Canadian Poplar, Hybrid Black Poplar

Awesome!

     This tree can be a provider of food to both humans and livestock because of its protein-rich leaves! Wow, hey? That's awesome!

Check it out. In my book "Trees of Ontario" by Linda Kershaw (published by Lone Pine) on page 124, it says:

"This amazingly fast-growing tree can reach 47 m in height in 30 years. It is not suitable for city landscaping. Moisture-seeking roots often raise sidewalks and clog drainage pipes, and brittle branches litter the ground. Hybrids between cottonwood and the distinctly columnar European black poplar or Lombardy poplar (P. nigra) are widely cultivated. One of these, Carolina poplar (Populus x canadensis), is grown for wood and bark fibre (in plantations) and as a fast-growing shade tree. The protein-rich leaves of hybrid poplars are fed to chickens, sheep and cattle. The leaf concentrate contains as much protein as meat does but is faster and cheaper to produce. Eventually, poplars could provide food for both humans and livestock."

And here's a link to this site:

Populus x canadensis, commonly known as the Canadian Poplar or Hybrid Black Poplar, is a naturally occurring hybrid between Populus nigra and Populus deltoidea. 

I'm gonna take a bite out of that tree. I need my protein!

Trees of life for sure!

Hey! Another one! 
I just trimmed two branches off a Mulberry tree to plant indoors to keep my Mint plants upright. So I cut them thinking that I wanted them to grow, not knowing what type of tree it was until I looked it up on the internet and in my book. Hahaha. It has strange leaves. But yea, I stuck them in the deep pot and put some root grow with nutrients for the plants into the pot, and then I found out on Youtube that's exactly how to start up another tree!

Here's a link from Permaculture Plants: Mulberries

"I was able to visit carpet makers who were creating amazing works of art with the silk created from caterpillar who dined on the Mulberry leaves. Then I learned about using the fruit and leaves to feed livestock, and that the cooked leaves and stems can be eaten by humans as well. I think it is about time for Americans to rediscover this amazing tree!"

The Trees of Life, Vol 1, by Michael Tsarion.

     Now this is a really good book. "The Trees of Life: Exposing the Art of Holy Deception, Volume 1, by Michael Tsarion."

Some excerpts:

"We remind our readers that the cultivation of symbolic literacy is part of a greater journey of discovery, that might correctly be described as Alchemical. It is part of a Magnum Opus or Holy Work. Once the Work is undertaken, we discover that the symbol observed becomes a mirror reflecting back the consciousness contemplating it. We discover a new aspect of ourselves in every symbol with which we communicate. We uncover the intimate ties between inner and outer worlds, and intuit how energy and matter interact."

Just recently I had an experience with this. After I was in a different world, because I don't know how to describe it. I was laying in my bed with my body in pain so I couldn't do anything, and so I left my body and went into another world, but I was still aware that my body was on my bed, and every so often I would become aware of my body, but much of the time I just left it behind to do its repairs while I travelled into a different world. It was so awesome. I saw the way things worked. Everything that was going on in my life that was of any importance, was being reflected to me, was being reflected back to me by these forces that work through things, taking things on as a mask and reflecting them back. It was such an awesome experience. I felt just so much love towards them for doing this. You have to be non judgemental too, because some of the things that you'll see, are not pretty. But you have to look into them to see what the meaning behind them is, and then you find the meanings, and there are always multiple meanings. So you have to extricate yourself from a personal egoistic looking at things, and delve deeper to the various unique and interesting meanings that arrive to your consciousness. So yea, things are definitely reflected back to you. And it's a healing process. I just saw so many things, and one could not, at all, to describe any of these things, because you don't find that kind of symbolism in physical reality, because there the structure works differently.

Herbal Health. Plants that heal.

     This is a fascinating book I have here. It's written by a German couple, called "The Family Herbal" by Barbara & Peter Theiss. Here are some excerpts:

Page 4: "Prevention means cleaning out, purifying, and detoxifying on a regular basis--even daily."

Page 6: "Another way to involve yourself with herbs is by collecting them, harvesting, processing, and preserving them, and preparing them for use."

Page 8: "In the summer of 1972, I was back in my favorite place taking a two-week long fasting cure. Fasting always heightens my senses and even makes me a little clairvoyant; indeed, it makes me feel closer to heaven. This time, I had a clear and powerful vision of how people could really heal themselves with herbs. I saw how sick people have to seek out in a truly spiritual manner the plant that can cure them, how they must approach the plant with reverence and ask for help, whereupon the herb will offer up its healing energy for them. (that's how I found my friend the 5-leaf ivy which I just finished harvesting and it's drying. I just made some mushroom potato soup and put a few ladels of that tea into the broth, and it's delicious! You use the woody vine, chop it up into small pieces with kitchen scissors or pruning sheers, boil it in water then simmer for 20 minutes and you have a beautiful amber coloured light flavored tea. Yup, that plant talked to me when I asked what it was good for, and then when I went to read up on it, I found it's exactly that...except the plant told me a bit more about its properties than the books had written in them.) I saw myself as an intermediary who would show sick people what to do. And I saw myself--actually my spirit, my true nature and purpose--as a healer. Anyone who has had a similar experience and has felt just how far back our roots reach into our unconscious past will know what an inner strength and powerful sense of purpose this gave me."

Alright, here's my recipe for Mushroom Potato soup. I chopped half a large white onion and diced two stalks of celery, placed it into a pot with grapeseed oil and fried it. Then I peeled two medium large red potatoes and chopped them up into bite size pieces, and I took about 10 large mushrooms, de-stem, then lay flat and chop into bite size pieces, chop the round stem into smaller pieces. Then I put about a cup and a half of chicken broth into the pot and put the potatoes and mushrooms into it. Let it cook. It finishes quick because it's all bite size pieces. Then I took a bunch of parsley and chopped it, about 2 heaping tablespoons, and then chopped garlic, about one and a half tablespoon (flat, not heaping). Then I put about three or four ladels of the 5-leaf Ivy tea into the pot, let it simmer a bit, and I added my own powdered mixture of hot Thai seasoning, then added the parsley and garlic and turned off the heat. It's so delicious. The potatoes are good for lifting the spirits because it works on the "happy cells" of the brain, besides other things. The parsley is good for cleaning out the body. The tea is good for the respiratory system. The garlic is good for the immune system. The mushrooms are good for keeping the body youthful and elastic, just like they are, squishy, hahaha. The onion and celery are good for flavor! and other things. Sea salt is good for minerals the body needs. I forget what's in the hot Thai seasoning. I should have wrote it down because I really like it. Oh well, I can always invent a new seasoning, lol.

Swedish Bitters are yummy! I bought some at the herbal store. I put one tablespoon into a glass of water. Very nice. They're good for everything. Just drink as a tonic.

What Is Cunning?

     This one's cunning. Knows the business of spys, knows that they'll be able to read through a burnt paper, so he tells his beloved to "find someone same height and shape as me and attach yourself to him, and burn the letter." So she burns the letter, finds the very guy who wrote the letter, but they finding the message through the burnt paper... all that struggle not for nothing, they think, because it's the wrong guy, now they think they have to follow her to catch the guy she's going to meet, whereas the whole time, he is with her. Hahahaa. Hilarious. That's the epitome of cunning.






And, she's a spy, so she knows, they're taking pictures.

Fir Is Beautiful.

Fir

  ( 2nd January - 11th January,  5th July - 14th July ) 

She's beautiful with a cold, regular beauty, she likes antique bijou, and also a shade, delicate perfume, old holidays full of grandeur. She's capricious and not always easy in relations and common living. She has a mature sense of isolation, so she oftenly feels herself lonely even in big group of people. She almost not gives up to others' influence, however she rarely says her opinion, she's not too talkative and merry. She's very proud, persistent in reaching her goals. 

In love affairs she's rarely satisfied. She's demanding and intractable. She always wants to have much from life, since she knows her merits, and usually she gets it. She may fall in love occasionally, and then a whole world collapses. Her love may be limitless. 

She's exceptionally clever, has analytical abilities, thinks in scientific way, but not always successful. Sometimes it happens, that she works in a field having nothing common to her dispositions and profession. 

She's serious in work and reaches certain levels with her conscientiousness and scrupulousness. 

Having various options she usually chooses the most difficult. Creation of difficult situations for herself and for others - that's her vocation indeed. 

She's noble, whatever happens - you may fully rely on her. In any situation she can keep the presence of mind, hope and trust. Fir is above all trifles. She's fastidious and prefers satisfaction in large-scale to small pleasures. 

Traits of those who were born under the sign of Fir: intelligent mind, disposition to analysis, thoughts, logic, asceticism. 

These people were born under the sign of Fir: Jeanne d'Arc, Napoleone Buonaparte, A. Tolstoy, John Galsworthy, Guy de Maupassant.

DRUID HOROSCOPE

Barbara Cartland.  Born: July 9, 1901

So! Archetypes. Are these Archetypes, these Druid descriptions of people and placing a Tree for the name of a type of personality? Can anyone think of that? Let's look at the Anunnaki...if they created these bodies... where did they get the template? From the limiting mud of flexible matter material, they combined using a few main ingredients; Fire, Air, Water, Earth. These bodies then... are they describing in a personality, what type of "skin suit" as Andrew Bartzis calls them, through the sacred geometry of the positions of stars and planets at the moment that Earthly birthing of a skin suit in the mom's belly is taking place? Or is there something more to this than meets the eye? The Spirit, that entity, is comprised of what? What are Souls, or Spirits comprised of? How do we find out what type of structure that is? There are so many questions. Maybe I'll leave a space to write them all in, then meditate on answers later.

Where did DNA come from?
What is DNA?
Does Spirit have DNA in it?
If body has DNA in it, is it from Spirit that enters the form, or is it inherent in the Mother Earth chemistry, or is it from somewhere else, such as Anunnaki?
How many combinations are there of Archetypes, other than those here or in the regular Astrology?
Are these set chemical compositions of a personality those that were already found and used and therefore are now an Archetype? Are there Unknown Archetypes yet waiting to be discovered by us?

Druid Tree Astrology

Rowan — Druid Horoscope

Rowan Tree lore

You can find what Druid Tree you are by scrolling down the page of the top link.

Pretty Trees.

So his center can be very soft...






But the difference between hard and soft, is the Sun and the Moon.
Or like Lucifer and Michael.
Or like Elm and Poplar.
The Elm started out first to shine...and then the moon, reflecting that, came out to begin its growth. To which the Mother, Rowan, had to come out of her hiding place, to help out in building the "intuition" that it takes to find one's center and become a Sun itself, rather than just a Moon reflecting another.


Some Orchids won't grow in just any environment. They need specific types of nourishment on which to thrive and grow, and blossom!

On the other hand, Arachnida can thrive anywhere, even in the dark, without help from anyone. But they get help anyway.

So what we got there is a polarized whole, which are good for building other structures. Just need to strengthen and solidify that Poplar.

Whadda ya know. I have two Maples and four Poplars. I have one Maple growing with Molly's purple flowers, in the front corner, and one in the back corner (which I just recently replanted into a bigger pot so it grows better), and four Poplars in a big container in the middle corner, between those other two corners. I look after my trees well, and get to know them personally. Soon, when their leaves fall off...I'm going to lop off a few branches on those Poplars so that next year they grow slower and thicker, bushier, instead of slender and then fall over, hahhaa. They're such a pretty tree. They make such music in the wind.

Tony Gray & Friends,

      This is the best photo and video combination.

BEAUTIFUL David Bowie, full album:

Stay.

 A Little While longer.
Stay.
If it makes you feel good.

Stay,
Only for your pleasure.






I caun't think what to say... aaah, David Bowie. What a name. What a name. Do you know that your name, "David", means a 'care-taker' of the "El's"? Well, that's what I hear from the brilliant philosper theospher thinker and... doer? Michael Tsarion. He says, the els are always behind our downfall. And the best way to do things, is to hire a bunch of Davids, to take care of business, and then one is free to enjoy some, music. Bowie's are always bringing to mind something being pointed, ready to go off, and frighteningly, accurate. Sort o like 'David Bowie' was. Hahahaaa.  Love that man.


oh I know now. On the sandy Beach. There was a party and we all were together. Then we spoke. And then I left. Ok. I removed myself from the situation. (too much politics, prevents you from using words 'clean'.) The Sandy Beach.

But too much of anything can really mess things up. I'd say we begin with a little bit of balance. How about that Lucifer? Would you like that? Great. Even Lucifer IS for a bit of balance.

Begin by belting some of those mouths that are constantly opening but with nothing to say. (and tighten it, hahaha!)

Please.

Thank you.

Doth Not This One...

     Run prettily?







If you sell sanctuary.... (pause, thoughts....)
    wouldn't they, who knew, come running, to you?







Godsmack! Voodoo

Liver Pate, Nutrient Rich Food

     Yesterday I decided to make some liver pate. I found this lady's blogsite, Nina, who has some great recipes.

Nina's Chicken Liver Pate With Jelly, Recipe

The art of jelly. I'm having so much fun with this! Haha. I'm learning to layer, and different flavors, to see how that goes. I've started off quite simple. Just a roll of liver pate already made, then took some hard boiled eggs, fried some onion and celery and added some herbs. Put it all together in a blender with some parsley and then mixed some jelly juice with chicken broth and blended it until smooth. Then put it into glass containers, so I could "see" the progress. I've begun another kind too, where I put the jelly on the bottom (its hardening right now), then I'm going to add some other liverwurst to it, then let that set a bit, and put another layer of jelly. This is turning out to be really fun.

One day, I'll get chicken liver, cook it up and make it like this lady has in the recipe. Then I'll find some duck and even goose livers! After all this experimenting, I'm sure I'll be able to make a fine liver pate.

Oh, by the way. I love liver.... and especially jellied! I'm going to see all the different things I can jelly that will make life more fun and enjoyable. I already have jellied raspberries. Very nice colour when you squish some of them. Then I jellied blueberries. You won't get any colour in the jelly if you don't squeeze some of that blue skin around. Then I jellied those black sweet cherries. I first had to cut them to take out the pits. The same thing with the blueberries. If you don't squeeze the cherries, the jelly won't get coloured much. Also, the blueberries do better with a little sugar in the jelly. But the sweet cherries don't need any. Just experimenting... having fun...

Breath of Fresh Air

Constant creating... forces you to use those muscles, most, are unwilling to use, and helps along to ease the trouble and pain of constant creating... it just gets you sharper. Hahaha. For example, if you were making a purse out of your mind, you would need a lot of tissue paper, because it could get messy... I mean, without a doctors diploma, you never know, where the path is to go... except you know that each and every step you take, better be the right one, because you need all the skills you can get Hahahaha, and you have no time for tartiness. For sure. Constant Creating... great stuff.

Mind's don't bleed. Fuck the tissue paper, and just get on with the job. You create a picture on paper out of the thoughts that came to your mind. Then you draw a pattern out of the picture on the paper. Then you take that, transfer it onto fabric, and cut it out. That's when you begin sewing the very basic stuff. On the way, you twist and turn, like a river, whether choppy or calm, it gets completed...and the more awareness, or allowance of interaction of changing of ideas, you allow to occur, the more successful the outcome of the whole. Hmhmhm. Ta da. The art of Creating.

I'm drinking a snifter of warm dragon's breath, Woodruff. Not because of some nasty tangle of work I have to do, but to enjoy the process. You see? There is a benefit to creating. You get to enjoy yourself! Ha. I'd say it's worth it. But who am I to say. You ought to test it yourself, find out for your own self. You're the only boss there is. Come to think of it, no wonder this place is such an ego mess. Hahahaa. Nevertheless, you separate your ego sometimes from the mess of work you have to do, and that's how it becomes more balanced, better skill.

Sometimes, you make something you don't like. But hey, you have to make room for that. It's not only YOUR ego that matters, because someone else might like it just fine. And they usually do. They think I'm a perfectionist, but I don't, I just notice what mistake "EYE" made, and they just notice the beauty of the finished product. Then, after a while, sometimes you go back, fish out that project you did awhile ago that you condemned to the grave, and find you too, like it very much, because now it looks good. So yea, Constant Creating gives you different perspectives of what is required in the life of living.

And remember, always, enjoy yourself.





Ok I'm ready for it. Let the reign come down on me...





Naa, I didn't make any mistake. I'm just getting bored caught in my own mind games, yeah-yeah, always have to take care to discipline ones self enough to proceed with the thing that is even, unpleasant at times, because even in the unpleasant parts of sewing, the on and on of the mind games is even more unpleasant. That's how you know... to get back to work. Bah!

P.s. Ok one last thing. It's a double whauper this month, this year. You can call it, the TWINS!

Now I get it. I wanted this experience. Oooh. Ok then. I didn't make a mistake. I wanted to learn about emotions, because I already have Mind downpat...now I need to find out more, nourishment, bloooood. Hahahaha. Emotional rescue. This is body work! Back to my sewing!

Alright. Now mind is split. This next video... oh my gosh, I don't think I've ever seen it. Alright. It's Saturday. I can take a break. Hahahaa.




Size matters. Hahaha. What is the width, depth, and height of it? That's right. Size matters. It could be a miniscule thing, like an atom, or it could be vast and wide, like the open sky. Who has measured the Spirit?


And always remember to enjoy yourself.
It is not commercial. It is artwork. Sometimes it looks or sounds like shit, and that there tells you, it's art in (progress) the motion. When you look deeper, or at another date look into it, the entire structure, makes sense. Love it. Everyone, get back to your sewing...or sowing, which ever art you have to perform.

But just downt ask....





Make-up!
My make-up!



Satirday September Sixteen, ninteen.. nope, that's done. Twhenty Seventeen. Twelve twenty two pm.

Thank you my friend James, for stopping by when I was harvesting my five leaf Ivy, for the wintertime. Yea. Those herbs that I spoke of in an earlier post... found out they're good for the lungs. And I'm working at quitting smoking, but not permanently, just slowing it down, so I can savor and enjoy it again. Yea. I think I'll go out in a puff of smoke now. Good Day Everyone. oo777

My Personal Office.

 Don't mind the mess. I had a party last night.

      Don't you think of Papyrus ever? Don't you know "forever"?






i could write to you, but, would you know it was me? Who is "it"and who is "me" ?




Hey, who is that man's naem, my German friend. Haha! Oh K, I'll make up a name. Siegfeld. That's the name. So we go strraight. Is that so? Oh oh oh....it's magic, I know...never believe it ain't so.







Mawch bettah.

I'm Not A Crazy Baby.

      I'm just a Cry Baby.











Last Words?

So What I'm In Love With You, Fuck You.

 If only I loved you, like the way you love me.... then, we wouldn't be, enemies.




Ha Ha hahahahahaaa

My Purpose.

"Then God moved away from the flower so the flower now"


Was wow, free to fly.... and oh my, did He fly.

                                                     (Aesha and the snake dance)

My Priestesses. 

My Priests. My loving kindness goes out to you awl.

Thank you for helping me, when I needed your help

the most!

But todayuham only here to say, I love you, and that's about it.

Shit. That stuff you love to rollround in.

Hahaahhahahaaha! 

Ha

Hahaaha

It was only matter, just matter, mad hatter.

Betty Davis.

  I was just thinking of Betty Davis today!
And now, I'm listening to her song. Haha!

I had the picture in my face of her smoking cigarettes, and when she's older, some folks think it's because of the cigarette smoking that she looks the way she do. But I, think not about that. I feel

she was always young, and beautiful, and... intelligent.
Yea. One can smoke and drink and eat whatever they want, and still look like a jewel in the crown...

but, did you ever think, that you could be the opposite too? Yea...you could let the smoking, drinking and eating destroy you so utterly, if you want to...but you don't have to... you just need to do what you do.

And do it the best you know how! That's all. Now let's check out that song.

I just Love Aries ladies. They're so 'pretty"!


All the boys think she's a spy, but she's

just a decoy, hahahaaha

Brothers In Arms

 -by Dire Straits

These mist covered mountains

Are a home now for me

But my home is the lowlands

And always will be

Someday you'll return to

Your valleys and your farms

And you'll no longer burn to be

Brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction

Baptisms of fire

I've witnessed your suffering

As the battle raged higher

And though they did hurt me so bad

In the fear and alarm

You did not desert me

My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds

So many different suns

And we have just one world

But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell and

The moon's riding high

Let me bid you farewell

Every man has to die

But it's written in the starlight

And every line in your palm

We are fools to make war

On our brothers in arms

It's interesting huh? I have a pink sunset mountain background on my Mac Mini, large screen t.v., computer, and it's pink, so the colour on the dashboard with all my icons, is pink, with some soft purple in the right hand corner. So You look at that video above, with the Dire Straits song, and you see blue. But you have to call it "baby" blue when you want to call it the correct hue value. Whereas, you don't say "baby red", you just say pink. Now how strange is that? Red or pink. Hahahaa. Blue or blue. Purple or purple.... or violet! Nevermind about lavender, that is just the colour of a flower. We're talking about main issues here, such as in, Principles. Like Robert Plant's album, Principle of Moments. Love that one. That is so fucking talented. I thought he was a Hero when he left Led Zeppelin for to respect John Bonham, to only end up making hahaa, fucking better music by himself, than he did with.... them...In The fucking Evening. But, you see, Slow Dancer is even better.



I LOVE Robert Plant. You know what? Who doesn't?

Earth was so kind to take on these misfits, whom we now call "human" but really they're ... well... how to say? the... Divine children of the Creator. But, they didn't start out so fine. So this beautiful. BEAUtiful nanny, took them on. Yes. Mother Earth is a Nanny taking care of spoilt royal (fuckin pain in the rear), children.

Wherefore, let us all rejoice. The Mother didn't have to be surprised when She saw her children again... except that they had IMProved, and she was SHOCKED> almost 'out of her mind' but she persevered, and everything is Now find. Hahaha. Thank you.


Good nacht.

Fucking English Men are so handsome. Gosh.  I love them. Fuck! I hate them.

If Aliens didn't exist... I wouldn't be here.

It goes to show you that I don't just 'pop in' for the fun.... Mary doesn't just 'pop' in for nothing. There is ALWAYS a Purrrpose behind it.

Mhmhm. Porpoise. Principle.

Robert Plant; The Joker's Laugh.

Emotional shit bores into your skin, takes o er and fucks you UP. Are you going to allow shitty emotional shituations to 'fuck you up' ?  I hope not.

Wood anyone like to watch a moovie with me? I'm going right now. Come with me, then, to the see, the eas of love, I wannta tell ya, just how much, I love ya.

)I have cum to your Emotional rescue(

You see, I told you, hear? Ma kill... that I am not here
to own or disown you, I'mjust having fun.
So. Be aware, always, in awareness.
Lest you find yourself
Haha
In the deepest helle and, well, perhaps even
enjoying yourself....

How To Create with Analogical Mind.

"Every analogical thought that ever existed, in essence,

is the mind of God. Every flower that waxes and wanes

in spring and summer was given life through such a climax.

Then God moved away from the flower so the flower now, 

with its breath of life, could be its own being and indeed

intrinsically sponsor and populate itself. If God is always

analogically present, the flower never forms. It had to be 

then, a becoming and moving away, by the grace of God

to allow what God has created to be a living and 

breathing thing."

     "One could not create a simple single-cell organism that could be called life, until that God (the Being that you are) had become it analogically. The great gardener of Eden can't pick a flower unless he becomes as the flower.

That would be called the "breath of life," instilling in that organism, not only its idea from its God (it's own Self), but leaving that idea in there as a mind, an analogical mind* that could then develop that single-cell organism's DNA and its eventual social consciousness.

[*Analogical Mind means one mind. It is the result of the alignment of primary consciousness and secondary consciousness, the Observer and the Personality. The fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh seals of the body are opened in this state of mind. The bands spin in opposite directions (my note: Torus), like a wheel within a wheel, creating a powerful vortex that allows the thoughts held in the frontal lobe, to coagulate, and manifest.]

     Everything is alive, every flower, every insect, every bacteria, every virus, because it is given life through the breath of the analogical experience. The God who analogically becomes it, instills within this lifeless idea, a living breath, and that living breath is called mind. It has its own mind, and that mind has unlimited potential.

     If these Gods can create a flower, then what did they do when it came time to pluck the flower out of the garden with no hand to do so, no nose to smell, no eyes to perceive the true colour of its DNA? God created man and woman.
     Suffice it to say, however, that what we bring here is the history of the creation of our human self, you, in bodies that were formed more than ten and a half million years ago, in DNA. You bring to today, the concept of the great Holy Spirit called God, that produced itself a viable vehicle. The viable vehicle in the earlier stages had the sharp architect and creator always adjusting, creating it to a degree that the great gardener could walk in its garden and grasp a flower.
(my idea: hence, one has to be constantly adjusting their world around them through their analogical mind if they are going to improve what they have to work with, and advance to a more pleasant state...you can't sit on your laurels like pigs rolling round in mud expecting your mind to do it without you. Get up, clean yourself off, and present yourself as worthy by using your internal structure, that heart, that mind.)
     This body was created out of the same substance and consciousness that the flower, the earth, and the water of the earth came from, for it vibrates at the same rate of speed. It is no different than bacteria. It vibrates at the same rate of speed so that the God who inhabits this body, can continue to be an endless analogical creator with a brain that has the capacity for that God to unfold from its very origins, into the quintessential body, of its now great frontier. Not only can it enjoy the life it set in motion, but it has a body now --once it has created the dream-- to touch the dream, to smell the dream, to hear the dream, to taste the dream.

     What brings you here, is that you have forgotten what your mission is. You have forgotten the tools you have, the mechanisms you have, and you have forgotten that you are part and parcel responsible for the levels of creative fertility. As the ages and the procession of stars passed, people on Earth, and most other planetary systems, were susceptible to catastrophic changes in the equilibrium of space. The first great Gods that were here were so mindful and understood how to take care of that. But every successive generation has lost that knowledge, and the catastrophes have destroyed them: their brains, their bodies, their flesh. Then the new seeds that came were further and further behind the eightball, more lost and with more degeneration. (instead of REgeneration.)
     You were once unimaginably beautiful. You were once unimaginably IMAGINABLE. You were once the great caretakers of a self-loving God that even the flower and the insect which that God created, brought the nature of bliss to a God who had created something so lovely in its greatest accomplishment, a body in which that loveliness could be appreciated.

     You stand on the precipice of some dramatic changes, not only geologically speaking, but consciously speaking. If you are to save yourselves, then you have to remember with what faculty you have the ability to do that. And unless you know those faculties, you are the blind leading the blind and into the ditch you go. The beautiful nature of God has been lost. As the human experience becomes thicker in its emotional expression, it loses its creativity, and then only through magnetism and gravity does it draw into its (emotional) whirlwind, into its life, that which supplements its feeling and emotional character.

     The great God of your being is not that 'God is dead.' It is, YOU who are dead. You have perpetuated this whirlwind through generation after generation. You are so heavy in mass, leaping into a maturity of the mass, so you could participate in the river of adult emotions, without ever having to create anything, except keeping your body fit enough to indulge in the experience.

     You would be hard-pressed to remember when your life took a turn and the great creative force came back into your mind, your inspiration, where you have left behind the whirlwind.

     The cause of our life here, is not to get hung up in our emotions or even to perpetuate the idea, but to have come back to that extraordinary throne in our brain where the long-forgotten great architect, you, lives in seclusion and secrecy. The great architect, the great God, has done little, because it has been asked to do little in your life. It has given you life in your brain, in your cells, in your DNA... a DNA that was clay taken off the banks of this river called consciousness and energy."


Taken from: "Ramtha; Parallel Lifetimes. Fluctuations In The Quantum Field. Volume 3, No. 3"

Don't let your emotions suck you down into the whirlpool.

(more reading: The Wild Beast That Needs Taming.)

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Fallen Angels, Nephilim, Alien Predators.

   
     Michael Tsarion knew what he was talking about when he wrote the book Atlantis, Alien Visitation &  Genetic Manipulation. In this short Presentation he packs quality information in, which when you listen to it, everything starts to make sense. Then you can read the "Reptilian Pact" below and know it is true, that they have been doing this, and more nasty things to humanity, ever since they invaded the space of this planet.

The  Reptilian Pact

(The “Secret Pact,” the “Secret Covenant”)

Unknown Author

Note from Webmaster: This article originally titled “The Secret Covenant” was sent anonymously with an unusable email address to www.Bankindex.com, a financial advisor dot-com company located in Florida, USA.  Initially I was unable to locate the original English version of this article in bankindex.com. Somebody translated the article into Spanish and placed it in http://www.animalweb.cl/N_O_IMPERIAL/pacto_secreto.htm.  I translated the Spanish version into English and published it in this website. From a reader I received later on the original English version which I compared to my translation for accuracy.  Here is now posted the original version which has replaced my translation.

See also the complementary articles, “The Holographic Prison and the Pact with the Devil” and the “New World Order, an Overview.”

An illusion it will be, so large, so vast it will escape their perception.

 Those who will see it will be thought of as insane.

 We will create separate fronts to prevent them from seeing the connection between us.

 We will behave as if we are not connected to keep the illusion alive.

 Our goal will be accomplished one drop at a time so as to never bring suspicion upon ourselves.

 This will also prevent them from seeing the changes as they occur.

 We will always stand above the relative field of their experience for we know the secrets of the absolute.

 We will work together always and will remain bound by blood and secrecy. Death will come to he who speaks.

 We will keep their lifespan short and their minds weak while pretending to do the opposite.

 We will use our knowledge of science and technology in subtle ways so they will never see what is happening.

 We will use soft metals, aging accelerators and sedatives in food and water, also in the air.

 They will be blanketed by poisons everywhere they turn.

 The soft metals will cause them to lose their minds.

 We will promise to find a cure from our many fronts, yet we will feed them more poison.

 The poisons will be absorbed through their skin and mouths, they will destroy their minds and reproductive systems.

 From all this, their children will be born dead, and we will conceal this information.

 The poisons will be hidden in everything that surrounds them, in what they drink, eat, breathe and wear.

 We must be ingenious in dispensing the poisons for they can see far.

 We will teach them that the poisons are good, with fun images and musical tones.

 Those they look up to will help. We will enlist them to push our poisons.

 They will see our products being used in film and will grow accustomed to them and will never know their true effect.

When they give birth we will inject poisons into the blood of their children and convince them it’s for their help.

 We will start early on, when their minds are young, we will target their children with what children love most, sweet things.

 When their teeth decay we will fill them with metals that will kill their mind and steal their future.

 When their ability to learn has been affected, we will create medicine that will make them sicker and cause other diseases for which we will create yet more medicine.

 We will render them docile and weak before us by our power.

 They will grow depressed, slow and obese, and when they come to us for help, we will give them more poison.

 We will focus their attention toward money and material goods so they many never connect with their inner self.

 We will distract them with fornication, external pleasures and games so they may never be one with the Oneness of it All.

 Their minds will belong to us and they will do as we say.

 If they refuse we shall find ways to implement mind-altering technology into their lives. We will use fear as our weapon.

 We will establish their governments and establish opposites within. We will own both sides.

 We will always hide our objective but carry out our plan.

 They will perform the labor for us and we shall prosper from their toil.

 Our families will never mix with theirs.

 Our blood must be pure always, for it is the way.

 We will make them kill each other when it suits us.

 We will keep them separated from the oneness by dogma and religion.

 We will control all aspects of their lives and tell them what to think and how.

 We will guide them kindly and gently letting them think they are guiding themselves.

We will foment animosity between them through our factions.

When a light shall shine among them, we shall extinguish it by ridicule, or death, whichever suits us best.

We will make them rip each other’s hearts apart and kill their own children.

We will accomplish this by using hate as our ally, anger as our friend.

The hate will blind them totally, and never shall they see that from their conflicts we emerge as their rulers.

They will be busy killing each other.

They will bathe in their own blood and kill their neighbours for as long as we see fit.

We will benefit greatly from this, for they will not see us, for they cannot see us.

We will continue to prosper from their wars and their deaths.

We shall repeat this over and over until our ultimate goal is accomplished.

We will continue to make them live in fear and anger through images and sounds.

We will use all the tools we have to accomplish this.

The tools will be provided by their labor.

We will make them hate themselves and their neighbours.

We will always hide the divine truth from them, that we are all one.

This they must never know!

They must never know that color is an illusion, they must always think they are not equal.

Drop by drop, drop by drop we will advance our goal.

We will take over their land, resources and wealth to exercise total control over them.

We will deceive them into accepting laws that will steal the little freedom they will have.

We will establish a monetary system that will imprison them forever, keeping them and their children in debt.

When they shall band together, we shall accuse them of crimes and present a different story to the world for we shall own all the media.

We will use our media to control the flow of information and their sentiment in our favor.

When they shall rise up against us we will crush them like insects, for they are less than that.

They will be helpless to do anything for they will have no weapons.

We will recruit some of their own to carry out our plans, we will promise them eternal life, but eternal life they will never have for they are not of us.

The recruits will be called “initiates” and will be indoctrinated to believe false rites of passage to higher realms.

Members of these groups [Editor’s Note: The Illuminati] will think they are one with us never knowing the truth.

They must never learn this truth for they will turn against us.

For their work they will be rewarded with earthly things and great titles, but never will they become immortal and join us, never will they receive the Light and travel the stars.

They will never reach the higher realms, for the killing of their own kind will prevent passage to the realm of enlightenment.

This they will never know.

The truth will be hidden in their face, so close they will not be able to focus on it until it’s too late.

Oh, yes, so grand the illusion of freedom will be, that they will never know they are our slaves.

When all is in place, the reality we will have created for them will own them.

This reality will be their prison.

They will live in self-delusion.

When our goal is accomplished a new era of domination will begin. [N. of Ed.: the New World Order].

Their minds will be bound by their beliefs, the beliefs we have established from time immemorial.

But if they ever find out they are our equal, we shall perish then. THIS THEY MUST NEVER KNOW.

If they ever find out that together they can vanquish us, they will take action.

They must never, ever find out what we have done, for if they do, we shall have no place to run, for it will be easy to see who we are once the veil has fallen.

Our actions will have revealed who we are and they will hunt us down and no person shall give us shelter.

This is the Secret Covenant by which we shall live the rest of our present and future lives, for this reality will transcend many generations and life spans.

This covenant is sealed by blood, our blood. We, the ones who from heaven to earth came.

This covenant must NEVER, EVER be known to exist.

It must NEVER, EVER be written or spoken of for if it is, the consciousness it will spawn will release the fury of the PRIME CREATOR upon us and we shall be cast to the depths from whence we came and remain there until the end time of infinity itself.