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Magical Power And Bions

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When a crystal is struck physically or by light it may give off electricity. This is called the piezo-electric effect. Living cells give off bions when they are stressed or when they die. These bions are small particles of astral energy created from the breakdown of chemicals within the living system.

Emotional energy is one form of bion but mental energy, spiritual energy, sexual energy and physical energy are all forms of bions produced by the human body.

Each chakra center creates and functions with its own type of bion associated with specific organs of the body. Bions don’t really have their own energy. They are astral creations and draw energy from physical substances.

They also draw energy from light and from the earth. Emotions are largely produced by the digestive system in the breakdown of nutrients to create energy. Mental energy is generated from the firing of nerve synapses and depletes the body of potassium and sodium.

We experience the movement of bions within the body as emotions and other types of astral energy including thought.

The human body creates spiritual, mental,emotional, sexual and physical energy through the chemical breakdown of compound molecules and cellular tissue.

Any type of magic energy depletes the body of vital nutrients. The energy is created from the breakdown of chemical bonds in molecules stored within the cells in the body. This is why many people are so exhausted after magic workings. Their physical body has been doing all of the work. The cells are releasing the energy as bions.

There are others sources of bions as well in the environment. Burning incense, candles, or heating potions do the same thing and create bions that circulate in the room adding catalyst to the magic working. Wilhelm Reich observed that the destruction of organic matter created bions and Orgone energy.

He also observed that bions and Orgone energy clustered around living things, especially plants. These bions could be collected and their effects would be more intense. The effect of Orgone energy, bions or magic energy is the same. It acts as an accelerant and speeds up or ages what ever it comes in contact with. It will cause a chemical reaction to happen more quickly. It will cause radioactive material to decay more rapidly. It will find the weak spot or illness and attack it. It uses things up and the physical body needs to replace the depleted material.

At first there is a toxic quality to working with bions and astral energy. As the body becomes more efficient at replacing its energy reserves the toxic effect goes away and is replaced by a vitality. The vitality is increased magnetism as the physical body draws more nutrients to itself and expels toxins more easily and rapidly. Increased vitality also increases the available energy stored within the body to be used at will.

In healthy people the magic practitioner seems younger because new fresh nutrients are being drawn into the body at a faster rate than normal and waste material is effectively eliminated easily and quickly. Bions act as a tonic to keep the body healthy by making everything function at an optimum level.

The body is created to act like a sponge strongly attracting and drawing in what it needs and forcibly ejecting toxins. It needs to be emptied and it needs to be filled up again. Maximum health can be attained through hard work and exercise on a daily basis.

In magic work it speeds up the attainment of some desired object or goal. In protective magic it can neutralize toxic energy by aging it until it becomes harmless. In this manner we see that bions drain stored energy from physical objects and people to maintain their own existence.

Bions will accumulate in certain objects as well as in physical bodies. At other times they float randomly near the earth’s surface carried by the water and wind. Bions are astral formations capable of sustaining themselves by drawing energy from light and the breakdown of chemical compounds as well as drawing energy from the earth.

In practical terms the quantity of bions we have available for magic use determines the voltage and charge of our available magic energy. The type of bions determines the type of magic we will be able to perform.

Bions will simply float around us as an emotional or astral cloud unless we have an astral body developed to control and direct the flow of bions. Without an astral body we can not control these bions and make use of them. The exception to this is that our Shadow and our HGA are fully functional and independent entities with astral bodies. In the beginning it is either one of these that will make use of our magic energy. This is why an important magic task is to integrate our Shadow or HGA.

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The Wrath Of God

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In summary God is beyond human comprehension and we can never experience God directly. But we do experience God indirectly within our world and within our physical bodies! We experience God through this inpouring of spiritual light and energy that fills us to overflowing and impels us toward intense living! It is in this intense lifestyle and in the free release and movement of these energies that we find the love of God and heavenly bliss. We find love and happiness in passing this on, in allowing these energies to move through us freely and openly.

In any case, “the Throne of God, the Holy Trinity, the Goddess” are all represented literally within each atom within our universe. This means God, the Holy Trinity and everything else is found within each cell of our physical body and literally within everything that exists! Each atom is a fountain of photon energy pouring out into us and into our world. Zero point energy is the same thing, the energy pouring forth from the nuclear center of every atom that exists.
Wilhelm Reich’s book “The Function of the Orgasm” spoke of the Emotional Plague that humanity suffers. He also spoke of his discovery of biological energy and how this blocked energy, primarily sexual energy, is responsible for most mental and emotional illness if not all mental and emotional illness in our world. He also spoke of how hopeless and frustrating it was because humanity always chose to block this energy within themselves and to give personal power away to external authorities in a death instinct. Even more interesting, he stated that his patients claimed that they felt like they were going to burst. They felt there was such a buildup of frustrated energy within themselves that they would react violently, do self harm or anything possible to find release from this terrible buildup of energy. It was simply not possible to tolerate it.

Jacob Boeheme spoke of hell in the same exact terms! He also spoke of The Wrath of God as being the lightning flash, the surge of destructive energy, that would finally flash between the two highly charged potentials when there was no other possible way of discharging the energy. He also termed The Wrath of God as being another name for Lucifer. Likewise, he spoke of heaven as a means of allowing this electrical discharge to happen more slowly, safely, and mildly and termed it “The Love of God”.

Putting this all together we find that every atom, molecule, cell, and organ within our physical body is gushing forth energy from the very core of every atom, molecule, cell and organ. While Wilhelm Reich maintained that it was sexual energy that was creating this problem, or build up of pressure, we can see that literally all kinds of energies are building up within the body, abstract spiritual energy, concrete spiritual energy, abstract mental energy, concrete mental energy, upper emotional energy, lower emotional energy, etheric energy, sexual energy and all this energy must find some way to be released! Think of the energy that a child has! We were all like that at one time! The energy just flowed from us! We had to move around, tear around, use up that energy because it was unbearable to sit still!

But our parents forced us to sit still. They forced us to repress that energy, to turn it back inside as a repression and that repressed energy became destructive. This was especially true with sexual energy, which they tried to repress from the very beginning! And sexual energy was the most powerful energy of them all.

And so we live in a world today, a world that is a hell because the energy builds up inside of us and can find no healthy release. We feel as if we will burst or kill ourselves, or someone else and the energy is discharged and distorted in perverse ways. We try to cope with this buildup of energy by repression and non-movement, activities that gradually cause our physical bodies to age, become sick, and die.

But Jacob Boehme also told us what heaven was! Heaven was the process of releasing this energy in a more gradual way, through magnetism. This means by discharging the energy from our physical bodies directly into the astral, because the astral is the universe created of magnetic flux lines. By developing our astral bodies we create the resonant circuit that allows an infinite amount of energy to flow safely between our physical body and our astral body! From this it can be seen that heaven is experienced when we have developed both our physical body and all of our astral bodies!

In doing this we have shifted from a state of hell and Lucifer like destructive discharges to that of a milder and more loving universe of magnetic attraction and repulsion. When this happens the physical world becomes a beautiful reflection of the astral worlds.

This brings us back full circle to the question of how do we create the various astral bodies which are required? As I’ve mentioned before, this happens through the bittersweet process of falling in love and falling out of love through the mingling and sharing of opposite sex energy in which the male and female aspects of our own souls become balanced and stable. This can also happen through the Tantric process known as the left-hand path.

And what about tradition? Tradition is the blueprint, or pattern that exists within the astral planes and which tries to manipulate physical reality in its own image. What has not been correctly understood is that these patterns or blueprints are “ghosts” or shadows of events that have happened in the past. After a person dies their lifetime remains in the astral behind them as a pattern or shadow. History is circular and repeats itself and these patterns repeat themselves over and over again. Tradition is simply an attempt to follow the same pattern that has been successful in the past!

But the purpose of life is to grow and become more complex, to explore all possibilities, both good and bad! The blueprint or pattern that brings salvation one day must on some future day become a prison as it is outgrown. It is the task of the hero to create a new pattern, one that has never existed before! So, in today’s world not only has life become a living hell, but the traditional way of living no longer brings salvation! A new pattern or blueprint needs to be created and has been created!

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Chapter 2B

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The flight from New Rome to New Seattle was long and uneventful. There had been several stop-overs at other city-states along the way. At last he dozed fitfully. The sky was getting lighter but the sun was still under the horizon when he woke up. It was about 5:30 in the morning when the airbus touched down at the terminal in New Seattle.

Tobal got off at the airbus terminal and asked directions at the information desk. He was only two miles from Old Seattle. After spending the night in the airbus the exercise and fresh air felt good. His clothing was warm enough as long as he kept moving. He had no luggage because his uncle had said he would be given everything needed at Heliopolis when he got there.

The first part of his trip was easy since New Seattle was essentially one huge indoor complex. This was common with city-states. The entire city-state was essentially one giant self-enclosed structure. Public transit was small automated air cars that took passengers to any programmed address or destination. He was going to the South Gate and punched the proper location into the control screen.

“Please fasten your seat belt,” said a pleasant mechanical voice from somewhere inside the car.

Tobal complied and the car took off smoothly entering a long corridor filled with other flying traffic. In a matter of minutes his air car touched down next to the city gates and let him out. He watched as it sped away to pick up another passenger, then shrugged his shoulders and stepped through the gate into the cold air of Old Seattle.

The light mist and fog felt chill in the pre-dawn air. He turned his collar up against the wind and fastened his light jacket a little tighter. As he walked, he buttoned the top button of his collar. The icy moisture seemed to seep into his bones. There was a dusting of freshly fallen snow on the ground and it was very quiet as the sun peeked over the distant horizon. He guessed the snow would not last very long. It was already melting. While cold, it was still much warmer than his uncle’s estate.

Old Seattle differed sharply from New Seattle. He looked around curiously as he walked along an empty street. There were individual buildings on both sides as far as he could see. New Seattle had no streets. Anti-grav technology had made ground operated vehicles obsolete over twenty years ago before he had even been born. Still here in Old Seattle there was foot traffic and the streets were kept in repair for that purpose alone. The contrast between the two cities was almost overwhelming.

New Seattle was a self-contained city-state like so many others in what was now simply the Federation. Some of the older citizens called it the “New World Order” but it was not new any longer and did not seem to contain a lot of order. There were not many people still living that remembered the pre-Federation days. Each city-state was like any other with access to many of the same resources. Most people worked from their homes in private offices or lived within walking distance of the local manufacturing plants that produced the food and material products that kept the city alive.

It was hydrogen cell technology that revolutionized the world bringing cheap energy to entire communities. Almost overnight the energy problems of the world were gone. There was abundant light, heat and electricity within small communities along with the technology to become self-supporting and self-governing. Anti-grav technology completed the isolation by making the world’s ground transport structure obsolete.

All across the Federation streets and highway systems had been torn up and properties sold or allowed to go back to nature. The majority of the world’s population now lived in elaborate complexes complete with local air terminals and food processing plants. They were self-sustaining apartments in self-sustaining complexes in self-sustaining city-states. You could find anything you wanted in your own complex or order it from the ethernet on your home computer. Hologram technology made communication and entertainment effortless. You could attend conferences, work, play games or chat with your friends through the ethernet even if they were on the other side of the world. Advanced technology had finally reached the point where no one really needed to go anywhere.

But here in Old Seattle there were still streets. Tobal had never seen a street before. It was like entering an ancient prehistoric world. In this part of the city there were actually cobblestones that were over two hundred years old. Definitely the old city was pre-Federation. The buildings were separate from each other and built of red brick or concrete. Many of the taller skyscrapers were in a process of structural collapse or in need of repair. It was the smaller buildings built of concrete and steel that seemed immune to the sands of time. They spoke of an era when life had been different, harder and more individualistic.

Ironically it was modern technology that provided the power to support life in these ancient structures. Without the abundant heat and electricity they would have long since been abandoned. It was as if people wanted to play at living in the past while keeping the niceties of the modern world at the same time.

Tobal turned down another street and old apartments loomed up silently on either side like man made canyons. The early morning sun had not made it into these dark canyons yet and he walked in shadow. His boots were muffled by the light snow that lay on the cobblestones. The uneven surface made his footing treacherous and several times he almost fell.

Rounding another corner he almost stepped on a couple of crows intently fighting over a dead animal. They hardly noticed and hopped to one side before resuming their fight over the grisly remains of a rat or a cat. It was hard to tell which.

The street split in two separate directions. A battered sign said Oak Street and 30th Ave. Going left on Oak Street he headed down a street more narrow than the others. It looked like it was not used much any more, but then they all did. Looking back he saw the crows following him. They would fly a short way, stop to watch and then fly again to catch up. Every now and then one would squawk and a fight would erupt leaving loose feathers forgotten on the snow.

Old Seattle was a noted artist’s colony. It was one of the areas where societies fringe element escaped the rigid structure of moderization. Unique products, specialty shops and services both legal and illegal were offered within the little shops that lined the streets. The owners lived above the shops and owned entire buildings. Some of the signs were broken or covered in grime and unreadable. He figured 2424 Oak St. should be a few more blocks up and on the right side of the street. A couple blocks further he found it nestled between an old bakery and a barbershop.

The dilapidated three story red brick building looked worse for wear than it’s neighbors and some of the mortar between the bricks was missing. Tobal questioned the structural integrity of the entire building. A battered sign proclaimed “Antiquities and Curiosities”. The windows on all three stories were covered with wrought iron bars that looked functional as well as ornamental. They suggested what kind of neighborhood this really was and he nervously glanced around him. The crows hopped a little closer. Stepping up to the door he saw he was too early. The closed sign hanging in the window read the shop opened at 8:00. Glancing at his watch, he realized he still had almost two hours to wait.

Leaving the shop, Tobal continued down the street until he came to a small park area and watched the sun rise over the city. He brushed snow off a battered bench and sat listening to the strange early morning sounds of this old city and watching the crows. One large crow actually flew onto the bench and turned its head looking intently at him. Tobal had the eerie feeling that the bird was intelligent. After a half-hour of sitting in the small snow covered park the sun was up and he was thoroughly chilled.

Going back to the coffee and bakery shop he ordered a cup of coffee and a raspberry scone. It was warm inside and he stayed there until 8:00 listening to the locals and watching as they eyed him curiously. If anyone thought it strange to see a dark haired eighteen year old with a scarred face wandering the streets at this time of day they kept it to themselves.

Tobal took his time and enjoyed his breakfast. There was some foot traffic in the morning streets and most of it toward the bakery. Customers would enter; stomp their snow covered boots on the floor, hang their coats or jackets on a stand and sit down to read the local paper or talk with their neighbors. Most of them looked over fifty years old and dressed in outdated clothing. They were not a part of the modern world as Tobal knew it. At 8:00 he paid for his coffee and scone and headed back to the shop.

This time there was an “open” sign hanging in the window. In better light the shop looked like a fortress. The heavy wooden door had metal bands across it for reinforcement. It looked like it could withstand a battering ram. He tested the latch and the door opened silently inward on well oiled hinges. A small bell rang as he entered.

The smell of burning incense and the glow of burning candles was completely unexpected. A dark shag carpet muffled his steps and he sneezed involuntarily as he stirred up some dust. “Antiquities and Curiosities” was not a normal shop in any sense of the term. He gazed around in awe. It was like being in a museum. The shop was large and divided into several sections, each section set up and displayed according to a historical time period.

He had been expecting to see odds and ends of junk that cluttered so many antique shops. Instead each section was divided not by year but by century. There were complete room like displays of furniture, clothing, weaponry, art, games, toys, reading materials and more. Entering into a section was like stepping into a different world.

He stepped into a display about prehistoric cavemen. There was a replica of a cave painting on a rock. The painting and rock looked like they had been hewn out of the back of a cave somewhere. There was a clay bowl and goblet, three flint knives looked sharp and fairly unused. A hand axe had been used to cut chips out of a log lying in the middle of the display. Admiring it, he picked the axe up, hefted it and gave a couple practice swings. There was a primitive energy and vitality about each item that made him instinctively want to pick it up and start using it. He just knew these items had been made to be used.

A female figure was dressed attractively in furs and armed with a bow and quiver of hand made arrows. There was a small pack on her back and a blanket robe of rabbit fur lying on the ground beside her. She had a necklace of brightly colored bird feathers around her neck and there were price tags on each item. His jaw dropped in disbelief as he looked at a few of the price tags. There was a small fortune in this one display alone.

He realized this shop must deal in specialty replicas. Perhaps theater props. Each item was extremely well made and looked real and functional. The clothing, furniture, weapons and even the leather shoes were all obviously hand crafted. Moving to other displays he could see each item of clothing was crudely woven in the old manner, hand stitched and buttons were hand made. He would have believed he was in some type of museum but no museum carried items in such a perfect state of repair and like new condition.

He wandered for an hour looking at various displays and getting an increasingly troubled feeling that something wasn’t right. He could believe one or two displays of meticulous craftsmanship and diversity. There were re-constructionists that studied the old ways of ancient civilizations and tried duplicating them. But this was different. It was as if someone had stepped back into time and brought back these items for sale in this curious shop.

That was absurd of course but the feeling of unease was growing more uncomfortable inside him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that these items were real and that was not possible. He felt a chill go up his spine. These items shouldn’t exist and this store shouldn’t exist. The knowledge and ability to create these things had vanished long ago. No people living today had the knowledge to make these things that were so exquisitely crafted.

This was not an ordinary shop. Dealing in replicas of this quality had to be very expensive and these items very hard to come by. Why would any person in today’s world want to use these old fashioned things or buy them? The only reason Tobal could think of was for theatrical props. In a flash of insight he wondered if Tavistock Educational had purchased theatrical costumes from this place to use at the Halloween dance. He winced and rapidly brought his mind back to the present.

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Hold Still

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Hold Still
 
Hold still, beloved, still,
Allow the kisses, lie back,
Only in stillness can God,
Reveal his miracle.
The feeling of infinity,
Of true love,
I feel the stillness climbing
Up and down from you to me.

-Mia Holm 1900
translated by Joe Bandel

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Time To Roll Up Our Sleeves

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Life and awareness require both a physical life and a spiritual life. The vital life force and awareness that flows through us are the result of a resonant circuit formed from equal parts of physical and spiritual material. Each side is equal in importance for life. Each world is valid and has its own laws. We do not need just one. We NEED BOTH!

The concept of reincarnation is valuable because it helps us realize the importance of a life of growth and learning from one life to the next. It helps us realize the situations we find ourselves in are the result of things we have done in the past. It tells us the things we run and hide from will still be waiting for us in a future lifetime. It tells us there is no escape from the consequences of our actions.

Our life situations are lessons we need in order to grow. We chose to experience these major lessons before we were born. The concept of reincarnation helps us become responsible for our physical actions on a day to day basis. If we do not treat others fairly we will someday be treated unfairly by others. In this way we realize what it is like to be treated unfairly. There are consequences to everything we do, both good consequences and bad consequences. These consequences are called karma. What goes around, comes around.

It is a tragedy that this concept of reincarnation is misused in a way that destroys the WILL TO LIVE within each of us. Many that believe in reincarnation also believe a point is reached when it is no longer needed to be born in a physical body. They believe we can learn all the lessons a physical body can give and earthly life can be outgrown with no more to offer.

They believe someday we will live in a spiritual world and have a spiritual body. THEY NO LONGER IDENTIFY WITH THE PHYSICAL WORLD. IT IS NO LONGER IMPORTANT!

Traditional Christianity has led the human race to the bring of death and extinction. Traditional Christianity teaches if we believe in the teachings of Jesus and accept him as the Christ spirit within our heart we will be saved. We will have a spiritual body and reign with him in heaven, a non-physical place. THEY NO LONGER IDENTIFY WITH THE PHYSICAL WORLD. IT IS NO LONGER IMPORTANT TO THEM.

By over valuing the spiritual body and awareness we lose contact with our own WILL TO LIVE and are less effective in our physical lives. In my opinion there is only one way for us to regain our WILL TO LIVE .

Believe with conviction that physical life and a physical body are as much a requirement as spiritual life and a spiritual body. Believe they are equal in value, that awareness and life itself demands both a physical body and a spiritual body. Believe with conviction that a billion years from now we will still require both a physical body and a spiritual body. Our immortal soul will be living in a physical human body.

Believe that if we want a world of peace, love and beauty we must somehow fashion it out of the one we physically live in. If we want to live in heaven and reign with Jesus we must create heaven right here in the physical world. Accept the Christ spirit into our physical hearts every day of the week and by our actions show what type of spiritual being we are. See the Christ that is within each one of us. We are all the sons and daughters of the Gods.

Work with the materials in front of us and use them to form the materials that will achieve our goals. Find a way to bring our visions of a spiritual life into practical and livable physical reality.

Develop strong emotions about the beauty of the world we live in. God/dess created the world and it was good! God/dess looked at creation and it was good! God/dess created man and woman in his image and they were good! The Kingdom of Heaven is here and now. It is right before us and it is good.

Physically act and do those things needed to bring the Kingdom of God/dess into physical reality. Physically and emotionally struggle and master our own lives. By example we can inspire others to take responsibility for their own lives. We can turn our physical world into the heaven God/dess intended it to be.

Only this belief will give us the will power to roll up our sleeves and do the physical WORK needed to achieve mastery of our physical lives and world. To make our world a heaven and not a hell we need THE WILL TO LIVE.

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The Holy Ghost

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The secret of astral vs physical first shows up at the cellular level. Somehow there is a guiding intelligence and organizational awareness surrounding each living cell. This organizing and guiding intelligence remains even when new nutrients pass into the cell and waste materials pass out.

What this means metaphysically is that something exists independent of raw physical matter. It also has the ability to detach from old matter and attach to new matter. While the cell lives this is the vital life force and the aura that surrounds it.

When the cell dies this aura or ghost moves on and is attracted to another living cell. It assists this new cell to follow its old behaviors.

In these two examples we find both living astral entities and spirit or ghost astral entities or organizing intelligences. The living astral intelligence has the sole purpose of keeping the individual organism alive. It is created from the vital life force of living things and ultimately creates the Shadow aspect or Power Animal. It is worth noting that this Shadow of vital life force can transfer itself from one cell to another in order to remain alive.

In occult terminology a shaman’s Shadow can be transmitted to an apprentice that is properly trained. The Shadow exists in the astral as living life energy.

Spirit or ghost organizing intelligences move more easily from one organism to another. They form the group soul of a species and will sacrifice the individual for the good of the collective. This holistic organizing intelligence seeks to maintain the entire ecosystem in balance so it can sustain life permanently.

It contains the wisdom of what has gone before and offers a path for new life to follow. In the individual this creates the Holy Guardian Angel aspect.

As cellular life evolved into organisms they split into male and female. The rudimentary Holy Guardian Angel aspect attached itself to male organisms and the Shadow aspect attached to female organisms. The task of the HGA was to keep the ecosystem balanced and the task of the Shadow was to create new life.

In todays world things have evolved to the point where we find the HGA and the Shadow aspects in both males and females equally. One aspect will be dominant and the other will be dormant waiting to be developed. Biblical terminology has called those with the HGA dominant Sons and daughters of God and those with the Shadow dominant Sons and daughters of Man.

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The Sun Of God

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Symbolically the son of God exists as the sun in our sky as it burns, transforming from hydrogen into helium and giving off light for all living creatures. It is this inpouring of light that makes life possible here on earth.

This little metaphor is not just metaphor! This scene is enacted within every atom within our universe! It exists within every molecule, within every cell, and within all living creatures! The divine light pours in and forces expansion, evolution, and growth within all that exists!

Yet, God is more than this inpouring of divine light! This inpouring of divine light must go someplace and wherever it goes is also of God.

We can also find God within every living thing! God exists within every cell of our body and within the bodies of all living things!

When we consider how God expresses itself within living things we find much the same phenomenon, an inpouring of spiritual light and energy. And just as it is with nonliving things, this incoming spiritual light and energy needs someplace to go. Every cell of our body radiates this spiritual light and energy! Living things experience this influx of energy in many ways. It can be experienced as sexual orgasm energy, fear, anger, strong emotions, happiness, love, and all other energies.

There are spiritual energies, mental energies, emotional energies and sexual energies. All of these energies are continuously pouring into our physical bodies and require some form of release! As they enter our physical bodies pressure is built up as well as stress and discomfort until we feel as if we’re going to burst. Perhaps the most important thing to consider about these energies is to not try to contain them, but to let them pass through us as quickly and effortlessly as possible!

When any of these energies build inside of us we experience discomfort and torment. In fact, in many ways the inability to release these energies is to experience hell. In like manner, as we gain the ability to release these energies and move them on we experience sensations of heaven and bliss! So it is the movement of energies through us that is healthy and the blockage of these energies within our physical bodies that produce illness, aging and death!

The most powerful way of moving these energies through the body is by strenuous physical exertion, by living life intensely and to the fullest! At the end of every day the physical body should feel drained and depleted due to the intensity of our daily activities! As we sleep during the night our bodies will once more recharge with all possible energies through this unending stream of spiritual light and energy that pours into us from the core of every cell in our bodies and from the core of every atom in our physical body! We should try to wring ourselves out like sponges every day!

If we don’t do this we become vulnerable to sickness, illness, aging and death. Yet there is more to this than meets the eye! Through intense daily living it is possible to develop our immortal souls and strengthen them with spiritual, mental, emotional, physical, and sexual energies! This is God’s gift to us! By living passionately and intensely we push this physical energy through the veil into the world of spirit where it becomes astral energy. The track runner experiences a “second wind” and a weightlifter experiences the feeling of being “pumped up”! In both cases the intense generation of energy pierces the veil and allows it to enter the astral planes.

We must do the same thing with the spiritual, mental, emotional, physical and sexual energies as well!

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Chapter 2A

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Chapter 2

Tobal hardly heard what his uncle was saying; his eyes were fixed on the unusual glyph on the top of the oak box. He had seen that symbol once before. It was when he and his Uncle Harry had gone swimming. Tobal had been about two years old and it was one of his earliest memories. That was before his uncle had been paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair. It had been before his parents died. The water had been very cold, and there had been a woman with his uncle. They had been laughing and playing with him in the water. He had seen that same symbol of a man and woman within a circle. It was tattooed over his uncle’s heart. Years later Tobal had tried asking his uncle about the tattoo but uncle Harry had refused saying he must have imagined it. It had never been mentioned again.

But Tobal had remembered and had always been curious about why it was a secret. It was one of the few memories of his childhood and of his parents. It was a sacred memory. Now that same symbol was on this box, a box his parents had left for him. With trembling fingers he reached over, picked up the box and set it gently on his lap almost afraid to open it. The wood felt smooth and cold to his touch. His fingers slid along the latch and the lock clicked open.

Hardly daring to breathe, Tobal slowly raised the lid and looked inside. A yellowed envelope with his name was lying on top of dark green velvet. Nestled within the velvet was a large gold medallion with a heavy gold chain. The medallion had the same mysterious male and female image within a circle. Slowly and carefully he took the medallion out of the box and put it over his head. The medallion hung like a heavy weight against his chest covering his heart.

His heart was pounding and there was a lump in his throat as he reached for the letter. Turning it over he saw that it had been sealed with dark red sealing wax. The sealing wax was embossed with the same image. He had heard of letters being sealed with sealing wax but had never seen one before.

Putting the box aside on the bed, he carried the letter over to his desk, found a letter opener and carefully broke open the wax seal trying not to destroy it. Opening the letter with trembling hands he walked back to the bed and sat down to read. His uncle was staring out the window with haunted eyes that were looking at things in the past and not of this time or place.

“Dearest son, Tobal, if you are reading this, we are dead. We wish we could have been there to watch you grow and share our love as you were growing up. Events happened to make this impossible. We promised to do one last mission that is very dangerous and are writing this letter in case we don’t come back. You are in good hands with your Uncle Harry and Aunt Lilly. They love you and will take care of you. We asked them to keep this letter and give it to you when you come of age.

You have the right to claim ‘sanctuary’ in the City of the Sun and find your true destiny, just as we have. It is our wish and dream that you be trained in the values and beliefs we hold dear. While we can not control the choices you make in life, we would like you to know what we believe; the things we feel are worth living and dying for. You may never know us, but you can know the things we love and care about. Perhaps someday you will learn what we died for.

Take this medallion and letter to the Antiquities Shop on 2424 Oak St., Old Seattle, Washington, and show them to the proprietor. He will know what they are and what needs to be done. Your Uncle Harry will give you an airbus ticket. We would like to tell you more but there is no time left. Give our love to Howling Wolf. He can tell you what you need to know.

Your loving parents,

Lord and Lady of the Sun, Ron and Rachel Kane.
Dated this day 25 January, 113th year of the New Eon, sun in Aquarius, moon in Scorpio”.

There were tears in Tobal’s eyes as he looked up at his uncle. “What does this mean,” he asked?

His uncle shifted uncomfortably in the wheelchair and brought his attention back to the present.

“Your parents were research scientists and citizens of Heliopolis. The city-state has been called ‘City of the Sun’. It is a closed city-state on the West Coast that does not welcome commerce or communication with other city-states within the Federation. It was the classified nature of your parents research that was responsible for Heliopolis changing it’s status from an ‘open’ to a ‘closed’ or ‘forbidden’ city-state.”

“What was the nature of my parents research,” Tobal asked curiously?

“I am not at liberty to talk about it,” said his uncle sadly. “Perhaps later, when you are older you will be able to learn more. I was the one that found your parent’s bodies and attempted to continue their research after their deaths. There was a terrible accident in which your aunt Lilly was killed and I was left paralyzed. I was forced to close the entire project down as being too risky and dangerous to continue.”

“It was a very difficult time for me personally,” his uncle said. “Your aunt Lilly and I loved each other very much and I grieved her death for many years as well as grieving the loss of your parents. I promised your parents I would take care of you if anything ever happened and I’ve done the best I could. I know I haven’t been around here as much as I should have but I’ve put you in the best schools and made sure you’ve had the best teachers. You have done well and I am very proud of you but I can never take the place of your real parents.”

“How did my parents die,” Tobal asked? “Why didn’t you ever tell me about this before?”

“Nobody really knows how they died,” his uncle whispered, a tormented look in his eyes. “There was an air sled accident over a lake. I found them dead and floating in the water. There was no formal investigation due to the classified nature of their research. It was considered a Federation secret. Asking too many questions got a person in trouble really fast. I’ve always felt there was something wrong about the way they died but I could never prove anything and it was only a few weeks later that I was crippled. It seems someone really wanted to stop the research project. I’m sorry son,” he added. “But I’m risking imprisonment just telling you this much.”

“What is important to think about is that your parents wanted this for you. They wanted you to ‘claim sanctuary’ and become a citizen of Heliopolis. They believed that by going there you would be able to know who they were and what they believed in. Since you refuse to finish the year out and graduate from Tavistock Educational, I’m offering this to you. I’ve already spoken to the school and you have earned enough credits for an early graduation.”

He looked sternly at Tobal and there was a trace of anger in his gray eyes. “I had to call in some pretty big favors. You have no idea how many strings I had to pull so your name will appear with this spring’s graduating class. It’s time to stop feeling sorry for yourself. Grow up and move on. Do something with your life that your parents would be proud of.”

Tobal’s dark eyes flashed in anger but lowered as they met the burning intensity of his uncle’s glare.

“Are you a citizen of Heliopolis, like my parents?”

“No, I was a Federation officer in charge of security. I never applied for citizenship although I could have. After my accident I was retired, although they would send for me occasionally to consult with,” he added bitterly. “That was several years ago, but now it seems there is renewed interest in your parent’s work. I was just out there and they are talking about opening the program up again after all these years. Maybe you can find out more when you get there. If you learn something keep me informed ok?”

Tobal gripped the medallion and letter tightly. “I will,” he promised through tears. In a choked voice he asked, “When can I leave for Old Seattle?”

“You’re not going to Old Seattle,” his uncle said. “You’re going directly to Heliopolis where the sanctuary program is.”

“But the letter tells me to go to Old Seattle,” Tobal was confused. “I’m supposed to take the medallion and letter to someone my parents knew. That’s what I need to do first. They will know what I need to do next. That’s what the letter says.” He looked stubbornly at his uncle.

“There is no one to meet at Old Seattle,” his uncle barked. “They are all dead! All of your parent’s friends are dead. They have been dead for fifteen years! I am buying you an air bus ticket for Heliopolis and that is where you are going. That is where the sanctuary program is. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir,” Tobal replied meekly, shaken by his uncle’s outburst.

He remained quiet but inside he was seething and planning how he was going to exchange his air bus ticket destination for Old Seattle. That’s where his parents had told him to go and that is where he was going.

Tobal Kane curled up in a dark corner of the Airbus and looked out upon a moonlit night. It was the 18th of February and the full moon cast a soft light on the snow covered landscape far below. There were no clouds and he could see stars twinkling like diamonds in the night sky. It was one of those rare nights that you want to remember for the rest of your life and he was trying to impress the smallest details into his soul forever. He was leaving the only home he had ever known and he was not going back.

He felt the vibration and hum of the airbus against his back and below he saw the lights of New Rome growing smaller and receding into the distance. He was lost in his thoughts. The airbus was relatively empty and he was left to himself.

It had been a simple matter to purchase his own ticket to New Seattle. There were no flights into Old Seattle and that was the closest he could get. He simply booked a flight for a few hours later than the one he was supposed to be on.

Uncle Harry hadn’t even seen him off at the airport. He had sent the driver instead and the driver dropped him off outside the terminal. Money hadn’t been a problem since he had a spending allowance and he had cautiously supplied himself with enough cash to stay for a week or two in Old Seattle if he needed to. Since he would be paying cash Uncle Harry should never find out. He thought he had enough Euros to cover any expenses that might come up.

The Euro was the global currency acceptable in all city-states around the world since the establishment of the Federation. He was carrying almost five thousand Euros and also had a credit card his uncle had given him for emergencies. As long as his expenses were reasonable his uncle had always picked up the tab. Tobal was determined to find the Antiquities shop if it still existed. He was also determined his uncle would never know about it. Nervously he touched his jacket pocket and made sure the letter was still there. He could feel the weight of the medallion around his neck.

Staring out the window into the night Tobal thought about his parents and what Uncle Harry had told him. He hardly remembered them at all, just vague memories without proof they were even real. They had been mysteriously killed when he was only two years old. His parents had been working on a classified project but something had gone wrong and they never came back alive. Their bodies had been found floating in a nearby lake. The investigation had officially listed the cause of death as accidental drowning even though his uncle said his parents were both strong swimmers.

His uncle would never talk about his parents and whenever Tobal asked his uncle would change the subject. There was no one else that Tobal could ask. His uncle had known his parents and worked with them. He didn’t remember his aunt Lilly unless she was that woman he remembered swimming with Uncle Harry the day he had seen the tattoo. Uncle Harry wouldn’t talk about her either. She had been killed in the same mysterious accident that crippled his uncle.

It was all very mysterious and now he was flying into the night headed for some “Forbidden City” his parents wanted him to go to. It was the only thing they had ever asked of him. It was their dying wish and he would do just what they asked. He fingered the medallion. There was a calm power coming from it that relaxed him, especially because it was a gift from them.

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At The San Juan Cemetery In Puerto Rico

Posted in end times, fantasy, German literature, Hanns Heinz Ewers, Uncategorized on November 7, 2017| Leave a Comment »

At the San Juan Cemetery in Puerto Rico
 
Red roses climb up from the graves on the quiet hillside,
To gently caress marble benches.
From out of the laurel
Sounds the sweet and enticing songs of the birds
A stone angel listens.
A thick carpet of ivy covers a winding path,
Crawling everywhere—
Until at last even the path is lost.
A mountain of bleached bones grows high.
No money, no grave!
Here lie the exiled, no cross for them and no bragging memorials.
Gypsies, beggars, fidgety musicians.
Oh how the sun shines on their skulls!
I take off my hat and greet these relatives,
Those that didn’t pay their last rent.

-Hanns Heinz Ewers
translation by Joe Bandel

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Our Society Wants To Die

Posted in ascension, earth changes, end times, fifth density, light workers, Mensa, Uncategorized on November 7, 2017| Leave a Comment »

Our society encourages reliance on outside help and discourages self-reliance. We are encouraged to remain passive and let others do our thinking and our living for us. Everywhere someone is trying to entertain us and direct our thoughts. We are told there is no need for a will to live. We are told we no longer have instincts, we have outgrown the need for them.

Yet when we try to entertain others, when we feel we have something of importance to share, no one listens or is interested. When we try to do something we are blocked. Our society wants us to remain right where we are in life.

Give us noble spiritual goals and ideals. Tell us how important the next political election is going to be. Saturate our minds with words and ideas until our heads spin. Seduce us into living fantasy lives that have little to do with physical reality. Encourage us to give our personal power away to external authorities.

But at any cost, do not let us actively and physically take steps toward making our world a better place. Don’t tell people they must take baby steps before they can run. Don’t tell people a goal must be small and attainable at first.

Show people great heroes and tell them, “Look, you can do that too!” But forget to tell them hard work is involved. Sell everyone the easy route to success that never works.

Our society does these things and our society is seriously flawed. Our society is falling apart and all we are doing is watching! We are watching because we have been taught to. Our society is trying to die!

This over valuing of the spiritual and mental life prevents us from acquiring mastery of our physical lives.

Yes, our soul is immortal. Yes, the Christ spirit is within us if we will reach out to it and listen to the still small voice of our conscience. No, the spiritual life and mental life are not more important than the physical and emotional life.

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