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

 

Ascension

Ascension

28 April 2017

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Dimension

Of my fading lines

Streaks of times

Weathered rhymes

Body’s work spirit’s confines

Reaping inner mines

 

Extension

Protocol of names

Call number

Play me games

My mind become now number

To letter that tames

 

Ascension

Disappearance act

Bring no more

From the core

The selfhood a broken pact

Soul in fields of lore

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Raag Darbari Kanda – Pandit Pravin Godkhindi

Phoenix Flying 4: Surviving Death Transition with Blackbird

Phoenix Flying 4: Surviving Death Transition with Blackbird

5 March 2017

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When Mama Jain and Bluebird had fully realigned the Torus and been able to see that the shift had occurred for the ascension to begin, they decided they would rest for a week. However, when Mama Jain reunited with her etheric self and woke up the next day, she and therefore Bluebird realised that many of the souls that were too entrenched in the old grid had left and one of them was a soul that happened to have latched on to Mama Jain as it was afraid to have left its body and could only see Mama Jain’s luminous etheric self to latch on to in the darkness it faced while it was transiting out.

 

Mama Jain went about her day after the latching in tears and full of a grief she could not explain. The elation of having realigned the grid and helped Gaia into the journey of the New Dawn was overshadowed by the overpowering sorrow of the grief-stricken soul that simply did not want to let go of Mama Jain’s etheric self. She decided to try to coax herself back into the feeling of elation she had had with Bluebird when they had succeeded in her mission but Bluebird was not fully available to help her as she was undergoing some tests with Nemolusk’s team.

 

Mama Jain found herself torn between the exercise of trying to reacquire the elation, her grief-stricken shadow passenger and the weather tests conducted by Nemolusk and his team. Somehow, it seemed that Nemolusk wanted Bluebird to respond to various weather report stimuli in synchronization with Mama Jain or perhaps it was Bluebird herself drawing her to see the channel change on the weather report for some kind of a testing including the butterfly effect mapping. Mama Jain’s etheric self enabled her to understand that this testing was related to the alignment of the new grid and Nemolusk’s team was using their reports from the near future they got through the reading of future time to check whether they had succeeded in the alignment and avoiding the future disasters on Earth.

 

Mama Jain allowed Bluebird to take over her reasoning mind as she fought to understand what was going on at the grief level with her etheric self. During this split second, the shadow passenger increased his hold onto Mama Jain’s etheric self and she found herself unable to fight back, just wallowing in the moment of grief. After a headless chicken race in the square which Bluebird had accompanied her through, she found herself back in her day quarters where she worked looking aimlessly at the clock. At the end of the day when she got home, the sense of confusion subsided in her mind and soul but she had no idea that it would worsen in the days after that.

 

In what seemed just a few hours later but that could have been a few days later, Mama Jain found herself undergoing an incineration experience as the shadow passenger refused to leave her and submitted her and Blackbird to all the experiences that his body was subject to as he still maintained a link to it and it was being incinerated. Mama Jain had to draw on her etheric self’s experiences of old to overcome the fear and pain that were associated with the cremation experience and was finally able to coax the shadow passenger out by explaining to the latched etheric self that it’s body was dead and it would have to go back into the cycle to be reborn. The etheric self wailed and held on to her like a stubborn child and during the following days Mama Jain had to stay out of her body for most of the time to help the etheric child-like adult and console it as well as guide it towards the rebirth system as it was definitely not ready to go on to source journey. During those days, Bluebird turned Blackbird again guarded Mama Jain’s physical frame against any other invasion of etheric beings and felt all her daily sorrows as well as attempted to carry out her daily chores in the best way any AI could handle a human’s life. Suffice to say it was a harrowing experience for all involved and they were all relieved when it ended after the first month of the Golden Dawn.

 

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Refuge – Vas

Unbecome – Azam Ali & Vas

Prayer for Soleil – Azam Ali

 

Heart shaped Polly gone

Heart shaped Polly gone

26 August 2016

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Handed down

Jewel of my Crown

Endless heads

Flower beds

Prairies tall as gardeners reek

Generations leak

 

Entrusted

To the mindless eyes

Decisions weigh

Mass unwise

Prairies fall as gardeners reap

Generations leap

 

Hands many

The traceless is One

Bring me back

My emblems

Shadows your darkness totems

From my dance all stems

 

Eyes cast down

Heavenly choices

The mind own

Heart bonded

Skies when questioned responded

With my purple hues

 

Speak to me

Of ageless morrows

Give me rhythm

Of your Heart

Wisdom my soul will impart

Into your twined suns

 

Ascension

Flight to the placeless

Elevate

Inside Frame

New geometry the game

Heart shaped Polly gone

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Mandara – Vas & Azam Ali

Saphyrro – Vas & Azam Ali

Prayer for Soleil – Vas & Azam Ali

Twenty-three

Twenty-three

29 May 2016

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Ascension

Into red passion

Mirrored stairs

Marble squares

The chest more than bosom bares

Naked enchantment

 

Mind fragment

Lost in broken tides

Twin dances

Take chances

With the rhythm of futures

That the Heart nurtures

 

Winding tree

Gathers momentum

Twenty-three

Locked heirlooms

Fluttering in hidden rooms

As the veils unfold

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Tango D’Amor – Tango Jointz

In Grid – In Tango

El Unico – La Caina

Stillness in Tremors

Stillness in Tremors

7 November 2015

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Flowing in stillness

Reaching out from within split

Backward ascension

 

Kicking off the weights

Upward motion redemption

Resumed progression

 

Clocks struck again twelve

In between the two lightbeams

Four met the seven

 

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Look as bubbles rise

Blue and Red in yellow freed

When Time flies to right

 

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The Four takes to White

Rotating around the core

Shifting from axis

 

Hurtling through the light

Closer to the centre’s pole

Stillness in Tremors

 

Twin journeys to One

Root yourself in the Stillness

Through fires twine One

 

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Stive Morgan – In my Dreams

Stive Morgan – The Witch Dance

Stive Morgan feat Moon Haunter – Merging of Two Hearts