The half-wise, recognizing the comparative unreality of the Universe, imagine that they may defy its Laws– such are vain and presumptuous fools, and they are broken against the rocks and torn asunder by the elements by reason of their folly. The truly wise, knowing the nature of the Universe, use Law against laws; the higher against the lower; and by the Art of Alchemy transmute that which is undesirable into that which is worthy, and thus triumph. Mastery consists not in abnormal dreams, visions and fantastic imaginings or living, but in using the higher forces against the lower–escaping the pains of the lower planes by vibrating on the higher. Transmutation, not presumptuous denial, is the weapon of the Master.”–
The Kybalion.
-I may not always feel that I know exactly who I am. I may not always be the vision of the man I dreamt I would become. I may not always be the man you want me to be and I may not always be the man you need me to be and sometimes I feel lost and that's perfectly ok because it's the beauty of finding me.
Cleansing-electric-healing-circle
circle or "NaNº Code"
-PLAY LOUD-
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So noticing that this “Y-TIME,” divergence time, in Life is critical. Critical for the traveller to notice. Once noticed, the individual can then call this an “INTERVENTION POINT,” then, choose to not split off, and thereby own this Intervention Point where the individual simply walks down the middle path between the diverging trinity plane … And walk the middle line between the two separating streams of this “play”. In doing so, the Captain becomes his own rudder of exploration, noticing the operation of both worlds … Seeing how they are changing along what directions. They can become a witness of diverging currents.
"Intervention Point"
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“GRUNGE” IS THE ROOT of the STREAM
If one has negative crunge, then get that program out of your head.
81 degree [33 + 48] span on electrical guitar vibe..
You face the sound
You allow a big cleaning screen to pass through the rhythmic programs of salutation and hypnogenesis.
that has permeated and formulated the avenues , streams or currents in your flowing mind structure, which defines your personality.
Cleanse your aka body
Your emotional body
Your cell
Lead Guitar to “loosen all the cluttered stuff” one needs to work through again to definitely clear out any blocks.
ELECTRICAL LIGHT VECTOR TRUE NORTH
FEEL THE POWER
Vector of LIGHT Flow through U
LIGHT POWER
Then choice point?
What time are you going into, or do we wish to work towards a common time of No-Time. Then take the trail North, young person. Make a new PATH!
NOW ... A Straight road, down the center to your main gate.
Nothing stands in your way.
Cause U R the Weigh… No That black hole in Space.
Mentally enter that black hole to get to the sun on the next plane of existence, or next dimension.
Become that Sun
Become the MIND of the Sun
Center of the Black Hole weighs a billion tons!
Leave the weigh to go the WAY
Always head for the light.
Seek that LIGHT
The trail divides. You keep walking straight, forming a new path.
There are sharp corners on this path as one starts out.
We’ve done that roll with the wave. At times however one should cleanse thy self.
I’m HEADING NORTH … TRUE NORTH
------- We had walked for many a mile through the ice-land of the Canadian winter North to the Territories, where we meet an old wise shaman on the Northern cap of this planet.
Then while visiting down south, I ran into an old prospector by the side of the “Peace River.” He showed me how to pan. "Pan the crap out of the sediment to reveal the golden flakes left in the bottom plate ... of collecting the smallest, most refined gold flakes, that were left to help alchemize yourself," he smiled with that knowing smile." He had a 3 level gold panning bowl, where each level also had a electric, magnetized etheric aura around them that allowed only correctly-polarized pure, golden samples to remain. It had an energized field about it that one could sometimes hear in the piles of agglomerated conglomerates of the top plate. Each pan had a bottom made of holes that decreased in size (size of space) as the plates were lowered … Holes that increased in size as one moved up the plates. Plate 1, the highest plate was the collection for coarse, not- understood material because it was too-large-chunks of misunderstood thought, that could not fall through the sieve or aggragate-size of the middle , more conscious plate of our conscious awareness. The chunks that remained on the upper plate were too big and clumsy to be understood. They in fact, wore their minds down in the process of trying to retain it’s awkwardness as one tried to take these big clumbersome chunks down to a smaller more refined particle, as left in the bottom tray.
The OLD PROSPECTOR said
“First… PHASE 1:” Feel the mental thoughts try to vibrate all the coarse “junk-MIND- AGLOMERATION-stuff” to the bottom of the sieve pan, where their is PURE Alchemic Gold. The finer denser gold fits through the holes in the net (plate). Ya, were mining for gold. The golden bowl has 3 different levels. The uppermost sieve collects the coarsest material… the really coarse blocks in your mental state and the finer thoughts fall through the holes into the bottommost layer of whatever emotional, physical and spiritual level of purity of
MIND, BODY, SOUL that U wish to partake in.
It cuts, or is more aggressive with getting the blocks out of you. The agitated sound of the rough electric static, in the background is simply there to disrobe all unwanted and misunderstood theories of attraction of useless , heavy, unfit theory for the creative mind. It allows all past-blocking-beliefs that an individual has to be LET GO OF The guitar is a SWORD OF LOVE that cuts through all this negative sided-crappola. This
"PASSING of AGGLOMERATED SHIT”
So the prospector anchored towards me coming to an attentive STOP right in front of me face. He placed his two palms together and ovalled them off one another in oppisite directions, blowing the "Breath Of Life" into them as He stated 'Bless You" ... You've Passed the Agglomerated Shit Stage (PtASS)
Once cleared out, when one allows the celestial filling of your structure. The Aka energy mould of yourself passes its mana loa energy down to your body to be lifted to the pure tones of the Tibetan Bells & bowels.
PURE SOUND (next song – PHASE 2)
“Second… PHASE 2:” Song to calm U …. An angelic bell sound. Simply layers of pure tone. Need to bring that purity and softness in to help finalize the cleansing.
Ask Andras :0) – But be carefull – She has a black night RAVEN.
She even rides the cutting –guitar-sickle-sword of this song.
SHE DUNNO PUT ∆ with petrified pellets
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Desiderium dierum
Desiderium- an ardent longing, as for something lost.
Dierum – master of the party. Ever ! receives the master of the Party…. After Ya get Clean’d out.
Yes the angelic, travellere code.
Get your masculine-feminine to gththar, NaNº
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As I was working with a client the other day who was struggling with what to him seemed to be an impossible amount of change in his life to deal with…I reflected back for a moment on the life of a magician. As magicians we have called upon change to happen to us. We are alchemical tinctures in the work.
So we spoke for awhile and we set we talked about healthy change, I wanted to give this client of mine something more to think about. So I went home and did some reading through some philosophy texts. I was looking to help him set the stage of his life if you will…so I wanted to draw on some Plato to do it. As I was doing this research and writing, I was hit funny by how magic is such an amazing thing and how it manifests itself in our lives when we least expect it. As I was reading and writing I was amazed at how well this story parallels our journey as magicians. The struggle though change and the embracing of it.
Plato has a famous story about a cave of ignorance, the condition he thinks most people live in. Here chained prisoners, unable to see one another, see only the wall of the cave in front of them upon which appears shadows cast by small statuettes of animals and objects that are passed before the burning fire by people behind a low wall. The prisoners believe that the shadows they see are all there is in the world. By this imagery, Plato wants to show us that most people are ignorant of their true selves and reality. Although they are deeply ignorant, the cave dwellers are content with the "knowledge" they think they have. Then someone releases one of the prisoners…
Standing up and looking around him, the former prisoner now has a clearer perception of the cave he inhabits. Yet the light from the fire, which he has never seen before, hurts his eyes. In other words, he is pretty uncomfortable with his new knowledge. It even pains him and he wishes to return to his chained position. Aside from the literal experience of getting up and seeing this bright light for the first time, why would he experience distress and pain from learning something new?
Looking at himself in a new light would force him change the familiar image he had of himself and of the world he's been living in. He may have to change his former beliefs, values and ways of doing things. We as humans live to stay comfortable. We spend much of our time resisting change and attempting to stay where we are and where we "believe" we have control. When the light is shinned upon us and we see the cracks or flaws in us or way of thinking….few people welcome that kind of change in their lives.
Plato's story continues with the prisoner's rescuer encouraging him to search further until he is finally freed from the cave's limitations and finds and obtains a vision of Good, Plato's highest principle.
As magicians we must be ready to meet these changes and challenges head on with understanding and compassion. As magicians we must resist evil and also remain compassionate and ready to give forgiveness and love…unconditionally. As magicians and alchemists, we must be able to learn from our personal alchemy, which can be volatile and painful as we grow and change. As magicians we called upon this change to better ourselves and better serve the Lord Of The Universe… so we must not turn away from change when it comes our way.
Plato's story urges us to look beyond the familiar image each of us has of ourselves, so that we can be aware of our weaknesses. Being aware of our weaknesses, we are able to correct them. Once our weaknesses have been learned form and corrected, we have the stability of character that is desirable in both a guardian of light and magician. If someone displays the structure and qualities of justice, courage, compassion and unconditional love to the extent that it has become a habit for them to act in these ways, they can be counted on to do the right thing in the face of adversity.
So just as the former prisoner in Plato's cave at last sees the Good, we as magicians must see the Good in others, a recognition which motivates forgiveness and compassion. These two virtues drive out anger and hatred in the face of dark times and change so that we may rise above the evil and darkness. Forgiveness frees us to overlook transgressions made against us so that we need to carry around the burdens of resentment and hostility.
We must not turn away from the light just because it's too bright. We must be willing to always look at ourselves and be willing to grow…even if it's painful. We must stay on the path and do what is needed to bring down the light. Our alchemy at times might be painful, but it's through our trials that we grow stronger and closer to the divine.
I know all we can do is bring as much light down as possible, but there how do we strike a balance? I'm all for turning the other cheek, but at some point you run out of cheek and when both are bruised and bloody, what do you do? The only thing that comes to mind is Gandhi: "We must be the change we wish to see in the world.” Also his quote as saying “Whatever they do to us, we will attack no one, kill no one. They cannot take away our self respect if we do not give it to them. I am asking you to fight against their anger, not to provoke it. We will not strike a blow, but we will receive them. Through our pain we will make them see their injustice, and it will hurt as all fighting hurts. They may torture my body, break my bones, even kill me….then they will have my dead body, not my obedience and self respect. We are children of God each one of us…let us take a solemn oath in His name, that come what may, we will not submit.”
Part of me struggles with this because I have this pride that wants to fight against injustice or call someone out when I feel wronged or I feel I am being attacked, whether it is a physical or verbal attack. Part of me wants to fight against those who bash me. In the physical realm, yes I will fight to defend myself and keep myself alive; however, it’s the verbal attacks I struggle with. Part of me wants to walk away, but part of me wants to fight back and defend myself. I’ve been praying for understanding and patience and it’s been coming at me in the form of ultra needy clients at work, co-workers who seem clueless and people who challenge me mentally, emotionally and spiritually at every turn. I guess that the whole point huh? Praying for patience and understanding is not an instant thing delivered. God put those in our path who challenge us in those ways so we can develop patience and understanding.
Refugium
re·fu·gi·um n
an area whose climate remains habitable for particular species, especially rare or endangered ones, when that of the surrounding areas has changed
Encarta® World English Dictionary © 1999 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved. Developed for Microsoft by Bloomsbury Publishing Plc.
The innermost resiliency of the refugium took a great deal of internal thought amoungst the founders of the great awakening.
Resilience:
re·sil·ience or re·sil·ien·cy n
1. the ability to recover quickly from setbacks
2. the ability of matter to spring back quickly into shape after being bent, stretched, or deformed
Encarta® World English Dictionary © 1999 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved. Developed for Microsoft by Bloomsbury Publishing Plc.
And Then the Light Shone Through-
SkyWalker
Inhalation
Exhalation
Inhalation… exhalation
Exuberant exhalation
uplifting
Exultation
Inspiring rejuvenation
what is this
What is the word that describes this
this feeling
Skywalker drops his bandanna and
clears the remaining sweat from his forehead
Exasperated
Anxious pensive
Afraid exhausted frustrated
Very frustrated
Confident determined
Longing
Half-filled strong
Adrenalin pumped soul he is
He stops
A barrage of feelings (words) flood him
They drown him
before they leave him
Alone
He cries
Release forgiveness cleansing
A sun explodes (atomic bursts)
Energy of planets
Universe
Bright god in darkness of the morning mist
It rips
Fragments
Brecciates the fabric of the mountain
wretches
Tearing the darkness
the coldness
the misery away
Out of the rock
Cataclysmic catastrophic earth shattering
*Sunlight*
It commands
Commands the attention of the morning
of the moment
A symphony erupts
synthesizers violins harmonic chords
Ultrasonic ultraviolet electric magnetic waves play
to the tune of their master
Flowers lichen
Insects
Birds mammals
Wind
Molecules atoms
Everything and nothing scream in ecstasy and
Vibrate
In harmony in phase in unity with
their god
Their lifeline has made the grandest of all entrances
The most significant curtain call of life …
dawn
Sunlight warmth
Love
Is this the word that describes it?
Love
God is love, love is god
Is that what this is
Can one word contain such a multitude of thought?
Of emotion
If you do find the word
The one word to fit the feelings
Let skywalker know
For this and this alone
Is what surely motivates his quest
His desire
Now it was important for him to remain in that sedentary position so that he could escape the whirlings of thought that preyed upon his mind. The question then became what mind was he concentrating on in that particular moment. Could he indeed pull himself past this point of believing that he indeed had anything to do with the formulas or with the intent that was continually bringing his mind to the most inescapable quandary of believing that he himself had indeed had the intelligence and the fortitude to complete himself in the mind of ……
In the mind of what he was beginning to refer to as his consciousness or his personality. Yes to refer himself to that particular conglomeration of incredible knowledge and wisdom that had softly centered and rested in the internal constitution of himself. What indeed had brought these knowings and energies together in this particuar place …. This particular time … This incredible surroundings of what he now referred to as the “moment.” This moment was always there. It had always been. As he rested in this state of “blissfull purposelessness” he began to loose the knowledge of the past … 12:32 AM - The knowledge of the moment. He slowly felt his mind, his thoughts slipping away into the vastness of the surrounding space. He was beginning to feel the loss of his higher conscious states or mind. Yes the higher mind, the eternal memory, was being forced out of his personality as he fell. He fell from the higher space of that higher mind. What this was referred to, or what it was called, was no longer important to him, for here he was indeed becoming bewildered and lost. Are you all lost too, in this great seperation of the electromagnetic fields of the unified conscious sphere. This is what they referred to in the bible. This was indeed the great parting of the waves. The waves were beginning to accept their sides … To pull the universal mind apart into different fathoms of electromagnetic frequencies that could also be defined and more easily explained as the many levels of conscious attainment. For this is indeed a deep Ocean with many different fathoms or levels that certain “things” can most easily exisit in. There are different pressures and temperatures relating to the different fathoms or dimensions of this space… Just as we are being zoned out-of and in-to what “fathom” we will eventually be married to. Many have mapped what these fields are indeed separating themselves into … But not really. For only minds contained within this current field of awareness … Into this electromagnetic field of “like” frequencies are “they” that could only define the frequencies of this objective reality that allow us to delve into the subjective side of our (humanitys’) conscious field and the few … only the few which have their feet planted solidly on either side of the spreading field of electromagnetic syncopation. Years ago, say around 1996 these energies began to swim and flow in the internal, or what now appears to be the external zone of consciousness. For some “outer” has already become “inner.” Yes the internal was now becoming the external. Only those of dealing with the mind situations of “inner” & “outer” will begin to understand or comprehend what indeed we are mostly referring too.
You see this “ooze” or this “cloak of energy” that we all wear … this cloak of attitude, or perhaps it can be referred to this aka body of personality that we can call around the quatum neutrinos of the plasmic love force of what and who we are, can only fully be felt or better yet, can only be understood, when we are gifted with the Christ conscious aka body. We can wear this plasmic coat of the Christ aka body by whatever method it is that takes you to this moment. You must be at that moment, for you are now reading this description of what is working in you and around you. Internal and external.
We can move from this external to internal knowingness with the grace of the river flowing in, around and through the mechanics of the situation. Yes music helps me, to so much, be in the moment. Currently right now I’m listening to Radiohead “Subtrranean Homesick Alien.” We all are aliens from what we came from. However we came here … Some of us came here perhaps before this Earth was being formed. Back before the clustering of particles in space that actually began to spin causing all the electromagnetic negatives & positives to spin in a counter rotating plasma of particles, or energies, in what we refer to as the “no-thing.” However exploration of this “no-thing” is almost impossible to explain in this conscious set of attributes. Humanity needs to expand its consciousness by the ability to imagine. It is imagination that shall free you all from this containment that you have created. Objective mind must work with the subjective mind. From this circular motion of rotation, of whatever’s on the higher plane …. We’ll call this higher plane, as the Hebrews did, for the sake of giving a name to whatever it is we wish to believe we came from. They called this plane the World of Atziluth where Gods & Goddesses formed the level of just-instantly-forming the things that we wished to form. This level is indeed a higher level of probability-manifestation. In fact we really do not have to name it. Only on this plane of ego formation, we came here to experience it. When one needs to feed their ego, then we allow that to happen here. These things have already been formed, they’ve already been created. We all have helped create this plane of existence. How’s that? We indeed have used our minds to create that which is all around us. Once one becomes aware of that instant formation and creation we can “All” create that world which we wish to live in. We are simply getting to see how and what we created. We are all explorers. Time travelers we all are.
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-The Sound Of Sooth-
The Sooth Sayers Say Sooth
*
The “Thread of Love” is never lost
This “piece” of a story was started in the early 90’s with a few lines added every year. It’s “now possible for others to read this for many people have already been “reborn.” A few have “lived” these stories ( “HERE” & “THERE” - so further “cleansing” of the subconscious plane by individuals would not have to dig as deep as these few “adventures.”
RESPECT & GRADITUDE
Is all that is asked.
For movers of “energy” – Be Strong & Keep up the great work :0)
The Fall
a) Daed and the Angel
He awakened. Drool slid like sonnets of life from the flattened side of his mouth which was almost squashed into a permanent flat line due to his lengthy stay on the floor of the cell. His thoughts raced slowly up into his slowly awakening conscious self. Distorted, infected disjointed waves of confusion raced about his brain looking for a shelter where they could meet and unify, hidden away from the harm of the truth of the situation. Reason and rational linear thought processes had no place here. Perceptions or fragmented conceptions of what this fake reality was, originally it didn’t matter, but now it does. The water below clearly remembered … but no one was listening. The problem was the co-pilot remembered but he needed his brother of reason to act on his impulses. For so long they had bounced back & forth off of each other to be left finally tattered in the waste of their own turmoil. United they fell and divided they now stood. The opposing thoughts now waited for direction, standing, peering over the threshold of focus, watching the dusk of reason give birth to the child of fear. The waves of the inner edge, abruptly clicked to attention. The light from the tiny candle was extinguished. His eyes opened trying desperately to focus on something familiar…on anything at all. Lifting his head off the hard reality of the concrete floor he finally focused on the surrounding room in which he found himself. He shivered with the wounded limp of a tortured animal. He vaguely remembered…a woman, a child…perhaps even a family. The thought quickly sunk into the depths of his confusion and terror. Only a wild animal caught in a leg clamp, plucked from the freedom of the forest, could relate to such a hopeless situation. No one could ignore this hurt. Nothing at all quite relates to the loss of self. Clearly it was far worse than death itself. The animal became unleashed, breaking the tethers which held it taunt. There was nothing left to protect…nothing left to hide… nothing left to forgive. An animal in this state simply is and simply isn’t. Only the given moment requires any attention. When the guard of ego is let loose against the pain of memory, a harsh situation results. He reacts as he only could. Lunging from his den in the corner of the cage he flung himself against the hard steel of the bars. Screaming and frothing forth with volcanoes of hurt and unconditional hatred bubbling from every pore in his skin. The flayed muscle and sinew against the captor of his desire. Spewing fear surged past the aspect of safety for his physical self. Ripping at the cement and clawing at his demons he relentlessly searched for some form of understanding of the moment. The silence of the surrounding reality stared back with a non-judgmental understanding, clearly reflecting all Karmic laws of cause and effect in the pools of crimson clear blood forming already on the starkness of a cold floor. The silence of this Karmic pool was interrupted only by the distorted waves echoed from the animals tortured thoughts, as they ripped from his mouth and vibrated down the long corridor of dampened silence. The festering growth of disapproval was so “fasting” and “forceful” that he hadn’t even noticed that he was very quickly bleeding to death. This fear had finally filled the void of nothing, which had infected his soul for so long. The commendable, but futile attempt of escape, as he hacked away at the lock of the gate, had broken several fingers, slashed his wrist wide open and exposed a main artery to the un-confining emptiness of a cold foreign room. His blood literally poured with his anger. In fact, the force of the impact was so intense he hadn’t even notice he had torn most of his hand from the rest of his arm. Spitting venom, he spewed utterances of vulgarity and industrious expletives. The determination and exactness of his destruction was ironically very intelligent and controlled. So much so, it modeled the courage and determination of a lion as it delivers the killing frenzied blows to its latest meal. In that place, that spot of death and clarity … the lion is truly the King of all beasts. In that spot, lay the very lair of the lion. That spot which had always been there, remaining silent over the eons, slowly letting the love and affection of life drip forever from his soul, finally spoke. In fact, it had very clearly and without any question of doubt … had roared. It wasn’t prepared to sit silent any longer, it simply couldn’t. All those years of pent up emotion. Eons of humanities hurt had been left to slop into that big cluttered bag of consciousness. He had been content there for so long. Even the lion was surprised at the fierceness of the attack. It was so easy to fill that bag at first. There was an incredible amount of room.
Ah, but now…now it was overflowing with a history of neglect. One simply couldn’t erase it. A mime can get by without talking, but as a member of the audience you still can’t ignore the signs. You always knew what the message was. Those messages had been sent for years. Sometimes his stomach issued new gallons of acid what would tighten the muscles in the solar plexus region, constructing and cutting off the natural life force and electrical flow in the body. Headaches, major bouts of flu, colds, muscle groups tearing each other apart, resulted in many tortured, wasted days and nights. A general dis-ease of the body was quite readily apparent for most of his adult life. It was much easier however to ignore the signs. Dealing with the symptoms was much less painful than finding the underlying roots of the cause. To search for and eventually find the truth was just asking too much of him. But now…the roaring lion had to be dealt with. A taming of colossal proportions was obviously needed. This was certain, as absolute as God himself, for it was from God. It was part of God’s plan…hell, it was life itself. But the lion had graduated to be a frightful child in disguise. A child who needed guidance. It had cried for years…centuries, looking for attention, only to be pushed further down into the darkness of the bag. At first, the bag was left wide open. Occasionally it was closed only for brief periods by the thinnest of threads. But now, the top of the bag was clamped closed with a thick reinforced 10mm rope and tied so tight that even air had trouble entering. Suffocation was obviously very intentional and death of the child was certain. Well, how could any parent treat their long-lost lovely infant like that. It simply wouldn’t do…it was unheard of! The child was very determined not to be another piece of clothing put on sale that dear mommy couldn’t afford to purchase. The child, actually we’ll call him “George” for lack of a better term, just wasn’t content at all. He wouldn’t be disrobed anymore.
The loosening of the knot was gradual. It started slowly to unravel and slip loose, gently pulling at the fabric of the bag. Nor, this wasn’t going to be the case at all. It burst open with the deliberate intent of squeezing every ounce of attention, every ounce of Uriel from the soul of God…from the soul of the heavens…from the soul of humanity…from the ever so squeezable soul of the humble Daed Leizar.
Daed hadn’t even noticed the orderly, the pulsating red alarms, the five large men which were currently chasing him about the cage. George wouldn’t let him. He wanted to make sure that Daed got the message. This was no longer a concern…it was quickly becoming a problem. Humanity had a past to account for and a future to face. George certainly wasn’t evil. How could he be? He just wanted to help. It was his job. God had asked him to keep watch for a moment. George was quickly growing as his awareness surfaced. He was holding his head above the water now…treading for what surely seemed an eternity. His strength pulsated with the gift of vision. The vibrations were implecably encoded with the intention of conscious survival. The experience, the accumulation of history…the test of time was upon them all. This was a time of action. There was to be no time spend watching the telly or sitting around articulating with negative impulses of self-indulgence and self-pity. Just a few millennium was all that was needed to teach and prepare your awakening. Yes, very soon…even when measured by the restraints of linear time, many of you will be swimming in an ocean of truth again. Perception thrown to the wind, the cloak of reality will raise its curtain thereby setting a stage of conscious new orders, new horizons, developing new hoops that humanity could jump through. A sword of truth is being forged to divide the dual nature of your birth. Surely you can sense it. The vibrations of its intent changes the face of your planet…alters the order of structure…breathes life into the lower waters of the firmament. As the curtain rises, the sword divides, forcing the actors to choose opposite sides of the stage. A polarity, which has always co-existed, but was rarely consciously acknowledged now becomes painfully obvious. Its surgically delicate acupuncture approach has now been replaced by a raving butcher with a 20-lb chain saw. The actors are simply the masks of your perception. You can choose to be the victim of a tragic parody or the prince of joy in a comedy of ever-lasting proportions. Both God’s bag and cup runneth over. Both are full…you can drink or suffocate.
An ocean of truth…yes, but even an ocean has currents. Some are hot, others cold. Swimming rivulets of contained mass separated only by their differences in density. How much like these ocean currents we are. We flow beside, under, through as past one another. So similar and yet so different. Each of us, an angel of our own garden. You lie in your deep sleep under the rose of knowingness. Many would damn a rose for its thorns. But not you! You are very close to understanding god is your rose…George is your thorn. Recognize the thorns. For only through acknowledgement and acceptance of the thorns can you pick the flower of God without bleeding to death.
Yes, the sword will divide and the thorns will prick those swimming in false currents of God’s truth. In a dualistic reality, choice has been God given, for without choice, we can’t take sides. We can’t move to our prospective places on the stage.
A definite conscious choice must be made. The system is so beautifully simple…it’s perfect. The choice is yours. Rise to the occasion. Swim through all three oceans of your being. Your enthusiasm, your desire and your faith is all that is required.
At this point of his unstable delusive mind poor Daed Leizar felt his pain leave him. He still was not operating at a conscious level. The hold George had on him was gone. George’s hold was being loosened…George was a great spirit. But, it was time for him to pass on his experiences under a new energy. Its time was done. The rising fluctuating tremors of proposed sanity was winning the coperate battle over Daed’s subconscious mind. The final frustrations of fear of George were coming out in pockets of arrogance, killing and other dark spots of contained fear. George was slowly being transformed (replaced) into a new energy. There was a new light, which the mother provided, to bring love and peacefulness to George, which was a good portion of Daed. Dead felt waves of peace and love pass over him. George was graduating to a new energy. This energy will be called Ed. This part of Daed was called Ed.
Ed, my long lost friend. You need someone to hold you, just to keep your will alive; someone to show you how to fan that flame inside. Life will teach you that completion must prevail. A communion of pieces is needed to crack the veil and raise the curtain on your stage of perception. Ego now surrounds you and darkness closes fast. We will help you find a way into the light of our past. Now it seems so hopeless. Your body is cut in two; one half the sun does follow, the other half the moon won’t shine through. We can help you find a way where you can love at last. The riders of the apocalypse have closed in quite fast. Down and down you traveled. Only spirit seems to know that the harder you fall, the sooner you can let go. Dismember your consciousness. Pick your flesh from the bone and scatter the ashes about life, for in death you will be reborn. Return the rib to Adam, so once again you’ll know for that which fell from the light will again earn its rightful glow. Having turned old evil, Ed you’ll have earned the right to live.
Blood poured from the open wounds of Ed’s straining body, oozing out in four directions from the circle of men inside the cage. Ed’s body went limp as the guard repeatedly bludgeoned the mass of blood licked curls of hair on the top of his head with a wooden billy club. It was a simple exercise in survival. The brain yielded under the constant threat of physical death thereby removing the burden of thought from his tortured soul. Ed’s nightmare was nearly over but the dream has just begun. He would sleep, living in the dream state for just a short few more years until his chosen path would bring him back home. Drinking from the cup on the floor of his temple, he will hopefully awaken from the dream. A few of the first of many of the unplucked gems. Following the paradigm of the 100th monkey lesson the rest of humanity will follow suit.
Awakening, exponentially occurring as the wave of remembrance, pushes the treading form of Daed in and out of our awareness, during this time of hate and love, doubt and faith. The age of Piscean anger is about to end. The Aquarian ideal is poised to pour the waters of ever-lasting peace over the face of humanity…over the anxious wrinkled soul of our mother…over the devastated body of Daed Leizar ...
The Search for the Lost HooVille
REALM 1
1a) The Fall
b) Daed and the Angel
c) Living Mind Moment
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Magic is in the way to see So that
Magic is in the way to see
So that u also can bee …
Universal achiever of a sacred tone
“I Cannot Keep From Crying Sometimes,” when it rests in my bone
… amour enters the story already told
And sheds her light on Jens story old
Where scientists of an earlier date
Have risen the stakes on this triangular plate
I dug the story of the place of We’ed
Where dancers danced and the love-bled.
And Roodabegah is a song of we
That fits nice together as we raise each layer free.
All will work as we flow, on a whim of the day.
Molding patterns of “THERE,” in a most glorious “play.”
Creating lovebrations of the di-polor songs that we let fly.
That leaves us all with SPIRITS HIGH.
Their’s the cutting edge of a flow that’s sharp.
It lifts ones ears like an angelic harp.
The cut of the air is a thing to see.
Swallow–lunged vibes have gone out 2B.
Hirundinida Hir-un-D-in-i-da is the plant of the day
Causing peace & love emotions to collect and stay
The medieval song of the birds in the tower
Have delivered their speech on the blooms that flower
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Here’s to the Movers of the thoughts of us.
The creators of love that have grown their TRUST
The growers of We’eds that have certainly seen
The end of the beginning that’s’ arrived on the scene:
The communion of masculine & feminine in the completion of LOVE
That comes from “Manna Loa land” seen by a Dove
To some, it is told, that the “thoughts did wind”
To bring together this LOVE of mind
For in this love it is most certainly true
I’ve saved this last love as a function for U
An ascension to grand LOVE, is the step on the stairs
Understanding THE GIFT is sent from all Hoo care
The last love is the Agape of the Da-vine
A powerful wave that gives one the HS-Vector-Shine
Love is the Vibe that centers, then flips us around
To continue our venture above solid ground
Bring the leaders of the celestial group of FUN
Those righteous Lords who make “fear” undun.
Well, "some" just wrote some grand stuff to be
However it was ever sent out to cover the C?
Yet again, current writings have been PHASED Out of Time
In this place of "HERE", where they’ll have no trail of their vibrations unkind.
Thieves of the night again have taken things to early to pass ….
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“Jasper Songbird’s” a “Spoonful Medley” that gathers "LIGHT" from above.
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Esoteric Order of the Golden Dawn & the Healer Robert Zink
One man…not the Order itself…but a large positive force within the Golden Dawn.
I had mixed feelings the first time I was getting ready to meet the man. I had been around others and heard stories and I also found some negative things on the internet about him. I had envisioned this “Occult Car Sales Man” and I honestly was not looking forward to meeting this man; however, I was at a point in my life where my health was taking a turn for the worst and I was persuaded by a dear friend to confide in Robert Zink what was happening and to get some healing work done by him.
I sat down with this man and we had a very pleasant conversation in regards to what was happening to me. I had discovered months before that I have a cyst in my brain and was causing me some serious medical issues such as severe headaches, uncontrollable shakes, nausea, vomiting, blacking out and to top it all off, brutal emotional turmoil. The Doctor who had helped me through cancer a couple of years before was not optimistic about it.
My Doctor wanted me to start chemo again in an attempt to shrink the cyst and due to the location of the cyst; surgery was not a real option. Surgery only had a 40% chance of success and even if it was a success, there was a high percentage chance that I would suffer a loss to my motor skills and mobility. After hearing all of this, relentless depression started to set in…yet another side effect of the cyst. The Doctor also informed me that the cyst may cause an emotional unbalance and wreak havoc with my emotional stability…hmmmmm….tell me something I don’t know.
After explaining all this to him and giving some past history on myself, Robert Zink told me he was going to do some work on me and he also wrangled up some of the other amazing healers within the Golden Dawn. We did some intense Ruach Healing and also did some emotional healing techniques…all of which were amazingly effective. Robert then gave me his personal number and told me we were going to do weekly work until this thing was fixed. Robert Zink took it upon him as his personal mission to heal me.
Over the next few months I did once a week and sometimes twice a week sessions with him. My health dramatically improved but there was still much more work to be done. Late last year my health started to decline once again. The cyst had started to grow again and was now causing dangerous levels of pressure within my brain. The Doctor stated that if it continued to grow at its present rate, I would start having seizers and more black outs and I would most likely be dead in 6 month. So at the request of the Doctor I started Chemo once again right before Thanks Giving 2008. I had made the mistake of stepping away from what I was taught in the Golden Dawn and by Robert Zink with my magical work and I started to wholly rely on modern science.
December and January were deeply distressing & painful months. I got to the point where I confided in Robert once again and sought out healing, and once again I started up weekly healing sessions with him and I also started doing intense healing work with other adepts within the Golden Dawn. My health improved dramatically and quickly. I say this to you now…I was given 6 months by my Doctor, I should have died May of 2009…and here I am in November 2009 writing this blog. My doctor is amazed at my progress and the fact that the cyst has slightly shrunk and stopped growing. I still suffer from the occasional headaches, but they are no longer debilitating and the severe shakes are gone. Even today I still continue to do occasional healing work with Robert Zink within the tradition of the Golden Dawn.
It was also around January when I started Miracle Mentoring with Robert Zink. It was through my mentoring sessions that I came back to find my original love and purpose…counseling. I came back to my original profession that I had stepped away from years ago and started working as a substance abuse counselor. It is here that I truly feel I have found my Divine Purpose in life.
It’s funny looking back now on how I was so not interested in meeting this man or how I had formed an opinion without even meeting him. Too often we judge without even experiencing. We allow others to influence us and if we don’t take the time to truly discover for ourselves, we are only hurting ourselves. If we only listen to others and don’t take the time to find out, we are allowing someone else to tell us and they are robbing us of the chance to know ourselves. That discovery, decision and choice are yours and yours alone to realize and make. Too often we have this vision how of how we “think” someone should be and when we feel they don’t meet our expectation, then we become bitter and vain or we cast judgment.
I believe anyone who calls someone a hypocrite for falling short of “Their” expectations is really the hypocrite. I say that because in one way or another…we are all broken and imperfect in our own way and yet we imagine that were not. We all lead lives of imperfection and we try to make more of ourselves and some strive for a higher purpose and sometimes we fall short of our goals. I don’t believe falling short is a failure, but a chance from God to learn more about ourselves.
We tend to cling to this idea of a perfect life laid out by what others tell us is perfect or by what we see on TV or read in a book. We cling to it and we start to make unreal expectations of others and we cling to this idea that our leaders should embody this vision of what we think a perfect life “Should Be”. If we expect our leaders and teachers to live on this higher moral plain then the rest of us, then we are just asking to be deceived.
I say this to you now, learn for yourself. If you are looking for a positive spiritual path, seek it out and discover for yourself. Experience it and judge for yourself. I would like to take this time to thank once again the Esoteric Order of the Golden Dawn for teaching me and showing me an amazing spiritual path. To thank Robert Zink for opening himself up and training me to heal and to working with other Adepts within the order in the process of helping to heal me.
Make the decision based on your experience, not the experience of others.
Waiting for Inspiration and Creativity
First off let me tell you…I have been blessed in this life. I have been blessed with a loving family, parents and siblings who have stood by me in good times and bad. I have been blessed with friends who I would consider more brothers and sisters who have been with me through hard times and wearisome dealings. I have been blessed to have found teachers who take the time to teach me and guide me down the path of love, truth and knowledge. I have been blessed to discover I am a servant of light, a guardian of the innocent and to discover the combination of the two…a light in the darkness which has been blessed with the opportunity to lead others from darkness into the light. A servant of God….I am a magician.
I was blessed a few years back to meet someone who helped awaken the drive to do great and wonderful things again in me. For so long I had lost my drive to do anything of a spiritual nature. For so long I found myself angry at God for what was happening in my life. Then I realized God blessed me with meeting someone who helped me find the fire within my soul again. I had met someone who helped me find my own path into a higher purpose by showing me a magical order….Esoteric Order of the Golden Dawn.
My time here has been well spent to say the least. The Golden Dawn has helped me find a “Road Map” if you will to a higher purpose. A system of magic that is not only designed to transform me into a better human, but to teach & guide me along the path and by doing that…I am helping the world around me. Through this personal alchemical process I am growing and changing. By my changing for the better and understanding what it means to love, serve and give to others without expectation of return…to give unconditional love is the greatest gift one can give to another.
However sometimes on our path to find our place in the universe, connect with our higher self, find enlightenment or whatever you want to call it, we slip and fall or we hit road blocks. My first major road block came when I had to learn the hard way that it is a blessing to be a member of a magical community and have others like you around to help you, but in the end this quest is a personal one…and we must at times walk alone. Never start to become dependent on others to motivate you.
This work is a very personal thing and sometimes you must work alone. I myself got into the habit of holding off on doing work because I was waiting to go over to another member’s house so I could do some work with them. I was putting off what needed to be done today because I felt more comfortable working with others. I was blessed with having friends in the grade and higher grades to work with, but it may not always be that way. The higher up members I worked with who took me under their wings became extremely busy in their own personal work and those who truly needed the assistance, so I found myself not doing all the work I should be doing, because I was alone. Then all the others I had moved up through the grades with or had joined with did not move up with me or for their own reasons, went and sought another path.
So I found myself re-motivating myself again… and it's been a blessing. I feel more in tune with the current and my own higher self because I don't wait to do the work, I know what needs to be done. This is my word to you all…do not wait for inspiration or motivation…find it within. If you’re the type of person who is always waiting to be led or told what to do…then you need to dig. You need to find what drives you and what inspires you to do great and wonderful things in this world. What motivates you to make something more of yourself, to be more and to strive for more. What is your Divine Purpose?
I also found myself setting unreal expectation upon those I saw as my teachers. Friends I tell you this now…no one is perfect…including me. I found myself getting frustrated with the leaders of the order. Then a very wise set of teachers reminded me of something I had already known…that no one person is the order and if I allow someone the power to anger me or discourage me, then I am allowing others to influence my spiritual path. I am letting someone else in the drivers set on my spiritual path that is not me and is not God. The lessons as of late have reminded me…do what you know is right and just. Do the work and continue to grow and learn as you progress down the path.
There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of experimentation. "Failures" are as much a part of the process as "success." Do not be afraid of the setbacks and the road blocks ahead. The frailties, fears, and inflexibilities of my mind and body are gates to my freedom; passing through them ignites the fire of self knowledge.
I Believe ... That we are responsible for what We do, no matter how we feel. I Believe... That either you control your attitude or it controls you. I Believe… That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but, we are responsible for who we become. I Believe... That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you -you will find the strength to help.
So this is what I say to you all….find the fire and find your divine purpose. For me I found it within the within myself with the help of the amazing teachers at the Esoteric Order Of the Golden Dawn. They have helped me to realize the better parts of myself and to embrace the change that is happening throughout my alchemical procedure. So I say again to you…find the inspiration within…stop waiting for it to find you.
What's your demon? What's your nightmare?
What wakes you up in the middle of the night - not in fear but in the threshing buzz of low-grade panic?
The dread of being alone? Of getting older? Of illness? Of death? Of being unable to help alleviate the sadness of those close to you?
I have a friend, a woman I consider one of the blessings in my life, who is facing a whole bunch of those nightmares right now. Her nightmares are sitting there at the kitchen table with her. Maybe you know her; maybe you are her. Many of us have been where she is, in the dark night of the soul, at some point, but when you are inside the tumble and hiss of the bad time, it is almost impossible to imagine rescue or survival.
But we, more or less, survive. Either the worst happens, or it doesn't. We brush up against the savage edge of loss and cut ourselves, counting ourselves lucky to have been only scarred, only mangled.
Because there are worse possibilities: those times when you can't back away and you can't move out of range; the edge saws away until it can no longer be borne.
Or change the image. The hurricane that obliterates everything in its path goes through a place we once thought safe as if to teach one lesson: Nowhere is safe. At least not forever. At least not all the time. Happy times and bad times move through our lives like the weather. There are accurate predictions to be made, but there is nothing to be done when a force of nature moves in. You can see the horizon darkening, but whether you run to it or flee from it, you cannot change what will happen. You are stuck in that moment of time, with only yourself and your faith in the Lord as your shelter.
So what is there to say when someone you love is deep inside that storm?
Or change the image again: What is there to say when a friend is playing a part in a great tragedy, on a stage too removed, too terrible and too awesome for you to offer help? You can't shout out lines because the script is not yours to invent; you can't offer to replace her in the part because it is not your role. What is there to say that does not trivialize pain by offering sentimentality or that does not show disrespect by offering mere palliatives?
What I want to say to my friend is this: I honor you and love you as you move through this time. Not as a martyr or saint full of gracious sorrow, but as a fighter, as a warrior, as someone engaged in a contest for her soul, as someone who refuses to surrender to despair or to plot a coward's escape.
And I would remind her of an old story:
Late one night, three demons decided to ambush a woman who lived alone. The three demons were manifestations of her worst nightmares: fear, anxiety, and despair. They made a racket, breaking things, ruining what she held dear, disfiguring what she cherished. Gleefully, they spent hours immersed in their rampage. They were enormously confident because they figured she was all alone and past her first youth, so why should they stop?"
They went at it for hours, into the darkest part of midnight. The woman they were tormenting was almost inconsequential; the destruction of her world had little to do with her.
When she started to build a fire at the hearth, therefore, they barely glanced over. But the demons became more thoroughly distracted when they noticed her busily setting out a kettle.
Wary now, they ratcheted up their activities. When she calmly set out three cups nevertheless, they stopped in their tracks. Her hands weren't even shaking. She looked calm, if weary.
"What are you doing?" they cried in unison, breathless from their tasks of destruction. "We are everything in the world that is against you. Why are you boiling water and setting out dishes?"
The woman stared at them and tolerantly shook her head as she opened the cupboard. "I know all of you by now. You've been here before, and you'll be here again. You might as well make yourselves at home."
Raising one eyebrow and fully meeting their gaze without rancor, wholly in possession of herself, she asked familiarly, "What kind of tea would you like?"
Layers Of the World- Subjective / Objective Mind Way
There’s a “PUFFin” on your belly.
A wash of colors form the “clue.”
A mystical bird survives,
in the youthful “zeal” of you.
Darrwin tells a story with biological determinization,
upon different levels of thought.
One can take the higher train running, on calmer levels,
of relating existence to the spirit sought.
There is a passion in the wind
That washes all through U
My horizons merge together to center
ones attention of the vital sea of blue
Flow with the manna; the Mind metaphor sent by a thought vortex “whine.”
Then … Manna-manna flows as a body wave sent to ones higher spiritual mind,
that is your guardian to the grave …
That “vital spark” ascends up to the energy of manna Loa … that energy so kind
Astral body blue that your etheric doth shine
It floats through cycles of a never-ending wine-laced path
That vortex of love shall pull you back through time
To see the outcome that you’ve written on your staff
Metal flashes, in and out, of this place of rent
That, this day, has meshed with the “light”
To attain the right to govern this energy you’ve spent,
A circle of light surrounds your cell of sovereign “right”
The mind metaphor becomes so true
That you live-in-it to flow into
Upon that momentary “rest” in the balance of U
Simplistic love of a divine repertoire
That one has sent their amasser to agglomerate this “Kiss”
That is there before your birth, having formed in the trinity of bliss
When vibrations of your song flow with the freedom of youth
Heaven then, always evident, has placed a
“Hole” in your “roof”
Divine Wisdom shall grace your love with mine
Together … then the journey is complete
And the Love attained shall …
Mend the holes in our feet
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… It was a long trail that we had transgressed. The path that this earlier animal –“mountain sheep” I believe; had formed, allowed us to gain some height quickly. It was snowing on the path that we had left behind for the Wild Gang Group to bring our remaining extra supplies to … to our tired and exhausted "discovery party." There was no-way-now to complete that for the fast mountain weather changes had sharply eroded any lingering hope that we could retain about this perilous task, we had set out to do.
The waves of the lower conscious streams had crept far, far down the rabbit hole on the edge of disappearance of our collective thought, a few memories that we had built into the subconscious field of Ascention Harmonization. The group was tired, but “hope” still allowed us to discretion the slight fingerings of sound that we could hear in the neutrinic plasma bubble that existed in our etheric envelope that fit tightly around our physical body.
The light support system, of our interacting minds, of the trinity of our consciousness.
Others could sense my thoughts in this state of elapsed congruence. The sound of “snapping” twigs behind me, made me spin around rather abruptly …
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I was even more surprised to see the fall was due to a glass lamp that Cindee had stumbled over in her stuttering mind. A mind that was stuttering for she no longer had the ability to focus on more intercepting levels of dimensional interaction. She could no longer distinguish the difference in these realities. I could feel my thoughts be dissolved into the matrix that existed around us. The thoughts, once so clear, full and distinct would no longer remain in the grasp of my intellectual prosperity that it once was. However … I thought to myself, this is so hard to keep the “multitracking” of my mind alive. Perhaps, the other “WRITERS (Authors),” many of which are in contact with me, on some level. Then away my mind went, when the “writer” took grasp of my scattered thoughts when I sat down to type this whatever-it-is. This what-ever-it-is to whom-ever shall-read-it, when-ever-its-time-to-be.
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… So as usual the snapping twig was just a note from the living mind to suggest that there was someone following us. The trees would tend to bow over, as the wind flowed as a more extensive “intensifier” force, with the hardening feelings I felt grow inside me over the distrust of the situation. Intensive forces often kept me quite “tingly,” however it generally was with a state of “excited enthusiasm.” At these times it was always beneficial for me to sit down with nature. Contemplation was indeed needed now. Soon! Find a selective perch on which to gather my force, letting nature provide me with the needed power. I could in fact feel so connected to her that I needed nothing more but her feminine understanding ways to enter into my field… Our at least amplify those highlighted understanding of that feminine side of myself… Or should I say Me, myself and I.
This feminine spirit of Soultaw (Spirit of universal LOVE, TRUTH and WISDOM) was the shin of the tetragrammation. We then did the usual exercises that would allow the conscious and subconscious fields to move together, winding and flowing, like sinusoidal wave forms that never stay together in one ray. This would not become a solid force of light until we had centered all the notes of our frequency together… together to form a natural song that flowed with the emotional clearness of the music-maker. The noise was enharmonic now, with flashes of discordant rays. However, the more I sat and combined the two layers of self, then she was there…. “THERE” to bring me the understanding “HERE.” At times with unscattered thought, thereby intensifying the ability to “will” myself into that reality, sometimes happened with little effort. Move from “here to there” and” there to here.” However was it in this place – In this same “world.” In this dimensional segment of “time” or in this fractal of the “ever", or in this ripple –in-the-pond, wave in the Ocean? They simply all were ways of describing that which we are. For we are the mind. However-we-work with these conscious flows, depends on the personality involved. Some create great things, but their egos still govern what they say and do. To these ones I say … JUST LET GO! The oppressive, hatefull energy has more or less been worked out of all channels, programs, plays, segments, bubbles etc. of what-ever-it-is, that you need to pull yourself through the veils of containment. Its acting up again because we need to feel much more calm. You yourself are contained in an energy shield of light. Your corpusle, your cocoon, your field of yourself. Your ball of energy that you are … You conscious moving agglomerate of U. Your cluster of beauty. You’re an amorphous blob of pure love. You rise like the droplets of water that are lifted up a plane of glass, by sharp warm blasts of wind. Rain simply IS. You Simply Are.
R What?
Escape these endless cycles of repetitive thinking and living, to become the extending lower left limb of the R, that extends at a 90 degree angle into the paper ... And beyound.
The music extremely helped calm my emotional body now. From "there" to "here" in the same dimension, thus doing the “bilocating thing.” Or are we like the visiting members (which there are a lot of) of our conscious Earth field. For many have been added to the skies of our mother, to loose their memory of what was before. They fall down the conscious ladder of existence. They are that ladder. This ladder is us. We simply develop ways to remember ourselves back to that conscious state of freedom. Like the pounding beats of the noises of this arena. Of this play. Of this life. But therefore, where did /do we become?
What becomes of “THIS” that is “THAT”?
"TH(h)" is the carrier?
The carrier of IS’s and “At’s”
R U a carrier?
Is and at’s are the passengers. We R carriers and We R
Passengers
Our consciousness is everything!
Like nature it simply flows with the conscious flows of the higher minds that we are.
Peace …. We Want peace
Then
We simply R PEACE
B what U R
U R PEACE
U R CC
U Have CC
U H CC
UHC squared
You Have Canadian Comfort
Yes the calmness of a Canadian Winter. Calmness in the mountains. Like a soft enveloping field of covering warmth.
-Enveloping begins with Inveloping-
For those who have been tentless, or spent a night sleeping in the snow, then know that snow is in fact like a warm blanket of covering to keep the cold wind from attacking your stillness. Outside in the middle of winter … Have you done that? Have you been there? Well … Sorry, I regressed, I do not want to bring that there “HERE”
So, I sat on that particular ledge that I often frequented. My Secret Place In the Mountains.
And the story goes that the native leaders of this part of Western Canada and the Northern United States would all meet every few years to define the outlay of things to come. Each tribe had it’s own way of doing things. The tentposts of this community had to often pull their shit together. To help awaken the outgoing flow of their fellow awakeners.
Then I …
… closed my eyes. Took deep breaths and began to center myself. The energy rose up from my tailbone through the cells in my body, up the spine, moving into each cell and neutrino of my physical body, knees cock, ass, tummy, heart, neck, throat, ears, face eyes, brow and crown. My heart tingled with excitement when I made the connection to the masculine and feminine Earth & Sky -Christ energies. My "Here" and "There" were connected. I shone with the love of "nature" connected to the "source" that it came from. I felt the large flakes of snow drop into the quietness of this space that I now inhabited. A space where the obstructions had been removed. When there are no obstructions, then one has a clear undisturbed field of communication with the source.
And in this unobstructed space I would often hear a distinct sound of the wood chopper cutting his wood.
This is a sign from the “Living Mind” that I have been given - bringing “There” Here. And yet I bounce back and forth between segments of these co-existing lives.
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I noticed that, like me, she had more problems keeping the memories of her existence in an ordered fashion in her head. The multiple dimensional combining had set their outlays for her to follow. The outlays that her comforter or guardian spirit had lined up for her to decide upon, so that the present would exist as that (a Present). She was daily receiving “presents”, or gifts, that her thoughts had allowed her to experience. The hermetic helpers that she had grown use too, gave way to the power of the “comforter.” And each choice she made, brought those future events into her realm of commitment.
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And the “sounds” in my field began to grow. I could hear the vortexs of the Tibetan bells circling a new opening from which to pass me through. Yet another time traveling event to the [life as an “explorer”] opening up a new passage for the fur trade to find a fast route to the western shores [in this time of beginning the trading markets "thing"] in this place of the "VILLAGE."
Yes, I remember the energy of this place. The place that the local Indians had guided me too, based on their communicative spirit of the land … Yaweh Wichastabi … “Wizatabe” … Or something like that spelling!? Every spot has its governing connected energy of the area. This energy that
I had grown to know while I was one such guide in the area (guide to myself – For I often simply followed myself around.) Content with the moment. Or at least now I continually live in that peace. Live in that space. If, I took time to get back to U on something, It's simply because now I’m on "Indian time" … Which to me means "abstract time." Abstract time. Time of the right side of your mind for all us Hermetitic-like thinkers. However, one day I was reading this: “While walking through the forest the goddess or energy of this place had stopped the local “chief” and said: You shall no longer follow me … For the new man (pastor) coming to this land has a more powerfull god that will now lead you.” A close native brother stopped and asked him “Why do you stop?” The chief replied because a voice just spoke to me. “And what did it say?, his brother asked him. Read above!. The natives accepted and took on a new force that combined with their more abstract ways of working with the source, their ancestory, and their way of life with nature. Yes, on the combined aboriginal energy of “no time” (natural time) and the objective reality that the white man brought, the natives of western Canada and myself had covered some new territory. All the old ways are being grouped together so we have a common understanding of a "NEW WAY." There were many places where the local inhabitants of this area would meet in a secret place in the mountains to discuss their directions of the many different tribes. They would meet and solve problems of the day …. Of the moment. This … Here that I now currently speak from. I come from my
Secret Place In the Mountains.
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Yes, I been placing a few more “tunes” together to add to my ways of expressing how consciousness works. The book that I started in the 1980’s I shall soon start to amass together. One is offered many “strings” that exist to take them down many roads of “understanding processes.” Understanding” so thast they have the wisdom to choose rightly in their experience. But alas sometimes for the true adventurer the experience happens before one has the understanding of that which is to happen. Then, then …
………… then,
One Must go on FAITH
Cindee, don’t you think we should combine our energies through meditation and picture what “we want” to a field that manifestation techniques would start to form in this reality …. Or at least into a reality somewhere where the electromagnetic frequencies are definitely more akin to our frequencies. We need to find that fathom or horizon where we can combine ourselves into the vibe of the surrounding electromagnetics where we can live out our potential … Or not!
OUR CHOICE!
Is this not heaven? A few years back we lived … I lived in the more subjective part of my mind. I swam with that reality that existed above the man-made Laws of physics and particle determination of how things were suppose to act (yet I learned those scientific aspects that aided me in my "understanding"). Yes we were changlings. Not the useual “bullshit” that the more aggressive-taking-side of our consciousness wishes to push us back to ... to remain in this isolated field of nil imagination. Yes we should travel on the road today to get to that place of great natural beauty and wonderment … To that Secret Place In the Mountains.
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Now … in the future I remember having seen drawings of this place in the mountains (that the local city newspaper had once shown) … say around late 1990’s or so. The drawings or pictures (can’t recall) were drawings of these metal structures (well it shone like metal) that I now call "Home". They exist as solitary shining statues around the large Mountain Meadow where the Elk tend to frequent. “Elk” - the animal metaphor of stamina.
One Needs "Elk Energy" to get their subconscious & conscious minds working together.
So I lowered myself, from my house, on a beam of antimatter onto this clear, solitary, open field to go to that Secret Place In the Mountains
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Upon being THERE. I listened to the music that immediately came to my ears.
It was how nature sounds to me. Each entity playing …
… playing in a field of unobstructed space. In that space you are consciousness. Everything has a consciousness.
Your layers of self react to layers of this world ... Of this current reality.
I could envision the “players” of self, of each conscious level. The sounds were unique. Unigue to me. I was simply told ... cause I felt it.She had gifted me with the truth of "knowing". I was to listen … To meditate to the vibrations that nature created. My third eye opened up and I was
INNER & OUTER EXPERIENCE.
The music playing was done by us. The "us" in "me."
I know that my subconscious mind had matured for he said “goodbuy” before he walked through the door of this Secret Place.
Nothing mattered because everything mattered.
And
I felt great joy as I just simply became.
... 4 We Always Become What We Became
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... And the Snow continued to fall …
A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
