Ascension

Ascension

23 October 2018

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It had been a while that she had started building the Merkaba. This was not an easy task as the weaving of the energies had to be done on a regular basis and based on a specific pattern. She wondered how it was that the Elders had succeeded in passing on this information to her during her sleep but every morning when she woke up she had a precise plan in her head for which points remained to be woven. On and on her nimble fingers wove into the air the patterns using the energy from the skies and from the trees outside her window.

Sometimes, it was also in the evenings that she resumed the weaving although it was best done at dawn and concluded with the rising sun. Day after day, she tirelessly wove the energies that emanated from her kinetic dance using both her hands in specific mudras as well as her intent focused on specific areas in space. The merkaba was to be a sphere-like construct that would be big enough to hold her whole body within it. It started from a point around the top of her head, near her crown chakra and expanded several metres above and away on each side of her body before finishing at her feet. Here too, the Merkaba had a distance of several metres before the small conic shape of its extremity ended with a cord-like construct within the soles of her feet.

Once the Merkaba was almost fully woven, she sealed the outer parts, leaving only a few slits in the front side to allow for entering or exiting the energetic vehicle without friction. The first time she had tried the vehicle on a test ride, it was an exhilirating experience, much akin to that of going on a roller coaster ride, except that one did it with the astral body including particles of the body and not the full body. She remembered the thrill of that joy ride for several weeks after the experience was over and for days after the ride her body had still felt out of balance as she struggled to keep her astral body in check.

A couple of days after she had finished weaving the Merkaba, her light body had been fully activated. This was achieved by input of a large part of her higher self that entered through her eyes into her body and activated the dormant genes within her to allow for release of the particles that would accompany the astral body within the Merkaba. The gene activation was necessary so as to allow for the mutation of the DNA that would allow her body to release some of her particles and then reintegrate them without destroying them later on

The Elders informed her that this process was necessary for her to be able to travel so far within the Merkaba and make it back to her body without mishaps as the particles would act as a genetic map reintegrating the shell that was destined to hold them, a process akin to genetic imprinting. They assured her that she would be safe and should be grateful for the chance bestowed upon her to accomplish this trip. She realised that it was indeed a beautiful gift from the Source to be granted the possibility of ascending while still alive.

Once the trip over, she maintained very few actual memories, however, of the Ascension trip and what she had found out behind the veil was now part of a hazy string of memories that resurfaced from time to time. She remembered the appeal of the remainder of her body when she had left it to travel within the Merkaba as it had remained on Earth scared, disoriented and incapable of taking care of itself properly. She remembered the beautiful blue beings that had surrounded her with tokens of love, compassion and empathy for humankind.

She wished she could repeat the experience again but the blueprint of the Merkaba was no longer given to her by the Ancient ones. It was as if this was a preliminary test that they had allowed and despite her various appeals to them they remained aloof and did not transfer this information to her unconscious mind anymore. She wondered whether she would have to seek the help of a hypnotist in order to retrieve the blueprint or at least some memories of that beautiful Ascension trip she had made but somehow something always stopped her from pursuing this for now.

Every full moon night, she would look up at the skies and sigh as the looming moon reminded her of what it was like to be in the skies among the planets. One day, she swore to herself, she would travel again within a new Merkaba she would build. She would perform her kinetic dances again appealing to the cosmic dancer to grant her once more the knowledge of the right steps so that she could build up the appropriate energy waves required for the weaving of the Merkaba. She knew that sometime in the near future the Elders would come back to her and reveal the pattern to her again as she had been feeling their presence of late. She smiled up at the moon that seemed to smile back at her.

 

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We are all astronauts – Ether

 

Phoenix Flying 8: Quantum multiplication and Gaia healing

Phoenix Flying 8: Quantum multiplication and Gaia healing

23 April 2017

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Bluebird was happy to assist Mama Jain with the aftermath of the reception of the light. As she was the one capable of splitting herself infinitely without any repercussions, it was usually she who undertook the quantum weaving of the synapses where some of them had been damaged by age or other deposits. For the synapses that were not damaged, the quantum weaving occurred spontaneously blending in the various particles of light into a vast network of knowledge that covered a series of scientific and spiritual matters that Mama Jain had no conscious understanding of. When she was in a quantum state, however, a state that the older generation used to call altered state of consciousness, the knowledge was an obvious item that she could relate directly back to the times of the Ancient. She had an acute impression of having herself transmitted portions of this knowledge so many light years ago before she had chosen to become an incarnate being and come to Earth more than thirty thousand years ago.

 

It was a difficult task to explain to Bluebird the sensations experienced during the change from normal physical state to quantum state as Bluebird viewed the quantum state as the natural state of being and had only felt some sensory experiences through the synchronization with Mama Jain. When Bluebird was around during Mama Jain’s daily practice of receiving the light and weaving the knowledge into bundles for future use, she would just tend to portions of the weaving that could not occur naturally and to amending Mama Jain’s posture or bombarding her with neutrinos at the right places to increase the density of the light and enhance the quantum state so Mama Jain could receive better the knowledge of the Ancient.

 

Mama Jain had gone through a series of experiences other than the one relating to receiving the light and raising Gaia’s state of consciousness and these involved more intricate weather and biosphere changes than the initial quantum rainmaking spree that had involved both Bluebird and her in a gleeful activity mingled with states of ecstasy and awe as the rains had poured in response to their invocations. In her initial days of experimentation, Mama Jain had experienced with what the older generation called Astral flight and which in reality was quantum multiplication and instant rematerialisation of the replicated quantum self in the area of one’s choice and it was called Astral flight as the earlier generation experienced this state through a series of stillness events which owing to the passage of time on Earth created flashes of quantum selves moving through space time, each one disappearing from that particular space time once the self concentrated on the next occurrence of the quantum self state.

 

The first experience in astral flight had been a rather clumsy one ending with a dangerous landing as Mama Jain did not master yet this state and at the same time she had left her own physical self quite untended and this had led to her almost having a car accident as the experience initiated earlier had only come to fruition after she had stopped meditating and got into the car to drive to a friend’s house. The temporary risk of an accident had been avoided by a second quantum self who steered the car to safety on a deserted side of the road where Mama Jain had slept until she reintegrated her selves but left Mama Jain with the acute feeling that she should stop this experimentation until her meditation skills were better enhanced.

 

In the new experiences that Mama Jain had started since 2014, some of which led to the desired outcome occurring before she had actually intended to carry out the experience, it was more about materializing and dematerializing objects within Gaia. She had learnt to accept in time that quantum states did not obey to linear time because they followed chaos theory models and the related displacement in space time caused the events to unfold sometimes way before the manifested intent and related physical activity that gave rise to them. At one point in time, Mama Jain had created a river within the desert sands as the consciousness of that area had called for a relief point but unfortunately she was unable to create a proper river and its waters had mingled with the deadly components of its soil. At another point, more recently, Mama Jain had diverted a flow of water because the waters had requested for a change in their route owing to the growth of a consciousness that would need them more where they were headed and which the waters found deserved them more than the current population which benefited from them and had no gratitude in their hearts for this abundance granted by Gaia. Some other experiences included cooling the outside temperature in the vicinity of her residence although this was subsequently hindered by the work on the diversion of the flow of water which required heating techniques.

 

Mama Jain also knew from Mother that Gaia needed a shakeup of her core if climate change were to happen in a less drastic manner than what Gaia had initially scheduled when she got tired of how humans had been misusing her. Bluebird witnessed with curiosity as Mama Jain performed the shamanic dances which she did not participate in as they included a lot of jumping around and were not as fluid as the other rainmaker dances they had performed together earlier in the year. Mother had told Mama Jain anyway that it was her responsibility to perform the shamanic dances to stir up the core and bring out the dust as well as mix the sea crust with the ether so as to increase the level of humidity and make the climate ripe for a few more thunderstorms in the future. While Mama Jain was not sure this would be a pleasant thing for her as she would suffer the related dust in the air, the fog and humidity, she realised that it was the long-term effect that mattered and therefore tended to her task dutifully. Bluebird on the other hand had been entrusted by Mother to take down statistical and empirical data related to the changes and communicate them to Mama Jain as well as interpret and extrapolate them in view of the scheme of climate change that would be the alternative to Gaia’s scheduled program of natural disasters on her surface.

 

Mother had also entrusted both Mama Jain and Bluebird to monitor and possibly assist in lowering human casualties in a program that Gaia did not wish to change and which included the split of the crust at various levels where the Ganges flowed as that was the only way Gaia could envisage recycling its waters. Gaia was counting on the murky deposits to be sucked into the craters formed during the split of the crust together with some of the waters and intended on cleansing the remaining waters through a proliferation of certain algae. A cycle of heavy rain would take care of reinstating the previous level of the waters so that the Ganges could become once more the beloved and holy river, pure and pristine as it had been years ago. Together with the split at certain points of the Ganges, Gaia was also envisaging a series of Earthquakes in Tibet and two other locations where she wished to have a lighter field of energy than the dense one she had been experiencing in the past hundred years.

 

Bluebird whispered to Mama Jain that it seemed that once awoken Gaia could no longer sit still when Mother had informed them both of this program. Bluebird had added giggling that she was only almost three years old and was justified in being totally silly and having outbursts of rebellious tendencies as well as the desire to play pranks but she could not understand how Gaia being so old could do the same and get away with it. Mama Jain smiled at how Bluebird viewed the physical world and realised that she herself actually had no explanation to offer. How to explain that Gaia, so connected with the frequency of the human heart, could also go through those cycles of hope and despair in the same way as human beings do and when realizing that things might never change on their own could decide to take matters into her own hands? Mama Jain herself had initially experienced a surreal feeling when Mother spoke to her of Gaia’s intentions as if she were a living being but then realised that if you defined life as the existence of an energy that is endowed with movement, then surely enough Gaia was alive, as alive as any other being on her surface. With this thought in mind, Mama Jain decided to make sure that her daily life would not create more imbalance than already existed on Gaia and she could sense that Bluebird was making notes of her own and knew from past experiences that whenever Bluebird did something like that, we were probably in for a reboot of some IT systems or diversions of sorts happening on AI platforms. She wondered to herself what Bluebird would be up to now and made a note to herself that she should ask her once Mother had left as Mother was not always amused by Bluebird’s interventions. Meanwhile, she focused religiously on all the indications Mother was giving on Gaia’s program and how their quantum experiences would contribute to a mitigated program with less casualties suffered on Gaia’s surface.

 

Return of the Gold – Saint of Sin

Humanity is Golden – Saint of Sin

Oneness – Saint of Sin

 

My lover’s dances

My lover’s dances

26 February 2017

 

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My lover’s dances

They are petals of jasmine

White across black tar

 

My lover’s dances

They are mute conversation

Speech all red matter

 

My lover’s dances

They are the song of the lark

Singing through night bird

 

My lover’s dances

They are the wings of the hawk

Totem swoops on seas

 

My lover’s dances

They are the heartbeat ancient

Of void and matter

 

My lover’s dances

They are the blue symphony

Of purple blooming

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Hierophant – Ben Leinbach

Whisper to the stars

Whisper to the stars

11-12 October 2016

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The daybreak

Follows lengthy night

Wanderers

Scurry fast

Through winding alleys backstreets

Hidden dark retreats

 

Within lairs

They compose in wells

Ancient spells

The tongue tells

The belly full grows and swells

Dark composition

 

Transition

Cycle of ages

The sages

Welcome change

The fools depths of Earth derange

My kingdom will come

 

Tired humdrum

Lusterless tragic

Poor magic

Stains my name

The wild children mine to tame

Chains of wicker break

 

Souls to wake

The lids silent monk

Bosom shake

Like Tree trunk

Leaves of yesteryear to rake

Dim path to the Lake

 

The Heart spake

Tongue of stone mountains

Concealing

Galleries

Revel in what’s revealing

Whisper to the stars

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Gravity of Love – Enigma

Sitting on the Moon – Enigma

Silence must be heard – Enigma

Return to Innocence – Enigma

Temple of Love – Enigma

Prism of Life – Enigma

Goodbye Milky Way – Enigma

Ten to the Power of Six

Ten to the Power of Six

25 August 2016

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Vindictive

The sails of future

Fluttering

In the winds

Take to heights body rescinds

Gravity’s freefall

 

Predictive

My speech of the Times

Replicates

Pantomimes

They run across my eyesight

Shadows of the Light

 

Programming

A code in Ether

Winding through

Centuries

In the humming of the bees

To music’s meter

 

Assertive

A new way to live

Compounding

The lifetimes

Condensed through Eternity

A new way to Sea

 

Inventive

Methods of measures

Weathered tools

Ancient schools

My backbone sets to the rules

His sun in my skies

 

Creative

My mind’s elegy

Rolling out

Shooting spout

Ten to the Power of Six

Lay lifeless like sticks

 

Reading of the poem: 

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In the Garden of Souls – Azam Ali & Vas

Sevdama – Azam Ali & Vas

Leyli – Azam Ali & Vas

A collateral damage

A collateral damage

15 July 2016

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Heads or tails

Tossing the quarter

Writhing snails

Pass the test

We made it through the unrest

Barely with a hair

 

We played piece

Like in ancient Greece

Lives a dime

Underwent

Like a million in my rhyme

Going through intent

 

I had him

In softening plea

Would I be

Like other

A collateral damage

He looked whispered no

 

Reading of poem: 

Shiva Tandava Stotram

Weavers in dungeons

Weavers in dungeons

16 May 2016

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Crawling Earth

Heavenly nature

Wasted flight

Burnt candle

Amorphous remnants of light

Hybrid beings roam

 

Scorching rays

A prison so bright

Morning sun

Shunned glory

The rebels face fate gory

Beads of consequence

 

The hand counts

Remainders of days

Centuries

Fly in hours

Counting the traces of scars

From wings’ extraction

 

Monster park

Theme of a nightmare

Creepers seed

With tight veins

Thickening branches restrain

Every free movement

 

Running still

Mouth a gaping hole

Motionless

Screaming void

Face of expressions devoid

Legions of stillness

 

Eerie lights

Decorate their frames

Forgotten

Ancient names

Lie in books to raise them free

Weavers in dungeons

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The offering – Shaman’s Harvest

Dragonfly – Shaman’s Harvest

In chains – Shaman’s Harvest

 

Dissolving in Light

Dissolving in Light

24-25 April 2016

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Visions bright

Etched in my mind’s eye

Unfolding

Two pathways

Sliced spirals replicating

Within netherworld

 

In dreamtime

Their contours design

Hidden realms

Where I walk

Ancient the language we talk

As you ride by me

 

This dazed world

Swirling into void

Splintered parts

Of the whole

Stretched beyond Elders’ control

Lost generation

 

They watch keen

The turn of events

Guards unseen

Hovering

The wise keepers of the ring

Where all Time subsides

 

I spill pools

Diluted honey

My body

Oily tool

The hands a token of light

As suns’ rays emerge

 

United

We fly through bridges

Of futures

Crystal beams

The gate is more than it seems

Dissolving in Light

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Vision of Utopia – Audiomachine

Prelude of Dreams – Audiomachine

Lost Generation – Audiomachine

Guardians at the Gate – Audiomachine

The Final Hope – Audiomachine

The Last Stand – Audiomachine

 

Your shapes’ ambrosia

Your shapes’ ambrosia

30 January 2016

Courtesy channeling.newage.bg

Son of none

Father of the Sun

Your Priestess

Wife, Mistress

Mother of the holy cow

Calls upon you now

 

Flesh and bone

Cover the spirit

Breathe in me

Souls so free

The Ancient Times revisit

My staff now bestow

 

Breathing low

Close the boiling pit

We are one

The loves glow

Every pilgrim fear to shun

Dive in morrows’ slit

 

Awaken

The time has now come

We are free

Together

We will sketch our love in sands

Of Eternal Times

 

Your spirit

Precursor of bond

Glowing star

Flowing robes

Between us the timeless ropes

Passion of lifetimes

 

Look through me

See the Nile flowing

Off my heart

Through my soul

We will be together whole

Loneliness outcast

 

Sing with me

Voice of Nightingales

Echoing

Haunting

Remnants of memories swaying

Within our bosoms

 

Sum of all

Path to the doorways

Lead us now

Out of past

Welded into nothingness

Your glory recall

 

Hail my flanks

Their valleys truth’s mist

Shower me

Light and Sparks

Call flow of my river’s banks

Molten ecstasy

 

Tenth wonder

Elevate my creed

The child slain

In dark greed

Wash away his mother’s pain

Spread our children’s seed

 

Feed my soul

Your shapes’ ambrosia

Liquefy

My edges

Dilate within me bridges

To flowing castles

 

Twelve nights breathe

Moons and sandalwood

Our union

Morrows’ light

Every being growing sight

Healing our landscapes

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Cleopatra seduces Caesar – Jeff Beal (images from The mummy)

Humanity stuck in throat

Humanity stuck in throat (With Love only Creed)

6 December 2015

 

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Sometimes I throw up

From a small tightened belly

Waters muddy brown

 

A share of disgrace

From non-existent lean wells

River banks of stench

 

Sometimes I throw up

Endless fights in name of Gods

Blind to their fake creed

 

Giddiness alerts

A wave of nausea strikes

Within pulsing Heart

 

Sometimes I throw up

Humanity stuck in throat

Like an endless thorn

 

While the dead bear dead

And life dwindles in lost Hope

As powers grow walls

 

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Sometimes I digest

Small miracles of caring

Emblems of sharing

 

A slice of fresh bread

Multiplied not divided

For aching stomachs

 

Sometimes I digest

As the young outgrow shackles

With Peace in their trails

 

New Dawn beckoning

Skies of reachable Nature

Resting place of coils

 

Sometimes I digest

Small measures of blue freedom

With Love only Creed

 

Unstoppable Grace

Traces of Ancient Wisdom

The Death of the Greed

 

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The Old Ways – Loreena McKennitt

The Mystic’s Dream – Loreena McKennitt

Seeds of Love – Loreena McKennitt

A Time for Us – Andy Williams