So, what is physics? Indoctrination. Why? Because not everyone is affected by that. Check this out. It's telling:
QUESTIONER:
Yes. Thank you. The next question is from P in
Michigan. He wrote to a company about a numerology
reading, and they stated that, “No prediction would
work for me because I was a Beyonder. Except for the
Marvel comic book stories of the Beyonder in their
Secret Wars storyline I have not heard anything about
Beyonders.” Does Awareness have anything to say
about what a Beyonder is?
What that says is, some people cannot be affected by numerology because they are not immersed in the system that is being used here on planet Earth.
Here's another excerpt from the answer:
"What this individual or organization was picking up
on was that this individual is of that nature. He is not
strictly speaking only a 3rd dimensional being, but a
soul incarnated in a body that comes from beyond the
norm of humanity, for the majority of humanity are
not from such high levels. They are here as spirits
having experiences at these lower levels and are not
necessarily choosing to incarnate from their higher
sources.
Those who are beyond are coming now with the
purpose of being involved in the transition that is
underway at this time, and they will fully awaken into
the wholeness of their true being when the time is full
and complete, and when the timing is correct. This
individual is such a being. He is also a being that in the
past, this Awareness has called a Wanderer. One might
call him a spiritually aware high level Avatar being as
well, although this is simply another way or
description of speaking this, and it is not yet obvious
to him, even if it is obvious to another.
There are many Beyonders at this time that are
here on this planet, and many are in the process of
awakening to the greater truth of their being. This too
is part of the Ascension process that is underway at
this time. Many have a sense of this within themselves
but find it hard to accept this and believe this. This
Awareness would say to all those who are of that level
of consciousness, who are now awakening to the truth
of their true spiritual being: “Simply move forward.
Have faith. Have trust that all is not what it seems to be but is in the process of revealing itself to be something greater.” This including the actual beings that they are, and who they thought they were, and
who they really, indeed, are."
This is a very deep and refined message. I just received it, and it's from Andrew Bartzis the Galactic Historian. He sent this out to all of us in an email. I feel the need to share it with others who too have experienced the Shaman's death in their own personal life, as I have just recently.
- Andrew's Insights -
Shamans Death
I call to my sacred medicine spread which aides me in understanding my infinite spirit. The healer’s tools have been laid out in ceremonial fashion. I call to the four elements and bring their essence into my sacred healing space in equal co-creation with all sentient kind. I call to the ancestors of this medicine reading to bring communal balance with the words being manifested in the now. I call to the dreamers of the southern skies, our mediums to the innocence of our seven future generations. In this shamanic moment of no-time now I co-create this communal reading for all sentient kind living on earth now.
The shaman’s death is the lesson of the now. It speaks of life, death and rebirth as a cyclical process of understanding who we were and who we are now. With every death there is a rebirth of the self. Some cyclical form shedding of the old self requires us to look at our habit patterns of life. Many patterns lead us out of balance with our needs. Often we confuse our needs with our desires. This is the nature of the shaman’s death, to see how habitual patterns create shells we must learn to discard in this ever evolving dance of spirit life, balanced with real life. At times we take back old shells we discarded long ago just to feel safe and secure. This is the other teaching of the shaman’s death. With the new requires new creation so the body is involved with the whole process of self-evolution. The body is what houses the skills and all habit patterns used to function with the holographic reality blending into our dreaming experience of belief.
The temporal people of the now are the only ones who have this experience of shedding and creating cyclical with Mother Nature. We the people of now have forgotten the detailed ways of our ancestors. So many of us have been brought up on the bosom of mass media. They don’t know the truth of our bare feet touching the ground without the chatter of world entertainment in earshot. The songs of the birds in the jungles, the chorus of crickets or flocks of geese speaking their sacred words as they head in seasonal directions. How do we teach our people to let go of the tit that milks their knowingness away from the very breath they breathe. We do this by creating a legacy of truth that our seven future generation ancestors can touch, feel, and know is future now… real.
To follow the sacred path of living the shaman’s death daily is the greatest discipline one can teach themselves during these times of generational change. Look deep into the way you live your life. What can you do to make sacred something in your own belief system? What can you do each day to let go of fear, envy and jealousy or the three nags of shame, blame and guilt. See how we torture ourselves with perceived debt created by others. See how you can come to a cyclical process of letting go with the best of intentions so all that comes back to you is perfect synchronicities with Great Mystery.
I call to Great Spirit who lives within Great Mystery. You who is the source of sources, I call to you in this sacred moment of infinite reflection of who I am, and what I am doing in this temporal now. I call to your wisdom so I may see the humbleness of my position within my own soulfamily interaction, so I may nurture all my past and future generations with the wisdom of living in the now.
The red coral of the great oceans of earth mother have been held sacred by the indigenous peoples of all earth realms since the dawn of conceptual time. Red coral has been used to gauge all forms of time through the process of long-term nurturing and the lessons learned through allowing time to not effect the nature of our nourishing expression.
To nurture one’s self is the greatest gift we can return to Earth mother at this moment in time. By allowing healing to be a process and not an event we become the greatest wisdom of why red coral is the Earth mothers blood teacher. Red coral is of Earth blood. It is the link to her sacred heartbeat we all hear deep inside womb time long before we go through the forgetting of the birth canal. Red coral reminds us of the infinite nurturing in the placenta of the mother’s womb. It also teaches us when we leave the womb, to experience. At birth a new sacred placenta of void energy encompasses us on our life walk. This new placenta is what we make sacred through the learning of what is in our DNA, our very blood that procreates our version of life on this world.
Red coral comes from the great water nurseries of life. The places the whales, dolphins and tunas go to spawn the seven future generations of Earth life. We all share red blood on planet Earth. It is the gift she gave us so union and communion can exist at all levels of creating within Earth realm. Red coral of earths’ water nurseries represent the very essence of nurturing womb time.
We the generations of the now time, bear the responsibility of acting in the now. The ancestors of the past gave us our traditions, cultures and esoteric practices for us to learn. For the future to exist in the now we must learn how to live in balance with the ancestors of the lands we live on, be it concrete jungle, urban sprawl or ancient forests. We are the ones who act in the now. For the future to exist we must nurture it with the passion spark. Each person will have an individual journey back into the natural way of life, our former experience will color our future experience and continue to co-create until we make a clear separation of conscious application of the sacred art of our daily life walk.
We all have earned the rites of passage through living on Earth.
At this moment suspended in no-time, I choose to engage my natural rights as a sovereign born being born on earth mother through the natural way of the womb of a sacred feminine. I recalibrate all of my soul frequency to the natural way. By making that very choice you have earned the rites of passage into the next level of knowingness and wisdom link with the infinite soul. Each being on earth seeks their own way to connect to the infinite being they are. The process always comes to an understanding of scale and size in which our other self-works at. We walk the rites of passage and we finish the old. We do not fall back into the old ways self-deception and self-perversion of sacred living. By accomplishing the rites of passage means you must up-keep your continuous co-creation with earth mothers realms, it is your sovereign duty.
We do this by our elemental connection to all that is. The 4 legged, the winged ones, the scaled and soft shelled, the birds, bees, ducks and dinosaurs all have a place in Great Mystery’s plan.
"This is the nature of the shaman's death, to see how habitual patterns create shells we must learn to discard in this ever evolving dance of spirit life, balanced with real life."
Look, at 2:29 of the video is a picture of a tall rabbit on the left side, and a toad on the right side of the picture! Geez.
Yea, haha, "whitch witch is connected?" You got Lucifer on the left and Ahriman on the right. They created the DNA? Is that it? It is that which is connected. Oh I see now! The beginning and the end, or so in illusion it seems.
With aliens, you can never tell with your bare eyes what you're seeing, or with your bare ears what you're hearing. They turn everything into an illusion just to benefit themselves so they could go on doing their maleficent work.
This is an excerpt of Nancy's story, and by this time, she was already brainwashed/mindmanipulated: "And I remember my conversation with him as I was leaving the craft. And he corrected me that it was called a ship and the reason it was called a ship was that it goes in the water as well as in the air.
And I watched how the doors shut. They shut like this. They wrapped around. All the instruments that they use on me when they did the laparoscopy were retractable. They all came out of the wall. It was all neat and clean. There was nothing in there. It was just silver, white floor, a silver table that I was on.
Three Grey beings. The pilot looked like a normal anybody's dad. I said Mr. why did you let them hurt me. And he said, 'Your pain was perceived.' And I got really mad at that remark. I realize that my pain. I realize now that my pain was perceived. They didn't hurt me. They didn't want to hurt me. But I was watching the needle and seeing the needle. My pain was perceived."
Anyway. There's another story similar to this, but a looong time ago. It's a medieval woodcut depicting demons and witches. The same style of sticking needles and instruments in parts of the body you wouldn't have them. Especially if you're a naturalist.
In other words, they're still at it, just a different disguise. But... Deep in the past they were at work through zealots who murdered a woman that was good for the intelligence of mankind. If mankind were intelligent then they wouldn't be able to treat them like sheep or chickens or barn animals. Yea, evil aliens have nasty ways of doing things. Here's an excerpt of the story of Hypatia: "Hypatia (pronounced high-PAY-sha) was the daughter of the mathematician Theon of Alexandria, the last known teacher in the age-old tradition of the Mystery Schools, the spiritual universities of antiquity. The year and month of her death are known, the year of her birth is less certain , but 370 C.E. is generally accepted. Thus she would have been around forty-five when she was murdered. Historians have long regarded her death as the event that defined the end of classical civilization in Mediterranean Europe. It signaled the end of Paganism and the dawn of the Dark Ages. (Paganism, the generic term for pantheistic religion in the Western classical world, merits capitalization as much as Christianity.) Theon was headmaster at the Museum of Alexandria, the place dedicated to the Muses, daughters of the ancient goddess of memory, Mnemosyne. Each of the Muses embodied a "sacred art" such as astronomy, lyric poetry, and history. The nine daughters of Memory presented a model for the curriculum of the Mystery Schools*. Museums today are merely repositories of relics from the past, but the Alexandrian Museum was the setting of higher education. The campus spread along the horseshoe-shaped port dominated by its Pharos, the famous four-hundred-foot-high lighthouse that ranked among the Seven Wonders of the World. It included many independent academies dedicated to subjects as diverse as geometry and sacred dance, and training guilds that produced a constant stream of graduates in fields such as sculpture, botany, navigation, herbology, engineering and medicine. The assemblies and guilds associated with the Royal Library had their own libraries and teaching faculties. In the year 400, when she was about thirty, Hypatia assumed the chair of mathematics at the university school. This was a salaried position, equivalent to professorship in a modern university. The daughter of Theon was noted for her mastery of Platonic philosophy and her skill in theurgy, literally "god-working," a form of magical invocation that might be compared to Jungian active imagination, or, more aptly, advanced practices of visualization in Tantra and Dzogchen. Her dialectical powers were exceptional, honed to a fine edge by her mathematical training. When it came to debating ideas about the divine, "Hypatia eclipsed in argument every proponent of the Christian doctrines in Northern Egypt." [3] Her Expertise in theology typified the Pagan intellectual class of Gnostics, gnostikoi, "those who understand divine matters, knowing as the gods know," but she was also deeply versed in geometry, physics, and astronomy.* Ancient learning was multidisciplinary and eclectic, contrasting strongly to the narrow specialization of higher education and the sciences of our time. The word Philosophy means "love (philo) of wisdom (sophia)." To Gnostics, Sophia was a revered divinity, the goddess whose memory they recounted in their sacred cosmology. To the people of her time and setting, Hypatia would have been wisdom incarnate.(continued in link). (- This has been an excerpt from John Lamb Lash's book 'Not In His Image: Gnostic Vision, Sacred Ecology, And The Future Of Belief') -------- Here's a Sophia story: "It seems that once there was only the Fore-Creation, invisible, without form or gender, all-pervasive, filling the depths and heights of what was and which, desiring to manifest an inward potential gave birth to many holy dyads...that is, pairs, the first of which were the Abyss and Fore-thought. Then a desire arose in Fore-thought and it meditated on Silence who conceived and gave birth to twins: the first visible female form called Truth and the first visible male form called Mind, in turn they together gave birth to Life and Word...Life was the form-mother of the Pleroma and Word was the form-father of those manifest within the Pleroma. The Pleroma is the fullness of the spiritual world, uninfluenced by matter, energy or light.
Many other dyads were born, called Aeons, or sacred powers, the last of which was the divine Sophia, or Holy Wisdom. Of all the Aeons, the divine Sophia desired most intensely to know the origins of Her own creation, that is, the nature of the Fore-Creator. Though Mind told Her that such knowledge was impossible, nevertheless, Sophia began to search high and low, after Mind was restrained by Silence. None of the Aeons comprehended the Fore-Creation other than Truth whose perfect reflection was a transparent presence invisible to Sophia. She separated Herself from Her consort, ranged the vastness of the uncreated Immensity, and far out- distanced all the other Aeons.
Sensing her separation from the other Aeons, and lacking a clear knowledge of the Fore-Creator, She felt pain and sorrow, She wept and grieved deeply, She desired with all Her Heart to comprehend the vast, unending totality of the Fore-Creator, also called the Abyss. But the Abyss was vast beyond comprehending, and Her sorrow increased and Her passions flowed out of Her in waves and She risked utter dissolution into the Abyss as She radiated forth a turbulence into the stillness of Immensity. Then, suddenly, She encountered Horos, the Limit, Boundary, and understood that the Fore-Creation was unknowable, holy and profound, beyond the comprehension of Mind, Word or even Truth. This was the First Gnosis." (continued in link)
Because of the reality of the authorities, inspired by the spirit of the father of truth, the great messenger referring to the authorities of the darkness told us that “our contest is not against flesh and blood, rather, the authorities of the universe and the spirits of wickedness.” I have sent you this because you inquire about the reality of the authorities.
Their chief is blind. Because of his power and his ignorance and his arrogance he said, with his power, “I am god; there is no other but me.”
When he said this, he sinned against all. This speech rose up to incorruptibility. Then there was a voice that came forth from incorruptibility, saying, “You are wrong, Samael,” that is, god of the blind.
His thoughts became blind. And having expelled his power—that is, the blasphemy he had spoken—he pursued it down to chaos and the abyss, his mother, at the instigation of Pistis Sophia. She established each of his offspring in conformity with its power, after the pattern of the realms that are above, for by starting from the invisible world the visible world was invented.
As incorruptibility looked down into the region of the waters, her image appeared in the waters, and the authorities of the darkness became enamored of her. But they could not lay hold of that image which had appeared to them in the waters, because of their weakness, since beings that merely have soul cannot lay hold of those that have spirit. For they were from below, while it was from above. (continued in link)
...And if someone strikes you, do not strike him back. And if someone hates you, do not hate him in return. And if someone envies you, do not envy him for your part. And if someone is angry with you, speak kindly with him always. And do not do yourself what you detest in another person. Rather, one should endure insults and other abuses from one`s superiors, from one`s equals and one`s subordinates; nobody can make the patient dènàvar (devout one) waver even slightly. It is like someone throwing flowers at an elephant. Or it is like raindrops falling upon a stone; the raindroups could not melt the stone. Likewise, insults and abuses should not cause a patient denavar to waver even slightly.
There are times when the denavar should hold himself as high as Mount Sumeru. And there are times when the denavar should appear as a pupil, and there are times when he should appear as a teacher or a servant or a lord.
Likewise, in this sinful time, the pure denavar should sit down in pious meditation (andesisn) and should turn away from sin and develop what is good ....
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And I, Mar Mani, am this sinless one (nàg) who is the writer and you, Mar Ammo, are the addressee. And he whose name is Akundag is Ahriman (the Devil). I have spoken these words so that everyone who pay heed to them and listen to them attentively. For everyone who hears and believes them and keep them in mind and serves through pious deeds shall find salvation from this cycle of rebirths, and shall be saved from his sins. For I, Mar Mani, and you, Mar Ammo, and all those people of old as well as all those fortunate ones that are reborn in this time, and likewise those that shall be reborn in the future, shall be saved from this cycle of rebirth through this behavior and this humility. For in this cycle of rebirths (this life) there is nothing good except for the merit accumulated by men of understanding and their pious deeds. Those who follow me, Mar Mani, and put their hope in God Ohrmizd and want the pure and righteous elect to be their leaders, they are the ones that are saved and find salvation from this cycle of rebirths and attain eternal redemption.
Just now, after watching such a sweet movie, "It's Complicated," I desired to see something I am more interested, or is it, more familiar? with. So, I was thinking about that beautiful man Aleister Crowley, and how he must have had to deal with some mean stuff.....but I was thinking how in the beginning he really wasn't ready for it. He took on more than he could chew, and that's why he had such a prolific amount of demons in his lair, or what the fuck ever you call it, a house. This movie that I am just about to watch now, is extremely interesting in the beginning how it starts! Yesterday, last night, while I was here drinking Italian champagne, and smoking with my friend, after all that and I was alone, I was able to see myself move sooo fast. Like a dart in the night which already knew its destination. So after that experience, which I didn't notice because to me it is natural, but after that, I went to sleep, and I had the most strange of dreams. I can't print it here, but it truly is a horror of a dream, even though it wasn't to me, but if I told you, I know, for sure, it would be a horror to you. So during this dream, that really fast hand motion ocurred, in it, and other things too. So that's what caught me off guard in this movie before it even, started. How strange, the gate to Hecate, or to the Abysss if you wish.
At 40:57 of the movie, there is a splash of ice blue against deep red. What does that mean. Marilyn himself said he liked the difference between blue and red.
What an exquisite job she did of the movie, "It's Complicated." Wow yes, what innovations, and newness brought forth, to the new generation. Talkin about my generation. There are so many good points to this movie, and such great acting, wow hahaha, I'm astonished at how many times those actors could cry on cue! Hahaha. Friken hilarious! On the whole, the movie was brilliantly constructed. This Sagittarian Lady definitely has the style and taste, to rid us of the old, and to bring in the new.
Everything in a beings life is about the Spirit. There are no diseases if there are no spiritual problems within ones self. This is what I am interested in: what goes on inside of people that they become diseased? What goes on inside of those who are healthy? This is what we call "metaphysical." Everything started out in the higher realm, and this now is the physical realm in which we are living. Those things must be taken care of before one can go back to the higher realms. One MUST learn about themself, their inner world, would they to successfully deal with this situation of physical worldly existence. Then they can move up.
On Monday August 31, I found on the web this video: "No. 1 Secret For Getting In The Energy Healing Zone," by Jerry Sargeant. It was on Saturday September 5 that I first did it. I sat at the table with the metal martini shaker cup full of water in my hands and a towel on my lap (but I didn't spill any water), and went into Theta. I saw some strange arm, yellowish, pockmarked, not smooth, like an aliens arm and hand, try to interfere. I raised myself above those intruding thoughts to float above them. It's a feeling of tiredness in the body when you get there, and so after being there for awhile I went to bed to continue it there. As I lay in bed, I got to Theta again, and I kept my consciousness floating up above my body just observing what was there. I felt the difference between the consciousness and the body.
Then last night I went to bed to do it again. This time I was trying to inject joy and love into my body. It was hard to do but I kept on. Then I was putting my focus on the individual aspects, the centers, the intellectual, emotional system, body system, Soul and Spirit. When I got to the emotional system, some being made a loud clicking sound in the bedroom, I think they were trying to steer me away from focusing, and perhaps wanted me to stop what I was doing to check it out in my room, like I would usually do. (Thurs Sep 10, 5am: Now I know what that clicking sound was! I have a table lamp attached to my art desk which is too difficult to turn on and off, it kind of sticks, so I leave it on then just turn the lightbulb when I come upstairs and need light. Tonight I went to screw the lightbulb to turn it on, but it didn't work. I checked the chords and they were all plugged in. Then I went to try turning the button with a piece of leather because it's hard to do, and that clicking sound was what I remember hearing that night. Then I turned the lightbulb and it went on. So now I know, it was a bad being that did that.) But this time, I didn't because I took that action as that I needed to zoom in on my emotional system, and that's what I did. I found it to be like a wasteland. I think that's what don Juan meant when he said the alien predators eat away all that is good in the luminous being. So I focused on when I was a young girl and joy and love were readily inside my heart area. I focused and focused but they were struggling against me. I even heard some kind of female computer voice say something, to which I thought of the Beast Computer they have in Switzerland and how the aliens are using it against people. They were fighting so hard against me from cleaning up the area of them. I kept struggling to insert joy and love into there, also imagining a bright white light representing joy and love. I soon gave it up because it was 5am by this time and I had to get some sleep. I made very little progress. It was upsetting to me. First the shock of what I had found when I looked there, then the fact that I had to fight so hard for so long and so continously without rest against them just to clean up my own emotional system.
I couldn't fall asleep for a while. Then something unusual happened while I lay there. I saw a man's face at the left side of my view against the dark background of my closed eyes. A very clear picture. I suppose all that struggle got something to occur. I asked, "who is that man?" to myself. He had beige, tight, ringlet like curls all over his head, and a thoughtful, peaceful look on his calm somewhat square jawed face. (Similar to this face.) (The hair was more this colour with these kind of curls.) I got the idea this was someone I know in my present life, and he was this man in a past life. I asked what the relationship to me was, and it showed I was his mother. He was an only child, because when I asked if there were any other children, there were none. I asked whether I had a husband, and I only caught a glimpse of him, not even his face, but he seemed to be a happy person, and he had somewhat of a pot belly wearing a checkered like stripe shirt. Sort of like this one. I asked to see myself, and it wasn't easy to focus in on it, but I had black hair with some grey through it, longish, part of the hair tied up and back, kind of messy by the wind, tousled, and a long dark (black) dress on. (The hair was wavyish like this and about as long as the farthest strand, but more let out in the back.) (The dress style was similar to this.) I was told by 'Seven' that this is an ancient life, but I have a hard time trusting anything he says. Not only that... could this be an implanted memory by the aliens? Or not. I don't know.
So I saw a long rectangular shaped pool or fountain with a mosaic design on the floor of it, very elaborate and pretty design with curls and swirls. (Similar in shape to this.) The water was about one foot deep and I could see the design through the shimmering water. I saw a beautifully made black wrought iron gate that I or someone was opening, to walk through. It too was elaborately designed with a curved top, arched. I saw we lived on top of a hill or a mountainside, elevated, overlooking the water. I could see the sun going down, sunset, on the waters with the water crashing against some dark rocks in the water. (Sort of like this crashing against a rock.) A very beautiful peaceful site. I realized we were very wealthy, that this entire area was owned by us. I could see in different pictures, bright day scene, how the sky and water were so blue, and flowers all over the rocky hillside, cliff, or mountainside. Bright pink bushes of flowers everywhere, and yellow, and other colours. I was trying to figure out what nationality we were, whether Greek or Italian, but the word Roman kept coming up and stayed. So this was in the Roman times is what I finally figured it to be.
The pictures flowed similar to the style I had experienced once before when I had visions from another past life back in 1989/90. The pictures were flashes out of my eyes of my body, but when I asked to see myself, it was a long shot, somewhat distorted because I was looking at myself from my soul when it was outside my physical body, on the outer edges of my aura. It wasn't that clear.
Then I fell asleep and had a dream where some really wealthy man called Moreno or something like that, owned a large hotel restaurant with a very tall vaulted ceiling. I had walked into the place with a big shopping bag with large paper sketches of my artwork and my white purse inside it, and I was looking to get refreshments. He had a girlfriend (but she wasn't there) who resembled me so much so that when he saw me, he was magnetically attracted to me and wanted to get to know me. (But I had slipped away.) I was in the place and being very clutsy, encumbered with all that artwork I was carrying. I pulled it out onto a table and showed some people, then clumbsily put it all back and walked with Moreno and these people to a large room, like a bar or kitchen, a private area, and he asked what I wanted to drink. I told him, orange juice with vodka. But as everyone talked he forgot to get it. He kept staring at me, intrigued. He stood at the doorway where on the other side of the room servants were serving customers in the restaurant. And I was sitting, with another person, at a large marble/granite table like a large kitchen island. There were others standing around, and I saw one man whose eyes were the most unusual I had ever seen. He had blue rimmed eyelids with green around that, but his eyes were pure clear, transparent, like water or glass. I complimented him on his eyes and then he came and sat at the table in front of me. He closed his eyes and was about to focus on my middle chest area above the solar plexus, to get personal information from me, but I knew what he was about to do so I said, "No. Don't do it." And I got up, a totally different character now, I went up to Moreno and asked for a vodka and orange juice. I put my hand up toward him, palm down, and out of my palm appeared a five dollar bill, like out from a magicians hand, since I didn't go into my purse or anything like that, so it just appeared out from under my palm and I said keep the change, as he handed me the drink. Then I went over to the big bulky shopping bag that was at the table and quickly placed all the artwork back inside, super efficiently, and then I shrunk the bag a little bit, but not too much because I didn't want them to notice, but they did anyway. Everyone was amazed because earlier I was being clumsy and doltish like, but now I was super professional and magical. I asked where the washroom was. When I got in there, I took my purse out, condensed all my artwork and the shopping bag into a tiny little box that fit into the palm of my hand and put it into my purse, then I shrunk the purse so I didn't have to walk with it in my hand, and I slipped away without anyone seeing, and I had left. Then I woke up.
"Although his research includes those aspects of the abduction scenario, his emphasis on the aliensʼ entrapment and hijacking of the human soul as a “battery”, is what he believes is the most important reason for the aliens interference with humanity. It is all about our souls."
"Level 1: Physical surgical operations on the abductee, such as invasive medical procedures, implants. Level 2: Alien memories implanted into the brain of the abductee.
This aspect concerns the aliens desire for immortality, by living within and through us. Malanga reports it as many abductees stated while in regressive hypnosis, “The aliens live across us and our mind."
Fucking stupid creatures. I can't stand them, and those who unwittingly work with them, get out! We have had enough!
Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! as Don Juan use to tell Carlos Castaneda. Be in Joy! Feel good! That's what Jesus taught also. To lift your eyes up, think of all that is pleasant! In that Sophia story the Gnostics wrote. Why? Because we have to train ourselves to be on higher ground where the low energies can't influence us. See? I was starting to cry inside listening to this horrible, like the man said, revisitation of the past. But I realized, that doesn't help myself or anyone else. So I remembered don Juan when he use to say.... "Laugh, laugh-laugh!" There was a part in the books I read of his teachings, where he sent Carlos to go look at different people in his life. After a while of looking at all the people he knew, he felt heavy and negative. Why? Because all of them were overburdened by unhappy and negative thoughts. Then don Juan told Carlos to go look at the people in don Juan's learning class. All of those people were light, joyful, happy, and aware beings. Carlos could not remote view them without them being aware of his presence. How's that for awesome? That's what don Juan taught. The truth, the way, and the light.
I don't think my friend Rick knew just what complications were involved, when he said, what he did, to me. It was a few weeks ago when I had a strong enlightening experience, what you call a lightbulb moment. It was so strong, I left my book open, took my purse and walked across the street because I needed to think about it, and to get away from the driving negativity that was at the frame of that moment. I sat at the bar of the Coboto Club, spoke a short while to the lovely bartender. Then sat alone trying to make comprehension of what I had just experienced, when Rick, my friend saw me. He's in his 70's, some kind of engineer, architect. A very brilliant man. I have always enjoyed his company, he stirs my mind to think higher thoughts, challenges me to solve problems.... and so when he saw me, he came over and asked what I was up to...to which I told him, I had to get away when I had a powerful lightbulb moment. I tried to tell him, but I found it difficult to put into words. It's the same as, the more you know, the less you seem to know, and so I couldn't find the right words to describe what I had just found out. But I did describe it somehow and he understood as much as he could. It was as well all part of that lightbulb moment, I realized, because he knew he didn't know anything about this except in his heart of hearts he knew exactly what I had been saying.
And then he spoke, as though his higher being spoke, and I just listened. He told me how everyone here (the Italian men mostly, because that's who's there mostly) might think I'm crazy when they see me with a book and reading in the club. (They think I'm some kind of meat that shouldn't read but should be there for their libido, you know?). But he says, they're ignorant, and that's all they know. But I am such a special woman, I am much higher than all of them, and he even said he himself too! He put me above himself. I couldn't believe it. I just stared and listened, wondering what this means. He said that everyone is like caught in a prison, not his exact words, but he hoped that one day I would be able to help them all. It was shocking to hear this, once more, someone else asking on behalf of others, for my help. Well, tonight I realized just what the complications were, and the good news is, I have been working on it for months, a couple of years now. It's beginning to get better, at the same time, we must be ever vigilant at this time, in the present, in order to fight the enemy that I'm having such a hard time to describe what exactly is the problem. Them. They are Humanity's worst enemy. This, what I have been working to accomplish.... I've tried many different experiments on them, and on us. But I find, the only way is the one The Creator told me to do....to remove them from planet Earth. That, I find, is the best solution. That darkness removed, the light will show just what has taken place here, and we'll know, without being told. Then we can move on, get our teachings the way we were suppose to have got.
Yea, the removal of dross. Hahaha. That's the entire solution.
