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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

 

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The innermost resiliency of  the refugium took a great deal of internal thought amoungst the founders of  the great awakening. At last Jehannee had come to the moment when he must make resolution from what point he wished to express himself in the most fulfilling and outside conglomeration of his innermost knowledge.

 

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

 

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Then The Sky Broke

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. umanity needs to extend what they think are the particular sets of cir 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.

Molecular Joining 1

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-The Sound Of Sooth-

The Sooth Sayers Say Sooth

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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.

 

George 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.

06 Rite Of Passage

Mountain Meadow

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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 100^th 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

Baby Blue

Mountain Meadow

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S1S2S3

S1S2S3 OVAL

WTF …………. Unk

There’s much to decide

 

 And … I can’t Really Tell

 

 

where    ONEs

 

 

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                                                               OUTER

                                      

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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 …

As a Tarot scholar, his research into the history and folklore of vampires and the Dracula legend led him to the realization that this story was like an inverse of the alchemical quest. The Great Work is analogous to the story told by the Major Arcana of the Tarot. In his analysis of the Dracula legend, Robert realized that this story was also a quest for immortality but in a far darker and different way, replacing the spiritual with the material.

Robert tells us how the vampire legends invoke the Jungian concept of facing the shadow or the other. The resurrection of these legends in literature coincided with the scientific revolution and Romanticism. The original vampire stories, like the unrefined unconscious mind were dark and frightening, but when examined in the light, by writers and artists, these same stories can take on an alluring quality. Robert explains this evolution from a historical, psychological, and artistic perspective.

We finish off the conversation as Robert describes how he views the Dracula legend as analogous to the quest for the Holy Grail. Dracula can be seen as the dark knight and those trying to defeat him as the Knights of the Round Table. His perspective on this legend and his beautiful artwork in “The Vampire Tarot” can bring forth yet another version of the archetypal hero’s quest, there all along and just waiting for us to discover it.

Robert and I recorded another interview based on his research in “The Tarot: History, Symbolism, and Divination“. This second interview will soon be available in the upcoming Occult of Personality Member Section, so stay tuned…

relevant links:

Alchemical Egg – Robert M. Place’s web site

The Alchemical Tarot web site

The Alchemical Tarot by Robert M. Place

The Buddha Tarot by Robert M. Place

“The Tarot: History, Symbolism, and Divination” by Robert M. Place

“Astrology and Divination, Magic and Alchemy, and Shamanism” by Robert M. Place

“The Vampire Tarot” by Robert M. Place

Rosemary Ellen Guiley

“The Pictorial Key to the Tarot” by A. E. Waite

“Carl Jung” Wikipedia entry

“Dracula” Wikipedia entry

intro music by HipGnosis and Darkfold

outro music by The Electric Crayon Set – “Key to the Sacred Pattern”

Occult of Personality presents “Meditation and the Western Esoteric Tradition” on Thursday, October 29th at 8 PM. Please see the link for specific details.

Our conversation touches on the recently published graphic grimiore “Conjunctio” and presentation at the Esoteric Book Conference, the importance of working in the physical plane, aesthetics, art, beauty and transformation, including body modification. Orryelle also discusses the art of ritual performance, world wide travels to sacred sites, and even some thoughts about 2012.

Orryelle is extremely creative in many mediums, including poetry, art, music, theater, Magick, Alchemy, and self-transformation. Our conversation provides a bit of insight into Orryelle’s unique Work.

relevant links:

Mutation Parlour

“Conjunctio” by Orryelle Defenestrate-Bascule, available via Fulger Ltd.

Esoteric Book Conference – performances (also discussed in episode 69 with William Keisel of Ouroboros Press)

Orryelle Defenestrate-Bascule

Mutation EnCyclopsedia (tattoos and other body arts)

Metamorphic Ritual Theatre

Global Chakra Workings

Orryelle Defenestrate-Bascule’s publications (including Book of Kaos Tarot), EsoErotic artwork, and music

intro music by HipGnosis and Darkfold

outro music by Orryelle Defenstrate-Bascule – “Kalikaye”

Upcoming class: Occult of Personality presents “Meditation and the Western Esoteric Tradition” on Thursday, October 29th at 8 PM. Please see the link for specific details.

relevant links:

SolitudeHMS.com – Memie’s web site

Belly Dance

Podcast 65 – Aepril Schaile

intro music by HipGnosis and Darkfold

outro music by Aepril Schaile and Last Judgement – excerpt of “A Gathering of Shades”

Upcoming class: Occult of Personality presents “Meditation and the Western Esoteric Tradition” on Thursday, October 29th at 8 PM. Please see the link for specific details.

Here you stand

My magic mushroom man

Wait can’t you see

One day we will ALL be free

And HERE you sit

in your dreams

Upon your face

A smile it seems

 

THERE is no reason

that within this stream

Exists a wondrous jump

to cross your theme

 

And in your choir

Way inside the door
There is a voice

that reaches up through the floor

 

But still you stare

upon your peace

Noticing not the wind blowing

upon your coat of fleece

 

The time has surely come

The 24^th spot blows from the sun

The elders of the throne will see

Connecting the columns of your vertebrae

 

Take the potential of peace

Raise from the West the breath of the East

Away from all the Mushrooms not spent

 Turned to rock by “trust not lent”

 

Rocks have power

This you can surely see

They pull their peace

Way into me

 

We ARE the “PUFF PERSON” to be

Need to Raise the frequency of this land

Stop the Hate

 

“Peace” is the “Hand”

Mushroom Man & Choir*

A suggested Meditation:

 

… The swirling sound of Internal Input …

 

“Love” is all U need

Even “hate” is  “Love” … “Love” that bleeds

Feel the pieces of SOUL that R

 

There … In the clear

Leaving in a vector one year

To finally bring us home HERE

 

LOVE flows up through your tree

Vibrations merge to create Harm…on…EE

Breathe the Breath of life to set one free

 

 

Flow with the currents of that stream

Branching sideways with such “Divergence-a-gleem”

 

The musical layers grab that cluster you feel so strong

Layers of LOVE rise it up with a song

 

Picture that metaphor scene in 

your  head

The Comforter will “fluff” its’ bed

 

Flow with the energy of Earth

through the soles of your feet

Rising Love dissolves those clusters of sleet

And the threads they attach to … Upon

your feet

 

Lowering down through the zones of the manifestation rule

Grows a little child from your thoughts you grew

 

It centers itself in the lay of the LAND

The Earth forms from these

“Moulders of Sand”

 

See your body in the room down the stairs

 

Give them guidance, protection and nuturing from one who cares

 

This song is for all of you

Love your parents from whom you grew

 

Attract what you need to get what we want

Child of love produces you in that FONT

 

The joining of father-mother, right-left,  shall transform your storm

 

When the child of love is alive in your form

 

 

Bring the little one to connect with your thought

 

To help graduate your child gives one the gift we all  have sought

 

The combing of feminine & masculine completes the Trinity of LOVE

Upon connection we shall send light from above

 

The experience of Mind-Body-Spirit graduation

Begins at this Metaphor Station

 

 

 

 

Feel the Power of Love

 

Live the metaphor

 

Love the Metaphor

 

 

-Font-

1. a large container in a church for the water used in baptisms. A font is usually made of stone, sometimes ornately carved, and mounted on a stand.

2.  a container for holy water, usually found at the entrance to a Roman Catholic church

3. any holder for liquid, for example, the part of an oil-burning lamp that contains the oil

4. somebody or something seen as a source or inexhaustible supply of something (literary)

5. a fountain, spring, or well (literary)

 

Encarta® World English Dictionary © 1999 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved. Developed for Microsoft by Bloomsbury Publishing Plc.

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Then

 

Jehannee gathered up his strength, compassion and walked  up the scree of the  Mountain of Power

 

He felt the power of love flo3w through him

 

A love- so -Compassonate  with

and

 

So feminine

And so masculine.

 

With the power of both

A perfect balance

 

… The Perfect Balance…

 

For the power of the two coming together in yourself will create

That Impossible dream

 

In BECOMEing  YOURSELF you BECOME EVERYTHING

 

And Jehannee walked to communion

 

All … al one

 

EVERYONE was THERE

 

On the Crest of his “Joining Peak of Power”

 

Compassion and the Light of SOULTAW  Kissed Him

 

He had Nothing left to Forgive

Or to be Forgiven

 

He had LOVE

He Had SOULTAW

 

SPIRIT of UNIVERSAL LOVE, TRUTH and WISDOM

 

He stood at Dusk … His face agleam with the mastery of an adept ship

He had  lowered for this trip

Now it shone with that Compassonate Peace

He stood on the edge of the Peak looking out to the east

 

He spread his feet and opened his arms to the Love of the Sun.

 

The Light showered down on him.

Droplets of fire blessed him

He  and the Power …

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… the Cleansing Power of LOVE

 

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It’s Never To Late To Become What You Became

… one is definitely associated with the high charkas - visions of birds flying into brow area [brow chakra]. Would help one find an Inner Guide. Yes this is one of my inner guide symbols.

 

[That energy is a current … A feeling of a connected joined threads of ‘gifts of compassion.’ Gifts that we love.  To be in the flow ... Is to be at ease. Loving every  single  ‘ISIM’ of  the galatic soup of consciousness.  For some, that need to be connected to that ‘isim’ is your reflection of self. We are in that soup. We are that soup.

Yes, I should just get my old notes. Going over this story I remember writing “there”. Writing THERE to experience it HERE. That feeling is what I want to bring HERE … IN ME

 

IS More There right now.

 

IT IS THERE right now.   So …

 

Bring THERE … HERE

 

“You can run and you can hide. But only you can fly like a bird inside.”

Team Ro - from the heart. She vibrates in a High “e” frequency when at her best.

 

 

So do U, Dahtrtgvbljnl

Da Heart Give Blind … No Less

 

But that is the best way tvo know eruth (truteh … truth – e)

This shows the most specific way to devulge truth into the past … Into the lower levels of your conscious self. Let that sap run down the tree.

The Tree Of  Life

These levels of knowledge shall be turned into actual experience. “They” are experiencing the knots in the ladder so to speak. There that statement proves (to myself) that  I was THERE when I typed this out HERE … NOW.

 

There we have “won” for this final circle.

Need the mystical, enchanting music of Mountain Meadow in it’s many musical formats.

 

Oops … I just noticed  “j “in Dahtrtgvbljnl

Da Heart Gives Blind Jobs … No Less

 

Very sorry for this ‘energies of the moment’, however it was never insincere because the Heart is always involved. And ohhh, what a rocky path that one has on combining the Heart with the Mind … Especially when dealing with the lower levels of romantic love. When working,  the romantic levels of love cause communication of both Mind  and Heart. In Loving Conflict the “Heart” and “Mind” work against one another …. As in romantic and lower levels of love. But they do not need to be low, for when one has understanding of the different levels of love, Well then one has the  wisdom to positively experience  “agape” .. Divine Love.

 

LOVe one finds on Di vine. Da Vine of the Tree of Life.

The Da Vine on the Tree of LIFE is a very good Vine

 

Tis much better than HIyaWasKa.

HI ya  Was Ka

HI ya …. The Ka of Was

 

The Ka of Was was an exciting tree that increased the subjective flow of the mind.

So, the SSS … The Spiritual Soul Surfers … Can hop on the Ka of the Was. Hop on the Ka of Was to see the past and to experience the “moment”…. that leads up to the “now.”

 

And the “Truth Alone Will set U Free”

 

Yes there are many programs or segments, segments, leaves, currents, cars, trains on the mind of the moment.

 

THERE   R …U … MOTM

 

R U ,,,,,,,,, the ….. Mind Of the Moment?

 

Be careful thy lovers of pain and negative hurtfull Roos.

RU’s.

R.U…  Respect You … The Mind Of the Moment

 

Maiden of the Valley. Yes the Love of that Romantic flow.

I strove between the apex. Where I was led to a circle of stones.  In the valley between the peaks. I drink from the cups of her nothingness. I follow and she woos me. I die, so that she can live in me. That conscious glow of That feminine self-Romantic-philio-divine love.

Maiden of the Valley

Mountain Meadow

 

However  without the spiritual connection, one can fall in despair, of what one is about to experience with the highest level of that love. “I am empty and she fills me.” This is the spiritual aspect of agape. Those are younger much more interesting conscious fields of love flowing along in ones metaphor of wonder. “It’s early in the morning love.” What a beautiful feeling when one wakes up on a bright and beautiful day. When it lights all the world to see.

Remember those past events that one experienced in the time of their life when a song was imprinted into your files of self. Use the positive feelings to awaken higher levels of love in your temple. Use those memories to indeed catch that Dawning Light, before each of us goes through dark midnight. Many of us have to experience that dark night and so shall You all, before one is granted the role of being born again. SSS  are lessing the degree of those violent, aggressive amplitudes of our own emotional format to lower the accumulation of harshness that ends up as “knots” in the musical flow of the neutrinos in ones temple.

 

 

As  before - Bol: Harmonious Crossing  of Dimensional Planes.

 

BOL: ALL MOULDERS ARE AWARE of THIS REQUEST

 

All the Surfers are moving through aka bodies of our emotions. The Poe Aumakua … Collection of High Selves

are helping, as guardians, to help one experience, as their lower forms, the subjective, less objective kingdom , to give each wave the most positive event … final “rest” of the wave before  it becomes “Ocean.”

 

Wave = “Motion”

Ocean = “Rest”

 

Everything is a “Motion” & a “Rest.

Note: BTD – The controlling effects that the various TV authors are trying to write one into. The format is getting much to negative … A Mean negative. For it shant work guys… and girls, but thanks for thinking about me :0)

 

My Fellow Authors of the Oval Table. “Congrats”

“D)))” – Really :0)

 

FLOW the JEHANNEE WAY

 

The Imagination is still alive on the Space channel showing various themes of adventure.

CBC News waking up with discussing ‘hemlines on skirts’ being related to the way the economy is going.

Beautiful subjectivity!

Yes, on every channel we have the simplistic humor of choice … which metaphor to work with and in … Good going fashion channel. .

 

YES … We’re In the STAR … The source however, is everywhere.

 

 

Well, its Sunday!  What can I say, Friday the 29,^{th 19 --} was amazing, a little bit of smoke and the meditation was extremely spiritual .The amazing thing was I was able to bring what I feel was buried in my subconscious very deeply…back to my conscious level.  This is the very ciritical important fact of it…you have to bring it back to the conscious level.  Without that it is meaningless.  I have incredible difficulty remaining focused enough to write a few words down on Friday, but otherwise I could have forgot everything ….

SONG HERE

Masculine / Feminine  Completion

 

There’s health on your breath

There’s a slip through painfull death

Here’s the song from a Dove

Here’s communion with love

 

There’s a biblical story … A Metaphorical fit

Where Death knows, But life experiences IT

 

Pick Your Metaphor

 

LIVE The Metaphor (repeat)