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The image is by Paramount Pictures.
This is the “rest of the story.”
Tears from a phoenix can heal wounds.
The White Ranger is the Holy Spirit. First you have to be the It’s Not Easy Being Green Ranger and Turn Evil™ before you can get there though. It’s called the via purgativa.
I think I have a thorn stuck in my wrist. The thorn in the Lion’s Paw. Where is the mouse to pull it out?
Last night I dreamt I was on an American naval vessel and we were trailing a suspicious Chinese ship, which I knew was leading us into a trap. Inside the ship were parked several cars (like a ferry, my only personal reference point anchor for “large ship” and resting on the hood of one of the cars was a guitar with the front smashed partially underneath and to the side of the bridge. Someone suggested it still played, that the guitar didn’t even notice. I begged to differ. Someone else (or maybe the same companion) suggested that I would make a good pilot one day. I laughed scoffing at the idea and said I was still getting used to walking around on a ship. You need to get your sea legs before you can get your air legs, I guess.
Human home omen.
She shall be called, “Their Missing Queen, Their True Shield.” By this epithet shall she be opened (ephphatha).
Somebody complained the other day in the comments about drowning in a sea of kaleidoscopic imagery. Imagine how I feel!
Do you do things in secret? Do you thingk things in secret? Deeds done in secret have a way of being found out. There is no such thing as a secret, but it’s no reason to get paranoid. The contents of your heart are open to all and are broadcast outward into how you project the universe around you. We each have a time-space bubble we exude, the Xbox UnBox, I call it. We can blub together these bubbles temporarily interlinking our spaceship identityPods into overlapping stacked universes honeycombed together out of our secret desires and intentions. They are not secret so much as they are truths unexpressed.
Dogs bark as if to say, “You’re real! I see you!” Remember that time the dog ran over to us to say hello and the woman looked right at us and couldn’t see us or her dog?
I used to be a ghost. I used to preach to the spirits in prison there. It’s called a hologram from the future. It’s called phase shifting. The only way new things occur in the past are by signals being sent out from the future. They resonate through the ages breaking shape into a million pluriforms echoing out those messages. Trying to fix the past instead of controlling the future.
THE UNRIGHTABLE WRONG.
To set right what once went wrong. And then eventually Sam has to go on without the aid of his holographic AL companion.
I am I be (IDENTITY BEING) [+e-prime]
Truth must have witnesses for it to be projected into manifested being. Justice is blind because she sees with her heart. She walks by faith alone. The soul is female. It’s wedding day is with the Christ light. Beyonce dancing destiny into existence. The blind man and the beggar crossing the street and resting in an alleyway. One more day of blackness and then I don’t know what happens.
Michael alchemy is to test your mettle. Guardian companion greatlove.
Seattle Set Seti Settle Sealth Stealth.
From the Book of Enoch: “and the women also of the angels who went astray shall become sirens.”
Hieroglyphics are a reference+pt language composed of images instead of phrases like this: [GOAT]+[MONKEY]+[THUNDERSTORM]~{BLUE}*{LIGHT}*{AIR}. The ways in which you arrange these power images seed vibrationary syllables reconfigures reality.
There are you happy now?
July 6th, 2007 at 5:37 pm
From the writings of Thank You Thank You: “Faith like fire pretty much burns itself out, while faith like flowing water seems eternal.”
July 6th, 2007 at 6:28 pm
Awesome song
http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf...-Yes/C7CC6BA097E8FFB948256973000FE923
July 6th, 2007 at 7:34 pm
(I wrote this before I read this latest post of yours)
The deceivers aren’t much concerned with the average person who goes about their day, the people caught pretty much in a feedback loop of high commonality that approaches the energy signature area near the top of the bell curve, or some such curve (the curve is actually representative of a 3-dimensional cone). The mass lying below the apex zone of the curve is referred to as consensus reality, and is generally maintained by a largely mechanical, fairly dumb, feedback system with large scale maintenance functions done through mass media channels such as television, religions and school systems. As the seeker deviates from this consensus reality zone the system reacts with increasing synchronistic feedback, and at some point, semi-autonomous to autonomous deceiving entities direct their attention to you (as well as helpers aligned with the seekers path). The system does this in order to protect itself and those whose interests are aligned with it, but it also functions as a test. This is the metaphorical rolling boulder, camouflaged snake pit, and mummy’s curse (etc., etc.) The deceivers attempt to elicit negative interpretations of signs and circumstances, and to create their own stimuli, ultimately designed to send you packing back to consensus reality or (preferably?) mess you up as much as possible so that you become a non-credible flake. These result if you are not capable of perspicacity or as Tim has put it discernment. The less talented deceivers work through purely physical means, while those of greater talent have some abilities to work through your subconscious using psi and through dreams. Some can psychically reach into your head and stimulate subconscious brain buttons, so if you haven’t done enough work on yourself (shine a light into all the dark nooks and crannies) before you set sail, you will get whacked pretty hard by the storms (in the end, storms are all just lessons? That is my current bias)
Wayward ships set off sirens. The deceivers are the sirens, and seekers of pure heart are lashed psychically to the anchor mast (mass, inertia). If 10 equals purity of heart and 0 = sludge saturation, I would suggest you be pretty close to a 9 or 10 before you try and sail off over the horizon. Thinking more about this I am still approaching this in much to cut and dried a manner, as the work on self is also part of the journey. How can one separate the preparation from the journey?
Purity of heart leads you to Chastity Perspicacity and Janus becomes your friend and not your fiend. It is a matter of choice, but you can only make the correct choice if you have the self knowledge (fles(h)) Knowledge salves, solves, saves, salvation. required and have developed consideration for others in tandem (very important).
….mind, heart, Heart, Mind.
As successful seekers establish connections to frontier feedback loops they become masts themselves for other seekers. The 100th monkey effect, it then becomes easier for those moving away from the law (scale the wal-l) checkerboard world center because of the achievements of others.
Just my thoughts biased by my present level of experience and corroboration with that described by others. Much is just cut and paste and rewording of lessons and information gleaned form others. Subject to probable change at any moment.
July 6th, 2007 at 7:55 pm
wayward = away from the ward, away from the ward(en), away from the war den.
July 6th, 2007 at 8:19 pm
I just wrote in my notebook: it’s only the tallest tower that gets struck by lightning
http://dearcomputer.nl/gir/?q=tarot+tower&s=4&b=Rip+Google%21
http://dearcomputer.nl/gir/?q=tower+babel&s=4&b=Rip+Google%21
http://dearcomputer.nl/gir/?q=eiffel+tower&s=4&b=Rip+Google%21
http://dearcomputer.nl/gir/?q=magdala+tower&s=4&b=Rip+Google%21
ie, a Tower, time travel, einstein rosen bridge
http://dearcomputer.nl/gir/?q=einstein...+bridge&s=4&b=Rip+Google%21
Awesome song:
http://lyricstrue.net/bandsongtext/Yes/Abilene.html
Wayward = wards of the way of the warrior word answering sword:
http://bible.cc/revelation/19-15.htm
Culled from above (observation causes change):
Apex zone curve approach
energy signature horizon
mechanical feedback system
Schools synchronistic
aligned protect test builder
talent dreams stimulate
sail lessons current
heart lash mast chastity
flesh matter knowledge
developed tandem law
change moment
With interpolated lacunae:
[Entering] Apex zone - [mathematical] curve approach[ing]
Energy signature horizon [or end of]
Mechanical feedback system.
Schools synchronistic [are]
Aligned to test the Builder [shaper+maker]
[and to] talent dreams stimulate [stimulate dreaming talents]
Sail lessons current [current lesson is “sailing”, ie walking on water, calming the storm]
Heart [must be] lashed [to the] mast [of] chastity
[Odysseus must have faculties unclouded to navigate past sirens]
[Purifying the] Flesh-matter [which produces] knowledge
Developed [in] tandem [with the] Law
Change moment
[It is a pivotal moment and will also change in a moment]
*
We are communicating on many more levels than which we are consciously aware.
July 6th, 2007 at 10:12 pm
Wow.
July 6th, 2007 at 10:20 pm
Pulled from bits and pieces here, using “sophia phoenix sphinx” as my seedbed:
http://dearcomputer.nl/story/
July 6th, 2007 at 10:23 pm
Damn, apparently that first segment is from this. Amazing:
http://www.levity.com/alchemy/novalis.html (no valis)
The Hero was silent.
“Let me touch your shield,” she said, softly.
He moved towards the throne and stood upon the costly carpet. She took his hand, pressed it tenderly to her heavenly breast, and touched his shield. His armour rang, and a pervasive strength re-vitalised his body. His eyes flashed, and his heart could be heard as it beat against his breastplate. The beautiful Freya seemed happier, and the light streaming from her grew more intense.
“The King approaches!” cried a splendid bird, perched in a recess of the throne. The handmaidens drew a sky-blue coverlet around the princess, arranging it above her breast. The Hero lowered his shield and looked toward the dome, from which a broad staircase wound to each side of the hall. Soft music preceded the King, who appeared soon after in the dome and descended with a numerous retinue. The splendid bird spread its dazzling wings, stirred them gently, and sang to the King as if with a thousand voices:
Soon will the noble stranger come, and Time
His endless reign begin: The warmth return!
The Queen will waken from the sway of Dream
When Earth and Sea, enjoined by Love, are one.
Once Fable has her ancient right reclaimed
The cold of Night from all this realm will leave:
In Freya’s womb, the World awake enflamed,
And every lover chance upon his love.
July 6th, 2007 at 10:33 pm
“What is it you seek?” said the Sphinx.
“My own inheritance,” replied Fable.
“Where do you come from?”
“From ancient times.”
“You are still a child.”
“And shall stay a child forever.”
“Who will stand by you?”
“I stand alone. Where are the Sisters?” asked Fable.
“Everywhere and nowhere,” answered the Sphinx.
“Do you know me?”
“Not yet.”
“Where is Love?”
“In the imagination.”
“And Sophia?”
The Sphinx muttered inaudibly to herself and rustled her wings.
“Sophia and Love!” cried Fable triumphantly, and passed through the gate.
July 6th, 2007 at 10:34 pm
Children of the past,
Within your cells awake:
Leave the beds of rest,
For soon the dawn will break.
I weave your threads of life
Into one web alone!
Farewell, the years of strife:
Your being shall be one!
Each in the other dwell
And, in the one, live all:
One heart within you swell:
One breath arise and fall.
Sorcery and Dream
And things of Spirit yet,
Into the cavern stream:
The holy Sisters fret!
July 6th, 2007 at 10:49 pm
The King embraced his blushing beloved, and the people, following the King’s example, embraced each other. Nothing could be heard but sweet endearments and the whisper of kisses.
Finally Sophia said: “The Mother is among us. Her presence will gladden us for ever. Follow us into our dwelling: There, in the temple, we shall dwell eternally and guard the mystery of the world.”
The empire of Eternity is founded;
In Love and Peace all opposition ended.
Gone forever is the woeful dream of pain:
Sophia, priestess of all hearts, will ever reign.
July 6th, 2007 at 10:55 pm
Aww! I see a baby meme I know. “Thingk”. I must comment.
You were talking about secrecy when you said it, I believe. How its impossible to keep secrets because we are all connected. Which goes back to me to the importance of being open source. I think absolutely everything should be, especially in the realm of spirituality. There seems to be this gravitational pull as we find sacred things, to not share them. Its maybe because we don’t want them defiled. But nothing is defiled, and at the same tim everything is defiled in this plane. In my most pure experiences of the divine I always realize this.
However, the forces of secrecy yearn to elevate one fleeting mortal thing above another, which inevitably ends up being part of a system of control. The preists staff elevated, the followers genitals shamed the obvious result. (and people are suprised about pedo priests)
But God is hard to pin down, precisely because there is no thing that reliably leads to Him. No particular place he is or isn’t. This is also why God eludes systems of control, and they all become hollow shells in the end without the invigorating spirit in them.
So anyway, thanks for the reminder about how important it is to share thoughts. Some fear just got overcame for me there. I appreciate it!!!
July 6th, 2007 at 11:37 pm
Maybe I’m just having a good day but the story you found is one of the only pieces of alchemical writing I’ve been able to, sort of, understand. The tarot deck with the baby makes more than a little sense now. Good work!
July 6th, 2007 at 11:44 pm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OW-cnizLDEE
YouTube - Be water
or an inverted cone is a well, oh hell, well?. I forgot, up is usually down and down is up around these parts. Kind of like a muse-ment park ride.
taurt-magdala-tower, forward is also backward as PKD has suggested.
big, joyful smile.
July 7th, 2007 at 2:59 am
thingk!
if every word in our language was reformed/altered like this and everyone had to conform to such a systyem, everythi9ng would change. people would have to reform their universes, start from scratch. they would have to redefine everything and in the process discover things that are true but had been buried in a system of boring, repetitive, unalalyzed throught processes. or that’s what i am getting from it.
there are so many people today who don’t believe in truth. at one point i think i was one of them but when you really start to look, everything that you find is consistent. you said something in a another post about getting chills in realization of truth, beauty. and it’s funny cause that’s something i realized a while ago and it really is true. chills/feeling lightheaded/overwhelmed are our body’s reaction to the single TRUTH as viewed from our UNIQUE process of perception of that truth.
July 7th, 2007 at 5:08 am
Scientology!
NLP!
Every corporate linguistic universe!
Every subculture!
Every language!
TRUTH TRAIN CHOO! CHOO! COMIN THRU!