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Halloween, Holidays, Mystery, Fairy Tale, Moon, Crow

As many of you know I celebrate Samhain or Halloween as the 2nd full moon after the autumn equinox. I celebrate this as a lunar festival when the veil is thinnest between the worlds and that is during the full moon. This year it is very late and occurs on the 19th of November. So the harvest continues till quite late in the year. The lunar and solar cycles are not coinciding very well this year and you can consider it an orb of influence that will last from 30 October to 19 November.

I’ve just finished a very intensive deep dive into the origins of the proto-Indo-European Pontic Steppe nomads that roamed the Pontic Steppe living in wagons and herding their cattle on horseback. These were my ancestors, Haplogroup G that clustered around the Caucasus mountains and Pontic Steppe in neolithic times, 3,000 BCE and even much earlier. So I’ve been getting in touch with my most ancient roots!

I’ve also just finished a deep dive into the origins of the Druid culture that also was related with my ancestors that somehow managed to get from the Pontic Steppe to Ireland around 3,000 BCE bringing the hospitality concept with them. The hospitality concept is that of the warrior nobility protecting the common population in exchange for tribute. The Druid culture seems to have arisen in support of this sacred obligation. So I followed that to the point of the collapse of the Druid culture in 472 CE and the massacre of the Long Knives at Stonehenge during the sacred Beltaine festival. You can read about some of this on my other blog OAK Inner Circle.

There was a third research that I have concluded at the same time. I recently completed reading “Suggestive Inquiry Into The Hermetic Mystery” by Mary Anne Atwood. This was a classic text that collected almost all the known works on alchemy and sorted them out. Those that have followed me for several years know that I have traveled a tantric path that has sequentially permanently developed and activated my various non-physical bodies from the top down. This has taken over twenty five years but it has completed itself. My research is about others that have followed a similar path.

I can say with absolute conviction that hermetic alchemy in Mary Anne Atwood’s book describes the exact same path that I followed as does that described by Mantak Chia, Julius Evola and Aleister Crowley. Of course the terms and concepts are cryptic, but the sense of repeated purifications to achieve a purified soul body or immortal physical body are all talking about the same thing!

This alchemical path has been known by the ancients for thousands of years and hundreds of masters have traveled it!

But there is one difference in that most of these people have developed their soul bodies from the bottom up and not from the top down! That is the only difference that I can see. Life was much more difficult for people in the ancient world before reading and writing was discovered and they developed the lower nonphysical bodies out of survival needs. The root chakra was strong because it needed to be! They had difficulty with the higher levels.

But we today live in our heads and it is the lower levels that we have trouble with! So we need to reclaim our magickal link to Gaia, mother earth, and the Womb of Creation. Normal conscious awareness needs to be integrated with our etheric body. Doing this requires the activation and integration of the Shadow Aspect! It is not pleasant!

In any case I am moving on to my translation projects. I’ve reached a good point of closure with the above subjects for now. Those that are interested will know what to do. I’ve given more than enough clues in my numerous posts over the years. Those that don’t get it never will! I just want to say that I’ve proven to my own satisfaction that this same path has been followed by thousands over the ages! There is nothing new about it!

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Guns, Bullets, Weapons, Cartridges, Armament, Army

Astral combat takes place at a specific location within the astral planes and it represents a weak or vulnerable spot in your aura. Astral combat is all about energy and at first you will not have much energy, perhaps barely enough to maintain your astral body intact. So in a way you are fighting for your life! At least your life in that astral body!

Astral bodies require a lot of energy to maintain and permanently activated astral bodies will automatically pull and draw the energy they need from open energy centers as well as from the physical body. The lower the astral body the more energy required to keep it viable.

Astral combat automatically strips both combatants of available energy at that specific location in a form of mutual destruction. So each combatant needs to draw more energy for the conflict itself from other energy centers, cosmic power sources or the physical body itself.

I’ll give a few examples:

You and your opponent are both naked and in hand to hand combat with knives. You are both fighting for the lives of those particular astral bodies.

You have a weapon like a gun but it won’t fire. That’s because its energy has already been used up. That you still have a gun even though it won’t work suggests that there has been a draw and no clear winner or that you have just barely won.

You fire two or three times and keep missing the target or only hit the target on the last try. This means that your opponent is successfully blocking you even though you are stronger energetically than they are. If you do manage to hit the target after several tries of course you have won the exchange.

Your opponent fires several times at you and you absorb the impact of the bullets and heal yourself. This is when you are so powerful at that particular level of the astral that you don’t even need to protect yourself. The fact that your opponent can fire several times at you suggests that they are quite powerful as well. But they are not powerful enough to change the outcome of the battle.

These are all situations that I have found myself in over the years. I’ve even had a bazooka as a weapon a few times! Its always the same. There is mutual destruction of the energy of both sides until only one is left.

There is one other form of astral combat that is worth mentioning. This was after I had tamed my “alligator puppy” and was using it to defend myself. Someone asked me for help and protection. They had gotten on the wrong side of a Voodoo Highpriestess from New Orleans and was being attacked. I stepped in like an idiot and was immediately under attack as well and I sicced my “alligator puppy” on them to protect me. All that was left was a quivering stump coming out of the ground. My “alligator puppy” had completely severed my attacker’s connection to the earth and destroyed it.

Magick circles, power objects and spells have nothing at all to do with this level of astral combat. What I’m talking about is pure power and no tricks. There are lots of magickally powerful people out there and you don’t want to mess with them. This is a rough and tumble group of people that is an elite society in itself. I’m proud to be a member but there is no leader.

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Landscape, Reflection, Lake, Mountains, Dusk, Full Moon

Between the summer solstice and the fall equinox this year we have three full moons! [what I mean is three complete lunar cycles as there will be four full moons] This is unusual and powerful! What it means is more bang for the buck! There is going to be a tremendous harvest this year! And I say that with a grain of salt because where I live we are suffering the driest summer that I can remember! A person just told me yesterday that the headwaters of the MIssissippi river have run dry! Too much sun, too much solar energy!

Things are burning up and not only lawns. There will be lots of crop failures for the small farmers that don’t water their fields. So what kind of harvest will they have? We have only had two real rain showers since spring. All the small ones have gone past us to the north or the south. I take Valentine to the dog park and she plays in clouds of dust!

We are accustomed to thinking of harvest in good terms, but there is a poor harvest as well and for many this will be a poor harvest of tremendous implications. What I sense is that this is the make or break point in what we have all been going through these past years.

For those of us that have been working on ourselves this can be an incredible time to get ahead. Things will just fall into place to support us. Let me give some examples out of my own life. Last spring I was drawn to find some type of social media site to join and I found Pagan Space . I am enjoying my time there and once more I have been posting my Organic Gnosticism material there in the hopes of gaining readers. But a couple days ago I was prompted to check out ecourses and discovered Thinkific as a platform that offered to host online course creation and it has always been a dream of mine to create a mystery school out of the material I’ve gathered over the years. They offered a limited free program and I started messing around with it. I really liked it. Then I felt prompted to settle Annie’s bank account. Annie passed away a little over a year ago and I was the only one that could close out her account and as her spouse inherit what she had left. It wasn’t a lot, but it was some and I suddenly felt very clearly that she wanted me to use it to create that online mystery school that we both had always dreamed of. There was enough there to create a mystery school online and keep it going for four years at which time it would need to be generating its own income.

So I jumped off the cliff and committed myself to creating and offering Organic Gnosticism as an online mystery school. I’ve completed the first module and am working on the second. I will probably go public with free enrollment in a month just before the next full moon! The course will go public and I will continue to create modules to keep ahead of everyone but only one module will be available per week. This is called the “drip method” of offering online classes in which only a few lessons at a time can be accessed.

Production of Der Orchideengarten will continue and some translation projects that I’ve completed for Sidereal Press are due to come out soon I hope. I’ve got to finish translating a story for an anthology that another publisher wanted to put out and which I promised to have ready. So in many ways it seems that my harvest is going to be a pretty good one. That is how things are stacking up right now. I will let everyone know more about my online mystery school when I get more modules finished. I already have most of the material and only need to polish it up a bit. I will be offering this course for free at least for a couple years to encourage more people to try it out. I hope you might be interested as well. I’ve posted most of my stuff on this blog over the years but it is not organized or easily available and doesn’t come with instructions. This course will be offering all of that and more!

Getting back to the three full moons, I sense that Organic Gnostics will benefit the most from this harvest. It will be pretty clear who benefits and who doesn’t. My advice is to look forward to opportunities and if they seem right follow up on them. Take that risk. This is a time of change!

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Ghost, Spectrum, Spirit, Priestess, Maga, Forest

What I’ve learned so far! My latest adventures with the OBOD and Aurum Solis have had some interesting side effects that have also helped clarify and crystalize things on my own personal path. So what I would like to share is that the most important things a person can do to advance their own personal journey are these things:

Any portal meditation works to connect you to the two ultimate power sources, the Spiritual Light and The Cosmic Womb of Creation. When you connect to these two powers you can begin to channel energy instead of generating it with your physical body! As you open up more energy channels and eliminate toxins and repressed energies this tends to feed upon itself and allow you to make even more progress! The tapping into these two cosmic power sources has traditionally been called high magick because it is far more powerful than being limited to the energies produced by the physical body itself.

The portal meditations are conducted as if you are part of a group and other members are there with you as you assist them and they assist you in the opening and blending of each chakra energy! This collective working of the portal meditations allows each member to be in effect soulmates to the other members of the circle. This means you don’t need to wait to find that special person whose energy harmonizes with your own. The energy of each member of the circle harmonizes with the energies of every other member. Group work becomes much more powerful and effective than solo practice in the tapping in to the two cosmic power sources and the awakening of each individual chakra.

Each individual chakra needs to be fully activated and each individual astral body needs to be permanently activated as quickly as possible. Again, the group portal meditations work to do this in a collective manner and may also lead to the permanent activation of each individual energy body. These things are the first phase that needs to be completed before moving to the second phase.

The second phase is the one that I am working on right now. I am working daily with the full chakra activation meditation which allows me to shift my awareness from one energy body to another and smooth out any wrinkles or vulnerable spots. The final goal is to totally merge all seven energy bodies into one completely integrated soul body! This work consists of healing individual levels and balancing them, sending energy out for any magickal purpose and whatever you choose to do or explore.

Working from this integrated soul body is like being surrounded by a magickal mist in which you can find or create or heal anything that you focus your attention on! The ultimate goal is to have your awareness permanently exist at this level. That means smoothing out all the wrinkles in the various levels and making the energetic contacts between the two cosmic power sources as clean and pure as possible!

So in summary I would suggest any beginner to start with a portal meditation until they are very comfortable with it. Then attempt the advanced chakra activation meditation. These two meditations are all a person requires to completely integrate and empower their soul body. All the rest is perhaps nice to know, but not needed.

I intend to be working with the advanced chakra activation meditation for a long time because it is so powerful. Right now I need to do it just after I wake up in the morning before I eat anything. Otherwise I tend to blank out or slip away to something else and loose my focus on the meditation. So this is definitely a difficult meditation to perform correctly.

In a way these two meditations summarize my entire life’s work! This is probably the ultimate simplification of the completion of the magickal and mystical paths! I don’t think they can be simplified down any more than this!

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Couple, Romantic, Galaxy, Stars, Universe, Love

This is a post that I have avoided writing for a long time. One of the reasons is that the entire subject is bitter-sweet and difficult to write about. But we are at an evolutionary stage where these things need to be openly known and talked about. What I am about to share comes from painful personal experience that is backed up by others.

The closest you, I or anyone can come to becoming one with God, Goddess or Divinity is to join with our Divine Counterpart in any way at all. Our Divine Counterpart is everything that we are not and at the same time everything that we long for. Any truly mystical, spiritual experience and powerful experience is powered by the powerful attraction that pulls Divine Counterparts toward each other.

A Divine Counterpart relationship is defined by the extraordinary power it generates between the two Divine Counterparts. There is simply nothing like it! Once two Divine Counterparts find each other the energy they share will rapidly increase to the point where an exact duplicate of each permanently lives in the other’s heart like a massive yin-yang symbol and then in a process of cell division what has become one will divide to once more become two with the seed of each within it. The relationship will go chaotic and make a quantum leap to a higher type of Divine Counterpart relationship. Our physical bodies are too limited to contain these unlimited relationships! We are so much more than physical bodies. In biblical terms a new heaven and a new earth will be created.

The world we live in, the world we find ourselves in, is literally the body of our Divine Counterpart. A single human body can never contain the soul of our Divine Counterpart. We have slowly and gradually evolved through all the plant and animal kingdoms and so has our Divine Counterpart. Thus we each have created our own separate worlds out of our own experience. Each merging with our Divine Counterpart happens at the end of a Great Cycle and the process of Uniting and then the cell division creates new worlds for each of us. As we explore these new worlds we are exploring aspects of our Divine Counterpart that we never experienced before. At the same time we carry a copy of our Divine Counterpart within our hearts. We call this the Christ Spirit even though it is really our Divine Counterpart who never leaves us.

We are drawn to Soulmates because our Divine Counterpart sends them to us as intermediaries. The Divine Counterpart relationship is essentially that of matter/anti-matter and so volatile that the true union of Divine Counterparts on every level would result in the end of everything, would result in everything being reduced to the photon state. There would be no existence. Soulmates are the way our Divine Counterparts can gradually share in our life experience through intermediaries.

Soulmates are souls that are on the same frequencies and we all have several potential soulmates to help us get through life and to help us develop our souls and empower them. The portal meditations that I have given link members of the Order at the energetic chakra levels and make them soulmates of each other. That is why we help each other out in those meditations. Each member of the Order is a soulmate and part of a soul group.

The ancient story of the fallen angels is a distortion of the Divine Counterpart mythos. There must always be a “fall” and there must always be a “return”. One angel will choose Gaia and all life upon her as sacred and become the guardian of all life. The other angel will choose to make the human race more godlike and give birth to a new race of humans. This superior race of humans will be created through bloodlines and selective breeding. Sound familiar?

So Divine Counterparts always eventually find themselves on opposite sides working for opposite goals which they both strongly believe in. But they always long for those rare moments at the end of Great Cycles when they can be together at last, those times when they are on the same side! Especially because they know it can never last! But they will always carry each other in their hearts and will always recognize each other when they meet.

So there are and always will be two sides in apparent eternal conflict. Soulmates act as bridges between these two forces. Soulmate cycles create permanently activated astral bodies by giving “birth” to them and giving “birth” to new timelines. Then having done their work, they tend to move on in different directions. In this manner we are all “teachers” of each other. Love relationships help each of us to develop our souls as we share and support one another. No one will walk the same path as another, but we will all share parts of our path with others at some point. We welcome each other into our lives and release them when the time is up. . .

Anything else is pure vampirism. . .

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Manipulation, Digital Art, Fantasy Art, Photoshop, Art

As I settle into New Gaia I find myself becoming more radical in some ways. With Gaia’s ascension we all fall into three groups, one group of souls will be expelled with the death of the physical body, Social Enforcers (Galactic Federation) and end up in 5th density (mental energy). One group (Rational Atheists) will reincarnate as the New Humans allowed to live upon Gaia but expelled from the Garden of Eden. (Orion Group) And the third group (Organic Gnostics) will be living multi-dimensionally a full spectrum existence as the New Elves. (A Gaia oriented and magickal new race in deep contact with Gaia) This will happen as we drop our current physical bodies and function in our etheric bodies that potentially can exist in all levels of the energetic spectrum including the physical. The etheric levels are below the physical but include the physical.

Traditionally dropping our current physical bodies is called passing over or “crossing the river Styx”. We have all ascended as far as we are going to, all three groups. Gaia is now BOSS and in control of all things that happen 4th density and below. She will ensure the sacredness and survival of all life upon her surface. That requires a balance of the circle of life/eco system. Humanity no longer has a say in this. Things are happening upon the etheric levels, not the higher levels. The beginning of a new cycle always begins at the lowest levels. This is the level of the root chakra and pure vital life energies of survival itself. The things that happen in our world from this point on are going to be about survival! The survival of all life, and humanity is no longer special! There is a level playing field and every species needs to learn how to co-exist with all the other life forms in a cooperative UNITY! This has never happened before and is the nature of the “New Game” that has been created.

Previous to this all ascending species did so at the expense of their home planet. They ascended but all life on their planet died. That is why you can essentially call our space brothers and sisters “ghosts” who are irresistibly attracted to our planet which is teeming with life. Ghosts are attracted to the living!

This is the first time an entire planet with all of its life has ascended and it changes everything! This has never been done before and it required all life upon Gaia to each play their own part; and collectively we did! This was never just about the human race. It was about all life and the New Elves are the only ones who really get that! Everyone else is about “The Human Race, The Human Race”. We are no longer interested in that Hierarchial game. All of life is sacred. Every species is sacred.

So everything is now set in place and active. The gridlock within the human race is there for a reason. Those who currently pollute the human race are old and will soon be crossing the river Styx. The power structure of our current world is a geriatric power structure of old people trying to hold onto power as they slowly die. As they slowly become extinct. As one by one they all cross that great river, and it will all happen within a life time!

So, which group do you belong to? This blog is for those New Elves that are creating a new Garden of Eden upon Gaia. There will be no space brothers and sisters in it. They are forbidden. I am no longer going to waste time on them, and no longer going to waste time on the New Humans. We Organic Gnostics have already walked that soul path and graduated. We have integrated our Lower and Higher Selves and exist within the two way current that flows between SOURCE and Gaia.

My blog posts are going to focus on Organic Gnostics and how we can live in this new world as those who have polluted it grow old and cross the river Styx. I’m almost 64 (in April) but my etheric (and all other energy bodies) body is strong and permanently activated. All that is left is the dropping of this old physical body (or perhaps I will be one of the few who can rejuvenate it?) and crossing that great river. Talk about a great adventure!

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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:


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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Celtic Woman, Female, Young, Pagan, Witch, Medieval

I had a very interesting dream last night/this morning in which I was rummaging around in a plateful of pocket change for some used blades for a safety razor. Now the Gillette safety razor was invented in 1903 and has been around since then. But although available I have never really used them. When I shaved I always used those throwaway razors and I’ve had a beard since I got out of the military in 1991. This was definitely something out of the past, perhaps even a past life. But it seemed very vivid and real.

I am surrounded by ghosts of the past because I translate German stories from 1890-1930 which is a very interesting type of literature. Most people don’t know it but pre-WWI Germany experienced a New Age revolution quite similar to what we are experiencing now. It was a time of scientific marvels, new technology and the mixing of eastern spirituality with western thought. That is why it has always been so fascinating for me. It was a very spiritual time with a great hope for humanity until it all came crashing down with the advent of WWI and its horrors. WWI was a war which should never have happened… It was deliberately triggered by the powers of darkness, the elite, for their own empowerment and profit.

Now for us living in the present the past lies within both the Akashic records and within the etheric planes. If we can change things within the Akashic records or within the etheric planes we automatically change our present moment and the current timeline in which we live. That is what so called time travel is all about! This is also what translating these old stories is about!

In these old science-fiction/ fantasy/horror stories there is a sense of vitality, adventure, self-empowerment, love of life and belief in the human race and a sense of wonder that is completely missing in today’s literature. It is truly refreshing and the main reason why I love translating these old stories. Many are electric and vibrant with this depth of life experience and emotional content in a healthy and human way. They contain a love of life and of living that we don’t have in today’s world, but which we desperately need.

The more we can mine the past for these healthy things the more healthy our present becomes. We have the ability to change the past and rewrite it!

But the dark side is also rewriting the past in a darker way and in doing that they are able to change the present moment and the current timelines and this is in effect why timelines keep seeming to collapse at the last moment before physically manifesting. Things are being rewritten in the Akashic records and within the etheric planes. So we might say the war has been fought and won in the future, but that future never seems to get here!

This is why I have begun focusing on the etheric planes and how important portal working really is. In a multi-dimensional world each individual must clean up their own past and future to have the life they want in the present moment! Full spectrum ascension is a reality and if you are not able to exist and create in a full spectrum reality you are trapped in a world that is constantly being recreated by those who can.

Recently I’ve sensed a regeneration on the physical level taking place as my physical body seems to become more and more like an astral one. It is beginning to seem a bit more plastic and malleable and so is my physical environment, not much, but it seems to have become more yielding to magickal influence. I sense the physical body as that point within the spectrum that is a pinch point, a point where we are most vulnerable. But which those who have ascended can gradually learn to manipulate to enhance their own lives.

I am gradually gaining the ability to manipulate my own present moment by creatively working within the etheric planes but each one of you needs to learn how to do that for yourself. I can’t do it for you! I can share how it is done, but I can’t do it for you!

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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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