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Suite No. 10, First Movement

NOTHING BUT LIES

Words and Music by Jim Robbins
 

 

 

 

 

Lies, nothing but lies.
Lies from the left, lies from the right.
Lies about goodness, lies about evil,
Lies that make my throat sore.
Lies that make me feel safe.
Lies that make me afraid,
Lies about life, lies about death,
Lies, nothing but lies.

But now I have a key to unlock
The mysteries of the past,
The secrets of space and time,
A key that dangles
From a delicate chain,
A weapon that cuts through deception,
A sacred tool that spins the truth.
I am letting go of all the lies—
The veils just keep falling,
So now I know a truth
That no one will ever believe.
I know a truth that no one will ever believe.

 

 

Lies, nothing but lies.
But now I have a key to unlock
The mysteries of the past,
The secrets of space and time,
A key that dangles
From a delicate chain,
A weapon that cuts through deception,
A sacred tool that spins the truth.
So now I know a truth
That no one will ever believe.

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245 and J21 (googlemaps.com)

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PENDULUM DREAMS: PART ONE

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   A few weeks after we first met, Amber gave me a pendulum. Below a jade weight, a silver pentagram dangled at the end of a delicate chain, and according to Amber, the pendulum would answer any yes or no question that I might ask. She showed me how to “program” the pendulum by commanding it to spin clockwise if the answer is “yes” and counterclockwise if the answer is “no,” and I soon experienced some startling revelations. According to Amber, my soul was answering the questions because it has access to far more information than the incarnated personality, which is limited by the five senses as well as by space and time.
  Beyond this point, you are unlikely to believe much of what I say.
  I have experienced more than a few paranormal experiences as well as an experience of what I would consider an alternate reality, which I am almost certain continues to be my reality now.
  The alternate reality consists of the inexplicable disappearance of a significent physical feature in the landscape--an asphalt road. Oddly, I discovered the road's mysterious disappearance only a week after my wife had left me (after thirty years of marriage).
  My ex-wife and I had traveled that road several times, but now absolutely no evidence remains of its existence. Imagine a home or a school in your neighborhood suddenly vanishing after being physically present there for decades, and no one else remembers it--or that you were married to a woman for thirty years, and suddenly she disappears, and no one you know remembers her, and you are forced to question which is real--your memory or your current reality, which no longer seems real.
  My pendulum keeps spinning clockwise, always insisting that my memory is real, but in my current reality, I have no way to prove it.
  Sunday is my day for adventure in the foothills. One Sunday recently I asked my pendulum where I should head, and by going through the usual process of asking yes/no questions, I finally figured out that my soul wanted to travel into the foothills farther north on 245 than I have ever gone before. That day, therefore, I continued north on a treacherous section of 245 that winds northeast toward Badger. After awhile, tired of the challenging road, I stopped at a restaurant called "Baker Mountain House" perched on the mountainside. As I sat in my car in the parking lot trying to figure out if I should continue, I noticed nearby a sign for Junction 21 (J21) south. I thought that perhaps my soul knew of a remote area near that road that I could explore, so I asked my pendulum if I should head south on J21. The pendulum spun closckwise. The answer, in other words, was "yes." I hoped to find some Native American village sites in the area but encountered too many houses and ranches in the area, so I gave up on trespassing. As I travelled south on J21, I suddenly remembered the asphalt road that connected J21 with 245, but I couldn't find any sign of it. By the time I reached the Kaweah River, I began to believe that my pendulum had wanted me to understand that reality had changed--the connection between J21 and 245 had vanished as if it had never existed. I couldn't help but conclude at that moment that I had entered an alternate reality.
  The next day, I checked googlemaps.com and realized that over a decade ago I had driven south on Junction 21 three times, once with my wife and twice by myself, to the Kaweah River--but from some other point--in other words, from the missing asphalt road, miles south of the restaurant perched on the hill. I was also confused because no asphalt road connected 245 with J21 in the satellite images.
  To my great astonishment, my pendulum insisted that the following Sunday I should travel 245 south to Woodlake and from there over to J21, this time to head north on J21, which I had never done before. Since my pendulum had so far never steered me wrong, I followed its directions on my next Sunday adventure.
  I had the overwhelming feeling that something was terribly wrong, which only increased my curiosity because my pendulum had always given me good advice.
  As I headed north on J21 from the Kaweah River, I remembered the stream just east of the road. At one point, however, after the yellow stripes on J21 disappeared and the road narrowed and the hill became much steeper, I began to feel like I should have by that time already found the asphalt road that connects or once connected J21 with 245. I continued north anyway, determined to find a road connecting J21 west with 245. When I finally reached Baker Mountain House on 245, I realized that I had either somehow missed the connection--or it no longer existed--or never existed. I felt sure that at that point that I was in an alternate reality--an alteration of reality that very few people would notice, the way few people would notice that your relationship with another person had ended.
  I carefully checked the satellite images on googlemaps.com again, searching for anything that might have once been a public-access highway connecting 245 with J21, without success. I could only find faint dirt roads weaving through ranchlands in the satellite images--treacherous private roads winding around and up and down, but definitely not connecting 245 with J21.

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245, J21 and Lake Kaweah (googlemaps.com)

 

 

 

   My wife and I had often traveled Freeway 99 south through the Central Valley, then east on 201, then over to 245 to Woodlake and beyond that to the North Fork of the Kaweah River. The only explanation for me at least of the inexplicable disappearance of the highway was that there was once a connection with J21 where 201 connects with 245 at Elderwood (See map above), but there is absolutely no evidence of any former connection. I have found pounding stones in the foothills in satellite images, but I could not find anything resembling a former asphalt highway that directly connected J21 with 245. If I am right, the question remains: Why would anyone bulldoze miles of a perfectly good asphalt road when he or she could have simply put up a gate if the road had somehow become his or her private property?
  I traveled J21 south one more time, and during that long, careful search, I could find no connection between J21 and 245, nor could I, for the life of me, remember how I got to the point of J21 where years ago I must have turned right off of the asphalt road several times, heading to the Kaweah River--as if parts of my memory had been totally wiped. I suppose it's within the realm of possibility that a rancher had purchased the land and bulldozed miles of road, but inexplicably I couldn't remember where the highway was--even though I have developed a keen, almost photographic memory of everywhere I travel because I am always searching foothill areas to find wildflowers and Native American sites. I can even tell you where I have seen certain birds and where different wildflowers bloom each year. I remember seeing rare wind poppies on a J21 embankment one year, and to this day, I can still tell you exactly where it was, for instance.
  I still can only make conjectures as I gaze again and again at the satellite images showing only treacherous dirt roads between J21 and 245. I finally asked my pendulum about the disappearance of the road. I asked my pendulum if God can change reality any time, and the answer was "yes." Which gives meaning to the old saying, "Faith can move mountains." I can only wonder how many other aspects of my reality have changed--like relationships with other people. Some old relationships now seem like they never existed.
  About the time of my search for the connection, my wife, after thirty years of marriage, had moved away to Florida. I sold my house to free up some money for my new life as a bachelor and ended up purchasing a condominium in a building that on the outside resembles a five-star hotel. The units are attractive but the hallways occasionally make me feel like I am residing in a desolate hell of my own making. Since I didn’t have any friends, I started attending a New Thought Community Church, and there I met Amber at an “Illumination Meditation” meeting. Though approaching the end of middle age, I had hoped at least to develop a friendship, if not a lasting romantic relationship, with a spiritually inclined person. Like me, Amber chewed on New Age philosophies, but the last thing I wanted to do was break up her marriage, especially since my wife had hooked up with an old flame who had dodged the draft during the Vietnam War. He had fled to Canada when they were both eighteen, and she had found him online over five decades later. He hadn’t hesitated for a moment to break up my marriage, and I certainly didn’t want to be in any way like that.
  I have survived more than a few paranormal experiences, some of which were quite terrifying, and I was hoping that I might receive some insights and advice from members of the meditation group. At first I was reticent, but during the second Illumination Meditation meeting that I attended, Bran, our teacher, guided us through a remote viewing session. First, we all imagined ourselves experiencing the 9/11 attack on the World Trade Center, paying close attention especially to the different sounds. Bran then told us to go back in time several days before the attack. Suddenly I envisioned people in what appeared to be white hazmat suits planting explosive devices in the buildings. Bran fixed his gaze on me and mentioned that hazardous waste teams were ostensibly cleaning up asbestos contamination in the buildings at the time. He asked if I had noticed the logo on the hazmat suit. I told him that it looked like a light-blue, incomplete circle. He nodded. Amber blurted out that she also had noticed the logo, as well as little gray men scurrying around people who were planting the devices. To my surprise, Bran smiled and claimed that a secret government agency had worked with aliens to bring down the World Trade Center.

Four of Swords
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Suite No. 10, Second Movement


SONGS AND WHISPERS

Words and Music by Jim Robbins
 

 

Once I believed that I should just keep searching
for treasures and pleasures and deafening distractions.
Then I thought that I heard the faintest whisper, a message
rising through my soul and into my heart. For a moment
the message almost formed into words,
but I lost it in the noise and confusion.

 

 

Again, and again, I felt sudden downloads into my soul--
messages that never quite made it to my brain.
I was afraid of the words that I might hear. I thought
that they would change me or make me strange.
And I ran far but never far enough. I would find a flower
or feel the rain or be immersed in a deep message
that flowed, like breath, from a tree into my soul--
a peace beyond understanding.

 


Finally, I just stopped running.
I stayed still and felt the voice
rising like a song into my heart
until I could transcribe the meaning.

I am no longer afraid the words will ever harm me.
 


The messages flow from the Source of all Creation,
messages of love and peace and oneness and splendor.
And I just keep listening to the faintest songs, to whispers
rising through my soul and heart and into my conscious mind.

 

 

 

 

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Satellite Image: Pounding Stones and Ancient Trail in Yokohl Valley (googlemaps.com)
 

 

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PENDULUM DREAMS: PART TWO

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   Bran asked us why we thought the people behind the false flag operation had targeted the Twin Towers. I conjectured that it was all about justifying wars in the Middle East, which profited the oil industry and the private corporations connected with the military-industrial complex. Amber calmly stated that she felt it was somehow more nefarious than that. After addressing a number of possibilities, Bran finally announced that the elites were revealing the absolute power they have over this country; they can make up alternate realities, no matter how outlandish, and attack any number of countries whenever it is in their interests, all the while manipulating the media to get the masses to believe anything they say. Above all, the operation has proven to be an extremely successful mind control experiment, Bran concluded.
  While Bran was rambling on, Amber looked at me inquisitively for the first time. After the meeting, she congratulated me for impressing everyone during the remote-viewing session, and I realized that we had the potential to form a friendship based on our spiritual abilities—no common bond in this society. I, by that point, could not help but realize that I was getting a tiny bit lonelier every day, so I asked her if she would like to get together at Starbucks for a cup of coffee later in the week, which is where she gave me the pendulum. We had a lively chat about various spiritual topics, during which she gave me some helpful pointers about the pendulum. For instance, she explained that people have free will; therefore the future is like a sea of possibilities, which means that predictions about the future are often unreliable because the pendulum can only make predictions based on current trends and conditions. However, my friend claimed that the pendulum is accurate about past events and spiritual matters. Right then and there in Starbucks, I asked the pendulum if aliens had participated in the false flag operation that had brought down the Twin Towers. Answer: Yes. My friend chortled and lightly slapped my hand, causing the pendulum to spin wildly.
  When I first began using the pendulum on my own, I recognized a slight pressure rising from within, like a voice yelling from a black box buried deep inside me. I had experienced that sensation before but had always ignored it. After working with the pendulum for a while, I truly began to believe that some other dimension of my self would occasionally attempt to convey urgent messages. I soon concluded that the pendulum is a reliable tool that enables my soul to communicate with my conscious mind. So when I would have a strong, unexpected feeling or image in my mind, with pendulum in hand, I would ask a question that might result in a significant message from my soul, and I would often receive an answer that jibed with my intuition.
  At first, I didn't treat the pendulum seriously. I asked the pendulum any questions that occurred to me, from the mundane to the bizarre. Then I began asking questions that I had suppressed in my subconscious mind because I didn’t think that they could ever be answered. A few years ago, for instance, my mother, at the age of 90 (when she was still lucid), had blurted out that I was adopted. Noticing the look of shock on my face, my mother immediately retracted the claim, insisting that she was only joking. Knowing the power of the pendulum, I, of course, could not resist asking it for the truth. The pendulum spun clockwise, indicating that my mother had indeed attempted to confess the truth before she died.
  One image that had repeatedly popped into my mind recently was of a bird with a bright red head, a yellow breast, and black wings. I had first seen the bird forty years ago. I was in college at the time on a day trip with my new girlfriend. She turned out to be a sociopath, a pathological liar who did everything in her power to traumatize my son--and me in the process. (I admit to a certain amount of naivete while in college.) That day, after reaching the other side of the hill on a crumbling, narrow road with a memorable stretch of tortuous switchbacks, I stopped the car under a huge tree. Tired, I stepped out of the car for some fresh air and noticed a stunning red-headed bird in the tree above us. I quietly urged my girlfriend to get out of the car. She saw the bird and smiled but demanded that I turn the car around and take her home. Years after I broke up with her, I became an avid birdwatcher and discovered the bird's name: Western Tanager. I have since discovered that the male Western Tanager will often distract potential predators by remaining on a branch just out of reach.

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Map with 198 and Yokohl Valley Drive, lower right (googlemaps.com)

 

 

 

   Because the sighting of that particular Western Tanager kept recurring in my mind, I asked my pendulum if I should head back to the area of the sighting. After forty years, I had no idea where it was, so I tried google.maps and eventually discovered that Yokohl Valley Drive in the foothills south of the Kaweah River contains a stretch of serpentine switchbacks. Coincidentally, one route from Fresno to the Yokohl Valley is 245 to 198, the same 245 on which I had recently searched unsuccessfully for a connection with Junction 21. (See previous post.)
  As I drove through Yokohl Valley the following Sunday, I felt a presence, somehow sure that Native Americans had once occupied the valley. I ended up stopping under a huge tree on the other side of the hill, not sure if it was where I had parked four decades before. I didn't sight any birds that day. Almost as disappointed as I had been forty years before, I headed home--without understanding why my soul had desired to return to that spot.
  I went online and found a satellite image of a large Native American village site within Yokohl Valley. I have realized from bitter experience that in the age of cellphones, trespassing is nearly impossible; neighbors will often drive by your parked car and call the land owner, who will attempt to catch you in the act of committing a misdemeanor, so if you trespass nowadays you have at most only a few minutes to explore an area.
  I remained disappointed until I performed my ritual the following day. During a deep dive into my subconscious, I discovered that the original trip forty years ago wound through both the past and my future. My pendulum confirmed that many years ago--thousands of years perhaps--I was a budding shaman at a village in the Yokohl Valley. A psychic friend once told me that I have experienced ten lifetimes within a spiritual tradition. My pendulum verified that my experience in Yokohl Valley was the first of the ten. Way back then in the distant past, I worked mainly with the equal-armed cross and only in later lifetimes began ritually employing the pentagram.
  In other words, on the original trip on the long and winding road, I ended up sighting a stunning bird that would later inspire me to get into birdwatching, a hobby that has led me in this lifetime on ancient trails to Native American village sites all over the mountains.

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Yokohl Valley Drive Switchbacks (googlemaps.com)

 

 

 

   "The Long and Winding Road," by the Beatles, by the way, was coincidentally one of my favorite songs when I was in college. The long and winding road in Yohohl Valley that I drove forty years ago and again recently turned out to be a synchronistic journey containing profound revelations about my soul's history.
  In college, I was an agnostic, believing that life amounted to an inscrutable series of events--that a self-centered sociopath could quickly make unbearable. I learned a valuable lesson from my ex-girlfriend, however. I became keenly aware of the sociopathic tendencies of people clawing for success in a society that conditions us to fight each other to achieve the American Dream--which until recently has included the institution of slavery and the widespread practice of genocide as acceptable means of achieving that "dream."

Eight of Swords
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Suite No. 10, Third Movement

MESSAGES EVERYWHERE

Words and Music by Jim Robbins
 

 

 

 

 

Messages everywhere, in the sky,
in ocean waves, in rivers, in leaves,
and grass, and fire. Everywhere I’ve seen messages
of love and oneness and wholeness and grace.

 

 

But now I have heard dark messages for so long,
messages of rage and hatred and fear, that I
instead see those messages in the water and air
and earth and fire. But when I turn back to you,

 

 

I feel messages of kindness and compassion
and love and understanding again in my heart,
and I send messages of light and love back to you
until we are one in spirit, purified and unified

 

 

and whole, and suddenly the world
is whole again, and the water and fire
and air and earth are all part
of one great tapestry.


 

 

 

 

PENDULUM DREAMS: Part Three
 

 

 

 

   The pendulum at first impressed me as totally accurate, and it soon became my most trusted adviser. If you have not been initiated into the Mysteries, by life or a by a master, you will no doubt consider this story about my pendulum to be the strangest of fictions. I assure you, however, that I am being as truthful to you as my pendulum is to me. In fact, I encourage you to buy or make your own pendulum to check the information in this story if you don't believe me. If you continue to use the pendulum, you might discover, as I did, that the voice that rises through your soul into your conscious mind is sometimes from the Source of all creation....
  After the pendulum revealed that my parents had adopted me, I remembered a bizarre event that had occurred when I was five or six. One night before I went to bed, my mother poured out a tablespoon of molasses as my father hovered over her. I had no clue about why they needed to give me molasses or why my father felt the need to supervise. My parents claimed that it was like medicine but better tasting. After they had tucked me in bed and turned off the light, my body began arranging itself into insane positions, with a leg above my head and an arm sticking out of my ribs, for instance. Though very young, I realized that I was losing my mind, and I screamed for help. My parents, both smiling, stepped through my bedroom door and assured me that I was only having a bad dream, and they encouraged me to go back to sleep.
  I wanted to yell that I had never actually gone to sleep, but my father turned off the light and closed the door, and my body immediately continued contorting itself into impossible positions until I blacked out. I woke up standing in the middle of the family room with the TV on full blast. I was suddenly conscious that I was screaming about how I was not able to carry the TV on my back anymore. My parents guided me to bed, assuring me that I was just having another bad dream and that I would be fine in the morning.
  I soon found out that Amber, skilled at remote viewing, also reads the Akashic Records, which is a sort of library in another dimension where memories of experiences in all dimensions are stored. After I discovered that I was adopted, I naturally desired to find out who my birth parents were, so I asked if she could find any record in the cosmic library. At the time, I wasn’t expecting credible results, but Amber discovered far more than I had imagined she could. She informed me that I have experienced a process of initiation into the Mysteries over the course of ten lifetimes. I was a Magus in my previous lifetime and wove the knowledge of the symbols of the mystical Tree of Life into the fabric of my being, as if I had threaded them through my DNA, so that I would have visions of them when I was ready and eventually remember my mission as a spiritual warrior who maintains balance on different levels in the subtle realms. My real parents were part of that mystical tradition but were killed in what appeared to be an accident before I had formed any memories of them. According to Amber, my parents were murdered by members of a shadow project formed by the government after WWII. Occultist’s in that shadow agency could also see the history of my soul and have experimented on me in various ways since I was two years old. Amber, at that point in the reading, became exhausted and could no longer continue. My pendulum verified that the information was true, but I didn't know at that point what to make of it all.
  At this point in our society's health and economic crisis, I often hear despair in the voices of commentators on liberal talk shows. They recognize the evil in our political system but don't understand that evil is a spiritual problem, not a political one. Unfortunately, many liberals are agnostics or atheists and doubt that a spiritual dimension exists and therefore don't have a clue about how to keep evil from unravelling the fabric of society, which I'm sure many practitioners of black magic and Republicans and autocrats and fascists find amusing. People with knowledge can stop evil, but if I tried to tell talk-show hosts and pundits how to neutralize dark forces, they would not believe me anymore than you do.
  When I was seven years old, I learned how to wiggle my ears. Everyone in my family seemed wildly enthusiastic about my new ability, so I continued focusing on my new skill and soon discovered that I could wiggle one ear at a time. I experienced a surprising lack of enthusiasm, however, when I revealed this variation of ear wiggling to my family and friends—despite the fact that wiggling first one ear, then the other, had taken much longer to master than wiggling both ears at the same time.
  Like most children, I also learned how to whistle and snap my fingers, skills that I struggled to master. By the third grade, however, I was the best in my class at playing Simon Says. By the fourth grade, I could outrun everybody in school. In the fifth grade, while playing football at recess, I made several spectacular catches that greatly elevated my status. Without realizing it then, I was experiencing the power of my mind over my body.
  At the age of forty-two, I learned how to heal myself. After I mentally purified my chakras, I soon discovered that I could scan my personal energy field, or aura, for negative energies, and then with my imagination I could release the negative energies into the fires below the earth. Sometimes, physical symptoms emerged soon after I mentally eliminated the negative energies, the most remarkable example being the surfacing of a large boil in my armpit the day after I had mentally drained away streaks of black energy from under my arm. Two days later a pure white growth, the size of a musket ball, oozed out of the boil. I eventually repeated the same mental purification process two more times, first in one armpit, then in the other, and each time a round white ball popped out of a boil in a day or two.
  I remained an agnostic until I started meditating. After my spiritual awakening, I discovered that the physical body is only one aspect of the total human energy system. We have different types of subtle energy in our aura, each of which goes by different names in various spiritual traditions. Some traditions classify the different dimensions as the spiritual, mental, emotional, and physical levels of being. Other traditions have identified many subtle levels. All the different classifications can get confusing, unfortunately—-but one thing I know for certain, the activities of the mind, both conscious and subconscious, can affect all aspects of the human energy system. For instance, negative emotions repressed in the subconscious mind can surface as physical illness. Conversely, the conscious mind can eliminate negative energies in the subconscious, thereby avoiding serious physical illness, by draining those energies from the aura through a method of release that works for the individual.
  Humans have a natural healing power that is not known by many people—possibly because we are more easily controlled and exploited if we remain unaware that the human mind is so incredibly powerful.
  The imagination is the mind’s conscious connection to the different types of energy, both in the human energy field and the subtle world around us. For example, my subconscious mind’s way of revealing information about negative energy that might manifest as illness usually consists of showing black streaks or blots on the screen of my imagination. The imagination, if allowed, in addition to creating compelling images of the subtle energies within us, can personify the invisible forces around us, revealing subtle forces that the subconscious presents to the conscious mind as fantastic or uncommon forms that reveal the nature of the force, such as gods or demons or angels or werewolves or faeries. For instance, when I am in a natural place undisturbed by human beings, I might perceive in my mind’s eye an archetypal symbol such as an equal-armed cross on top of a pyramid, or (especially when I am near ancient Native American village sites) I might envision a goddess associated with a spring or a god of the hunt or a human-like spidery creature, for the forms of subtle forces fashioned by the human imagination often persist in physical locations for a long time. Archetypal symbols of harmony appear in my imagination when I am in pristine natural areas; fantastic (and sometimes horrific) human-like forms usually only appear in areas where humans continue to remain for a long time, such as a city.













 

 

 

 

 

Nine of Swords

 

 

 

 

   I should emphasize that I only began envisioning these forms in my imagination after I mentally purified my aura. Before then, negative energies veiled my inner vision and caused disruptive, incessant chatter in my conscious mind, making it instead a “monkey mind.” Like the figure in the Nine of Swords above, I would often project anger at people or groups that I didn’t really know, as if they were the cause of the negative energy in my aura. For instance, as a liberal Democrat, I would often become furious with Republicans.
  Negative energies dominate the energy fields of most people in modern society, and, unfortunately, many unhappy people target others who seem to them to be the cause of their negativity. Hate groups, especially, maintain a focus on a level of fear or hatred that can lead to mob mentality. Fear can cause group negativity that can quickly escalate into war—-at this point it could even lead to the annihilation of the entire human race.
  I should emphasize that I don’t take drugs. In fact, I don’t even take aspirin unless I am in agony. I believe now that drugs only mask negativity in the energy field while symptoms manifest to reveal disease. Unfortunately, we too often hand over our personal healing power to doctors, who often have no clue about what is troubling us and simply prescribe some type of medication that might not only mask the cause of the disease but also have serious side effects. This enables the for-profit medical industry to make tons of money from human suffering but often doesn’t help patients. I haven’t been to a doctor in decades, mainly because none of them could determine that gluten poisoning was killing me; after a few minutes of “consulting” with me, they prescribed some useless medication manufactured to counteract psychological distress. I once had an acquaintance, who was not even a doctor, immediately make the correct diagnosis of my condition after I had only given a short summary of my symptoms. Gluten eventually caused atrial fibrillation, a serious form of heart disease, as well as the low production of stomach acid, which meant that I couldn’t digest foods effectively, both together creating a condition that bordered on agony.
  Just as the Universal Energy Field contains different dimensions of energy, so does the human energy field. In the bible we find that man was made in God's image. "As above, so below" is a famous adage associated with the Hermetic tradition. Because the individual human energy field reflects the Universal Energy Field in terms of energetic frequencies, the human mind can access subtle cosmic forces of harmony. Many Shining Ones, of course, are extremely powerful and staggeringly intelligent—far more than human doctors or scientists. The human subconscious mind tends to give these awesome forces the form of angels or archangels or gods in the imagination. If a connection is made with one or more of these forces, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually, healing can occur in a way that some might consider miraculous—-when in fact it is a natural latent ability that the human mind can develop, an ability, I should add, that remains free for everyone. However, a person can also hand over his or her personal spiritual power to a spiritual leader or follow a redeemer or savior figure without making an authentic spiritual connection. To make harmonious changes spiritually you make a personal connection in the deepest dimensions of your own psyche, which can have the added benefit of increasing the understanding that all energy is divinely connected.
  According to different psychics, dark forces have targeted me for most of my life. A year before the pandemic began, dark forces were targeting me daily. After the pandemic began, dark forces targeted me twice daily on the average. It was obvious to me that evil was rising as the pandemic raged and the economy crumbled and people remained isolated. Fortunately I learned how to neutralize dark forces by working with spiritual powers of harmony.
  My parents both grew up during the Depression. My father and uncles, stationed in different parts of the world, endured the horrors of WWII. Two of them survived plane crashes that traumatized them for life. No matter what my pendulum reveals about my parents, I can't blame them for their actions based on fear. In the modern world, people have not been taught how to neutralize evil, and it has proven difficult, if not impossible, to mobilize effectively on a political level against evil without unnecessary carnage.
  We cannot stop evil or heal a sick political and economic system without first healing ourselves, physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually, and we cannot heal ourselves if we are regularly exposed to toxic chemicals and toxic thoughts and emotions and dark forces. The individual human mind, as I mentioned, is extremely powerful but remains powerless without knowledge.
  Working with powerful spiritual forces of harmony, we can neutralize much of the evil in the world. However, since many of us have been conditioned to believe that we are powerless spiritually and politically, our society is no doubt facing a grim future. If I ever feel hopeless, I remember that I experienced a spiritual awakening at the age of forty-two--during a terrible illness--and I remind myself that with the awesome powers of harmony, Archangels and Angels, I regularly neutralize dark subtle forces that attempt to make me lose my mind or put me in the ground.
  Let’s play Simon Says. Simon says wave your hand in the air and whistle. Simon says twirl around and snap your fingers. Simon says jump up and down and stick out your tongue. Simon says pat your head and tummy at the same time while standing on one leg. Simon says wiggle your ears. Simon says heal your body and heart and mind. Simon says always remember that you have that awesome power.

The Magician: Mercury
3legs
00:00 / 03:59

Suite No. 10, Fourth Movement

PENDULUM DREAMS, PART FOUR

 

DIVINITY ON TWO LEGS

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

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Who are we, who are we, who are we essentially
when the soiled veils of illusion drop away?
I am not my job, my car, my house, my clothes,
my furniture, or my bank account. I am a divine spark

 

 

in human form, a gleaming point in an awesome tapestry of light.
All the threads of energy in this living tapestry
are forms of light from one Source. I am not a doing
or what has been done to me. I am a being of light and love.

 

We are not our success or our losses. We are beings
of light and love. I am not my gender, my skin color,
my politics, or my resume. Oh, no, no, we are not that--
we are divine sparks on two legs.

 

I release suffering, trauma, upheaval and loss.
I release limiting thoughts, feelings, and beliefs.
With my mind I can release disease as easily
as I move my fingers and arms and legs.

 

Who are we, who are we, who are we essentially
when the soiled veils of suffering drop away?
We are radiant love shining on the cosmos
on an awesome tapestry of light. We are not our sickness

 

or our pain. We are beings of light and love.
We are not our mistakes or our heartaches. We are beings
of light and love. We are fires of spiritual love, divinity on two legs.
We are gleaming points in an awesome tapestry of light.

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Tarot Cards with the Infinity Symbol (Plus The Fool)

 

 

 

 

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   In the film Cold Souls, Paul Giamatti plays an actor burdened by nameless anxieties who arranges to have his soul extracted by the “Soul Storage Company.” His soul resembles a chickpea. Unlike Giamatti’s character in the movie, for many years I remained 99.9% sure that I didn’t have a soul, extractable or otherwise. My spiritual emergence occurred unexpectedly: I began meditating purely to relieve stress. I had no interest in ideas of God or the soul and no desire to have visions or to expand consciousness.
  I followed a suggestion in a book on meditation; after I began mentally purifying my chakras, I started having visions of spiritual symbols. One afternoon, after meditating for over an hour, I had a vision of a gray, horizontal figure-eight floating above my head. I could also clearly see the walls of my room, so I thought for a moment that I had opened my eyes. I blinked and the figure-eight disappeared. I had no idea what the vision signified, so I mused for a while and then forgot about it.
  A few days later at a bookstore, I felt an uncharacteristic desire to buy a pack of Tarot cards. Normally I would hang out in the Literature section of the bookstore, but that day I browsed the New Age section and found a book on the Tarot and an attractive deck, the Universal Waite Tarot. As the cashier was ringing up the items, he confided that he had been thinking about "getting back into" the Tarot himself. Not knowing quite how to respond, I paused, and then suddenly the word "synchronicity" popped out of my mouth. I confess that I wasn't even sure what the word meant. The cashier smiled as he handed me my purchase, and I then drove to another store on a different errand. Before I got out of the car, I flipped through the book and stopped at a page that contained a striking photo of Carl Jung. I read the text below and discovered that Carl Jung had coined the term synchronicity to suggest how events in the external world can significantly mirror the symbolic world of the subconscious mind. In other words, events are not just connected by causality, but also by meaning.
  I then opened the pack of Tarot cards. The second card I encountered, called “The Magician,” contains an image of a man with a gray, horizontal figure-eight floating above his head. I flipped through the book to a description of "The Magician" and discovered that the gray figure-eight is known as the infinity symbol and represents the infinity of the cosmos as well as the knowledge of the infinitude within.
  No one could have been more amazed than I was at that point. During meditation I had tuned to another dimension and had envisioned a symbol that a few days later surfaced in "real" life, and I soon discovered that the symbol system of the Tarot dovetails in every way with the mystical symbol system known as the Tree of Life. I had envisioned symbols from the Tarot and the Tree of Life before I had opened the Tarot deck, which now makes perfect sense: the Tree of Life is an expanded version of the primary chakra system, and by that time I had spent many hours in meditation mentally purifying my chakras, the energy centers of my aura. My higher self, no longer blocked by veils of negativity, was communicating with my conscious mind through archetypal symbols that revealed spiritual principle. Through the symbols of the Tarot and the Tree of Life, I am now often keenly aware of the infinitude within, which has an extremely positive effect on me and everyone around me. Before that I was pessimistic, cynical, and generally a real chore to be around.
  I first envisioned a golden, equal-armed cross with an angel at each end. The second vision was of a golden plate and cup on a pure white tablecloth—-floating in the cup a large pearl turned ceaselessly around and around. The pearl confused me, but one day I read the parable about the pearl of great price: the pearl represents soul consciousness, one part in Air (the conscious mind), the other in Water (the subconscious mind). The third vision consisted of a plain, golden crown. Since even at that time I was still an agnostic, my conscious mind took a long time to process what my higher self, which had been buried a long time in my subconscious mind, was trying to reveal to me.
  By my early forties, I had experienced enough treachery and deceit to make anyone cynical for several lifetimes. I did not have any reason to feel hopeful about humanity. I was pessimistic to the point of despair—-if I had fallen asleep during meditation, my subconscious mind was more likely to manufacture nightmares than glowing, golden symbols. During my meditations, however, I was totally awake, but in a state of consciousness that I had never experienced before. My conscious mind in the visionary state tapped into a realm that transcended my limited personality, presenting symbols of what to me at the time was an inscrutable optimism about our essence, what many over the centuries have labeled the “soul.” The golden symbols reveal the harmony, abundance, and magnificence of the human spirit.

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   After mentally emptying trash for many hours from my crown chakra, I concluded that we are all divine. When I finished emptying the trash from my head, I envisioned a brilliant white flower with numerous petals. I believed at first that it was a rose, but a voice in my head clearly stated, “Lotus.” I went online and discovered that the thousand-petaled lotus is a symbol associated with the crown chakra. Besides helping us survive in this challenging physical realm, the chakras also connect us to other spiritual dimensions, the crown chakra being the main point of connection with the Source of all Creation.
  My spiritual emergence revealed that each one of us is a being of light and love, divinity on two legs--in an awesome tapestry of light. The Tree of Life, which contains thirty-two paths of enlightenment, reveals the archetypal energies of both the personal and Universal energy fields. The goal of the mystic who works within the system of the Qabalah is to "build the Tree of Life in the aura," in other words, to awaken the archetypal energies within the personal energy field in order to complete the Great Work: Union with God.
  The Tarot corresponds with the Tree of Life in every conceivable way, The Magician representing Path 12 on the Tree, for instance. The thousand-petaled lotus is associated with Path 1, the Crown of Creation. The balanced cross appears in several positions on the Tree; my research revealed that my vision of the equilateral cross with angels at each end symbolically represents two essential occult rituals, one for banishing and one for invoking, the indistinct angels actually representing the great Archangels of the Elements. I, of course, began performing the rituals, awkwardly at first, but I nevertheless ended up invoking the Archangel Raphael and found myself in a thought bubble of such amazing complexity and experienced such a profound sense of eternity that I felt like an amoeba in comparison to the awesome "Healer of God." As I was falling asleep the next evening, I was shaken so violently that I thought I was going to die. No one else was in the room. Then I was nudged hard four times in the ribs as I was again falling asleep. Again, no one else was in the room, at least no entity that I could see.
  Amber and I continued to meet about once a week at Starbucks, and she seemed to believe everything I told her, no matter how bizarre. She confided that spiritual development is a matter of being open not just to the light but to the darkness. She also claimed that a lot of people work really hard on their "get into heaven plan" while also trying really, really hard not to be aware of the spiritual dimension because of all of the weird shit one might encounter. She said the soul knows the truth, which is often difficult to accept or understand; the truth will set you free and also get your name placed on a lot of shit lists....
  I found out years after I grew up that my father during the time of my hallucination was working for the defense department. I, of course, couldn’t help but ask the pendulum if my parents had dosed me with hallucinogens when I was a young child. The pendulum answered yes. Then I asked the pendulum if my parents had been conducting some kind of government experiment on me. My intuition was again correct: yes. Amber believed me. Bran mentioned once that the government over the years has leveraged parents to experiment on adopted children.
  Not long after my traumatic hallucination, my family moved to a house in Walnut Creek. For the first time, I had my own room. Before then, I had slept with my brother in a queen-sized bed. The first three nights in our new home, I felt terrified, not only because I was sleeping alone for the first time but also because each of those first three nights, a few minutes after my parents had tucked me in, a brilliant light beamed through my window, and men in white space suits moved through the walls toward me. Each of those first three nights, I leapt out of bed thinking I might escape but then blacked out just before they reached me-—at the moment of my greatest terror. After each intrusion, I woke up in my bed the next morning, refreshed, ready for a new day.
  I asked the pendulum if aliens had abducted me during those first three nights at the new house. The answer: yes. I then asked if aliens and the government had been experimenting on me. Again, yes. I am a reasonable man, not prone to believing in conspiracy theories straight out of The X-files, so the pendulum’s responses were more than a little disconcerting. Down through the years, I have often wondered how anyone could walk through walls, which is one aspect of the experience that for me has always cast doubt on the credibility of my memory. Amber suggested that I ask Bran about it at the next Illumination Meditation meeting. He explained that aliens can shift vibrational frequencies so that they can move through physical objects. Snapping his fingers, he also claimed that aliens can make people black out in less than a second. Bran suggested that the government was probably experimenting on me with alien technology, no doubt while aliens supervised. He even admitted that aliens have abducted him on more than one occasion, but he didn’t provide any details.

The Devil: Capricorn
5driv
00:00 / 04:24

A DREAM OF DEMONS

Words and Music by Jim Robbins
 

 

 

 

 

Leathery, withered skin; frayed, ragged wings;
emaciated, bat-like faces. You might see demons
in your mind’s eye before they attack, especially
if they wish to terrify before they shake or choke

 

 

or prod or poke or hold you down to ravage the heart
or ruin the gut. The smarter ones
avoid showing themselves at all: They only bring an aura
of malice and oppression to amplify feelings of fear,

 

 

hatred, guilt, anger, failure, loneliness, and desolation
to assist you on a descent into a deep, dark hole.
The worst don’t even cause pain or negative feelings.
They just flood your aura with horrible, dark energy

 

 

that eventually shows up as a fatal illness.
They love to attack the vulnerable during times
of illness or depression or loneliness or grief.
You cannot fight the monsters. That only causes

 

 

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Your best bet is to neutralize them with invincible forces
of harmony and love in your soul, which connect you
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PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Five
 

 

 

 

 

   My parents, as I was growing up, were almost always cold or distant. I asked the pendulum if my parents had resented me. Answer: yes. I asked if the government had forced my parents to adopt me. Yes. My father, I remembered, never once spoke about his experiences in the army. In fact, I once noticed his uniform hanging in the closet while he was getting ready for work, and I asked him about it. He glared at me with both shame and anger on his face, commanding me never to look in his closet again. Had my father done something improper or illegal while in the army in WWII? Yes.
  When I was only eight, an uncharacteristic feeling of disconnection cut through me so profoundly that I believed I might die of loneliness. I began engaging in negative self-talk. Fifty years later, pendulum in hand, I wondered if the sense of disconnection had been caused by the experimental drugs. Yes. But I suddenly had an intuition that there might be another reason as well.
  So I blurted out a question, the answer to which will no doubt cause you to question my sanity. According to my pendulum, the experimental hallucinogens also opened up my psychic senses so that I became more sensitive to the subtle energies around me.
  Few people, of course, believe that spiritual entities intrude upon our reality. In this society especially if you admit that you have encountered ghosts, demons, or angels, you might end up as a text-book case of schizophrenia in some loony bin. Demons and ghosts and angels exist, however, and some demons and angels have great power and intelligence, far more than humans, in fact. Humans are like amoebas in comparison to Archangels. Most humans would not be able to recognize an Archangel any more than an amoeba would be able to recognize a human.
  Believing that subtle spiritual realms don’t exist is a pathological denial of reality that is perhaps the most common form of collective insanity in our culture, yet I, of course, would be diagnosed as having some form of psychosis if I told any doctors or psychologists about my experiences. It may therefore come as a surprise to a great many people that a significant percentage of “sensitive” people have learned how to work with spiritual entities, for good or for evil. This society’s denial and ignorance about such spiritual realities is, no doubt, a constant source of amusement to those who work in secret to ruin souls.
  Once I had a vision of the God Shiva dancing by the sea in the moonlight. He began spinning around so quickly that his arms resembled a circle of light, which soon transformed into a sparkling galaxy. Suddenly I was in outer space surrounded by innumerable galaxies of different colors and shapes and sizes. I floated peacefully in space for a while and then suddenly in my vision the cosmos collapsed to a single point of light, which grew smaller and smaller until I could barely see it at all. Floating in the blackness of space, I was not sure what to do, so I opened my eyes, and the vision ended.
  The more I muse upon this vision, the more I understand my insignificance. On the other hand, I also understand the incredible power of human consciousness: humans can view the cosmos from the perspective of God. As humans we have many opportunities for connection with different forms of life and consciousness, from the smallest flower to the vast, flowering cosmos itself. We can connect with the Source through love for people, nature, the arts, spiritual beings…for all energy is holy. But so often we find ourselves shrouded in veils of negativity.
  Before the pandemic, I was a member of a group that gathered every other week for a spiritual practice known as Deeksha. The master practitioners in this group took turns laying their hands on our heads to channel heavenly golden energy for a few minutes into the crown chakra of each one of us. Like the divine chi channeled by Reiki practitioners, Deeksha is an extremely high frequency energy that heals and balances and relaxes those who receive it. If a person continues with the practice of Deeksha long enough, the divine golden energy eventually rewires the brain to return the person to a state free of negativity, comparable to the brain of a new-born child. The liberated individual who reaches this state of innocence still retains all memories but can experience life without oppressive emotional and mental burdens.
  My Reiki friend also performs Deeksha and kindly invited me to one of the group meetings. From the beginning, I found that the energy had a profoundly calming effect on me, but I didn’t know much about the Deeksha tradition, except that it originated in India. At the third or fourth meeting, while my friend was laying her hands on my head, I had a vision of a blue man with more than two arms who was dancing on the seashore. At the end of each session, we would take turns describing our experience, and when I disclosed that I had envisioned a bluish dancing man with multiple arms, one of the practitioners blurted out, “You just described Shiva.”
  I went online and discovered that numerous forms of Deeksha exist, one of which is known as “Shiva Deeksha.” Shiva is generally known as a god of destruction. Before the pandemic, I had six visions of Shiva over the course of several months while participating in Deeksha sessions, and at the time, I confess, I didn’t understand what the visions signified. I eventually realized that the god of destruction can also be viewed as a god of liberation—from negativity, from the past, from limiting beliefs about who and what we are.
  In one of my visions, as Shiva was dancing, I was again suddenly floating in space, surrounded by innumerable galaxies. Then I was unexpectedly flying through redwood trees near the ocean, and I was unexpectedly happy to be back on earth. I realized then that as a human being the earth is more significant to me than billions of galaxies floating in the blackness of space.
  The Kabbalists believe that the physical plane is “the world of action” where we learn to bring our consciousness and the world around us into balance and therefore manifest one of the primary qualities of the Source of all Creation: harmony. As humans, we have the opportunity to transmute negativity into harmony through grace, one of the most powerful forms of action in the cosmos, but not an action that normally occurs in outer space.
 

 

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   One thing I know for sure: modern humans have to release much personal and collective negativity before we can hope to become aware of spiritual realities. If we can release all that negativity, however, we can feel the underlying unity of all consciousness and the divinity of all life.
  I know, in this period of history it is impossible not to be haunted by the past. The liberation of concentration camps in Europe, where millions died so horribly, took place fifteen years before I was born. The dropping of the atom bomb, which instantly revealed the potential for total annihilation of the planet, occurred fifteen years before I was born. In California, where I have lived my entire life, an unspeakable genocide slowly came to a close about five decades before I was born. Ecocide soon followed in the San Joaquin Valley as dams killed the rivers and wetlands—a decade or so before I was born. In the past couple of centuries, genocide and ecocide have gone hand in hand.
  Somehow most of us can manage to live with the realities of ecocide and genocide and climate disruption and the potential annihilation of all life on the planet, but eventually, most of us reach a crisis point in our personal life that pushes us to seek pathways to higher awareness. Negativity can become a crucible, a test designed to bring about change or reveal our true character. My crucible has always been a chronic illness that has undermined me physically and emotionally: For most of my life, an undigestible protein in gluten has broken apart the tight junctions in my small intestines so that undigested food particles and waste and toxins have entered my blood stream, overwhelming my immune system and causing inflammation in various parts of my body. No doctors were ever able to identify the cause and dismissed my physical illness as hypochondria or a mental health problem (which was an easy out for them since chronic poor health often leads to depression).
  Even though many people are now aware of the adverse effects of gluten, grocery store shelves are still weighed down by products filled with a protein that the human body cannot digest. Eventually I experienced severe digestive issues and atrial fibrillation (which might have caused a stroke or heart attack) every time I ate even a miniscule amount of gluten. I attempted to go gluten-free but discovered that gluten exists in just about every product, even chicken, thanks to a plumping solution that increases its weight. The American diet was killing me, but everyone believed that the illness was all just in my head. People often ignore a problem by blaming the victim, so I nearly fell victim to what amounts to a socially acceptable form of negligent homicide.
  At one point, I tried meditating to relieve stress. I have a psychic friend who claims that astral bugs often crawl up her arms when she lays her hands on the people she’s healing. Coincidentally, during meditation, I had visions of numerous headless spiders attached to me, and even though I had repeatedly cleansed my chakras with my mind, I could see blackness in my heart whenever I scanned my aura with my inner eye. Eventually, I got rid of all the spiders in my aura through the process of mental purification, but the blackness kept flooding my heart, which worried me since I was fifty-five years old, and my father had died from a heart attack at that age. Finally, just as I was going completely gluten-free, I went to my friend the Reiki master, and she helped eliminate the black energy from my heart. Since then, I have never felt healthier, physically or emotionally, in my life.
  Yeah, yeah, visions of demons and Shiva and headless spiders and blackness in my heart, sounds pretty crazy, I know. But it might seem ironic to some that the ability to sense demons and other entities is a textbook symptom of psychosis. After all, I only developed psychic abilities after releasing all negativity from my energy field. And I have only become whole mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually after figuring out how to neutralize the dark forces that have plagued me for years.

Temperance: Sagittarius
4one
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Suite No. 10, Sixth Movement

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POWERS OF BALANCE

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

 

 

 

 

 

Healers come to me with the powers of Air and Fire
and Water and Earth. I’ve called them with my heart,
and they bring a sword, a wand, a cup, and a star that stand
in absolute balance in the light of the Source.

 

 

I invoke these shining ones, the most awesome powers
of harmony in the universe, to heal me. I call the powers
of harmony in the sun, the rivers, the fires, the flowers
to cleanse and heal my heart and mind so that I know

 

the love, abundance, and harmony
in the fields upon fields of One Spirit. I feel
the strength in your heart, and I link my heart to yours
and thread our souls through a tapestry of love.

 

We open our hearts to the mighty healing powers
and stand in the harmonizing light of the Source.
Healers come to us with the powers of Air and Fire
and Water and Earth. We’ve called them with our hearts.

 

They bring a sword, a wand, a cup, a star that stand
in absolute balance in the light of the Source.
We invoke these shining ones, the most awesome powers
of harmony in the universe, to heal us. We call the powers

 

of harmony in the sun, the rivers, the fires, the flowers
to cleanse and heal our hearts and minds so that we know
the love, abundance, and harmony
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PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Six

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   When the government ordered us to "shelter in place," in other words to isolate ourselves in our own homes, I was already doing that anyway due to a relentless case of scabies.
  Families living paycheck to paycheck are being hit the hardest since corporate politicians have done everything in their power to shred the social safety net, and the for-profit healthcare system, which already bankrupts more people than anything else in this country, does not have enough support to deal with the crisis adequately. All the while, of course, taxpayers have been spending trillions on unjustified military misadventures in our crumbling empire. My pendulum has confirmed that super-rich elites want the pandemic to induce widespread panic so that our failing political system will shift decisively from democracy to authoritarian rule as quickly as possible.
  So far during the Covid-19 plague, I have remained in high spirits even though demonic forces have ruthlessly assaulted me. As I have mentioned before, I know how to neutralize the dark forces, but they continue to target me twice daily, and it's now starting to get on my nerves. One day recently, I was taking a bath to exterminate the microscopic arachnids on the surface of my skin when I felt myself rapidly spiraling into an uncharacteristic despair. While I slumped in the tub wondering if I was again experiencing a demonic attack, suddenly my emotions did a 180: I became inexplicably happy. I knew without a doubt that my friend had sensed my plunge into darkness from a distance and had bolstered me with high frequency spiritual energies. Anyone who has not experienced a similar spiritual connection will no doubt immediately dismiss this assertion as insane, but I assure you that vibrations carried on subtle spiritual currents either bless us or curse us more often than most people might imagine.
  So far, I have not heard much from Amber since the plague began. Our relationship remains on the spiritual level, like the chivalrous love of a knight for his lady. Many have experienced “radar love,” an unexpected connection with another person during which you receive subtle communications that you feel in your heart or groin. Our radar connection is much more predictable. Through our spiritual practices, we both send blessings to each other around the same time of day. We are both empaths, sensitive to subtle spiritual and emotional currents, and we both intensely feel the positive energy that we send to each other.
  I now clearly see that practitioners of black magic, be they witches or shamans or sorcerers, are criminals, plain and simple, because they cause grave harm to others from a distance, but no laws exist to provide consequences. They almost always get away with their insidious, antisocial behavior. According to Bran, like attracts like, and those who practice the dark arts tend to seek each other out and establish networks. They also tend to believe that the masses in this society are intellectually and spiritually inferior to them, so occasionally they make the mistake of thinking that everyone outside their sphere is completely unaware of what they are doing. Since they are so deeply ensconced in dark energies, most of them are not even capable of believing that some people sincerely work for the highest possible good of others.
  Demons nowadays don't shake me violently or hold me down and choke me because that would make their attacks too easy for me to identify. They instead attack me on a more subtle level by amplifying negative emotions so that I have difficulty focusing on anything else, for instance. I eventually realized that the spiritual frequency of the Archangels is elevating the collective consciousness of humanity. After I got into the practice of performing my ritual with the Archangels every day at around ten in the morning, demons started attacking me a few minutes before ten.

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   Amber is truly a Reiki master, effective at channeling chi, a powerful healing energy. At first, while she was working on my crown chakra, I suddenly envisioned a dove on fire, which I could only interpret as the Holy Ghost, as the chi moved downward through my aura. By the end of the session, Amber was engulfing my entire energy field with harmony, kindness, and unconditional love, what I can only characterize as the Christ-force; for ten minutes, at least, we were both tuned to that frequency. I had never connected with another living person in such a way before.
  The next day, before I got out of bed, I felt the energy again, and I experienced the same vision of the Holy Ghost. I suspected that Amber was performing Reiki on me remotely, and a text confirmed it. That day, I asked my pendulum if I had ever known Amber in another life. Yes. I threw out some numbers and discovered that we have been close to each other in one way or another in twenty-five previous lives.
  According to my pendulum, Amber and I made a spiritual contract to serve the Divine Will before we came into this life. My pendulum confirms that together we will work to elevate the frequency of humanity during this great collective shift in human consciousness. The last time we were together, our auras seemed to be on fire with sparkling stars. That day, a simple hug from her engulfed me in the most harmonious energy in the cosmos.
  If I am not mistaken, I have contracted Covid three times. I am not 100 percent sure about that, however. I have only been tested for Covid once; tests in Fresno, CA, have been impossible to find. I have, however, experienced almost the exact same symptoms three times, once when the pandemic began, once when the Delta variant surfaced, and recently after the Omicron variant spread like wildfire through the population. In each case, I woke up in the middle of the night, got out of bed to use the bathroom, and started shivering like I was freezing to death at the North Pole. I also had a mild fever and coughed raucously now and then and experienced fatigue and brain fog for a few days. Otherwise, in each case the symptoms have remained relatively mild.

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Miner's Lettuce near Big Creek, January 16

 

 

 

   I have the feeling that I am not destined to hang out with other people any time soon, which is unexpectedly okay with me. I connect profoundly every day from a distance on a spiritual level with Amber and other "sensitive" people. My pendulum always spins clockwise whenever I ask it if learning how to send divine harmony and love from a distance is a critical step in human evolution. I feel honored to be part of this cadre of individuals who are elevating the spiritual frequency of humanity—-which I didn’t even know was possible until I met Amber.
  I just had to get out of the house today, though, so I traveled by myself to the Kings River to experience the fresh green winter grass after the rains. I experienced more than that, however. I found today, January 16, that blue dick, fiddleneck, poppies, and miner’s lettuce are blooming in various places along the road. In the past fifty years, the earliest I have found flowers blooming near the Kings is early-to-late February. Twice, I think, I have discovered popcorn flowers blooming at the end of January, but I don’t recall ever encountering these other four species blooming in mid-January. Since I have explored the Kings River watershed for fifty years, this freaks me out. I have an uneasy feeling that this splendor in the grass in mid-January portends the incineration of large ecosystems in the mountains—even more so than in the past couple of years. I hope not, but I have come to realize that nowadays a lot of crazy things are possible.

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Suite No. 10, Seventh Movement

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The Source moves within us and all around us,
through infinite fields of energy.
Though but tiny specks, we are always one
with the awesome powers of the Source,

 

 

our minds one with the infinite Mind.
We can purify our hearts and minds,
the soiled veils dropping away,
one by one, until we know the harmony,

 

 

magnificence and abundance
of the human spirit. But we are blinded
by appearances and conditioned to believe
that we should just be wage slaves

 

 

while the rich get richer, using
our last resources, tearing down
and burning up the planet.
commodifying nature and people everywhere

 

 

as our ecological and social systems
break down. We could start a revolution
with all of us fighting for power
till everything collapses, or we could recognize

 

 

our oneness and align with the powers of the Source.
The soiled veils would drop away, one by one,
until we know the harmony, magnificence,
and abundance of the human spirit and recall

 

 

that we are one with the powers of the Source.
We have forgotten that right here and now
we are one with the powers of the Source.
If the veils fell away, we would know

 

 

that each of us is divine. If we connect with the powers
of the Source and know that we are one, we could make
the heart connections with people and the planet
that could lead to our survival....


 

 

 

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Seven

 

 

 

 

 

   According to my pendulum, throughout most of my life, practitioners of black magic, witches and sorcerers and shamans, have attacked me over and over again in a secret government experiment to determine how to control the masses. Before the plague, when I confessed to the Illumination Meditation group that dark forces were attacking me, Bran acknowledged that the government is currently using practitioners of black magic to send out demons and malicious spirits to terrify and harm and even kill people. Bran admitted that he has also experienced such spiritual attacks himself. He warned us that demons can weaken our bodies and auras and plant seeds of disease that can eventually kill us. That is why, he stated, we need to learn how to release negative energies and strengthen our energy fields every day as we meditate.
  According to Bran, the government, after WWII, established a secret project to investigate the paranormal, employing practitioners of black magic to work with dark entities for purposes beneficial to the power elites and the government—like controlling the masses. One experiment, begun by the Nazis, consists of sending out dark forces, including demons and harmful spirits, to attack different types of people—especially sensitive people of a high spiritual frequency and above-average intelligence who question (or might question) those in power. During corrupt administrations especially, the government has mercilessly employed this practice to benefit the elites, undermining effective opposition and keeping the masses at an extremely low vibration, confused, miserable, unable to experience their own spiritual power, and therefore less likely to protest greed, injustice, exploitation, endless war, the destruction of the planet or anything else that enables the billionaires to continue raking in mountains of money, a relatively small percentage of which they use to maintain an iron grip on politicians through campaign contributions. According to Bran, you can now count on your fingers the number of people who currently own as much wealth as half of the world’s population….
  It’s always good to know what you’re up against. Once, recently, when I experienced a lull in the demonic attacks, my spirit guides directed me to heal and cleanse and neutralize the billionaire owners of a major box store. The next day, the practitioners of black magic who guard the billionaires turned their attention on me. While I was performing my ritual to neutralize them, I kept envisioning that one of the demons had been present in a Nazi concentration camp during WWII, which I found puzzling at first. After several attacks by similar demons, I realized that there is a class of demons that targets the collective mind of a group to keep everyone terrified and miserable and powerless, and I concluded that employing these demons to keep a potentially rebellious work force in line was the perfect way to control minimum-wage employees who have to rely on customers to provide donations to them during the holiday season. Clearly, some elites rely on these demons a great deal.
  In many other ways as well, the billionaires, in conjunction with the government, are “managing” the population, according to Bran. One way is by making sure that the precariat is always drowning in debt and struggling to make ends meet. Another is through toxic chemicals in the food and air and water and harmful addictive chemicals in legal and illegal drugs. Toxins and drugs adversely affect the emotional, mental, and spiritual health of the psyche, making it very difficult to function at an optimal—or even normal level. The general population, in other words, is sickened, drugged, and kept in a constant struggle for survival. According to Bran, some people of a high spiritual vibration tend to be greatly afflicted by toxins and more easily addicted to drugs and alcohol because they naturally desire to extend the spiritual inebriation that they sometimes experience. Bran surmised that I am being attacked so often because the deep state, thanks to the current president's influence, is even more odious than usual.
  (The only time Bran ever got angry at me was that night after I asked him if he was afraid the government was trying to kill him. "Yeah, well, let them try!” he exclaimed. “So far they haven’t succeeded. Anyway, they can’t harm me. I am immortal!”)
  On the bright side, due to the incessant demonic attacks, the Archangels have cleared away some of the evil in the world. The people in charge of the deep-state shadow project keep trying to find the right rituals, the right dark forces and malicious spirits to undermine me, but in the process of performing my rituals, the Archangels of the four Elements of the Wise, Raphael, Michael, Gabriel, and Auriel, have cleansed and healed and neutralized a veritable army of dark forces and practitioners of black magic.
  Some of you might recall that in Christianity, a difficult personal sacrifice for the highest good is known as “bearing the cross.” Some people choose to sacrifice their personal will to serve the Divine Will, which in the process brings them closer to God. A sacrifice during which a person dies for others or for the highest good is an example of this spiritual mystery, which powerfully reveals that we are all one, including the poor and afflicted and everyone who might appear somehow different or inferior. An individual who recognizes that we are all part of One Mind and who intentionally sacrifices his or her personal will to serve the Divine Will also experiences a kind of death that has a subtle impact on collective consciousness. A sacrifice involving the death of the personality sometimes can be so powerful on the subtle level that it awakens other people to the underlying unity of all consciousness. My purpose is simply to serve the Divine Will to neutralize evil in order to create balance in the world. If we don't work on the spiritual level to neutralize evil, the same political and economic horrors will keep rearing their heads, threatening us more and more ferociously. Even though I sometimes complain about the relentlessness of the attacks, I know my soul has chosen to carry this cross.

Death: Scorpio
14aris
00:00 / 03:38

Suite No. 10, Eighth Movement
A PRAYER IN THE MOUNTAINS

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

 

 

 

 

 

Today the tiger lily blessed me
with its splendor and fragrance:
I know all life is divine...
Flowers and trees have awakened me

 

 

to the divinity of all life on this earth,
the holiness of all energy in the cosmos.
Great World Soul, let my heart be a clear,
open channel into our collective mind.

 

 

Let the knowledge that all life is holy
resonate through the hearts and minds
of all people on this earth. Now I know
all energy is holy. Now I know

 

 

all life is divine. We are at a tipping point.
We need to wake up now.
Flowers and trees have awakened me
to the divinity of all life on this earth,

 

 

the holiness of all energy in the cosmos.
Great World Soul, let my heart be a clear,
open channel into our collective mind.
Let the knowledge that all life is holy

 

 

resonate through the hearts and minds
of all people on this earth. Let the knowledge
that all life is divine resonate through
our hearts and minds, so that we know

 

 

all life is holy, so that we know
all energy is divine even as
the web of life is torn apart.
We need to wake up now, wake up now.

 

 

We need to wake up now, wake up now.
















 

 

 

 

 

Tiger Lilies

 

 

 

 

 

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Eight
 

 

 

 

 

   "Look," Bran exclaimed one night. "In just about every society, a small percentage of the population controls the vast majority of the wealth. The more wealth and power they have, the more afraid they are that other people will take it away from them, so they sometimes resort to extreme measures to hold on to what they have even if their greed ends up completely destroying the quality of life for everyone else. It might not surprise you that they network with others in business and government and create secret societies or 'shadow' organizations so that together they can hold on to their wealth and power. It should not surprise you that some of them even resort to the use of the dark arts to maintain and increase their wealth and power.
  "Psychiatrists are coming forward now with evidence that demons and harmful spirits are responsible for a significant percentage of mental health problems." Seeing a few raised eyebrows, Bran, in an agitated voice, asked, "Is it really so far-fetched that super-rich capitalists would employ practitioners of black magic and dark forces to control society? The elites for their own profit are now leading humanity to the edge of a cliff in a number of ways, climate change and nuclear proliferation being the most obvious.
  "If that isn't demonic, I don't know what is. The government has continued unjustified, disastrous conflicts in the Middle East that only benefit the oil industry and war profiteers, with our sons and daughters as their cannon fodder. The super-rich are, right before our very eyes, destroying the last semblance of democracy in our nation. The Republican Party, controlled entirely by the super-rich, has turned into the most dangerous organization in the history of the world, according to world-renowned intellectuals like Noam Chomsky.
  "The billionaires are revealing once again for all to see that they have absolute control. Through media influence they have helped to install in the oval office a pathological liar, a perverted, misogynistic, narcissistic wanna-be dictator who appeals to racists, members of the NRA, neo Nazis and evangelicals, a puppet who does the bidding of super-rich despots, an unhinged, moronic bully who claims to be 'a very stable genius unmatched' in his wisdom. The elites through control of the media have brainwashed nearly half the country into supporting a sociopath as their president; the other half of the country is in denial or too frightened to protest against the evil in our economic and political systems.
  "When a capitalistic society starts collapsing, the rulers can lean either toward socialism or fascism, and fascism benefits elites the most. Anyone who pays attention for ten seconds can tell which way they're leaning, but half the country just refuses to see it!" Amber and I nodded as he continued in the same vein for awhile.
  I have bad news to tell you now. I was greatly saddened when I found out that Bran had died from an aneurysm. He was only fifty, ten years younger than I am. Amber told me the news over the phone, and we both got out our pendulums, which revealed that malicious spirits had targeted him. Amber decided to do an Akashic reading and discovered that Bran had suffered vicious demonic attacks. Demons had caused an aneurysm that eventually burst. After the reading, Amber called me back. Crying, she blurted out that demons attacked Bran because he was a respected spiritual leader who always told the truth, and he had talked too much about secret government projects and false flag operations. We should have all turned off our cellphones....We're always under surveillance, she tearfully noted.
  He had dealt courageously with the demons, but, unfortunately, he was not working with the "big guns," the Archangels--powers of harmony who provide maximum spiritual protection. His advice to the group was to keep one's energy field open to everything, even the negative, take in as much information as possible, and then let it go, which to me sounded like a recipe for disaster. I have experienced subtle attacks on my brain and heart and digestive system, but the Archangels purify my aura every day during my rituals, clearing away negativity from all levels of my energy field. Without divine intervention, I would have been totally wrecked a long time ago.
  The practitioner of the dark arts often targets victims who are vulnerable due to a crisis of some kind and directs dark forces to cause terror and misery and illness and chaos in the victim's world. The dark forces get to feed off the negative energies of the victims, and the sorceress gets to maintain the power to cause grave harm. Both the dark forces and the sorceress benefit from this horrific practice, in other words.
  Many people believe that they can plant seeds of harmony with their mind into Universal Consciousness, and these seeds will grow and manifest greater balance and abundance for themselves and others. Even though they believe that the individual human mind working with Universal Consciousness has great power to manifest harmony and abundance in the world, they often deny or dismiss or totally ignore the ability of the human mind to cause horrible evil.
  Sorcerers, I have discovered, do not like it when a potential victim is aware of their activities and is able to thwart their efforts. They network with each other to crush anyone who effectively opposes them. For instance, one of the members of a coven might also be the local leader of a shamanic tradition that originated on another continent, and she might network with other brujas and brujos in that tradition. If her local coven fails to harm her target, the sorceress might contact a member in her shamanic tradition. When one bruja fails to harm a potential victim, another might try the next day. In this way, the world-wide communications network has amplified the potential for horrific evil. There is really no distance between one human mind and another because we are all part of One Consciousness, so there is no escape unless one has the knowledge and ability to work with higher powers to deal effectively with demonic attacks....
  The psychic attacks on me have escalated recently because I have become effective at working with the Archangels of the Elements to neutralize dark, unbalanced forces. My reputation, in other words, only began spreading far and wide because the Archangels are protecting me, and practitioners of evil feel threatened personally by the disempowerment of their cohorts.
  According to my pendulum, members of the deep state eventually became aware that the Archangels effectively neutralize dark energies, so coordinators of the shadow agency began enlisting the help of practitioners of the dark arts from all parts of the world to mess with me. In every case, the Archangels have neutralized and healed and cleansed them and filled them with divine love and harmony, with the result that those practitioners of black magic are neutralized, at least for a while. Every time I perform my ritual, moreover, the Archangels bless me as much or more as they bless the ones who are attacking me. At this point, thanks to the Archangels, I have dealt with far more demons than I can remember and have survived intact, happier and healthier than I have ever felt before. When I am not being attacked, I am free of negativity and often feel a peace beyond understanding as well as compassion for all life, especially when surrounded by flowers….
  In nature, I have experienced many apocalypses. I use the term to mean the revelation of great knowledge, what Bart Ehrman calls, “a vision of heavenly secrets that can make sense of earthly realities” (1). For instance, when I stand before a tiger lily at Tamarack Creek, I feel a powerful link with the Source that awakens my higher self. I feel my worldly concerns burning away, and I experience the divinity of all life, the holiness of all energy. I am transformed utterly in a moment, blessed by the splendor and fragrance of a flower.
  Tamarack Creek experienced Armageddon last year. I’d seen it coming for a long time. Due to extended drought in the mountains, numerous trees did not have enough water to produce the sap needed to drown the invading bark beetle. Last time I was there, thanks to bark beetle infestations, most of the trees were dead, reduced to tinder, which resulted last year in the conflagration known as the Creek Fire.
  I am afraid to return to Tamarack Creek, which I normally do in early July. So many trees were dead the last time I was there—I am now afraid that the inferno incinerated the healthy trees in addition to clearing away the dead trees for new growth. I am afraid that there is no longer enough shade to cool the high mountain meadows where tiger lilies and shooting stars and columbine flourish. I am afraid that I will not experience again the apocalypses that these flowers have always awakened in me.

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(1) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apocalypse

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