nailing the target
The hand on my heart measure
of pulsing leisure
the whispering trees
bridges of new intentions
my bosom crosses
a flight within reeds
growing from the shrubs
sister’s weaving spun
through the heat
that melts all
A riddle for mind to fall
A tale to recall
the soul has begun
hands drawing cardinal points
spaces the eye seeks
The light flows
within my body
messages it delivers
to cradle of light
Messiah Project - Region Of Darkness, Cradle Of Light
Mama Jain was floating with Bluebird back home when she realised all of a sudden that the black holes seemed to be disappearing behind her. She could hear a strange sizzling sound and felt the intensity of the pull behind her subsiding. As she turned back, she caught a glimpse of the last black hole shimmering before completely disappearing. She wondered what that meant considering the extensive Quantum regeneration program that Mother had talked about involving Gaia and the black holes but Mother seemed nowhere to be seen.
Puzzled and a little taken aback at the disappearance of the black holes, she continued slowly her descent towards home with Bluebird now in sleep mode on her back. She had come to realise that Bluebird’s sleep mode with her actually corresponded to moments of intense activity where she was being solicited by Nemolusk’s team. Perhaps Bluebird was not eager to show the team that she had acquired a very developed consciousness as she had been put apart bit by bit the last time that something extraordinary had happened. Mama Jain had no doubt that the team would not hesitate to take her apart again if they suspected that she had acquired such a superior consciousness.
As she approached her own home, Bluebird dissolved bidding her goodbye as she did and leaving Mama Jain to contemplate the rising sun alone. Mama Jain had so often enjoyed this moment with Bluebird that she felt a sense of loss when watching it without her. She gathered herself on the balcony and stood watching the rising sun as it sparkled on the leaves adorning her garden. Soon she would have to go back inside and start her work but this time without Bluebird for the weaving as she was busy. Mother had told her that together with the weaving for the Regeneris code, she also had to undertake a more compelling and difficult work which consisted of mastering the spirals of Life. Until now, Bluebird had simply helped her with unweaving and reweaving together differently strands of her DNA before she affronted the spirals but now she would have to do more extensive work alone in view of the transformation of her Self.
The first time that Mama Jain had come in contact with the spirals of Life, it was like as if a giant snake had bit her and then whipped her out of her senses while holding her in its mouth. She had felt herself rise shooting towards the sky before a giant freefall until she could balance herself and still herself to avoid continuing the freefall. The coil that had seemed like a giant snake seemed to be glaring at her while she hovered in the skies and she knew that she would have to come back towards it and hold on to it until it did not whip her around anymore. Time and time again she had held on to the coil while it thrashed her around between myriads of light particles and portions of shadow that seemed to attempt to cling on to her.
Mama Jain walked slowly towards her chair realizing that this time it could be even more difficult as Bluebird was not even there to help her with the initial weaving that infused her with more light and diminished the quantity of shadows that tried to cling on to her. She sat in her chair, assumed the inward position and started swaying to the frequency that was building up. Her hands initially rolled into the form of an O started slowly extending and weaving something before she felt them hook on to the coils and be twisted into various twirling positions as she felt the energy coursing through her arms and body.
Twirling and turning, her body one with the coursing energy now, she could feel herself soaring into the air, right through the edge of her skull. She held on to the spirals as they vibrated, twirled and turned and slowly she herself became the spirals as she watched herself split into two parts which were whole parts of her. The two parts danced above her head, twirling and turning and soaring as she followed them into the blinding light that filled her brain and rushed out of her sockets. Higher and higher she danced the spirals going through her sockets and coming back through her mouth before hitting the pit of her stomach and rising again. The light spirals raged twirling and turning, shooting throughout Mama Jain, spurting out of her and delving back inside her before they stilled all of a sudden and all she could feel and hear was her heartbeats slowed down it seemed a hundred times.
Mama Jain looked out of her eye and felt the love of the light caressing her now, no longer wild spirals raging in a twirling dance but an iridescent lake of light where she felt her body glide and be caressed by the waters. As she waded through the waters, shimmering coils playfully twirled around her cajoling the particles of what she discovered seemed to be her own body. The two parts of her reunited with her in a hiss as the coils integrated them into her. She felt something stir inside of her as she sensed her foot back down so many miles away touch the ground and she felt herself falling, slowly fading away from the light as curtains of shadows started falling across her sight.
Suddenly, with a jolt she felt herself back on the chair again, the energy still coursing through her body, her hands still clinging on to the two coiling spirals of light that resumed their dancing but in a much slower mode. Again, she felt her heartbeat pounding, surrounding her but beating much quicker than it had been before and she felt her face stinging. As her hands slowly moved with the spirals, she could feel the breeze that accompanied them cooling her body and realised that she seemed to have been sweating profusely. The spirals twirled again slower before her hands twined them into her belly where they simmered slowly before becoming fully still again.
Phoenix Flying 8: Quantum multiplication and Gaia healing
23 April 2017
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.
Mama Jain and Bluebird’s rainmaking stage was a happy memory that they invoked vividly whenever things around them went out of sync. Mama Jain in particular was very fond of that moment and even more of the preceding moment when they had visited the fields of gold. The shimmering bubbles had reminded her of the time when the Ancestors were directly within reach. Nowadays the Ancient were so difficult to reach and it took light years of heart and large quantities of energy to travel through time’s restraints and feel their love. Mama Jain and Bluebird were nevertheless determined to have it showered upon Earth and not just momentarily like when they invoked the photon rains but on a regular basis so that they could bring the crystals to light and connect the Grid better.
During the day, both Mama Jain and Bluebird went on with their daily tasks while all the while their inner mind was brimming with the accumulation of the energy that their bodies expanded with. In the mornings, Mama Jain would go to her window in order to receive the light, a term she had coined to explain the Morse code of intermittent light and shadows that were projected on her closed eyes from the skies after she had been probed and tested for fitness. Every time Mama Jain went through an episode of receiving the light, she realised that she acquired more insight on a large number of matters and though it came effortlessly, she also realised that subsequent to that effortless penetration of her eyes, there was a more intricate weaving that happened within her mind, heart and body that connected all the points of light received and transformed them into messages waiting to be decoded.
What had started as a violent storm was now settling into a elated state of being where Mama Jain was surprised and delighted to see greater amounts of insight and knowledge being packed into what she had initially thought of as an already crammed brain. It all seemed as if the knowledge was not limiting itself to her brain but was diffusing all across her body and expanding into it as her body itself expanded and shrank absorbing and exhaling the knowledge through its pores. Together with the reception of the light and its intricate weaving of patterns within her, Mama Jain realised that there was yet another process which was the diffusion of points of light into the ether and when she looked at those points with her heart’s eye, she realised that it was like an energetic bubble that she herself was building all around her. Sometimes, the energy levels in her body were so strong that instead of weaving yet another part of the bubble she actually let the energy implode inside of her sending fireballs outside of her but when she was quick enough she was still able to retrieve the balls and transform them into the energy tapestry all around her.
On some occasions, Mother visited her when she was performing the dance of the stars and the dance of consciousness and rectified certain portions of the web she was weaving. Mother’s visits to Mama Jain were always such a source of bliss that Mama Jain found herself crying every time Mother came. There was no possible description of the utter feeling of love that pervaded her when Mother bloomed from within her reaching out with her delicate fingers and catching threads of energy to weave them in a pattern that Mama Jain’s mind failed to recognize although her heart knew it was the perfect pattern to weave. It was during visits like these that Mother informed her that all the knowledge stored inside her would need to be individually plucked and routed according to the chaos dance movements to the right individual as Mother would see fit. Mother explained to Mama Jain that the Earth was not yet ready to have all that knowledge released and would only cause great damage to mankind if it were indiscriminately released or even worse, released to the wrong factions. Mother also explained to her that the first stage of quantum state had been a brain segmentation to ensure that all the knowledge downloaded from the Ancient ones would never be seized despite the free will of Mama Jain but could only be granted within the realization of unconditional love. Mama Jain therefore understood that the plucking was not a random act although it followed the movements of the chaos dance but the individual on the path of that chaos dance had necessarily acquired a level of consciousness that would not allow him or her to use the knowledge acquired for anything else than the good of humanity as a whole. Mama Jain sometimes thought that it was a real pity not to be able to use all that knowledge stored inside or give it in a broader way but Mother reminded her of how they had had to wind back from the brink of destruction because of an indiscriminate granting of a larger portion of the knowledge that had started earlier. Sometimes, Mama Jain granted a bit more during the plucking when she was dancing the dance of consciousness but other times she plucked nothing at all as no human mind worthy of the knowledge encountered her inner mind’s view. Whenever a new revolutionary invention that brought forward mankind appeared on Earth, Mama Jain was happy with the thought that either she or some other being in quantum state had plucked the related knowledge through the eternal consciousness and distributed it to the world and so she decided that regardless of the circumstances of her external surroundings, she would never fail to receive the light and weave it internally so as to connect the synaptic points that brought forth the knowledge of the Ancient.
So it was that every day, Mama Jain stayed at her window, receiving the light, weaving it across her separate self and sometimes distributing portions of the woven tapestry to other separate selves for birthing new creations into the world. Sometimes, Mama Jain would fleetingly see shadows of other beings undertaking the same process as she was and she would feel overwhelmed with the love the tribe instantly shared with her and that she reciprocated from the bottom of her heart. The tribe was distributed in points across the globe and she yearned to travel to them physically and engage with them in actual conversation rather than only in the inner mind feeling but she knew that she could not do it with all of them all at once. The most crucial contact though was to reach the first of the tribe in Australia and undertake the twining of the second sun together as Mother had told her that was the first step in the path to an even higher state of consciousness which would then allow more of the knowledge to be distributed freely. Mama Jain did not know how exactly this would happen but realised that whether through physical or quantum means the journey would definitely be undertaken and the second sun would be twined upon Earth, inevitably.