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Mati, Fire, Smoke, The Flame, Burn, Glow, Hot, Censer

Think of this as a political statement! This describes the type of society that I see our world turning into and I don’t like it! This is a story that I have translated for Der Orchideengarten #8. It might give some of you an insight into our current world and whether we choose to live in such a world.

The Head of the Condemned

From the story by Alexander Dumas (1802-1870) and retold by E. Boyer von Berghof (with four drawings by Paul Humpoletz)

Mr. Ledru drew from his memories:

It was in May 1793. A wonderful spring day, followed by an equally beautiful spring night, and I had been on a trip. I returned home late. The full moon bathed the streets of Paris in a pale light, the shadows cast by the streetlights trembled eerily. In the distance, fading away, like the howl of a hungry jackal, came the sound of a plaintive dog. Revolutionary enthusiasm asserted itself in the back-and-forth exchange of a few gun shots.

Then, cutting through the silence of Taranna Square, which I was slowly passing through, came the cry for help of a frightened woman. And walking more quickly towards Rue Tournon I noticed a woman who was resisting arrest by a patrol of Sansculottens. She had scarcely seen me when she turned towards me with folded and uplifted hands:

“Ah, Mr. Albert! There is a man I know, and he will certainly confirm that I am Solange, the daughter of mother Ledieu. Right?”

And in the same moment she had seized my right hand and feverishly clutched me. Hot fear trembled all over her body, which I felt through the coarse calico that defaced her figure. But her fingers were refined and soft.

“The daughter of mother Ledieu, so you say. You don’t have a citizen card, so march to the main guard post, my dear!”

Again, that desperate pressure on my arm. I understood.

“It is you, my poor Solange,” I said quickly, “what happened to you?”

“Now, do you see, gentlemen?” Her figure calmed itself.

“It seems to us that you could do better by saying citizen!”

“Excuse me, citizen Sergeant,” replied the young girl, “it’s not my fault, but that of my mother’s profession which has given me the bad manners of the noble pack, which we had to give up, but are not yet used to. But I want to break the habit, be more diligent.”

The ironic tone of her last words escaped the leader of the Sansculottes, who smelled strongly of brandy.

“I was carrying laundry for my mother, Mr. Albert.” She spoke to me bravely. “And I was late, so without thinking, I forgot my ID card at home.”

“Will you vouch for me, citizen . . . Albert?”

“Certainly! Is that enough?”

“No. Because first: who will vouch for you? Do you have an ID card, Sir?”

“Danton! Is that enough?”

“If Danton vouches for you, then that is enough. How and where will you get his testimony?”

“In the Cordeliers Club. Follow me there.”

And we went to the Rue de l ’Observance, in which the Cordeliers Club held its nightly meetings in an old Franciscan monastery. I quickly tore out a piece of paper from my pocket, took pen in hand and wrote a few words on it.

Danton, agitated by the debates at the meeting, worried about me and rushed from the hall.

“Yes, friend Ledru, and here you are, under suspicion of being a conspirator or even a royalist? No, no, brave citizens, I vouch for my friend here. It that good enough for you, citizen Sergeant?”

“It is good that you vouch for him. But for her too?”

The henchman’s stubbornness sounded clearly in his question.

“For her? Which one?”

“Here, this one here!”

“For him, for her, for everyone, that is around him!”

“I thank you citizen Danton and am happy to have seen you. Just continue as before with your work for the welfare of the people. The people will bless you!”

“The people . . . well yes! So be it. Your hand, good sergeant!”

“Long live Danton,” cried the patrol enthusiastically, before leaving.

I wanted to thank Danton, but he was urgently needed in the club and went back inside.

“Madam,” I spoke to the one who called herself Solange. Where may I now take you?”

“Where else but to mother Ledieu, Rue Ferou 24.”

We hardly spoke a word the entire way. A drunk moaned through Rue des Fossés, formerly Monsieur le Prince, and we took another way via Rue du Petit Lion. She skipped along next to me, and I found leisure to observe her. She had to be around 22 years old. A brunette with a peach complexion, expressive large eyes, a fine straight nose and a somewhat mocking mouth. Her feet and hands were like those of a queen. I understood how she would attract suspicion dressed as she was. As we reached number 24, she stopped, to say goodbye.

“Miss Solange, may I see you again?”

“What for and why?”

“Are you an aristocrat?”

“Not a trace. I told you, who I was. Solange Ledieu.”

“You are no more Solange Ledieu, than I am named Albert. Felix Ledru is my name . . . If you insist on not telling me your name fine. But it is really for your own good, that I asked for your name. What happened to you today, can happen to you tomorrow or next week with a worse outcome. I am not a spy for the police, I want to help you.”

“What kind of guarantee do I have that I can trust you?”

“Your own heart must tell you that.”

She looked at me searchingly for a while. Then she said, much more gently, almost humbly:

“I could use a friend like you pretend to be or want to become. But not for myself, for my father.”

“When can I see you again?”

“Tomorrow at this time, here on the street. As soon as I see you from the window, I’ll hurry down.”

“So, tomorrow around 10 o’clock. Solange.” —

The door fell shut, the key locked, I went on alone.

The next day I brought Solange an ID. That calmed her initial mistrust and she confided in me that she had spoken with her father. I shared with her how I thought he could be saved. He must get out of Paris, out of France, and travel to England. And she should follow him shortly. But there was no time to lose, because General Marceau, the person I had gone to for this favor, was departing for the Kleber army the next evening. He would take good care of the notorious outlaw. Solange decided to take me to him that same evening. First, she had me wait on the corner of the former Hotel Mậtignon and spoke again with her father alone. Then she picked me up. Opposite the Hotel Mortemart rose an inconspicuous house, whose door she opened with her little key. Carefully she once more locked the door and led me up to the second floor.

Both of our shadows fell on the narrow balustrade that ran around the building, encircling the courtyard. Like the tight outline of two lovers embracing each other, I thought. A tomcat sang his horrible love song. A man of about fifty in workman’s clothes welcomed me. But his manner of speaking told me immediately that he was foolishly dressed.

I told him everything, including that Marceau intended to take him along as his secretary. Yet he did not want to travel without his daughter. It was only after I told him how impossible it was for them both to travel together, that it would endanger both of their lives, that he finally gave in. I promised him that I would send Solange as quickly as possible. — On the next evening the stranger was happily traveling with Marceaus’ entourage. — — By the day after that we knew the father was out of all danger. Solange’s joy was indescribable. That evening she confessed her love for me. But this love was her downfall. Because instead of leaving, she stayed with me in Paris.

I found her a job as a substitute teacher in a girl’s school, so she would be safe from the revolutionary police that were searching for her. She herself moved into Rue Taranne, and every Sunday and Thursday the poor attic, with its four crooked walls hid an indescribably rich life of love and happiness.

Four months passed. I had surrendered myself to a very peculiar study. A study of the death of the murdered. But not out of an unnatural pleasure and sickness of my emotional life, but out of a sense of being humane. I imagined that if a person were to be murdered, it would be much better to be beheaded than to hang. Many who wanted to hang, were sentenced to beheading and described the sensation which they envisioned. They described it as a sudden shocking blow. Like a deeper sleep, without any pain. First there was a tugging and tearing through all the limbs, but only for a second. Then a blue flame flickered before the eyes and one fell asleep.

We were in the time of common executions. No one had any rule over the other, even Danton had to finally accept it. They guillotined 30-40 people a day, and the blood on the scaffold began to create an eerie puddle. A pond of gruesome color and import.

They dug a trench around the scaffold three feet deep and covered it with boards. That was necessary because once an 8 or 10 year old boy was climbing around and fell into the hideous pit.

I was continuing my propaganda work, that the abolition of the death penalty was necessary through the proof of the existence of life after the execution. Yes, I advanced my experiments by means of galvanism and electricity.

The government put the Clamart cemetery at my disposal and made available to me all the bodies and heads of the executed. I established a laboratory in a small chapel, in a corner of the cemetery. An electrical generator and four so-called laborers helped me with my horrifying work. Around five o’clock in the afternoon a new batch of corpses always arrived. The corpses lay, covered with raw burlap, on the filthy, blood stained and dripping red cart. The heads were placed together in a common sack. I usually took out one or two heads and as many bodies. I gave back the rest. My brothers assisted me in my research.

My love for Solange, to whom I had told nothing of my vocation, grew from day to day. She often received letters from her father who kept warning her to come to him in England. But out of love for me she kept putting off her departure day after day. I often thought of simply marrying her. But to do this she would need to reveal her real name and nothing, not even my scientific prestige could protect her from the Huguier-Tinville. So, I pushed off this marriage plan.

Then came the trial of Queen Marie Antoinette. It started on October 4th and on the 16th her head fell under the guillotine. The streets pulsed with feverish life. Once more the excitement grew in the bloodthirsty crowd by the hour. — I went to Solange around four o’clock in the afternoon, where I found her lost in tears. Even in me a boyhood memory came alive of when the Queen had spoken to me and given me a Louis d’or on a golden chain.

As always, we spent the night together. We stood at the window for a long time and I teased Solange that in her long light hair she looked like Saint Genofeva keeping watch over a hunger and doubt shaken Paris. Then I carried her to her bed and covered her wonderful well cared for, pure white body with a thousand kisses. A wave of light poured in from the moon and surrounded the head of my blessed slumbering lover with a gentle golden halo. But I could not sleep. Until around three o’clock in the morning a dog kept howling in mournful tones. Days later I learned that he belonged to a tenant that had been summoned to the security committee and had not returned.

The nights were already getting cold, so we left the windows closed. Towards morning Solange woke me up and told me that her father had appeared in a dream to help her to escape. He had come in through a bedroom window. Indeed, there was one window open, and a fresh morning breeze swept over Solange’s hot face. With consolations, implorations and protests the morning passed quickly. Solange did not want to abandon me in any way, yet her school started at nine o’clock, and she had already stayed home the day before, on the day of Antoinette’s execution, and she could not stay away from the school for any reason. I hailed a carriage and accompanied her to the corner of Rue des Fossés-St. Bernard. During the entire trip we held each other tightly, as if we were about to be separated forever. As I climbed down from the carriage and Solange continued on, I stood there firmly rooted. And suddenly the carriage stopped again. Solange sprang out and embraced me furiously. Then the loud clang from Saint Etienne struck nine o’clock. She hurried quickly back to the carriage; whose horses now took off at a quicker pace.

A letter from Solange the next day notified me that she and the head of the school had had a violent quarrel because of her absence and then being late. Sunday we would see each other again. I was really looking forward to it. I was still worried about her because she had written that her father’s last letter had been unsealed.

It was Friday, and I had just taken up a new work about Saint Germain, Cagliostro and Pythagoras and had buried myself so deeply in his lectures, that I forgot about the appointment with my brothers. I read about the old wisdom that death does not cancel life. Death only destroys the memories, nothing more. If only the memory was not destroyed, and every soul could recall their past memories from the beginning of the world until now. A certain inexplicable atavistic memory had been experienced by several people, but only the three named above had discovered the great secret, that their bodies had died several times before. It was already three o’clock when I stopped reading and quickly hurried to meet my brothers, but they were no longer there.

So, I went to the cemetery alone. An ugly October rain drew long cold streaks in the mist filled landscape. The town crier passed by in a tattered coat howling out the names of those sentenced to death from the list. Close behind him, invisible, walked death. When I got to Clamart it was almost night. One cloudy light flickered in the grave digger’s shed, overturned and still standing tombstones rose out of the twilight.  The wind rushed through the defoliated trees, like skeleton’s rattling together.

Countless mounds of newly disturbed earth displayed empty or occupied open graves, still uncovered. The bottom of one of these open pits was almost filled to the brim with water. Poor, cold and naked corpses were thrown into this dirty rainwater! I unlocked my laboratory. I struck a flint and lit a fire; the tinder had gotten wet and did not catch fire until the fifth or sixth try. The flicker of the candle ran along the wall, searching. The altar was stripped of all ornaments, the paintings cut and removed from their frames. In the place where earlier the tabernacle had stood, representing God and all of life, now lay exposed a skull with skin and hair, grinning into nothingness.

I sat down in my armchair, which one of the workers had brought, and pondered. I thought of the queen, whom they had only a few hours ago laid in her grave, of the woman, who had been so beautiful, so rich, so happy and like a common criminal had been led to the scaffold by an angry mob. And I thought of the gray sack, that now hid her head, and the soft, splendid linen, on which the blonde girl’s head had once rested in the national castle of Schӧnbrunn, and in the gilded state beds in Versailles, St. Cloud and the Tuileries, upon which the royal mother herself would have liked to slumber.

Outside the thunderstorm became very violent. The storm roared around the old chapel in powerful gales and the branch of an ash drummed on the roof. The ground trembled softly beneath the weight of a nearby passing vehicle. Oh, the red cart with Master Simson’s afternoon meat.

Two men, dripping wet dragged a sack in through the door.

“Good evening, Sir. Those beasts are almost stiff from the cold. Well, these are warmer. You won’t catch cold from them.”

Then they left without closing the door, through which the wind came in and swirled around my hat and coat. The flame of my light flickered up, flickered restlessly back and forth and threatened to go out completely.

I quickly closed the door again and picked up the sack. Outside the bride of the wind raged, and I heard the creaking graveyard trees giving the gruesome sighs of their death song and the whistling and groans of the wild hunt was in the air. Was it the gruesome concert of nature, or that I was alone in the chapel where I usually worked with my brothers, or was it the peculiar restlessness that I felt which had held me spellbound all day? For the first time in a long time, I was seized with a faint horror. And suddenly it seemed to me, as if I heard a weak voice plaintively call out the name “Albert”. I was startled and felt my hair stand on end and made an attempt to smooth it back down. Only one person in the world had ever called me that. I hesitated to untie the sack; but then it repeated again, only weaker and more pitifully:

“Albert!”

My right hand went quickly into the sack. And then it seemed to me as if lips that were still warm, pressed a kiss upon my hand. I was in that stage of horror, which overwhelms and kills us or gives the coward an unheard of feeling of courage and strength. I took the head and quickly put it on the table. But right away I frightened myself. Because I uttered a terrible scream, which shook the vault like a lament of the damned. — — — There was no doubt about it — it was Solange’s head.

I whimpered, I sobbed, I starred absent-mindedly in front of me for minutes without finding any pain-relieving tears. I raved and laughed, loud and shrill like a madman. Then I sat down, took the head, which was full of coagulating blood, kissed it on the mouth and repeated over and over again:

“Solange, Solange, Solange!”

And then I imagined, or did it really happen? That the eyes, which were half closed, opened a little and two tears fell before they closed again.

What happened to me after that, how the light suddenly went out, how I tried to flee, ran into the table, collapsed, fell and struck my head on the edge, and how I believed that the mouth of the guillotined head suddenly opened to my lips and I sensed a cold deathly kiss, as I lost all consciousness.

The next morning the grave diggers found me and slowly brought me back to life. —

Solange had indeed been arrested the same day that she had written to me and was sentenced and judged the next day. The head that had spoken to me, touched my hand and my lips, the eyes, which had looked at me and cried, were indeed Solange’s head, eyes and lips.

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Fantasy, Angel, Mystical, Wing, Magic, Mysterious

With Imbolc behind us we look to the coming of spring and the emergence of new life. This past full moon was a mile marker and a blessed one at that. The lower etheric realms are filled with activity and the vital life force is flowing abundantly. What I sense is that ascending humanity has paused to take root in the new soil of a new earth and none shall pass that would corrupt it! Those so anchored will not be moved by anything!

The etheric realms have been purged and cleansed. Make no mistake about this. All the evil and corruption has been uprooted and tossed into the sunlight to wither and die. The portal to the new Garden of Eden is guarded by angels and guardians of Gaia.

But the etheric planes lie beneath the physical and within the physical things are not as they appear. It is after the spring equinox that vital life force is pushed forth from the etheric planes into the physical as an outpouring of new life and rebirth.

We see the period between Imbolc and the spring equinox as that time when there is a competition and battle for this vital life force. One side will of necessity become fertilizer for the other as there is only space for one outcome, one harvest. One might think of this as there is only one timeline and which direction will humanity take upon this timeline, forward or backward? The path backwards has been blocked! Going forward is the only way possible!

This has now become a magickal process and an organic process. Gaia’s ascension is a full spectrum ascension that is well underway and the first element hydrogen has been completely locked in at it’s new frequency as the vibration and energy of Unity. For those that feel stability and peace it is because you are tapped into this powerful crown chakra energy and have followed it to its final manifestation in the etheric planes and to the Cosmic Womb of Life!

The fighting and power struggles that now occupy so many are dealing with duality and the archetypal black and white energies of helium. This is why society has become so polarized. But the duality of conflict, of good vs evil has been replaced with the duality of the masculine and feminine, the loving embrace of opposites . . . This has already happened in the etheric realms and that evolutionary fire down below is alchemically purifying the physical world causing it to boil and seethe. That which is destroyed needs to be destroyed and that which is needed cannot be destroyed even when attacked on all sides!

We are collectively going through a trial by fire and all negativities and toxins will be burned away until we rise like the phoenix out of the ashes of what once was. Those of the first wave have already passed through this process and act as place holders and way showers for the next wave. The first wave of humanity has truly ascended and the energy has moved on to the second wave. Well done!

Those that would enslave and disenfranchise the human race have been thrust into the 5th dimensional realms of the mind. They have lost any link to physical manifestation that they might once have had even if they believe otherwise. Stop paying attention to what is said and start focusing on what is actually being done. They are two conflicting views of reality! One is driven by the mind and wishful thinking and the other is driven by the etheric planes and the organic vital force of life itself! One is unnatural and the other is natural. Choose wisely!

That which is happening is being allowed to happen because it is the path of least harm to Gaia and to all living things upon Gaia, including the human race. So don’t be surprised when things don’t go in a straight line! Nature abhors straight lines!

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Fantasy, Landscape, Monument, Child, Girl, Statue, Sad

As I begin to explore this awareness shift to the etheric it appears that full blown Paganism is in the process of sweeping across Gaia with the awakening of the old Gods and Goddesses of which many of us are! The Akashic records and Womb of Creation have become energized with Gaia’s ascension and rebirth and as we find our way to the etheric levels it is only natural that those who exist on the etheric levels are finding their way to us as well. It is also natural for us to take up the mantles that many of us wore in past lives.

This hidden mystery was not easy to discover at all and it took several different resources and much intuitive thought to bring this information into awareness. The breakthrough finally came when I read the book “Initiation” by Jeffrey Prather. This book spoke of his spiritual journey with an Apache medicine man. He spoke of learning to see the spirit and vital life force of living things and of tapping into a lower energy point that allowed him and the Apache to perform almost impossible feats of physical endurance.

This coincided with the lower Tan Tien center of the Asian martial arts as the storage place if this vital life force energy as described by such masters as Mantak Chia who has had a tremendous influence on me and my working with tantric or sexual energies for the development of the soul.

I won’t specify other traditions that have similar teachings as this post would loose its focus other than to mention magickal traditions that include theurgy as a practice. Theurgy is the use of spiritual beings, gods and goddesses, to assist in the soul’s development so that awareness will continue to exist in a non-physical body after the death of the physical body.

This is drastically opposed to the magickal use of the lower levels for personal gain and power over others which always takes on a vampiric form stealing the vital life force of other living beings to maintain the etheric body of the practitioner.

Suddenly I was confronted with the reality of two vastly different types of beings that existed on the etheric planes. One were those mortal beings who had attained to the “physical immortal soul” and in essence became the gods and goddesses of antiquity. They taught a path of spiritual light as described by the Apache who greeted the sun each day at dawn and literally drew strength from it. As opposed to the Apache that vampirically drew vital life force from the torturing and fear of sacrificial victims. In the martial arts as well, Mantak Chia described how the masters drew cosmic energy from the very stars themselves to sustain their etheric bodies. He also explained how it was taught to draw energy from one’s surroundings, the trees and other living things. Even the storm or the earth itself.

This of course is quite similar to the Egyptian practice of greeting the sun each morning and the worship of the sun disk as Ra.

In fact, the great spiritual teachers of humanity required and fed upon the vital life force of their followers to sustain their own life and activity in a form of mutually agreed upon vampirism. Now with Gaia’s ascension and the permanent activation of the new etheric energies these “immortals” no longer need to rely upon followers, but can once more become free to live and act in our new multidimensional world.

The other type of being was the negative demonic type that really was a vampire and predator who stole the vital life force essence of others in order to maintain their own etheric body.

It becomes clear that now is our own chance to develop our own “immortal physical body” and join with our brothers and sisters as the Gods and Godesses that we are as well. It is time to realize and explore the Divinity that lies within each one of us and that is the power and strength behind our physical bodies.

As we flex and use these etheric abilities our physical world will magically respond! It must!

This vital life force energy is beginning to stir deep within us as we celebrate this full moon of Imbolc, which grants us a vision of the future awaiting us as the spring tide of this coming year advances. This awakening vital life force will explode in all its glory this coming spring as we begin to create our new lives based upon our etheric ties with Gaia and with each other.

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This is one of those videos that I simply needed to do, but don’t know how people will take it. As a Rosicrucian I’ve become accustomed to sending out a mental tap or link to check on others I might want to talk with. For example I might cast a feeler out toward a friend and sense whether it is a good time to talk or not. They can sense my contact and often call back in response. In like manner I can sense when someone is strongly thinking about me. I can literally feel the pressure of their thoughts. This is common and this is everyday. I don’t need to do a meditation for that. It is my normal. And if I want to send a short message or communication I simply do it by mentally reaching out to them.

On the surface this meditation does the same thing, but I sense there is an important difference. I sense that true telepathy and the possibility of true communications becomes possible at this etheric level for those that truly want to take the time to master it. Individual members of the circle seemed to be pretty excited about this meditation as well. I think it is possible to get very good at etheric level communications as we grow more accustomed to our new permanently activated etheric bodies. This includes the possibility of comprehensive etheric communication and sharing with each other in a totally new and deeper way. It also involves the possibility of connecting and communicating with those who have passed on.

This is one of the ways that members of the Order can strengthen the bonds between other members and that is both important and significant. This is especially true as we face censorship in so many ways in the physical world. It is important to find alternative ways to communicate and share with others. Ways that we can trust.

I would also like to point out that while many people are channeling information from various sources I am actually offering ways you can experience and test your new abilities and gifts first hand as you develop and strengthen the powers of your soul through portal working.

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Winter, Forest, Snow, Cold, Nature, Landscape, Figure

We made it to 2021! What a relief and how exciting to look forward to this next phase as it begins to unfold. Apparently my employer wants me to still work into the 3rd week of January so my retirement is still out there, but will be happening. In the meantime I am still in the process of activating some major shifts in my life and my awareness.

The most prominent and significant is the massive shift to a focus on etheric energy and the etheric levels and personal empowerment on those levels and their integration with our physical bodies. I’ve seen Gaia’s ascension move from crown chakra energies to heart chakra energies and now finally to root chakra energies. This is the true beginning of the new cycle and our new earth!

Now we need to deal with that no man’s land between the heart chakra energies and the root chakra energies and that is all about emotion folks! If nothing else expect 2021 to be emotional, very emotional! This is why I am working with astral projection and pathworking to help integrate my own psyche within all these levels in an understandable way. This means to specifically focus on the etheric/physical link and the process of physical rejuvenation and regeneration of the physical body through our own DNA modifications that will advance the healing process and lead to longer and more productive lives.

The information that is beginning to come through is very surprising and turns commonly recognized knowledge on it’s head. I will be sharing more of this as time goes on but for starters it seems that the seat or core of the soul resides in crystalline(noble gas) form at what we have come to call the Akashic Records. This is safely ensconced in Gaia’s core. That crystalline (noble gas) core generates our etheric body created from the outer electron ring of atomic elements. SOURCE of our life and awareness is linked to that final element 118 which is a noble gas and is also called the Womb of Creation because all other elements are contained within it.

There is a powerful attraction between the Womb of Creation and the photon state of Spiritual Light which is SOURCE in its masculine manifestation. At the etheric level this is seen as the attraction of the Milky Way galaxy and the stars as we embrace their life giving light.

Our etheric body has an entire realm in which it operates which includes the Akashic records, the realm of elemental life forms, reptilian life/vampiric life, ghosts and hauntings, Garden of the Moon, the realm of fairie and magic, and the Temple of the Moon to name just a few. I’m still sorting all of this out.

The etheric body in turn generates the physical body which generates the lower emotional body which generates the upper emotional body which generates the concrete mental body which generates the abstract mental body which generates the concrete spiritual body which generates the abstract spiritual body which has access to the monad or SOURCE in its masculine aspect as spiritual light.

The entire chain is like those Russian dolls that fit inside each other and each particular body has its own individual awareness and its own world or reality in which it exists. We may or may not be consciously aware of them. To us they may exist as our Higher Selves or our Shadow.

From our perspective physical life is the weak link in the chain because at the death of the physical body the chain is broken and a portion of our soul may return to the etheric realms as a ghost or lost soul? While the others begin to rise toward SOURCE as photon or spiritual light and stabalize somewhere upon the ladder, only to gradually rise and ultimately fade away as it returns to SOURCE or decides to be reborn into a physical body and seeks SOURCE as the Womb of Creation to establish the link of life once more.

Theoretically by strengthening and working with our etheric bodies we can heal and maintain our physical bodies through that connection with the Womb of Creation. Then there would be no need for illness or death. Remember the physical body is simply a projection of the etheric body. By opening blocked energetic circuits we can restore the energy dynamics we enjoyed as children. This is magic in its true form and the original blueprint of life as first intended!

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Fantasy, Eyes, Forest, Aesthetic, Face, Portrait

Merry Christmas everyone! I’ve been spending this Christmas alone and that’s why I’ve put out so many posts. But this morning I realized something about Gaia’s ascension that I felt I really needed to share. After the massive shift on the solstice Gaia has become SOURCE! Her own connection to the spiritual light has been activated and she no longer depends upon us as she did before. She now stands on her own and radiates full spectrum energy as the Logos which she has become.

What Gaia now represents is the Higher Octave of SOURCE energy! For a long time now I’ve known that she would have her own connection to SOURCE but I never realized that she would become SOURCE! In the old eon SOURCE was represented as spiritual light and Unity. Meaning all things would one day return to the light and return to SOURCE.

But Gaia’s ascension has totally given us a new and higher understanding of Unity and of SOURCE. The new understanding of Unity is the Unity of all life in a balanced circle of life where all living things exist in harmony with each contributing something that is needed. It is Life itself that has become sacred and that is the power of the Goddess! The lowest etheric planes have become the living womb that bestows vital life force and healing to all living things. Gaia now offers full spectrum vital life force to all living beings!

The spiritual light of the old SOURCE energy does not offer vital life force energy! The spiritual light of the old SOURCE did not allow the ascension of entire planets and the life forms upon them, only of individual species while the once living planets were destroyed! Gaia has done something that has never been done before. She has taken Unity of life and living things to an entirely higher octave and a quantum leap! This is something that our space brothers and sisters have yet to learn… they continue to remain almost exclusively interested in only humanities ascension…

Things energetically switched at the solstice and Gaia is now the true SOURCE of all life upon her and each new age always begins with the activation of the lowest etheric and root chakra levels of vital life force.

We have seen the switch from crown chakra activations to heart centered activations and now we are seeing the switch to vital life force activation through our newly activated etheric bodies. Now we need to learn how to tap into these new SOURCE energies!

In the meantime there are those who will continue to consider the spiritual light as SOURCE and be polarized in the wrong direction! Those are the ones that will be heading into the head tripping realms and not have the ability of experiencing full spectrum ascension.

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Goddess, Forest Goddess, Fantasy, Gothic, Dark

I would like to clarify some things about Gaia’s ascension and what has just happened. There have been several factions each working to assist or prevent Gaia’s ascension and the positive timeline which has just stabilized and anchored permanently.

First and foremost I want to mention those like myself who supported Gaia’s full spectrum ascension in which all life forms have been carried to a new energetic level where a new Garden of Eden can be created as Gaia purifies and casts off the damage she has endured over the eons. These people have worked with open crown chakras bringing down the spiritual light of Source and anchoring it deep within Gaia’s core. This has involved the personal journey of confronting and integrating one’s own shadow aspect to allow the two way alternating current that blends both male and female into one vital life force.

Collectively we all share a deep energetic to Gaia and I call this group the new elves because we are evolving into something that is not completely human any more. What we have become is more magical and more linked to nature and Gaia than ever before possible.

Our war has been to free the lower etheric and astral layers of the toxic negativity and corruption that has twisted the life force on this planet so that all of life can live as originally intended. Those that would have enslaved the human race, those powers that were, desperately tried keeping the lower levels for themselves so that they could remain in power. These dark ones have been energetically removed to a quarantined 5th density (mental energy) location within the astral forming a second ascension location that is also a part of Gaia who has now become a multiverse rather than a planet. (more on this in later posts)

There were also galactic lightworkers and star seeds who assisted in bringing Gaia’s vibrations to ascension level by incarnating here in physical bodies. With Gaia’s ascension complete these space brothers and sisters have the option of entering this new cycle of existence as New Humans or returning to their homes in 5th density (mental energy) and higher locations. If they choose to experience full spectrum life here on Gaia in physical bodies they will need to develop and integrate their lower level aspects which are missing. They don’t yet have the complete Gaia DNA. It will take the entire new cycle for them to develop these abilities and integrate them.

The Bible tells of when Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden and every stone of the earth was turned against them. That is what humanity has struggled against on this long journey to ascension. That is the journey that awaits our space brothers and star seeds if they choose to remain on Gaia and become the New Humans. It will not be easy for them, but it will be as wonderous in all ways as physical life has been for us as we have evolved through lifetime after lifetime, perhaps even more so as they will be standing upon our shoulders.

Our space brothers and sisters, fellow lightworkers, will also be affected by Gaia’s ascension because they will have taken on an energetic connection to these lower etheric energies as well and will find themselves needing to deal with some type of physicality, even if it is only elemental.

There has been a lot of confusion about Gaia’s ascension and I hope this will clarify some of it. Those quarantined in the 5th density (mental energy) location will be given the immense task of creating a new earth for themselves from scratch, just like the original fallen angels (ourselves) have done. In due time their creation will once more merge with ours, but that is a long way off!

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Goddess, Mother Of Nature, Sunset, Walking, Fantasy

The massive global solstice meditation reached a critical mass permanently anchoring the positive timeline for Gaia and humanities future. In my minds eye I still sense the powers of darkness sealed off from the lower astral and etheric levels. They remain safely sealed off in 5th density in a place of mental energies (5th density = mental energies) and can no longer affect Gaia’s full spectrum ascension. This is further confirmation that the new energy dynamics are fully in place and functional like I’ve mentioned previously. What does that really mean? It means the machinations of those that would enslave the world’s population will remain in the mental levels and not physically manifest. You will begin to see a lot of cognitive dissidence.

But to speak plainly, those of us who have worked at integrating our shadow aspects and transmuting the dark and toxic energies in our world will now have some relief and even experience the energies of the Christmas Miracle as things begin to turn around. The new energies work with alternating current, not the direct current of the old energetic system/egregore. The new energies are the incoming root chakra energies of the life force itself.

Those still stuck in duality and polarity will experience the dark side of their own actions as what actually exists shatters their artificial reality. The self destructive activities will continue to play out as self destructive without causing harm to those immune to them. So don’t be drawn in to drama as it is self destructive with only one resolution; to be expelled from this existence!

In summary, those of us in the first ascension wave have now permanently activated our etheric bodies and can begin the process of learning how to use them. This includes how to use the etheric body for the rejuvenation and healing of the physical body through DNA upgrades.

I’ve personally started a program to do this for myself and will share more of it in the coming weeks. I’ve found some very potent but simple exercises for my hips and pelvis that can be done while sitting in a chair. I hope to add other very specific and powerful techniques as I get toughened in. Remember this, if you don’t use it you will lose it! That is something I’ve forgotten over the years and this physical rejuvenation is an important part of the ascension process going forward.

In the process of developing and strengthening the etheric body I’ve also began some pathworking meditations. This first one has been extremely powerful and effective in coordinating my etheric body for work on the etheric and astral planes. It is time for creative empowerment! I will try to post a link for the first meditation this coming week but I need to set it up as a podcast. It is 1 hour, 20 minutes long and I have no other way to make it available for others. The file is too large to upload as a Vimeo video for example. So I need to get an account to host podcasts and then post it here. I have listened to it three times now and plan to listen to it ten times myself to get the maximum effect! I feel it is that powerful!

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Here is a fun and fascinating look at a quick and effective way to determine ballot fraud according to scientific method without lots of computer code. Basically everyone is so confused by the technical jargon that they are not asking for the simple solutions that are available.

I learned a lot from this short video and recommend it to anyone that might be interested in this subject. So much information is now coming out that it is only a matter of days until there is a breakthrough moment, if it hasn’t happened already…

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The Supreme Court threw out the Texas case like it was a hot potato! Chuckle. So what happens next? I am starting to believe the Supreme Court is very reluctant to deal with anything about the election but we shall see as there are still a few cases moving forward including one by Lin Wood.

In this world of smoke and mirrors and who knows what to believe any more I have arrived at my personal threshold. It involves the old Rosicrucian teaching about the difference between realities and actualities. Realities are what we believe to be true and actualities are the way things really are… The rub is that we always act upon what we believe is reality and not upon what actually exists. Of course the results we get in return are based upon what actually exists!

If this turns violent, if the insurrection act is implemented and martial law is imposed I will continue to believe that the election was stolen because people are not willing to die for something that is a make believe fairy tale. If people are willing to die then there must be truth behind it… and that truth will come out eventually!

If it gradually goes away with quiet rumbles I will consider that it is all politics. I have better things to do. But I will continue to be suspicious of motives that deliberately appear to go against our God given right of free will and our individual freedoms. In the meantime there are mass meditations for Gaia’s ascension and humanities ascension and the incoming energies of the New Year that will peak on the winter solstice! Pray for peace and the Christmas Miracle!

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