As I enter this new world and this new year I’ve been finding new ways of living each day and a big portion of that is doing in the sense of adding more of the physical element to my spiritual practice. This is still a work in progress but as I add different things I would like to share them for those that might be interested.
At the age of sixty-five (in April) it has become more and more important for me to include things in my daily practice to sustain my health. I have been doing some simple pelvic stretches and neck stretches to counter years and years of poor posture. Nothing fancy, but fifteen minutes lying on the floor and five minutes sitting in a chair doing various stretches like hamstring stretches.
What I’ve added is to simply do diaphragm breathing while lying on the floor. Breathing all the way out and then breathing all the way in. We might go through entire days without completely expelling the air from the bottom of our lungs or filling lungs to capacity. At least once a day this is an important health benefit. Most of us don’t breathe deeply enough.
Starting today I’ve gone back to review my Rosicrucian studies and discovered a vowel sound to intone for each day of the week as I do a simple attunement meditation with the Spiritual Light at sunrise. I was never really into intoning vowel sounds but I now realize that when you intone a vowel sound it causes your entire physical body to vibrate and that is a very powerful thing to do on a daily basis.
Even the act of speaking causes our physical body to vibrate with the words that we speak. It seems so strange that I never really realized that before! The words and sounds we make do cause our physical bodies to vibrate!
by Paul Rohrer with 3 illustrations by Otto Linnekogel
Translated by Joe Bandel
“Back then we rode with smuggled goods over the mountains,” shouted Michael.
He was drunk and lying on a stone park bench with his jacket unbuttoned. His hand, wearing ten rings from our most dangerous robberies, clutched the stone head of the arm rest. There was the ring of Count Corzan, the Bishop of Valona’s emerald, the ruby of the Duchess of Acra, and other rings bearing fiery glittering jewels.
“We knew that Don Lorenzo with his Venetian livery was tracking us through the ravines. There was a full moon like today when we made our move and killed him right in the middle of his fancy masked ball.”
The rest of us crouched, stretched out in the grass and cursed because the old Castilian had spoiled the drunken celebration for us and for Michael. What devil had made him start talking about the ghost of Don Lorenzo? We had successfully arrived at the lonely bay unnoticed and had delivered our Lombard silk, Skadar velvet, jewelry and spice boxes to our customers in the city. Now we just wanted to sleep peacefully in the ruins of the half fallen down castle. But an old man kept hopping about incessantly on his pillar of a stump, a Dutch flute in his toothless mouth. He was indifferent to the pleading of our captain.
“Don Lorenzo still lives here among the flowers and trees that he has planted,” he repeated. And with a shaky hand he drew a wide semicircle through the air and over the nighttime park. “There is no plant that is not his. The wild roses are his desire, the thorny undergrowth his hatred, the tangled vindictive pines his twisted hands.”
“Then I want to sleep where he sleeps,” bellowed Michael suddenly, and his passion made chills run up our spines. “I want to sleep in the room where he took my woman. It will be his evil conscience against my own! Give me a light!”
Horror seized us. The meal in the green meadow, which had started so happily, which had left us with nothing more than a couple of buxom whores, threatened to become a fight against the invisible. All of the fellows had already experienced the plundering of a Turkish galley in battle and that of a coastal village. They knew what a mandrake or statue of St. John was used for, and that all creatures are not of this world.
“He is crazy,” one shouted. Several of us wanted to grab Michael and take him forcefully down to the beach and onto the ship. But he pulled his sword out of its sheathe. With flat, furious blows the captain drove away everyone from around his body until he stood alone next to the stone bench. But we, who knew his rages,fled into the shadows of the nearest trees, almost more astonished at his rage than over the composure with which the Castilian lifted his lantern and waited for Michael. Michael ordered him forward with a curt wave of his hand, and he limped forward, as if leading Michael to see some rare painting, and not a single person cared enough about their own salvation to take the opportunity to go along.
“A scoundrel,” I wheezed, “who is leading him to his folly.”
But a growl around the circle proved that no one had any desire to be separated from their bottle and put their own fates at risk. Meanwhile the yellow glow of the lantern snaked through the high grass, which year out and year in had never been mowed, until it reached the pointed arch of the gate. When Michael disappeared through it into the immense black mass of the castle with its spacious wings that surrounded the park I lost track of him. There was something in the manner in which he became more distant as he moved away, it seemed to me as if he was under some supernatural compulsion rather than his own will— his movements took on those of a puppet, and this impression became so strong— that a boundless inexplicable fear arose inside me.
Solidly determined not to let him down, I broke away from the others and hurried toward the castle. The murmur of the night wind whispered around its facade and bent the tops of the trees that rose out of the swampy moat next to it.
Already the lantern, which had slipped through the gateway hall, made the outline of the portcullis visible for a moment, then quickly lit up the arch and rushed across the courtyard. In the meantime I bit open one of the cartridges that I always carried on my bandoleer, and with trembling fingers poured the powder into the gun barrel. Then with a loaded weapon I followed the winding path, as the two ahead of me moved through crumbling halls and echoing corridors. Not as much as a whispered word flew between them. You could only hear the clumping of the old man and the sonorous, massive footsteps of Michael. I stopped at the heads of their long shadows and soon stepped onto the bristling silhouette of the caretaker, then on the edge of the braids, that looked like snakes protecting the captain’s skull.
Blinded mirrors upon the walls reflected back the broken eye of a window, colorful silk draperies wrapped around the stage. In one chamber musical instruments lay in a heap as if they had been discarded while fleeing from a masked ball that had been interrupted. Since the night of that murder, when we had stormed the crowded festival with torches and daggers and avenged Michael’s honor, the life of the castle had fallen off like the patched rags of a beggar’s corpse. No one had dared to even carry away so much as a wig. And ever since then our galleon was often anchored in the bay, the wild park served our wild joys and the dry oleander provided the fires, with which we kept the merchants away and lured them into the dangerous limestone reefs. But even the boldest of us had never dared to reenter the castle itself.
I don’t know whether it was necessary or it was the malice of the Castilian, that we had to wander through all those dead rooms, through corridors and cellars, and even through a chapel which still smelled of rotting incense. They finally ended up in one room, in whose alcove stood a canopy bed. Then I heard them speaking softly, while I, from behind a chest, peeked through the doorway. The beam of light from the raised lantern played over that very bed, over the golden decorations, over the frescoes on the walls, from which the plaster was peeling off, and over the thick cobwebs on the window panes.
“Don Lorenzo’s bedroom,” I heard the old man say. Michael was sunk down in an armchair. He dug his fingers into his eye sockets and groaned in memory. You didn’t need to know him to know that he would have liked to tear Lorenzo’s corpse from out of the grave and rip it to pieces.
“Michael,” I called and jumped out, “come back!”
The captain rose up and broke out into a crazed laughter.
“Where is there to go?” He asked. “I must seek him out again. He shall not believe that I was a coward!”
But something troubled me much more than his frenzied laughter. Suddenly the old Castilian was missing.
“Where is your guide?” I replied in terror.
Michael looked at me without understanding. What guide? Was I so drunken from the plundered Malvasia wine that I was seeing ghosts in my delirium?
“God in heaven,” I screamed in growing horror and threw myself against the door which I had just came through. It was locked. Despite that it appeared to only be made of light wood it would not give way as I tried to spring it with Michael’s sword.
“A rusty lock,” he sneered.
By then I was jumping, crazy as a rat in a trap, against the window, trying to check whether escape was possible there. I wiped the cobwebs away from the window panes with the sleeve of a gold embroidered jacket which I had snatched from the councilor of Ragusa. You could see right down to the bay, in the middle of which our pirate galleon lay at anchor. The full moon made the mountains appear as if covered in snow, and the sea flowed like molten silver. Low on the horizon stood some narrow, supernaturally white banks of clouds. However, as I contemplated the plunge from the heights of the window down to the park, it was not the impossibility of escape from that cursed room that curdled my blood, but something else entirely.
The largest of the pines, which Don Lorenzo had at one time planted down at the edge of the meadow and beneath which we had enjoyed our evening, had left their places. They now stood gloomy and majestic in the open space half way between the castle and our earlier camp.
“You lie,” hissed Michael, when I called out in a strangled voice for him to come and look. “Why should his trees be wandering around?”
Breathlessly we marked the countless blossoms of wild daffodils that covered the meadow, to see if the trees were actually moving. It was difficult to tell for sure, but soon there was no doubt that the pines were dragging their rigid crowns up the slope with a terrible slowness, pushing forward like a snail in its house.
Now it was Michael who suddenly tore himself out of his stupor, and howling, turned away from the window and crashed against the door. I myself, stepped back. Weak with terror I leaned against the wall and watched the efforts of the captain. With his bullish power he smashed the heavy top of a table against the opening. The wood splintered under the terrible impact, yet the door gave way as little as if it were the wall. The terrible tale of the Castilian took form. Don Lorenzo’s ghost invisibly filled the things around us with a cruel vengeance, which had been denied him in life. I felt how his and Michael’s passion began to wrestle for the last time, and without hearing anything with my body, my brain heard, as if a fire passed through the walls and the ceiling, through the plaster and stone, a deep breath of the murdered that trickled down, and in which the moon mixed its pale light with that of the lantern. I would have much rather been standing in a losing battle next to the large deck lantern of our galleon.
While the captain struggled against the wall, I saw how a dark mass slowly rose up in a clear corner of the window. It was the top of a pine swelling and growing right before my eyes.
“Michael,” I groaned.
Then he saw it and with a curse tore the pistol away from me. Before I could stop him, he aimed it and fired at the strange creature. The new powder cap, which I had placed on the pistol the day before did it’s duty.
Michael’s shot thundered terribly loud in the small room. The flash of fire struck against the window pane. It rattled as the bullet went through it, and the powerful smoke of gunpowder filled the room.
But it was as if by this deed the moon had been extinguished, and we immediately stood in front of a completely dark window.
“What is that?” I screamed and raised the lantern. The smoke roiled back and forth, but through it I could see that the pine was now pressing its branches against the glass. They were no longer calm like they had seemed before. The light brown wood curled and rolled back and forth like a snake, and even in the poor light, the long needles trembled as if they were the fingers of this terrible living tree. They pushed against the window panes. They tried to push through everywhere. And then it happened. The glass gave way and bulged inward like a viscous mass. But through the round hole, which the bullet had made, a slender branch had already slipped through and pressed even further into the room.
The captain stood at the end of the bed, in one hand the smoking pistol, the other was so scratched from the wood that all the blood which had drained from his face seemed to be dripping from his fingers. Then a delicate, thin crackling announced that the window could not withstand any more pressure and was going to give way. With heavy knees I crashed once more against the door. I don’t know if it opened by itself or even if some ghost chased me through the desolate castle until I came to the courtyard and collapsed at the fountain. My companions found me there the next morning. They had to use blasting powder to clear the way to Michael’s room. He lay dead on the four poster bed. There was not a single trace of what had happened there during the night, except for one tender pine needle, that was stuck in his chest right through his heart. We gambled with dice for the ten precious rings that were mementos of our ten greatest pirate adventures which he wore on his hand. The emerald of the Bishop of Valona, the ruby of the Duchess of Acra, and all the others. Then we buried our captain and as a funeral service threw a burning torch into the cursed building. Since there was no wind at that time, our galleon lay for three more days in the glowing embers of the fire that was painted over the sea.
I’m having trouble with this series because I believe that the new energetics that are now in place for the first time ever are a form of alternating current that requires two way flow of current between SOURCE and the Womb of Creation. This requires the purging and integration of both the Higher Self and the Shadow. But since the next 2000 years is about the etheric level being dominant the old form of magick no longer works!
The ability to do magick on the etheric level and the ability to maintain a permanently activated etheric body require tremendous amounts of energy. From this point on that energy is achieved through direct channeling both SOURCE and the Womb of Creation in a two way current.
The old way was to generate the needed energy and store it within the body or in groups or in egregores or in power objects. The energy was stored like you store energy in a battery until it is needed. Virtually every type of magickal practice used some form of energy generation and storage.
YOU CAN’T STORE ALTERNATING CURRENT!
You tap into it!
In sharing my path of Organic Gnosticism I have tried to share a path that is individual, a path that has no hierarchy, a path that has no rules, and a path that is natural and organic. I’ve come to realize that only a handful of people will find this path of interest. Only a handful of people will attempt to rupture the astral planes on a daily basis in a deliberate effort to permanently activate their astral bodies.
I’ve shared how soul growth is the natural consequence of love relationships. I’ve shared meditations for healing and prosperity, for group portal work. I’ve shared antidotes for some of the toxic concepts that infect society. And I’ve done these things in a way that did not directly conflict with anyone’s personal path or belief system. (or I’ve tried not to directly conflict with it)
Everyone else will continue their paths of energy generation and storage. They will continue working with a direct current only and that is fine. . .
I’ve just come to realize that I’m wasting my time! Chuckle. I’ve shared more than enough and while I will continue to share from time to time, I’m moving on to other projects that I have been neglecting.
Whoever chooses to go upstream against the current will always be an individual that walks an individual path! They are the ones that create the lives they desire while living in a collective world that is created by the masses.
As I continue to bear witness to some of the more unusual things that I have personally experienced in my life my hope is that these posts are in some way helpful to those that don’t really know what to believe in today’s world of politically correct thinking and head tripping. If they happened to me they might happen to others . . .
The focus of this post is going to be astral cords and soulmate cycles. I am normally not aware of astral cords but there have been extremely vivid lucid dreams or visions or projections involving astral cords and I will share a few. After my Crowley type vision in which my astral cord was destroyed and I took refuge in SOURCE I struggled to regain my connection to earth and Gaia. I read the book “Taoist Secrets of Love Cultivating Male Sexual Energy” by Mantak Chia and began working with sexual orgasm energy. This practice extremely polarized my energy field and physical body. I experienced a spontaneous kundalini release while doing a side bend yoga movement that was so powerful that it felt like I had been struck by lightning as it rushed up my spine and exploded out the crown chakra. I momentarily lost consciousness and my knees sagged as I slumped toward the floor but I caught myself in time and remained on my feet.
I was going to a support group twice a week where I would share my story with others and listen as they shared their stories. I was going through a very rough time as my world was crumbling around me. As I shared my story the emotions poured out of me and it was very powerful. After the meeting several people came up to thank me, shake my hand or give me a hug. I had told their own story and they were very moved as well.
As one woman reached out to shake my hand a spark literally jumped two inches from mine to hers. That energy exchange started something moving inside me. Later that night I could sense that somehow she was inside of me and I was inside of her. We had powerful astral sex and then I had the incredible vision of a new born child and umbilical cord which even had the blood from the birth still on it. It was my new astral body! She had given birth to my new astral body! There was a strong umbilical cord that connected me to her which faded over time. Later I had an equally strong vision of a new world or timeline that was also created which included both of us. This was like the after birth or placenta.
There is more to the story, but this was the first of eight cycles which I have called soulmate cycles that I have experienced over the past thirty-five years. Each cycle gave birth to a different astral body and a different timeline. Each involved a different chakra although each contained all the levels in some way. Each activated a different strand of DNA. Each created an astral bond that was unbreakable. Each was progressively deeper on the astral etheric planes and each took longer than the others. The final cycle took several years. Each was driven by working with sexual orgasm energy but didn’t involve physical sex. It involved astral sex, but also consisted of conscious interaction with each other.
Somehow she needed the energy which my connection to SOURCE provided and when she mixed that energy with her own connection to the Womb of Creation energies a third energy was created that first allowed her to develop and permanently activate her own astral body and then give birth to one for me. Then she created a new timeline in which both of us were able to exist.
This was the true and occult hidden meaning of being “Born Again!” This is the true secret of any and all true religions and mystery schools! This is the true secret behind Alchemy! This is the true secret of the development of the immortal soul and its powers . . . This is the true secret of the spark that exists when two people are in love, what happens when the spark jumps and when the spark is gone . . . This is something that is completely normal and natural and happens to people every day, but not as intensely or as rapidly as it has happened to me. I have only experienced the accelerated version . . .
An important part of this series of posts is simply to share things I have personally experienced as a witness to their actual existence. Some I may not understand at all . . . but I have had experiences that challenge many “politically correct” beliefs of occultism, including my belief that the development of the soul and its powers is purely a mechanical process based solely upon personal effort and not upon tradition, skill or technique.
There is an underlying reality at work here, especially at the inclusive etheric planes that exists and remains active whether a person chooses to believe in it or not!
I continued to study the works of Aleister Crowley and wrote to the OTO for more information. I found the address in one of my books. Bill Heidrick was kind enough to respond and gave me some very helpful advice as well as putting me in contact with someone that could initiate me into the Minerval degree. He essentially said that now that I had established my own magickal system I needed to study the Kabbalah and link the two systems together so they did not conflict. Thus began my study of the Holy Kabbalah. This was a magickal process known as “resolving antimonies”. Organic Gnosticism is compatible with the Holy Kabbalah but that compatibility is not two way. I can put Organic Gnosticism in Kabbalistic terms, but not the other way around.
At my Minerval initiation I was blindfolded. Afterwards I was asked if I had any questions about it. I asked why someone had stood behind me reaching around my waist and pressing in against my solar plexus? I had felt it very strongly and it was unpleasant. My initiator got quite upset and asked for more details because there had not been anyone standing behind me and pressing into my solar plexus. That should not have happened! If he had known there was an unseen entity there he would have protected me from it. I merely mention this as a strange thing that happened. . . I don’t have any answers.
There is debate about the aura and if it is magnetic. I put together a rather large direct current pulsating electromagnet that I could plug into a wall socket and give myself “treatments”. There were two large electromagnets created of 12 gauge copper wire wrapped around two large iron bolts which were both a bit larger than a large grapefruit. One was for north pole and one was for south pole. When I switched it on the magnets would hum and vibrate with the 60 cycle hum of household current. I could only have them on for a minute or two because there was so much current going through them that they would quickly get very warm.
I would lay on the floor placing the south pole magnet at my feet and the north pole magnet at my head and give myself treatments. These treatments were quite energizing and would clear completely stuffed sinuses so violently that the mucus would crackle as it cleared itself. Once, after a treatment I was lying on my bed which was oriented with the head to the east. My astral body suddenly broke loose from my physical body and moved exactly like a compass needle with my head pointing toward the north. It wobbled and went back and forth a little exactly like a compass needle does before it stabilized and remained motionless.
Several years later after I had crossed the Great Abyss and was working with both the energy ball meditation and with tantric energies treatments with this same magnet caused the energy flow at the chakra centers to become constant to the point where even today I can sense the current constantly flowing through my energy centers. It has never stopped flowing. But in the beginning those magnetic treatments certainly stimulated that current flow and made it stronger.
The aura and astral bodies are certainly electromagnetic in nature. . .
Those able to function on the etheric levels are a mixed bag of rough and tumble individuals who can take care of themselves. They don’t belong to any specific tradition but have found their own power and do not hesitate to use it. What follows are a few cautionary tales that might make a person think twice about true magickal ability.
After I had crossed the Great Abyss and merged with SOURCE I felt a polarity shift that was drawing me back downward toward the earth. I panicked thinking that SOURCE had rejected me . . . later I came to understand that I was bringing the SOURCE energy back down through the astral planes level by level to anchor those energies deep into Gaia.
This going downward was a healing process because I was reconnecting with my emotional self, but it was also a disruptive time. I was going through a divorce, a bankruptcy, leaving the Air Force and my kids were living with their mom in Kansas. I was a mess. . .
I began to study the works of Aleister Crowley because he was the only one writing about the experience of crossing the Great Abyss and I wanted to know what was going on with me. . . I began writing what later became the Organic Gnosticism material. At the time I called it the OAK material.
I had a vivid lucid dream in which Aleister Crowley came to me and led me over to where a large tome lay closed upon a pedestal. He indicated that I should open it and I did. Then he began to cackle evilly and said that if I ever let go of the book I would die. I screamed “No!” and slammed the book shut. Instantly my astral cord burst into flames and my soul went higher and higher in a desperate attempt to stay alive. I crossed the Great Abyss and found a small place of shelter within SOURCE but my astral cord that connected me to my physical body had been completely destroyed. I was living completely in my head!
In retrospect this was the “spiritual death” that some occultists refer to. I can share that in some cases the destruction of the silver cord will not result in the death of the physical body because it did not happen to me.
I was working with the Energy Ball Meditation and experimenting with tantric energies. I was excited because I was working through so much shit and healing. I was also caught up in what I came to call Soulmate Cycles in which I was experiencing sexual contact with other females in the astral planes. These experiences were extremely vivid and one cycle after another gave birth to another astral body for me to use. One by one these females exchanging their earth energies for my SOURCE energies and the combined result was the permanent activation of a particular energy body for each of us.
Shortly after crossing the Great Abyss I tried contacting a local Gardnerian Wicca group in Phoenix. A couple nights later I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night with someone pinning me down onto the bed. I could feel their weight holding me down. It was frightening to say the least and I instantly tapped into my SOURCE energy and blasted him away from me. I remember seeing him on all fours on his own bed puking. . . I suppose he was just checking me out because I had tried to contact the group?
Sometime later I had moved back to Minnesota and tried contacting the OTO because I had been studying the works of Aleister Crowley. This was before the internet and I did finally establish contact with SOTO which was like a Hell’s Angels OTO branch. My only contact with them was through letters. I didn’t know anything about them but asked to join. My contact told me to send two passport photos of myself, a front view and a side view. I took the pictures in one of those automated photo booths and got a front view, a right side view and a left side view. I sent all three pictures. A few nights later I woke up in the middle of the night with a searing pain at my throat chakra. At the time I had permanently activated my top three astral bodies and was working on the fourth. In horror I realized the three astral bodies on the entire left side of my neck had been severed and only the right side was still intact!
I panicked and told them I had changed my mind and didn’t want anything to do with them. They wrote back and said that it was too late . . . I had already been initiated. I told them I quit anyway and they warned me that I would regret it. Then I experienced a massive magickal attack that I sent back at them, again by tapping into SOURCE energy. It took two or three months for my severed astral bodies to heal.
This was a botched initiation in that my head ( should have been captured by the egregore of the SOTO) and my connection to my Higher Self would then have only been possible through the teachings of SOTO. Because I had already crossed the Great Abyss and because I had sent in three photos and not just the two I had been told to send the initiation didn’t work. I was lucky?
This post is getting too long and I will continue it tomorrow.
Among other things the etheric plane is the level of paranormal activity including encounters with the dead. On my soul journey I have experienced many really strange experiences and they are not theoretical to me. They are all too real. I’ve shared some of the back story behind most of these experiences in other places, but I will simply list them here. The point being that these are personal experiences in which I have played a part. They are not figments of my imagination!
As a certain point in my early Rosicrucian studies while doing a self-initiation at my home a Rosicrucian Master appeared in my living room and sat cross legged floating in the air for almost an hour before leaving. I walked completely around him and observed him from all directions. It was a powerful affirmation of my progress and studies at the time.
At the deathbed of my father-in-law his spirit tried to take possession of my own body. It was an extremely frightening experience as I was not expecting it at all. I contained his spirit and helped it pass into the light.
At the deathbed of my mother-in-law her spirit did take possession of the physical body of my wife and the only way I could drive it out was to pour my own energy into my wife until it was forced to leave. It was not compatible with my own energy and my wife was compatible with my energy. It did not want to leave. It affected my wife’s speech and her walk and my wife described the battle that was going on inside of her. She was very frightened.
At a house party with a friend we were sitting together enjoying the party when the fireplace suddenly flared up as if someone had poured gasoline on it and my friend suddenly went into convulsions. When I asked her what was wrong she said she felt like she was under water and drowning. She also felt like someone was trying to take over her body. I talked her through the experience and she was able to help that spirit into the light. Later we found out that 5 years previous to that a young boy had fallen through the ice nearby and drown. His body was not found until the next spring.
Often in ghostly encounters you will experience the manner of the death of the ghost. This happened to me when I was working with a young boy that was having issues at home and at school. When I astral projected to explore his situation I discovered that an entity had attached itself to him. When I forcibly removed the entity and tried absorbing it I re-experienced its own death. It was the ghost of the best friend of the boy I was working with. He had hung himself and his friend was the one who had found him. The ghost had attached itself to the boy and was still there several years later until I forcibly removed it. The point being I had to re-experience its death and it had been an accidental death where the boy had been playing the “auto-erotic game” which was popular with young kids at the time where they masturbate while being strangled or strangling themselves.
In trying to exorcise two Native American ghosts from the property of a friend I found myself at the etheric level in a ghostly landscape with barren trees and shrubs. I hid behind a shrub as one walked past me and the other rode a white horse past me. Neither one saw me. They were both looking straight ahead as if seeking something. The landscape was real and the atmosphere was very ghostly.
In my teenage years I fell in love with a girl who was an energy vampire. I had dreams about her and in one of those dreams as she walked by me she reached out and touched me at the base of my spine and I felt a tingle. When she broke up with me I lost twenty pounds in two weeks and could not get her out of my mind for over seven years. The turmoil contributed to a nervous breakdown at nineteen. Some twenty years later as I was working with the lower etheric energies and activating that energy body I discovered that vampiric attachment and broke it. She had been sucking my lower level energy for all those years and I didn’t even know it. The same day I broke the connection she was in a car accident. Not a coincidence. . .
I’ve made plenty of stupid mistakes over the years and for a while I would astrally project and check out other people that I was interested in for one reason or another. Although I meant no harm, my probe was a bit invasive and some people reacted very violently when they sensed my energy enter their aura. Others had no awareness of my probe at all.
I could go on and on with more examples but the point is that I have experienced these things and I function normally at the etheric level at will. These things exist and many other things that I haven’t mentioned. Now that the etheric energies have become the dominant energies we will be seeing things like this becoming the norm. . . Those living in their heads will be at a severe disadvantage!
For all practical purposes we are now living in a world in which the etheric energies are the dominant energies. What does that mean?
The etheric level is beneath the physical world and more foundational than the physical world. True magick happens in the etheric levels and we will begin to see A LOT OF PARANORMAL ACTIVITY.
The world around us is collectively created, but those that are able to manipulate the etheric levels will be able to constantly pull the rug out from under those who can’t. . . That means you are steadily plodding along toward your goal, doing all the right things and suddenly without warning someone else gets there first! That is unless you are functioning on the etheric as well.
You will see the etheric shaman giving something that extra bump that will tip the scales in their favor. . . Get used to it. The game has changed and magick is back with a vengeance! Etheric magick that is. . .
And etheric magick requires energy, lots and lots of energy! Lots and lots of low level energy! Where is it going to come from? While the Organic Gnostic knows how to tap into the Spiritual Light and transform it downward into etheric energy, most magickal practitioners will be using other energy sources and some of them will be very nasty!
We will be seeing a surge in occultism, energy vampires, drugs and mind control like never before. For every well intended occultist there will be two or three predators. . . feeding off the vital life force of their victims. There will be an increase in occult related violence.
The sheeple or ignorant masses will collectively follow the rules while those able to function on the etheric planes, both good and bad, will not follow the rules. They are the ones that will be creating their own individual lives within that collective reality.
So the message for this post is: prepare to not follow the rules! Rules will be put into place, that a fear based populace will blindly follow. . . are you going to follow those rules? These rules will become more and more restrictive and draconian. . .
Whether you are good or bad or somewhere in between the message is the same. . . following the rules is not the way to win this game! The dice are loaded and the game is not a fair one! The game is the enslavement of humanity. . . are you going to submit?
Over the past month I’ve had a series of visions/lucid dreams about some event that involves a lot of people. This is an event that in my vision or dream I am trying to prevent or mitigate in any way possible. In this series of dreams some type of event has been gradually forming and taking shape. Now whatever is coming seems to be set in stone and geographical or localized in nature. It won’t do much to describe my latest vision other than certain areas of the country were turned into hills of agate which pretty much means set in stone. . .
What I can say is that something is going to happen. I have no doubt at all about that. What is difficult is to determine just what and when it will happen. What follows is my best guess based upon these visions and lucid dreams and my past experiences with these type of things.
My best interpretation is that a massive power grid failure will strike certain areas and not others. It will effect communications and work related industries. This will probably be in the United States and will be severely affecting thousands of people over a period of perhaps three months.
I don’t sense death and destruction surrounding this as much as hardship. I don’t sense that this is man made so I suspect it will be triggered by a massive solar flare or natural event. I suspect it will involve large cities more than rural areas which will not be so strongly affected. It will not be easily dealt with and will probably happen before or around the spring equinox in March. It is imminent.
It would probably be a good idea to have some food on hand and not let your car’s gas tank get below half a tank. We are talking about a collectively created and chosen event that has taken its final form within the astral planes. The damage has been minimized as much as possible.
I wish I could tell you more. I do not channel information but I do function normally on the etheric planes and these dreams/visions are taking place on the etheric planes. They seem to happen within my dream environment but not directly affecting or impacting my own life other than my dream about my cell phone being broken. . . They are happening to other people.
Those in other areas of the world should pay attention to the energies and etheric activity in their own part of the world. Each population has collectively chosen its own particular challenges.
Gaia has ascended bringing all life forms with her and this is how each segment of the human race has collectively decided to come into alignment with these new energies. This is how we humans have chosen to deal with and adapt to these new energies and circumstances.
I do get tired of trying to say the same things in many different ways so I am going to finish up this topic without getting into the higher ascension bodies. . . It’s time to cut to the chase.
I’ve tried to show how three groups of souls populated 4D, the original human soul which evolved upon Gaia, the Reptilian Soul which evolved from the dinosaur age, and the Anunnaki soul which was connected to the higher levels but unable to integrate its shadow aspect. The Reptilian and the Anunnaki were extraterrestrial in origin and modified DNA to create what is now the human race. The DNA modifications allowed extraterrestrial souls to incarnate in physical human bodies and this happened at 4D.
It became possible for all kinds of souls to incarnate into physical human bodies and they were in high demand. There were not enough of them to go around. Why were physical human bodies so in demand?
Souls that existed only in non-physical astral bodies of noble gases were stuck. Soul growth and development in only a non-physical body was extremely slow and only took place over millions of years. A soul incarnate in a physical body could experience the soul growth and development of thousands of years in a single lifetime!
The Reptilian souls wanted to explore and gain control of the higher levels and the Anunnaki wanted to gain control of the lower etheric levels. While in physical bodies any soul could choose it’s line of development and personal growth. Any soul could choose to go toward the Spiritual Light or toward the Womb of Creation. Any soul could choose a mystical path or a magickal path. But only very few could choose both!
The end result was a confusion of original human souls, reptilian souls and Anunnaki souls which could be focused on good, evil or anywhere in between. The only thing that could be said for certain was that all paths led toward the individuation of the individual soul, no matter its origin. Any type of soul in any physical body could experience thousands of years of soul growth and development in a single lifetime or they could waste that lifetime. . .
The physical human body was used to create and empower the various astral and etheric bodies, but when those astral and etheric bodies were permanently activated the physical body was to be set aside as no longer needed. Various masters of all traditions were able to achieve this level of development and collectively formed The Great White Brotherhood of humanity. And this Great White Brotherhood of humanity existed, you guessed it, in 4D, the Upper Emotional Level of the Heart Chakra and of the conscience. In this Great White Brotherhood you can find souls of the original humans, souls of reptilians and souls of the Anunnaki and other extraterrestrial races. But they all incarnated in physical human bodies and used those bodies to become masters and guardians of the human race.
The Order of Melchizedek was only one of those orders, but perhaps the most ancient and most powerful. Every age and every chakra center had its own masters and mystery schools.
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