Flowers at Tamarack Creek

2free

00:00 / 04:11

Suite No. 10, Ninth Movement
DREAM OF AN ANCIENT PATH

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

I dreamed of hiking through flowers that were manifesting
the profound peace of the Source. The trail led
to an abandoned Native village. I felt
a heightened awareness of ancient history

that opened my mind to a profound sense
of timelessness. I experienced an enchantment that still
lingers in subtle realms due to many thousands of years
of ceremonies performed there. I envisioned

gods who show up for those who feel
reverence and love for the creatures of the forest
and for those who once lived there. I found a snake,
a coyote, a wild pig, a bobcat, and a mountain lion.

I had tuned my mind to the peaceful vibrations of the forest,
so I did not threaten the animals. Still I knew
that most animals can move at lightning speed
when necessary. I was in a sacred place,

where I encountered nature spirits and connected
with angelic oversouls of several species,
and I felt the presence of the divine spirit of place,
for I was part of that divinity myself.

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Nine

Tamarack Creek is about halfway between Shaver Lake and Huntington Lake. I explore the area several times every summer in search of different flowers. I returned to Tamarack Creek recently and was stunned by the devastation. I discovered that my fear (previous post) was justified: The Creek Fire had incinerated everything in the forest, destroying the young and healthy trees and almost all the vegetation, which could soon lead to erosion that clogs the streams with mud and smothers the fish. I also unexpectedly discovered that parts of the meadows survived because of the sogginess of the earth. Unfortunately the fire burned up all the trees bordering the meadows, diminishing the canopy that once shaded the flowers. At different points I found flowers blooming in swampy land right next to areas where fire had totally wiped out every living thing. Every July, for decades, I have found numerous tiger lilies in the meadows at Tamarack Creek. Due to the diminished forest canopy, I found only one tiger lily shriveling in the sun. I have never encountered such severe damage over such a large area.

Soggy Meadow next to the Incinerated Forest: Tamarack Creek

I know a thing or two that could start a revolution.
You are a magnificent spiritual being. Often limiting and sometimes harsh, the energies of this planet’s environments molded the DNA of your ancestors. Then you arrived with your hair and eye and skin color and all your other amazing physical features after thousands of years of natural selection. Now here you are—an awesome spiritual being in a unique human form.
There is no part of you that is not part of the gods. The archetypal powers of the gods are all part of your psyche. Your higher self can access these energies whenever you choose if you know how (preferably for the highest possible good). Superheroes, modern-day gods, access these powers, which is one reason movies based on comic books are so popular.
The more you connect with the Source through love for people, flowers, trees, animals, spiritual symbols, and great music and art and literature, the more you expand your consciousness. If you mentally purify your chakras, eliminating all the negativity and limiting beliefs that a few individuals and society have embedded in your personal energy field, or aura, you will open a channel to your higher self. The more you access your higher self, the more you grow into a person who realizes the magnificence, abundance, brilliance, power and harmony of the human spirit. “Ye are gods,” claim some revered spiritual teachers (John 10:34, Psalm 82:6). The more you activate the archetypal energies in yourself, the more you manifest the energies of the Divine Source. We are made in God’s image, after all (Genesis 1:27). The mystical Tree of Life of the Kabbalah (or Qabalah), which is an expanded version of the primary chakra system, reveals precisely how we are made in God’s image.

The Mystical Tree of Life

How many employers, wealthy capitalists, politicians, army recruiters, ministers, psychiatrists, family members, and friends want you to know this about yourself? Would they prefer that you dismiss me as a nut-job?
I have had more than a few experiences that you and other people might find extremely difficult to believe. You might even consider me more than a little "touched," considering how far outside of accepted, modern human existence I have sometimes found myself. (I should emphasize that I don’t take drugs. I don’t even take aspirin unless I am in agony.)
My family visited San Simeon fifty years ago, and that day all the rocks on the shore were blanketed by mushy sea anemones, some almost as big as my head, some with tentacles like thick hair flailing this way and that as the waves smashed the rocks. The starfish crawled so slowly that they seemed immobile, the big crabs scurrying into cracks and tiny hermit crabs in snail shells inching along through constantly fluctuating puddles of sea water, the rocks jittery with life in the relentless ebb and flow.
At the place where my family had once hung out fifty years ago, searching for moonstones all afternoon, I discovered that the marine life had totally disappeared from the shore. Some of the rocks that had rippled fifty years ago with nervous movement were scarred and pocked in places where creatures had once latched on to them. Some of them now resemble timeless, primitive sculptures rising out of the sand. Many of them seem to be bleeding globs of tar, which I could not wipe away or even pull off.

Rock Stripped of Marine Life: Estero Bay

I approached strangers to find out what had happened to the marine life that had once flourished on the shore. Some of the locals remembered an oil spill a long time ago, some thought there were just too many people, but without exception each person listed otters, sea lions, porpoises, elephant seals and whales—as if they thought I was simply a tourist who just wanted to know what kind of wildlife I might still be able to find.
“I’m talking about the marine life on the rocks, the crabs and starfish and sea anemones and barnacles. They are all gone now, wiped out somehow!” I exclaimed, but they just kept listing the animals I could find, as if in denial or not remembering or never aware that a different order of existence had once dominated the shore—as if these forms of life are no longer part of their collective reality or maybe because they just wanted me to accept whatever reality exists now.
When I was in the boy scouts, about twelve or so, a pyromaniac camping with me and two other scouts managed to light the tent and several backpacks on fire while I was sound asleep. I was using my backpack as a pillow. Someone yelled “Fire!” over and over, and I eventually threw myself out of the tent, choking on thick smoke. Suddenly I felt pain searing the back of my head. I told another scout who was sharing the tent with me that my head hurt something awful.
He was two years older and growled at me, “Shut up and go back to sleep and don’t say anything to anyone!” Enough remained of the tent for us eventually to go back in and sleep despite the stench.
The next day I told other boys in the troop that my head hurt and asked them to see if anything was wrong. “No, nothing’s wrong,” they all stated flatly. One of them finally found a comb and started pulling strands of hair out of my scalp as the others watched. “No, nothing’s wrong. You just have a lot of rats in your hair,” he claimed. The others nodded in agreement. I could hardly stand the pain, but they were all older than I was, and eventually I stopped doubting them. When I returned home, my mother immediately noticed a large, bright red patch streaked with black on the back of my head. “What on earth happened to you?” she exclaimed. “Nothing,” I muttered. She grabbed my arm and escorted me into the bathroom where she handed me a mirror while I stood with my back to a larger mirror. I suddenly realized how easily fooled I could be—how easy it is to get people, even if they are in agony, to question their own reality and accept a lie, an alternate reality.
The great conservationist John Muir in 1868 wrote a letter in which he claimed, “The valley of the San Joaquin is the floweriest piece of world I have ever walked, one vast level, even flower-bed, a sheet of flowers….” (1) By the time my family moved to the San Joaquin Valley fifty years ago, the flowers had all disappeared. The rivers in the valley were bone dry, the wetlands dwindling down to 4% of their historical levels, the canals brimming with irrigation water for vineyards and almond orchards and other water-guzzling crops that have little or no social benefit and have no business being grown in a desert. Each almond, for instance, takes over a gallon of water to produce (and almonds are now the dominant crop in the Valley). As I passed these unsustainable crops on the way to the coast, I noticed signs near just about every almond orchard, signs that demanded more dams. Farms have already killed the rivers in the Valley and are sucking up so much ground water that the land is subsiding in many places. Wealthy landowners continue to hope that taxpayers will foot the bill for dams that wipe out public lands for the benefit of the landowning class, the top few percent: Socialism for the wealthy once again.
As global warming and the economic crisis and the pandemic have clearly revealed, capitalists don’t plan or work for the public good or for a sustainable future, only for their own short-term profit, a situation that continues to lead to the destabilizing of the biosphere and to the destruction of ecosystems and to unnecessary mass death. The super-rich elites resist serving the public good because that would require them to pay more taxes and change their business strategy. The elites, even as their media outlets demonize the government, have captured the political system with campaign cash and look forward to more tax cuts and taxpayer bailouts. The super-rich keep getting richer. So much for dealing rationally on a large scale with lethal crises that have relatively simple solutions. So much for the lives of our children and grandchildren.
When I tell people that huge herds of tule elk and antelope and deer, as well as predators that trimmed the herds, such as mountain lions and grizzly bears, once roamed the valley floor over a hundred years ago; when I tell people that millions of birds used the Valley as a flyway during their migrations, stopping in the wetlands refreshed by the rivers that flooded periodically, I receive a blank stare. I recently read that Native American encampments in the Sierra Nevada Mountains no longer existed after 1917. When I tell people that I have walked on ancient Native American paths all over the mountains, finding village sites that have existed for thousands of years, many sites still with house pits and with pestles in the mortars of the pounding stones, I receive the same blank stare. Some of them, especially children, look at me like I am crazy. Sometimes I feel like I am. My experience and knowledge do not jibe with this society's collective reality, and my experience of the spiritual dimensions doesn't jibe with this society's collective reality either.
Once, when I was hiking next to a creek in the foothills, I encountered a gnome-like creature. He was about two feet tall. For a moment, I thought he was a large raven or vulture because of his cloak of dark bird feathers, and because of his long, hooked nose, which resembled a beak. Then I saw his toes and large ears, and I noticed that he was wrinkled and skinny and a little dirty but human, or at least human-like. I stood absolutely still, gazing at a small tuft of hair on his head and his long eyelashes as he blinked, one eye at a time. He didn’t appear at all afraid, so I took a step forward, and he suddenly rushed at me, which totally caught me off-guard. I was standing in plants that I had never encountered before, and I couldn’t see him under their huge, palm-like leaves, but due to the movement of the plants, I could tell that he was circling me, hitting the stems to make the plants shake. He was lightning fast—-far faster than any human I have ever encountered and as fast as any wild animal.
He had run straight at me and circled me several times before I saw him vanish into the forest. He didn’t act like any wild animal that I have ever encountered. Instead of attacking me, he seemed to be messing with me, despite what appeared to be his advanced age, possibly attempting to show me that I would never be able to catch him or his kind. In retrospect, he seemed far too knowledgeable about his surroundings and far too stealthy to allow himself to be caught out in the open. When I first saw him, he was just standing next to a tree, just gazing at me, as though waiting for me to notice him.
Totally stunned, I was suddenly aware of another order of existence that I had never imagined I would find, one which I realized few people, if any, would ever believe. Oddly, after the gnome-like creature vanished, I felt like I had failed in some way. I had hoped for a split second that I might communicate with him. He had revealed unequivocally that I had entered his realm, a place where I was no match for him or his kind, despite the size difference. Someone recently suggested that perhaps he circled me three times to invite me into the faery realms, but at the time it seemed more like he was simply showing me that I was invading his territory.
60 percent of the wildlife on this planet has disappeared in the last fifty years. My experience with the gnome-like creature has made me wonder what else humanity might be in the process of wiping off the face of the planet. We are facing a spiritual crisis of vast proportions. This bears repeating: You cannot deal with evil effectively on the political level. Evil can only be addressed effectively to any real extent on the spiritual level. So many free-thinking liberals, many of whom are atheists and agnostics, are openly skeptical that a spiritual dimension even exists. Those who practice evil, not only in occult rituals but also in politics and business, no doubt find this obtuseness quite amusing.
I mentioned in a previous post that at one point in my life I unexpectedly envisioned spiritual symbols during meditation. One of those symbols was a golden, equal-armed cross with indistinct angels at each end. Each angel was wearing a robe: one was yellow, one red, one blue, and one white. I did some research and discovered that the symbol represents two occult rituals, one The Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram (LBRP), the other The Supreme Invoking Ritual of the Pentagram (SIRP). Both include the Archangels Raphael, Michael, Gabriel, and Auriel, who each represent a cardinal direction and an “element of the wise.” Raphael (East) represents the element of Air and wears a yellow robe; Michael (South) represents the element of Fire and wears a red robe; Gabriel (West) represents the element of Water and wears a blue robe; and Auriel (North) represents the element of Earth and wears a white robe. These elements, of course, are states of being that are not represented in the periodic table. In human terms, Air represents intellect and the conscious mind; Fire represents passion and willpower; Water represents emotion and the subconscious mind; Earth represents, for some, material substance and for others the etheric foundation of life, an energetic state close to the physical dimension.
Fascinated, I, of course, had to perform the rituals. The second time I performed the SIRP, I invoked the Archangel Raphael. By that I mean in my mind’s eye I envisioned the Archangel suddenly dissolving into thousands of points of light that rushed towards me and swirled around me. As I mentioned in a previous post, suddenly I was in what I can only describe as a thought-bubble of mind-boggling complexity, with mathematical symbols and equations floating all around me. At the same time, I experienced a profound sense of eternity that I had never experienced before. These awesome spiritual beings that we call Archangels or Gods are vastly superior to human beings. The two rituals, which my visions of spiritual symbols led me to discover, can allow us to make a connection with them.
I soon discovered that these Shining Ones are perhaps the greatest powers of harmony in our dimension. They work with us if we serve the Divine Will to create or maintain harmony and balance in our dimension. I soon discovered that they do not allow individual human desire or ego to interfere with their divine purpose, but I also soon discovered that they were giving me the opportunity to work with them to neutralize dark forces to create balance.
I discovered that some negative spiritual beings have the ability to manifest in an energetic frequency that is very close to the physical plane. They can poke you and prod you and shake you violently and hold you down and choke you and engulf you in a cold, heavy energy that causes paralysis, and they can adversely affect parts of the physical body with negative energy that can eventually manifest as serious disease. They can also cause debilitating negative emotions. I soon figured out that the Archangels, if we work with them, neutralize these negative forces to create balance and harmony in our plane of being. As co-creators with the Source, humans can set the intention for the Archangels to heal and cleanse and fill these unbalanced forces with divine love and harmony and peace and compassion to neutralize them. Since we have free will, we can either allow these forces to run amok in the world, or with the Shining Ones, we can neutralize them to create or reestablish balance.
Some individuals are able to control dark forces through black magic and have inflicted a great deal of harm in recent years. I have discovered that dark entities can undermine individuals and societies, especially capitalistic societies that have shredded the social safety net and have enabled elites to rake in enormous profits at the expense of the health and well-being of other people and the planet. Dark forces can cause fear and anger and hatred and misery to the point that people feel powerless or hopeless or irrationally enraged. Many of you might have noticed that are now living in a fascist, authoritarian society--ruled essentially by the super-wealthy who pump money into the political system to promote their own interests, such as huge tax breaks and deregulation, and they hoard money while on the average nine million men, women, and children die every year from starvation. And now even more will die due to lack of access to health care. The attempts to destroy democracy continue on both the political and spiritual levels so that we finally accept the loss of civil and human and reproductive rights and personal freedoms--until we become so fearful that we accept massive political corruption and unjustified wars as well as extrajudicial executions and incarceration in concentration camps without due process. Simply put, we are accepting that the government is kidnapping and murdering us without due process and getting away with it. The crises that we experience in this dimension are but shadows cast by the spiritual dimension upon our world. Unfortunately we have spiritual leaders who are unwilling or unable to reveal how to deal effectively with destructive and unbalanced spiritual forces, and the vast majority of people are unwilling to listen to people who have knowledge. Enjoy the bleep show.

1) http://www.johnmuir.org/walk/muir_journal/IV.SJoachinValsyn.htm

Queen of Wands

5stren

00:00 / 04:32

Suite No. 10, Tenth Movement
A HIDDEN STRENGTH

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

We sometimes muddle through in times of crisis,
unnerved and despondent and insecure, but sometimes
in our bleakest hours, love pulls us through,
a strength from somewhere in our souls,
from the Source of creation. Sometimes,
though far away we send love to keep each other whole.
Our heart connection is so strong that I know
when demons frighten you, and you know when I am down.
Is it possible that only we know that we can bless
each other from far?
For we are one with the Source,
and we are magnificent....
Sometimes in our hearts, we know the Source
of love and harmony and abundance,
the awesome powers of creation within us,
and we can share them with each other....

We sometimes muddle through in times of crisis,
unnerved and despondent and insecure, but sometimes
in our bleakest hours, love pulls us through,
a strength from somewhere in our souls,
from the Source of creation. Sometimes
only then we know the love that is within us,
and we are grateful that we can send each other love--
to give each other strength to get us through the hard times.

For we are one with the Source,
and we are all magnificent....

Six of Wands: Jupiter in Leo

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Ten

During the pandemic I have found myself returning again and again to key moments of my past. For instance, after I started meditating twenty years ago, I began having visions of symbols associated with the Tree of Life even though I had never heard of the Qabalah or encountered its primary glyph, the Tree of Life, before then. It has taken me years to unpack the meaning of some of the symbols as I have progressed on my spiritual path.
For instance, as I was mentally purifying my chakras twenty years ago, I repeatedly experienced a vision of a golden equal-armed cross with indistinct angels at each end. The only difference between the angels was the color of their robes—one robe was yellow, one red, one blue, and one white. After I finished the mental purification process, I had a vision of a brilliant white, four-petaled flower that suddenly burgeoned into a thousand-petaled lotus, a symbol that corresponds symbolically to the Source, the Crown of Creation on the Tree of Life. I have only recently understood that the two visions are symbolically related to each other. Like the golden equal-armed cross, the four petals of the white flower represent the four spiritual elements—Air, Fire, Water, Earth—in balance. I recently realized that the four petals in my vision suddenly blossomed into the thousand petaled lotus to suggest that working with the four basic spiritual elements can lead to an incredible expansion of spiritual awareness—to an awareness of the divinity within all of us, for instance.
Back then, the visions inspired intense curiosity in me since at the time I was an agnostic who vacillated towards atheism, and I discovered through my research that the symbols I envisioned are associated with the Qabalah (or Kabbalah) and its symbol system, the Tree of Life (which is an expanded version of the chakra system).

Six of Wands (Side View)

I also discovered rituals based on the equal-armed cross featuring Archangels of the Elements, Raphael, representing the spiritual element of Air (in a yellow robe); Michael, representing Fire (in red); Gabriel, representing Water (in blue); and Auriel, representing Earth (in white). Soon after the vision of the thousand-petaled lotus, I awkwardly performed the Supreme Invoking Ritual of the Pentagram and unexpectedly invoked the Archangel Raphael. I found myself in a thought bubble of such amazing complexity and felt such a profound sense of eternity that I began to suspect that humans are so limited by the five senses and so blinded by social conditioning that we are not likely to have authentic spiritual experiences unless we work to establish and maintain the conditions in our sphere of influence that make those experiences possible.
Soon after I invoked Raphael, as I was falling asleep, I was shaken so hard by a powerful dark force that I thought it was going to obliterate me. In retrospect, it seems to me that its main goal was to reveal to me that it could easily kill me. The two events, which I only understood in context years later, suggest to me that as humans we are learning to survive in a spectrum of energy. In other words, if we experience extremely high, balanced spiritual energies, we are also likely to experience extremely dark, unbalanced energies. In the process, we learn to master the energies so that we can manifest the most balanced energies for the highest good.
I’m sure many people, after reading how dark forces have repeatedly assaulted me and seeing how evil propagates all around us, cannot possibly believe my assertion that every human being is divine. No doubt, my detractors are tempted to dismiss my work as a combination of candy-flavored naivete and schizophrenia. The Tree of Life, however, reveals how we are all divine beings even though we might also experience, as individuals or even large groups, a horrific lack of balance, what many describe as evil.
Birthed from "Negative Existence"—from spiritual dimensions that human beings cannot currently comprehend—the Source of Creation, known as Kether, the Crown, emanated nine other dimensions that culminate and find their expression in The Kingdom, the world where our souls currently reside.
The Tree of Life reveals cosmic evolution in the Path of Lightning, which extends from Emanations One through Ten. Each Holy Emanation (“Sephira” in Hebrew) evolved a type of archetypal energy that we each carry within us, for as the bible says, we are each made in God's image. We can employ these energies for good or evil—in a balanced or unbalanced way, in other words. If we use a particular energy in an unbalanced way and end up harming others, for instance, we sin (in other words, “miss the mark”). The spiritual life, I realized, is rooted in the ideals of virtue revealed by the Emanations on the Tree of Life. The Shining Ones avoid those who indulge regularly in the vices, or unbalanced uses of the archetypal energies within us. On the spiritual path, truth, beauty, compassion, love matter.
For example, the fourth Emanation on the Tree of Life, known as Mercy (“Chesed,” in Hebrew), represents harmonious upbuilding and organizing forces, as well as the magnificence, harmony, love and abundance of the human spirit. Its virtue for human beings is obedience to the Divine Will, but its energy can also result in extremely negative qualities. Its vices, for example, include tyranny, bigotry, hypocrisy, and gluttony, behavior that exalts the self above others and the community of all life. The extreme unbalanced energy is personified as the “breakers into pieces,” in other words, the opposite of the balanced energies of reverence and love and harmonious, beneficial organization.

Breakers into Pieces

The virtues and vices of the other Emanations are also easy to comprehend.

The Burners

The virtues of the fifth Emanation, Power (or Fear), which is associated with Mars, are strength, courage, and power at all levels of the psyche, and includes the ability to burn away or release anything that does not serve the highest good. Its vices are cruelty and destructiveness.

The Liars

The virtue of the eighth Emanation, Splendor (“Hod” in Hebrew), is truthfulness, and its vices are deception and dishonesty. Many professors at universities, I have discovered, where truth should be the highest ideal, often choose to manifest the unbalanced expression of the archetypal energy within their sphere of life.
During the pandemic, I started sculpting 3D models of Tarot cards. The Six of Wands, Lord of Victory, represents Jupiter in Leo and The Sun in Beauty (“Tiphareth” in Hebrew), the sixth Emanation on the Tree of Life. The main figure in the setting has mastered the ideal qualities of Jupiter and Leo and The Sun, which includes the Christ-force, for the sixth Emanation is a sphere of harmonizing love and spiritual inebriation. Mastery of the energy is the figure’s true victory. In order to achieve this victory, the figure has overcome pride, its unbalanced energy, too often found in religious traditions. He recognizes the divinity and interconnectedness of all life and avoids exalting himself and his religious beliefs above all others.
Choosing the negative or unbalanced energy instead of choosing the balanced, harmonious aspect of the archetypal energy, is simply “missing the mark” but can have horrific consequences that destroy lives and ecosystems and even societies. We all experience challenges associated with the types of archetypal energies that are revealed by the Tree of Life and can make the world a heaven or hell through the way we choose to use these basic energies within us.
When I perform The Supreme Invoking Ritual of the Pentagram (SIRP), I ask Raphael, “Healer of God,” to heal all dark energies sent to harm me by practitioners of black magic. Then I ask Raphael to heal all dark energies possessing or attached to the practitioners of black magic. Then I ask Raphael to heal the practitioners of black magic, clearing away all dark energies; clearing away all illness and negativity caused by suffering and trauma; clearing away all negative thoughts, feelings and beliefs, all shadow selves, so that they experience divine love and harmony and light, wholeness, and forgiveness, and peace and abundance and joy. Using the same format with each Archangel, I ask Michael, “Like unto God,” to cleanse all dark energies and practitioners of black magic with divine holy fire, and Gabriel, “God is my Strength,” to cleanse them with divine holy water. I ask Auriel, “God is my Light,” Archangel of salvation and the Element of Earth, to fill them all with divine love and harmony. By the time I am through, the Archangels have cleansed and healed and neutralized all dark forces and absorbed them into the balanced energies of their spiritual plane of being, and the practitioners of black magic have been cleansed and filled with divine love and harmony--in other words, neutralized.
Cleansing and healing and neutralizing dark forces is far more effective than threatening or cursing or battling them because dark forces feed off of intense, negative energies. Fear and anger and hatred only make them stronger.
I continue to purify my energy field so that I can tell immediately when someone or something is targeting it. As soon as I experience a sense of oppression or malice or have a negative thought that recurs or becomes amplified, I suspect that I am being attacked, and I consult my pendulum. When the answer is yes, which it has been recently about two times a day, I of course immediately perform my ritual and clear my energy field and ask the Shining Ones to neutralize the dark forces.
Most people, I know, cannot believe that God would ever allow so much evil to befall one person. It is frightening to constantly be aware that intelligent evil forces might mercilessly attack you. Needless to say, I am beginning to suspect that my current circumstances might be too dangerous for others. My pendulum confirms that while serving the Divine Will I should not place anyone in harm's way.
Spiritual growth is rooted in truth, so I have chosen to share the following. In one type of attack the demon fills your etheric body with black energy that eventually manifests in the physical body as a debilitating illness. This is perhaps the most insidious type of attack because no negative emotions or physical pains warn the victim that demons are at work. After purifying my chakras and aura, I developed the ability to scan my energy field for negative energy; whenever I see any with my "third eye," I drain it away into the fires below the earth's surface and ask the Archangels to purify my aura with elemental energy. Another type of attack occurs on the emotional level, which can suddenly leave an overwhelming sense of futility, regret, and self-loathing that causes the victim to spiral down into a hopeless depression that can eventually induce harmful thoughts. I had experienced this type of attack a few times times before I realized that dark forces were targeting me. And of course, demons can manifest in a frequency close to the earth plane and can attack you physically, but they usually prefer to remain hidden. They feed off of negative emotions, so of course they enjoy terrifying people by making their presence known in some way, but they prefer causing a long downward spiral into the depths of misery because that benefits them the most. With the help of my pendulum, I am now able to identify these types of attacks and immediately ask the Archangels to neutralize the negative forces, and the Shining Ones have never let me down.

Pestle Next to a Pounding Stone

4grief

00:00 / 04:10

Suite No. 10, Eleventh Movement
A DREAM OF THE POWER OF HARMONY

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

Due to unusual rainfall, early and late spring flowers
are blooming at the same time, creating rare tapestries
in many stretches of woodland forest. As often as I can,
I have escaped the plague and renewed my faith

by immersing myself in the harmony of the earth, and by extension,
the cosmos. I sense the spirits of the flowers and am friends
with the Over Souls of every species. I assume the harmony
of these angels that have abided on this earth in ravishing splendor

with each other for untold ages. I know that the power
of harmony prevails even though in these times of isolation
I might sometimes feel the fear of being out of control.
In isolation I remain connected to this power.

I have developed a spiritual immunity to dark,
unbalanced forces. When ill, I have connected
with this awesome power and have quickly
become whole again. I know that I am one

with this power because I
am one with the Source. I know
that I am one with this harmony
because I am one with the Source.

Pounding Stone at the North Fork of the Kings River (next to the pestle above)

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Eleven

When I was eleven, my family moved from Pomona to Fresno, CA. Soon after the move, my father drove my brother and me and a couple of neighborhood kids out to Pine Flat Dam. My father parked the car below the dam, and he urged us to get out of the car to get a better sense of the size of the monolithic structure. Out of the blue, one of the neighborhood kids yelled, "Let's go!" Leaving my father with the car, the rest of us scrambled up the hill. I was two years younger than my brother and the neighborhood kids, and about half way up the hill, I suddenly discovered that I was all alone. This proved to be the first of many times that they would ditch me.

Pine Flat Dam, Satellite Image (googlemaps.com)

I, of course, had to decide whether or not to continue climbing the hill, which was getting steeper and steeper, or to head back down to the car. When I gazed at the road below, I couldn't see the car anywhere. I had no idea then that above me a road led to the dam. I wasn't afraid, however; all alone I just kept crawling up the hill, practically on all fours before I reached a flat area where heavy equipment had been parked. (See the area delineated in red in the satellite image above.)
Trying to catch my breath, I bent over, a little startled to find myself on flat ground on such a steep hillside. Suddenly a feeling of extreme hostility engulfed me. I twirled around but could not see anyone else.
In retrospect, I realize now that at the age of eleven I was quite psychic--before the testosterone kicked in and I started focusing most of my attention on satisfying social needs. Nevertheless, I was totally alone, unable to identify where the hostility was emanating from. As I looked around, I noticed that I was standing in what resembled a large, grayish-brown wound in the earth. Suddenly I was certain that some powerful spirit was furious about what people had done to the earth there. To me, it didn't look very different from the cuts for mountain roads that I had experienced many times before during my family's travels. I investigated the heavy equipment, a bulldozer, too afraid to touch private property even though I was alone. Finally, still deeply disturbed, I climbed a steep dirt road to find the asphalt road that led to the dam.
After a short hike up the road, I discovered my father's car parked by the side of the road. He and the other kids were already exploring the top of the dam. (Fifty years ago, before people committed suicide by leaping from the top, the dam was open to the public and unsupervised.) As I rushed to catch up with the others, slightly dizzy from the height of the dam but happy to have found them, I was no longer thinking about the inexplicable feeling of hostility that I had experienced a little while earlier, but I began to understand why a spirit might be enraged by what had happened to the area.
In retrospect, I learned two lessons from the experience. First of all, I realized that I could somehow sense the feelings of spiritual entities. Secondly, I realized that I could handle dangerous, uncertain circumstances. The same kids on other trips ditched me twice on moonless nights in woodland areas where I had never been before. They also lured me into a cave, turned off the flashlights and left me alone in absolute darkness. I heard their giggles far off in the distance as I stood alone, literally unable to see my hand in front of my face. I had a general sense of where I was in relation to the cave wall, so I inched carefully, arms outstretched, until I touched the rock wall. After about an hour of carefully feeling my way along the wall, I saw a glimmer of light and finally reached the opening of the cave.
Those lessons have helped me to survive some current circumstances.
Demons have not assaulted me in two weeks. My pendulum has confirmed that the government agency that had been targeting me could no longer find anyone who could even pretend to perform black magic effectively. I had been getting the feeling lately that the leaders of the shadow project were running out of effective practitioners of the dark arts: The most recent attacks were wimpy and amateurish compared to the ferocity that I had grown used to. I even chuckled a few times while the attacks were in progress. One sorcerer made it seem like a cat was meowing loudly outside my bedroom door at two in the morning. (All my doors and windows were locked, and I have never owned a cat.) Another sent four ghostly hooded figures to stand around my bed. Another made things fall off the shelves in my bedroom in the middle of the night. Real sorcerers don't mess around: they send demons who violently shake you or your bed when you’re falling asleep or who pin you down and choke you as they feed off your energy or who fill your aura with negative energy that eventually manifests as a serious or fatal illness. You know, stuff that wrecks your psyche and/or kills you.
Free of that evil, I feel like someone whose personality has disappeared, someone suddenly free to start life over without any bad memories or negativity associated with the past.
I have experienced a chronic illness for decades. Eventually I even reached a point during which I died for a few seconds, in other words, I floated out of my body. Before I eliminated gluten from my diet, at a time when I could not digest most foods and regularly experienced atrial fibrillation, I envisioned the angel of death circling above my room. At that point, my job, my bank account, my status no longer held any meaning for me.
As I envisioned the angel of death in my mind's eye, I remembered my father's body, waxy and doll-like, laid out in his best suit on a single bed. My mother had to okay the work of the funeral-home technicians before they put his body in a coffin. The funeral director at that moment forced my mother to choose between a concrete vault for his grave that would last twenty-five years or a thicker one that would last fifty years. My mother grimaced and let out a stifled groan.
Glancing at me, she chose the latter option even though it was twice as expensive. At that moment, it seemed significant to me for some reason that my father was in his fifties when he died, and I wanted to yell that the thickness of the vault didn’t matter. Nobody would ever check to see, while he decomposed, before those fifty years were over, whether or not he still resembled the pasty dummy next to us on the bed. (I should emphasize that my father was a smart man in his own way.) I had just turned seventeen, but despite the fact that I had never experienced a greater urgency to speak in my life, I remained silent.
I am no longer remaining silent.
If I had died from a stroke or a heart attack at the age of fifty-five due to the cumulative effects of gluten poisoning, a couple of people might have mourned my passing, even fewer than those who had showed up at my father’s funeral. That realization, after I experienced a few moments of self-pity, gave me an unexpected feeling of liberation, almost like the kind of release that I experienced after two weeks of freedom from attacks by dark forces.
The Tree of Life reveals how the Universal Energy Field manifests in the personal energy field. As above, so below. I had become one with the Tree of Life while neutralizing dark forces during my rituals so often that it was becoming difficult for me to distinguish between my personal energy field and the Universal Energy Field. After the attacks ended, I was finally free, nothing more or less than a pure point of consciousness in a vast, divine fabric of energy, feeling peace beyond understanding and compassion for all life.

Pounding Stone on High Ridge

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Suite No. 10, Twelfth Movement:

FIND AN ANCIENT PATH

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

Shut your windows, lock your doors, and arm
your alarm system. Find an ancient path
into the woodland forest and hike until you stumble
upon a Native American Village, abandoned

over a century ago. Along the way, you will find
sweet, ravishing flowers, revealing how the brilliant
energies of splendor extend into the cosmos--
to the farthest stars. You might find an ancient oak

emanating peace from the Source and suddenly
feel free of negativity, and suddenly feel
compassion for all life. As you stand among
the flowers, under the huge branches, your ego

might let go as you gaze far into the distance
and suddenly you might feel one
with Universal Consciousness and know
that all energy is holy. Your ego might let go

as you gaze into the distance
and you might suddenly feel one
with Universal Consciousness.
You might find flowers emanating

sweetness from the Source and suddenly
feel peace beyond understanding,
and suddenly feel free of negativity,
and suddenly feel compassion for all life.

Ancient Trail through Bush Lupine and Goldfields

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Twelve

When I was a boy, the neighborhood kids ditched me now and then in unfamiliar places. They were all two years older, yet I was better at sports than some of them, especially football. In retrospect, I believe that they repeatedly tried to cut me down to size in order to emphasize that I should remain weak and subordinate, which placed me in an awkward position because they surely would have wrecked me if I had not striven to measure up to them.
One time stands out because two aspects of the experience had a profound effect on me. I don't remember where we were that day because I had slept in the car for most of our trip into the mountains. I remember opening my eyes as we were about to cross an arch bridge over a canyon, which startled and amazed me enough that I kept my eyes open. After a few more nauseating miles on a winding mountain road, my Dad parked the car, and we all plunged down a hill to a river below. As my Dad fished, the rest of us wandered off to explore the area. We followed a trail up a hill and soon lost sight of the river.
Suddenly they all tried to ditch me, but I managed to keep up with one of the less athletic boys, who sprinted around wildly in a circle.
After we joined up together again, Alan, our de facto leader, cussed and sneered at the boy who couldn't shake me. As I was asking what the hell was going on, Alan suddenly yelled, "Again!" They all quickly vanished into the nearby woods. I didn't try to scramble after them the second time, however. For awhile I felt abandoned and vulnerable and furious. For most of the hike, I was still trying to wake up and hadn't really paid much attention to where I was in relation to the river or the car. I kept plodding up the hill, thinking I might find my friends on the trail ahead.
Then I noticed lupine next to the trail. I had never really stopped to look at lupine before. I was usually oblivious to the environment as I tried my best to keep up with the other kids. I smelled its faint, cloying fragrance and it suddenly seemed like the most stunning flower I had ever encountered. I knew that I should probably continue searching for the other boys, but I just stood gazing at the lupine, and suddenly peace drenched my soul, a peace that was flooding the entire woodland forest, a peace that forced me to question why I kept struggling to be as good or even better than the other boys.
I found another trail heading downhill and hiked along a small stream, aware, for a change, of an abundance of flowers, especially lupine. I couldn't help but pause and gaze at each flower, now and then remembering that I was lost and might not find my way back before sunset, but I kept telling myself that I didn't need any of them, that my newfound awareness of the peace within the natural world was all I needed, no matter what happened.
I don't know how long I wandered alone but eventually I pushed through some bushes into an opening and stepped out unexpectedly onto the river bank. My father was still fishing, and the other boys were splashing around in the river.
As soon as my father saw me, he yelled out, "Time to go!" I realized then that a great deal of time must have passed since they had ditched me, but I hadn't noticed because along with the feeling of peace was a sense of timelessness. I realized then how lucky I was to have wandered straight to the place where everyone was hanging out as I noticed the beginnings of sunset reflected in the river. My father had always just shrugged whenever I told him what the other boys had done to me, so I didn't say anything as we scrambled up the hill to the car.
Alan's father had died from leukemia about six months before our trip. Alan had now and then displayed leadership qualities that our small group valued: adventurousness and rebelliousness. After his father passed away, he began to demand loyalty no matter how insane or sadistic his machinations and his adventures turned out to be. He was the mastermind behind ditching me in a pitch-black cave, for instance. (See previous post.) He once got his hands on a bottle of 151 rum and commanded me to guzzle two large cups of Pepsi spiked with the noxious liquid; not aware that I was drinking copious amounts of hard liquor, I pounded down the libations given to me as quickly as I could. I passed out less than an hour later and threw up all over the kitchen table where the others were playing poker. (I was deathly ill for three days.) Once, he directed me to fight one of the weaker older boys; I pulled all of my punches, but the others all thought it was hilarious as I pretended to beat the hell out of him. Even though they acted like I was the decisive winner of the fight, we both ended up humiliated.
Those are just a few of his brilliant ideas. Somehow Alan knew that the group needed someone to pick on, someone to humiliate, and his commands seemed to be getting crazier every time we got together, and I was getting sick of sometimes being the target of his sadistic schemes. After he caught our tent on fire one night, which ended up severely burning the back of my head as I slept, I began to suspect that he felt no qualms about seriously harming others in order to maintain his position as the supreme leader of the group. Thanks to him, I began to suspect that examples of this form of behavior existed throughout history.
Giving Alan the benefit of the doubt, however, I began to suspect that after his father died he needed to be in control of every situation and that his demand for absolute loyalty was a substitute for something that was missing in him, but I could no longer laugh off or ignore how he was becoming more and more of a menace--especially to me. I knew one thing for certain: I could not follow him anymore. I could not be part of a group that harms its weakest or youngest members to satisfy the sadistic egotistical needs of others in the group. I learned because of that experience that on my own I could find a profound peace that enabled me to totally let go of anger and fear and frustration.
Something else happened that day that had a profound effect on me. After we crossed the arch bridge over the canyon on our way home, I suddenly knew that my father was going to die soon, and I would not be able to do anything about it. He had never showed signs of illness or weakness, but I knew it with absolute certainty. I felt shocked and devastated as the car wove through hillsides on fire with fiddleneck. I was speechless, but I knew that the other boys would belittle me for my premonition. As we gently swayed back and forth in our seats on the way home, I eventually again fell asleep.
My premonition came true two years later. My father died of a heart attack at the age of fifty-five. I suspected that there are currents of time, the knowledge of which can surface due to external events and conducive states of mind. In the forest by myself, no longer worried about Alan's cruel schemes, my consciousness had slipped into a state that enabled me to experience a profound sense of unity underlying all consciousness, which induced a sense of peace beyond understanding, and I let go of all negative feelings about my peers. In that state, possibly sparked in part also because of Alan's deep emotional troubles due to his father's death, I also accessed knowledge of the future. I eventually understood that those currents of time include not only premonitions about the future but memories of past lives buried deep in the subconscious mind. It was as if all time exists at once, including the future and the remote past, and instead of accessing knowledge of key moments within the soul's history, we are "normally" too caught up in the moment or too afraid to experience that knowledge.
Recently I went to see a psychic named Debra. From a safe distance, Debra ushered me in to sit on her couch, and she plopped down in a recliner on the other side of the room. We chatted for a while, and she suddenly blurted out that my soul is from a high angelic order known as the Brilliant Ones. Another psychic had mentioned something similar back in the days when I was an open-minded agnostic, but Debra's emphatic claim nevertheless came as a great surprise. I didn't believe the statement when I first heard it mainly because I have often been less than mediocre throughout most of my life thanks to a chronic illness. "You must know what it's like to suffer before you can empathize," she stated. "Not only have you been sick most of your life, without anyone making an effort to truly understand your illness, but you have also been traumatized by black magic." She made this claim before I had even mentioned my chronic illness or my experiences as a victim of black magic.
She then suddenly stated that I had been a member of the Knights Templar in a previous life. According to her, in that life I was an extremely devout Christian who massacred innocents in the performance of his duty for the benefit of the Pope and the Catholic Church, which made it impossible for me to reconcile my experiences with the Catholic Church's repeated assertions about the goodness of God and Jesus. Debra informed me that the templar knight aspect of my personality would soon reveal itself to me.
Over the past three decades, I have searched the Kings River watershed for Native American village sites, and many times I have experienced a sixth sense about where to find them. One night recently while I was sprawling in bed, unable to sleep, I was being guided in vision through places I had known in some other life, and suddenly I knew with absolute certainty that I had been a shaman who had wandered from one village to another in the Kings River watershed during the Gold Rush times. I had survived a massacre and practiced black magic to harm as many invaders as I could.
Then the templar knight aspect of my personality suddenly surfaced through a series of visions. During the crusades, the Knights Templar had discovered the mystic teachings of the Kabbalah. As a templar knight I eventually lost my faith because of the corruption of the Catholic Church. As a knight who had studied the Kabbalah, I figured out how to perform black magic to harm those responsible for the Holy War and for all the massacring and pillaging throughout the Middle East.
I began to believe that the demons and malicious spirits that I had sent to harm other people in those two other lifetimes had come back to haunt me in this life. I suddenly also wondered if I might have a heroic side, which I had never seriously considered before as a possibility. I was neutralizing dark forces to create balance--without causing harm to anyone else. In the process, I often experienced a profound sense of peace.

Pounding Stone with Pestles (I put the pestles back in the mortars)

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Suite No. 10, Thirteenth Movement:

FORGIVE MY TRESPASSES

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

Watt’s Valley Road crosses a canal that diverts
almost every drop from one of the most
abused rivers in these United States, and not far
from the canal, the road then curves through

a Native village site. No doubt years ago,
construction workers didn’t think twice about blasting
and bulldozing burial sites and pounding stones as they built
this road through former Native American lands.

I park the car and roll under barbed wire,
and I soon know peace beyond understanding, freedom
from negativity, compassion for all life,
for I feel one with Universal Consciousness

as I immerse myself in a timelessness owned now
by a few ranchers and corporations. All the rivers
die in the valley below, the wetlands like lost
puzzle pieces, the diverted water in canals

heading for crops that have no business
being cultivated in a desert. Suddenly I see
in the distance cowboys on horses riding straight toward me.
Surely capitalism can solve this little problem.

Can I just rent the trail for a few hours?
I feel as vulnerable as a Native American
as they gallop toward me on their horses.
I only wanted to search for Native village sites

that have been here for thousands of years.
Would they sympathize if I told them that I
just want to feel one with the Source of all Creation?
They’ve stopped on a ledge, waiting

for me to run through the open field
but I am crawling instead
behind rocks up a steep slope where they
cannot follow on their horses.

The Sun

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Thirteen

Before I knew anything about Native American trails and village sites, I hiked all over the foothills searching for birds, a hobby that requires a heightened sensitivity to the foliage and the terrain. A flitter here or a hop there would make me whip out the binoculars in search of a rare or colorful flower of the air. Sometimes a stunning bird such as a bunting or a tanager or an oriole would wing right in front of me, unbidden, like grace. Other times I pushed through dense foliage, up steep mountain slopes, just to catch a glimpse of a bird I had already sighted a hundred times. But even then the experience was memorable because I had never witnessed the bird in those surroundings before or at that particular time of day. As I was searching for yet another bird, I came to know the flowers and where they grow, and over time I noticed that some plants are, from one spring to another, migrating a little every year over the land.
I have followed numerous trails, whirling around now and then with binoculars in hand. Only after I became knowledgeable about the birds and flowers did I become sensitive to the human history in the mountains. Coincidentally, around the same time I was becoming more sensitive to the spiritual side of my own nature through meditation, which helps to explain an unusual experience that I had one day.
When I first started bird watching, I never wondered about who or what had made the trails. I just always assumed that cattle had etched them in the earth.
One spring day, I followed a creek where three different types of swallows wove invisible loops around me, and orioles scolded me, and male tanagers scouted out suitable nesting habitat in the canopy above me. I was having a spectacular bird watching day, so I kept trudging along even though my feet were aching, and I had very little water left. I finally plopped down next to a creek and noticed smooth mortars in a Native American pounding stone. Lounging quietly in a cool breeze, I felt like my mind was part of an ocean of consciousness, and suddenly I heard the laughter of women right next to me. I looked all around but could see no one.
Even though I had never been there before, at that moment I knew without a doubt that a trail was nearby that would lead me to another pounding stone.
I scrambled up the slope and quickly found a distinct trail that led up the hillside. Without a second thought, I followed the trail and discovered a pounding stone about several hundred yards away on a ridge overlooking the creek. The pounding stone seemed familiar even though I had never been there. For the first time I suspected that cattle had not made the trails.
Because the sun was setting, I headed back to the floodplain of the creek and rested on the pounding stone again before heading back. Feeling excited but uneasy, I waited awhile for something to happen, but nothing did, so I stood up and began the long trek back to my car. Suddenly I stepped into a current of cold air and experienced an intense rage as if something precious had been stolen. Up until that moment, I had been feeling only fatigue and tranquility. I have since realized that I had probably stepped directly into the cold energy field of a spirit.
Perplexed, I whirled around to see if anybody else was in the vicinity. I had not encountered another soul all day, but I had an eerie feeling that a powerful drama had at some point occurred by that stream. I then had an overpowering urge to cross the creek and climb up to the ridge on the other side. As crickets chirped in the cooling air, I hopped across unstable stones without getting my boots wet, and, vexed by the feeling that some buried knowledge or memory was about to surface, I followed a faint path up the hill on the other side of the creek.
When I reached the top, I found only a few oaks and dried cow patties. After I stepped into a clearing, I could see across the creek to the ridge with the pounding stone. Then I peered into the floodplain below and noticed the pounding stone that I had first encountered that day. Exhausted, I paused in a shallow indentation in the ground, absolutely certain that I had discovered another Native American village site, but I could not find any evidence of it. By that point I could no longer postpone the journey back.
After that, I searched for pounding stones as I hiked the trails, and I found them about everywhere I wandered in the foothills. I also began to find shallow indentations in the ground just about wherever I found pounding stones, and eventually I realized that they were house pits where the Native Americans had set up their huts.
I eventually returned to the ridge where I had stood at dusk in a shallow indentation, where I had felt a Native American presence, and realized that at the time I had been standing in a house pit. I then carefully searched the area again and discovered several pounding stones blanketed by oak leaves, one of which still contained a pestle in a mortar.
If past is prologue, the cultural and natural devastation will continue to occur in the mountains. More dams, more development, more exhaustion of resources. I would like to believe that as a species we have moved beyond genocide, but the current perpetuation of ecocide suggests that our rapaciousness does not yet end with the exploitation of nature.
I have known a handful of activists who were unrelenting in their efforts to protect human and natural communities, no matter the personal cost. You could not find people more unlike each other in terms of background and lifestyle and philosophy, yet despite their differences, each was driven to carry out his or her own personal mission. A few of them spoke truth to power and used the system so effectively that they ended up blackballed or ruined financially by the powers that be--and that did not even stop them. They cared little or nothing about power or status or money or any of the ideals associated with the American Dream. Malcontents or misfits perhaps in the eyes of many, some were poor and getting poorer, but nothing, it seemed, could stop them. None of them ever talked about what motivated them, but I believe that I might understand at least some of them now after my experiences in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains.
Our culture remains in a limbo of the perpetual present, with very little sense of history or natural diversity, stuck in the “surface mind” that values status and glitz and excitement over spiritual connection. I mention this only because I believe that each of the die-hard activists I once worked with had at some point in their life stimulated a higher aspect of the self that enabled them to feel a bond of sympathy for all things, which continued to motivate them despite the beatings they received in the political arena. Most of them, I suspect, would never view their own motivations as spiritual in nature, yet this spark, I believe, is undeniably Christian in nature, from an esoteric point of view. A social critic such as Chris Hedges might consider the persistence of these activists as a symptom of "sublime madness," but I would instead consider it the result of the awakening of the higher self.
As I was returning to the Native American village site recently, I felt ravished by the flowers that are flourishing despite the drought that our local newspaper and politicians have claimed will end civilization as we know it if we don’t build more dams, and I realized that this stream could just as easily be buried under many feet of water or bulldozed into a nucleus of urban growth. As I stood again in the house pit in the clearing, gazing at the ridge across the creek, I began to fear that only a core group of adults, each of whom remain in contact with their higher self to some degree, would fight to save this place, perhaps at great personal cost—and I again remembered those activists that I haven’t seen in years.
I haven’t attended a Christian church regularly since the fourth grade. I confess that for many years I suffered from a serious “Jesus allergy,” and I have never made any effort to be “saved.” For the majority of my adult life, Christianity has seemed authoritarian, rigid and intolerant. After my experience with my activist friends, however, I believe that a form of Christianity is crucial to our society—but not the evangelical Christianity that so many experience. (I am approaching this subject from the perspective of the Hebrew mystical tradition known as the Qabalah, or Kabbala.)
From the mystical perspective of the Qabalah, the Christ is a cosmic force that manifests as harmonizing love, spiritual inebriation, and sacrifice--not as one man who will come either to save or condemn us. The principle of cosmic harmony has been personified throughout history as different gods and goddesses, not just as Jesus, and has had many names, such as “Ma’at” and "Ra" in Egypt. Gods of exultation and sacrifice have also surfaced in different cultures. For instance, Apollo and Dionysus, sons of Zeus, together symbolically personify the harmony and spiritual inebriation of the Christ force.
Because the Christ is a cosmic force, any man or woman can manifest it, not just a savior or a priest. This force, I believe, will not “save” anyone from a hell in the afterlife or ensure that a person enters a heaven. No one needs to be "saved." We each have the subtle energies already within us, unfortunately too often veiled or dormant. Instead, a person can awaken and manifest the cosmic force in the here and now to establish and maintain harmony within his or her own personal sphere, just as a worshiper in Greece might have manifested harmony through a mystical connection with Apollo, who is, like Jesus, a symbolic representation of an invisible but very real force. Just as importantly, a person can experience the spiritual exultation of the Christ force, which provides a permanent expansion of the personality, a stimulation of the ethical faculties, a sympathy for all life and a greater desire for harmony and for the righteousness of beauty and the beauty of righteousness.
I am basing my understanding of the cosmic Christ on the glyph, or composite symbol, known as the Tree of Life. On the mystical Tree, the Sephira ("Emanation" in English) of the cosmic Christ is the sphere of the Sun, the source of life, and is known as “Tiphareth,” or “Beauty.” The spiritual experiences assigned to this sphere are “The Vision of Harmony” and “The Mysteries of the Crucifixion.”
The Vision of Harmony includes an understanding that each life is a field of conscious energy within fields upon fields of interconnected energy throughout the cosmos. The mysteries of the crucifixion include creating balance and harmony within the self and the community through sacrifice. Some people, such as my activist friends, for instance, have the courage to experience ongoing personal sacrifice for the highest good of the community.
An extremely important concept relating to this state of balance and sacrifice is the concept of the higher self, the aspect of the soul in touch with the principle of cosmic harmony and divinity. This higher aspect of the self, open to powerful forces, sometimes inexplicably knows things in a way that transcends the five senses. This connection, commonly known as intuition, is often associated with a guardian angel or “daimon" and is one basis of faith.
Through exultation and the expansion of the mind, aesthetically, ethically, and spiritually, the higher self is activated. Since this expansion of consciousness normally takes years, it is extremely unlikely that a child would be able to see the world through the eyes of the higher self. A society’s obsession with youthfulness suggests either an ignorance or rejection of the higher self, or both.
The higher self, in tune with the Christ force, strives for the highest good, even though this might require great personal sacrifice. Due to the profound vision of harmony, the individual understands that all energy is connected, part of one Universal Consciousness. Through this recognition, the individual develops sympathy for all life and embraces the physical world, with all of its harshness and suffering, instead of rejecting it as evil, and turns to the natural world, and the spiritual forces within it, as to a friend.

Pounding Stone and House Pit on High Ridge

Each path on the Tree of Life reflects the primary forces within both the cosmos and the individual, and each force contains extremes at each end of a spectrum. As a sphere of equilibrium and the higher self, the Christ center on the Tree helps place the extremes of all the forces into balance. Without the perspective of the higher self, in other words, an activist, like anyone else, can get out of balance, becoming merely combative, vengeful, biased, or egotistical. Through the perspective of the higher self, an activist can move by degrees to a state of balance, remaining focused on the highest good for the self and the community.
An activist might not realize that he or she is motivated by the higher self, but from an esoteric spiritual perspective a selfless striving for justice, equality and harmony, despite great personal sacrifice, is one indication. The Sun in esoteric symbolism represents the higher self, and the Moon, which reflects the light of the Sun, reveals on one level how that light over time changes in the lower personality. Few human beings can stand fully in the light all of the time. Once the personality has expanded to a certain degree, however, the desire for the harmony of the Christ force—in aesthetics, ethics, and spirituality—never entirely disappears.

Pounding Stone Near Friant-Kern Canal

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Suite No.10, Fourteenth Movement

THE ONE-EYED MAN

"In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is insane."

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

I work with the powers of harmony to neutralize dark forces
and create balance, for grace is crucial in these troubled times.
The powers of harmony awaken us to the divinity of all life
on this earth, the holiness of all energy in the cosmos.

The super-rich continue destroying the planet and so many lives
for their short-term profits, yet the emperor has no clothes.
How can we tell our children that the rivers in the valley are dead;
wildfires turn the forests into deserts of ash and dirt;

the coral reefs are bleaching, the ice caps are melting?
So many suffocate from a virus that could have been contained
long ago through rational measures. The wealthy
have never valued the little guy or the planet,

only wealth. The world could become total chaos
before we find our roots, so I work
with the powers of harmony to neutralize dark forces
and create balance, for grace is crucial in these troubled times.

The powers of harmony awaken us to the divinity of all life
on this earth, the holiness of all energy in the cosmos,
but our chances to claim our right to live as divine,
magnificent beings in this world are running out.

Graffitied Pounding Stone next to the Kings River

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PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Fourteen

I suppose the main irony in my story is that I must tell the truth so that I appear insane to the average person. My theory is that if I do it often enough, I might avoid encountering people with official-looking badges (or no badge at all, as the case may be) who approach me with the intent of throwing me into a dark hole or a concentration camp with a crematorium. Therefore, I feel it necessary to leak spiritual secrets now and then so that average people and the masters of mankind remain confident in their belief that I am bat-bleep crazy.
At this stage of history I suspect that only spiritual people with esoteric knowledge can save humanity, and unfortunately that forces the spiritually inclined to exhibit what the vast majority of people consider blatant lunacy. For practical purposes, one must remain on a plane above evil to deal with it effectively. Evil reigns supreme in the political and economic realms, placing the fate of humanity in limbo, so I suspect that only the few who experience sublime madness can elevate human consciousness enough to turn this badly leaking boat around.
The Nephilim are a unique angelic order comprised of angels who have chosen to incarnate as humans in order to aid humanity in its evolution. The Nephilim cannot escape human frailty, but we have a strength that the masses are not currently aware of. Unlike us, humans rarely feel one with the Source, or with the Thrones of Power and Archangels and Orders of Angels and elementals and the Earth Soul, and therefore have no knowledge about how to connect with the subtle (humans might say “magical”) spiritual powers of healing and balance. The individual members of the Nephilim, as we transmute negativity through grace into harmony, in other words, through moral strength that involves sacrifice, often face challenges that human beings at this stage of evolution could not possibly survive, but the Nephilim manage to continue plodding along because of the ability to heal quickly, thanks to our connections with the powers of harmony. Throughout history, of course, many of us have been persecuted and executed because of our orneriness. Humans might memorialize a few of them now and then due to the archetypal significance of their particular sacrifice, which humans throughout history for the most part have only dimly comprehended, but the Nephilim, on the whole, remain content with a life of sacrifice without glory.
A key element of grace is a connection with the Source—as well as with the awesome beings who bring the energies of balance and healing down through the different planes of manifestation into the world. The Source, pure spirit, does not reach a hand down through layers of clouds to heal or create balance. This never happens.
If you examine the Tree of Life, you might notice what appear to be spheres emanating from the Crown of Creation. Within these Emanations (“Sephiroth” in Hebrew) are Powers, Archangels, and Orders of Angels. If you do a bit of research, you should find the name representing the God Power of the Emanation, the name of the presiding Archangel, and the name of the Order of Angels associated with each Emanation. For instance, in the second Emanation, the God-name for the Power is Jehovah (the Supernal or “Heavenly Father”), the name of the Archangel is Raziel (“Herald of God”), and the name of the Order of Angels is Ophannim (“Wheels” in English). Each of the ten Holy Emanations on the Tree of Life contains this hierarchy: the God Powers reside in the Archetypal or Divine World; the Archangels represent the World of Creation; the hosts of Angels represent the World of Formation; the elementals reside in the World of Action.
You can cry “Lord, Lord” all day or become one with Universal Consciousness for fifteen minutes, but if you are not in tune with these aspects of divinity that channel the powers of harmony down through the planes, you are unlikely to become a co-creator with the Source.
With appropriate knowledge, you can perform the Supreme Invoking Ritual of the Pentagram and bring the powers of harmony effectively into alignment. The ritual features the Powers of Ehyeh, the Source, as well as Jehovah, Elohim, El, and Adonai; the Archangels of the Elements, Raphael, Michael, Gabriel, and Auriel, and by association, the Orders of Angels (under the ruling guidance of these Archangels), known respectively as the Melachim, the Bene Elohim, the Keruvim, and the Ishim; as well as the Elementals, Sylphs, Salamanders, Undines, and Gnomes. In other words, these divine beings channel the energies from the Source down through the subtle spiritual planes into our dimension. (If you feel a thirst for this connection, the information is out there….)
The Nephilim’s sacrifice is rooted in empathy, a psychic sensitivity that often traumatizes us. Since we incarnate with a compulsion to create balance and harmony, we often take on the negativity of others and sometimes attract toxic personalities. As we grow up, for instance, a close relative might subconsciously recognize our empathic abilities and continually dump their emotional and mental negativity into our subtle energy field. We also often attract narcissists who enjoy our company for a similar reason, and we can end up in extremely unhealthy relationships.
Sometimes it takes years for the Nephilim to understand the danger associated with human beings. We must practice great discretion, especially around people who participate in a strong group mind based on the power of hate, like witches who practice black magic, for example—but all groups that maintain a sense of superiority and exclusiveness through negativity, whether politically left or right or off the spectrum, are extremely dangerous. Due to her psychic sensitivity, a member of the Nephilim, after years of dealing with the subtle negative energies of human beings, can identify these types of groups quickly but must always neutralize the group’s negative energy without letting on that she recognizes how treacherous they are. To maintain the group mind, these organizations viciously vilify and demonize others. These groups are sometimes large, which can give them political power and influence. Many of these groups, acknowledged politically or not, continually strive to find scapegoats that they can then attack—victims who might actually be innocent and compassionate and loving people….
Angelic souls usually incarnate as females—the gender that tends to be far more psychically receptive than males at this stage in history. I have met many female members of the Nephilim whose souls are from the Order of the Elohim, which is associated with Venus, in other words, with nature, beauty, love, and the arts—their spiritual energies being especially crucial in human society now that nature is under assault by so many powerful interests. I also know some male and female members from the Order of the Chashmillim, associated with Jupiter and the magnificence, abundance, and harmony of the human spirit and the cosmos; the males from that order of angels are often bisexual or gay, partially due, I believe, to their openness to the divinity of all life.
Many of the incarnated Nephilim never understand why human beings so often direct their negativity at us, but after awhile, some of us, especially after many vicious attacks, finally understand the spiritual purpose of our sacrifice and recognize our angelic strength—which humans will eventually understand and collectively honor as a pure form of spiritual power for neutralizing negativity and maintaining harmony on the spiritual level (no doubt only after experiencing numerous horrific events that sear the soul). My pendulum confirms that humans eventually, after many experiences with radical evil, will also become an order of angels that assists all evolving life. As I mentioned above, the Tree of Life reveals the different Powers of Divinity and Archangels and Orders of Angels on the planes of being in the different dimensions—it is a symbol system worth studying by humans as well. Other modalities, such as Reiki, can also be extremely powerful in the hands of an angelic soul like Amber. At this stage, of course, we need to use all the tools that we can find.
I would like to sit here all day and sing the praises of the Nephilim, but there is so much work to be done. All of us on this earth now are facing truly daunting threats, such as recurring economic collapse and fascism and climate change and extreme environmental degradation and the use of weapons of mass destruction. Human negativity, especially fear and greed, could soon end organized existence as we know it. Angelic souls must continue to work at a subtle spiritual level to elevate human consciousness. Through spiritual practices that enable us to connect with the Source and the powers of harmony, we can bring energies of harmony and balance down the planes and help others recognize that we are all divinely connected through Universal Consciousness—and maybe, just maybe, form a group mind strong enough to create a collective shift to higher spiritual awareness.

The Lovers: Gemini

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Suite No. 10, Fifteenth Movement

DANCING WITH THE FLOWERS

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

I explore the forest to claim hillsides for my soul,
so many roots and stalks and mossy rocks,
so many petals and leaves and wings,
so much vetch and lupine, so many red maids and poppies,
and look an albino blue dick bobbing with its purple clan
and these shooting stars with fluttering petals,
and golden fiddleneck swaying above so many blue eyes,
and hidden by shadow, the first Chinese purple houses
in this living tapestry, and I can’t escape the subtle shock of love
as the fragrant breath from jewels awakens
my hidden eye and I envision
a golden-equal armed cross on a pyramid and suddenly
I sense immense peace drenching the hills and I know the Source
of everything is inside me
and maybe these tiny white flowers
are fairies that just want to make me dance,
so let’s dance, let’s dance, let’s dance….

Wind Poppy and Fiesta Flowers

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Fifteen

When I was 42, I mentally purified my chakras and experienced a spiritual awakening. To eliminate negativity completely from my aura, I also spent many hours in meditation forgiving people. Now, I practice a ritual, known as the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram (LBRP), which purifies my psyche on all levels. Imagine a conscious mind free of negativity. Imagine emotions and a subconscious mind free of darkness and negativity, and a clear will free of distractions. Imagine being able to use the mind, the emotions, and the personal will without any psychic obstacles or disturbances. Imagine feeling centered and one with Universal Consciousness—which includes feeling peace beyond understanding, freedom from fear and negativity, compassion for all life. Imagine feeling this most of the time.
I realize now that before my spiritual awakening, I used to dwell on negativity most of the time. I was the poster child for the effects of capitalism on body and soul. While believing that I was eating the healthiest diet in the world, all the while, besides consuming pesticides and other harmful chemicals, I was ingesting, like everyone else, an indigestible protein that was breaking apart the tight junctions in my small intestine, allowing toxins and undigested food and waste into my bloodstream. My immune system could not fight off all the foreign invaders, so inflammation occurred throughout my body, and I remained chronically ill. The Russian Roulette with diet is sometimes played out over decades, slowly ravaging the bodies of hapless individuals with no connection to one other, and most people, including most doctors, are either unaware of the cause or blithely ignore it. Unfortunately, if you yelp from the rooftops that contaminated, unhealthy food has killed a large number of people in our society, you are labeled a wacko, which allows the powerful elites who control the food supply to get away with criminally negligent homicide.
Politicians, captured by corporate donors, have allowed cigarettes, alcohol, toxins in food and air and water, guns, legal drugs, imperialism, and our regular diet to kill untold millions, with little more than a few whimpers from the masses. Now, the elites seem happy to let Covid-19 keep the masses in a panic. So many politicians, used to pretending that the free market will solve everything, end up paralyzed by real problems, like the pandemic, climate disruption, the death of democracy. They have grown used to relying on their corporate donors, for whom the public good is a dangerous impediment, to tell them what to do.
Their corporate donors don't want to take the simple steps necessary to solve our worst crises. The elites don't bother themselves with the public good. Their only concern is making a profit. The for-profit health care system and the wealthiest top few percent are making a killing from the pandemic, which could have been curbed quickly by widespread testing and quarantining and other rational measures, such as lock downs in targeted areas. For instance, with a population of nearly a billion and a half people, China has managed to keep Covid-19 deaths down to just over twenty-eight thousand people (https://covid19.who.int/region/wpro/country/cn) while the United States, with a population of just over 330 million, has allowed over a million seventy thousand people to die from the virus.
As long as Covid-19 rages, the masses experience fear, which the elites can use to divide the races and economic classes and justify a fascist crackdown when the time is ripe. The elites could have long ago curbed climate disruption by shifting away from fossil fuels, but corporations are not done making money hand over fist at the expense of the future of the entire human race and the biosphere. Democracy and truth and our ecosystems die by a thousand cuts as the elites continue to divide the country through lies and misinformation and alternate realities and also pound the populace with higher interest rates and inflation. (Little known fact: corporate elites set prices, not Democrats.)
I wish to dwell on the horrors of capitalism just a tad more. An indigestible protein in gluten can be found in just about every food on grocery shelves. Since the protein cannot be digested, consumers are all harmed to some degree. Scientists have known this for decades, yet the government has done little or nothing to remove gluten or other toxins from this nation’s diet.
I nearly died from the effects of gluten. My digestive system literally began shutting down—I couldn’t digest most foods—and my heart went hay-wire when I ate even a miniscule amount of gluten. Over the years doctors had considered me a hypochondriac, and the people closest to me had believed that I was to blame for my inability to act happy and healthy. My physical symptoms were considered psychological. I eventually eliminated gluten from my diet, and I am now healthy and totally free of negativity.
Nowadays the President is saying that we should not believe what we see and hear—we should only believe him. Having been fed for our entire lives a steady diet of illusion and lies by the media and those in authority, believing only him has not been a problem for a surprisingly large number of people. Some people, however, must see through the lies or die. For instance, the American diet almost killed me: I know that many of this society’s lies are extremely hazardous to my health.

The Empress: Venus

Many years ago, I held my grandfather’s hand as we climbed through golden grass up a hill above the picnic area. My grandfather and I were both radiating golden light. Neither one of us said a word, and in a silence that crickets made more profound, I felt immense peace emanating from the earth, which ignited a euphoria in me that I had never before imagined possible. Golden light flowed from the grass and the trees and the rocks and the earth as we headed back down the hill.
After the family piled into the van, I clearly heard a disembodied female voice state with great assurance, “Everything will be all right.” Frantically looking around, I could tell that no one else had heard it. Startled, I suddenly sensed that I was hearing the voice of a goddess or an angel—even though I was only three years old and no one had ever told me anything about gods or goddesses or angels. For a moment, I felt a little uncomfortable that something supernatural would need to comfort me about my future, but soon I was experiencing again such bliss that I remained still, hoping to hear the voice once more, and feeling such boundless love for the rocks and trees and bushes that we passed that I wanted to remain there forever.
After I tested positive for Covid-19, I drove out to the foothills where twenty years before I had traveled in springtime with my wife and our dog Pepi, who was only a puppy at the time. That day twenty years ago, after I parked the car, and we got out to stretch our legs, Pepi squeezed under barbed wire and leaped through fiddleneck and popcorn and miniature lupine until he was sopping wet with dew.
Twenty years later, I parked the car in the same turnout, and as I stood remembering Pepi’s exuberance, I felt enveloped by peace. Suddenly tears came to my eyes. One Sunday night a few years ago, when he was sixteen and a half years old, Pepi had struggled to stand up, took two steps on wobbly legs, and urinated on the hardwood floor. An hour later he died in his doggy bed, right next to my bed. He had been my friend and hiking companion for over a decade and a half. As I grieved for Pepi, I gazed down the road and suddenly felt bewildered about the end of my marriage (which had inexplicably lasted thirty years). After the unexpected shocks of grief, as I stood gazing at the fresh green winter grass, I was again enveloped by a peace beyond understanding as well as by an unexpected sense of freedom.
Suddenly I remembered the voice of the goddess or angel that I had heard when I was three years old, and I suspected that what I had believed was a goddess or angel might instead have been my higher self or the world soul, the anima mundi, described by ancient philosophers as an intrinsic connection between all living things on the planet—what some consider the unifying force of the universe. As my mind shifted away from grief and I felt centered again, I sensed something even beyond peace and freedom: a profound sense of unity that transcends trauma and war and injustice and loss. Immersed in tranquility, I understood then why I could feel peace and freedom despite my personal history and the history of humanity: in oneness with Universal Consciousness, which can unexpectedly envelop us in nature, we are free of negativity, transcending our worst collective grief and nightmares.

Flowers at North Fork of the Kings River

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Suite No. 1, Sixteenth Movement:

SUBTLE FLOWERS

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

I left all the bridges and came to your border
where rivers root within you
and flowers unfurl even in your shadow
and you find eyes opening at sunrise
and your touch awakens flowers
on a tree within me
for in another life you were blind
and you saw with your fingers
until your third eye opened
and now when you hold your hands over me
I am cleansed of all shadows
but here comes the shadow
looking for all it can swallow
while you remain so kind
and when you touch the flower
between my eyes a dove on fire
flies through me and when
you touch my feet you hear the march
of a shadow over sand
and you find eyes opening at sunrise
and your touch awakens flowers
on a tree within me
for in another life you were blind
and you saw with your fingers
until your third eye opened
and now when you hold your hands over me
all of my shadows fly away
and golden light flows into me
and my heart no longer attracts blackness
and now when you hold your hands over me
the heavenly force flows through me
and I am whole again
but here comes the shadow
looking for all it can swallow
yet you remain so kind.

Chinese Purple House

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Sixteen

Last spring, as I drove around Pine Flat Reservoir, I noticed what appeared to be a tribe of shooting stars on an embankment, so I pulled into a grassy turnout and strolled down the narrow road, risking my life as pickup trucks now and then blasted by me a few feet away.
I found the shooting stars on a steep slope peeking out from ferns and grass and fallen branches above golden fiddleneck that was bobbing above baby blue eyes. Then I noticed an albino blue dick dancing along with the white popcorn flowers. As I continued to gaze at the hillside, I inhaled the pure breath of the trees and flowers, and suddenly I saw in the shade the first Chinese purple houses, blooming several weeks earlier than usual.
As I immersed myself in this brilliant tapestry, I felt the unified consciousness of the World Soul. For a moment, I lost myself in the Source of all Creation. Like people, these stunning beings in their ecosystem are multidimensional, but they are not fragmented in consciousness like people. They do not classify others as inferior or superior, as expendable or useful, based on physical or emotional or mental or spiritual qualities that might be exploitable.
Stunning flowers exist in the aura, the subtle energy body of human beings. I have envisioned them during meditation. After cleansing each chakra within my aura, I recognized the divinity of all people and all life. Light workers like my friend Amber can cleanse and heal the wounds within the aura and make our subtle energy fields whole and beautiful again.
We can ignore the splendor of these living tapestries as we zoom by in our vehicles or disassociate with our devices even though only a few moments with these flowers can open our spirits to the divinity of the natural world.
The current world turns the psyche into a cesspool of foul thought-forms, but purification leads to revelation, and as you gradually cleanse yourself spiritually, mentally, emotionally and physically, your heart becomes as light as a feather, and your soul takes over your waking consciousness. That which does not serve you falls away. You attain heights that formerly you might not have even imagined.
As I continued along Trimmer Springs Road, I encountered a father handing a fishing pole to each of his young sons, which took me back fifty years to the first time my brother and I fished along the Kings River with our father. Very little in the Kings River watershed has changed since then, except that many flowers are blooming weeks earlier than usual, which could be a bad sign--another sign of climate disruption.
Now, fifty years later, I am keenly aware of the threats to organized human existence. I have seen how the rivers and wetlands have died in the valley due to cultivation and urbanization, how marine life is dying, how the forests at higher elevations are turning into deserts of dirt and ash and rock through conflagrations worse than we have ever seen before.
Even though I know how perilous the world has become due to climate change and the potential for nuclear war, I still felt one with the World Soul while I experienced one brilliant array of flowers after another. I realized how vulnerable and fragile we all are and how hard it is to fight the corporate totalitarianism that charades nowadays as democracy in our country.
The elites control politicians on both sides of the aisle with dark money; hence, no truly meaningful policies to protect humanity and the planet are adopted because both parties are instead protecting the financial interests of the super-rich. The Democratic Party has morphed into a right-wing political party while the Republicans hang out on the idiot fringe of fascism, sowing chaos, causing divisiveness, blocking policies that would benefit the people or protect the environment. They are effectively undermining our country as the super-rich elites steal the future of humanity: enjoy the bleep-show.
During a discussion about presidential race just before the 2016 election, I predicted that if elected, Trump would be impeached in six months and soon after would declare martial law. Everyone else at the table agreed that it "wouldn't be that bad." Trump was, of course, eventually impeached twice and his "advisors" at the end of his presidency encouraged him to declare martial law. Domestic terrorists at the January 6th riot were waiting for Trump to call on their militias or "quick reaction forces" before they brought in the guns. Trump waited for Pence to call the 2020 election results into question. Unfortunately for Trump and the terrorists, Pence followed the law.
Before the Civil War, an oligarchy of about 1,000 plantation owners ruled the South, mainly through militias, the police, and slave patrols, armed forces that beat, tortured, and murdered black and white people who protested against the tyranny. 600,000 people died during the Civil War in an effort to end that oligarchy. The entire country is now ruled by a super-wealthy oligarchy. A handful of people own over half the wealth in this country, and they control our politicians through dark money. Powerful elites in this country for centuries perpetuated genocide and slavery. Does anyone really believe that the elites would hesitate to establish a police state to protect their own interests? Enjoy the bleep-show.
The flowers I have experienced and the people I have known are priceless. We are all expressions of the divine. I can’t think of an adequate dollar amount to compensate for the people and ecosystems we have lost and continue to lose due to the global system of greed--the global rule of the oligarchy, the one trillionaire plus 2,640 billionaires. Humanity and numerous species will remain in serious precarity if we don't put an end to the greed and the lies. Only in spiritual truth can we see the splendor of nature and the splendor within all people. I'll state the obvious. We must end the lies of this darkly corrupt system if we are to leave an inhabitable planet and a sustainable future for our children and humanity.

Flowers at Tamarack Creek

Suite No. 10, Ninth Movement DREAM OF AN ANCIENT PATH

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

I dreamed of hiking through flowers that were manifesting the profound peace of the Source. The trail led to an abandoned Native village. I felt a heightened awareness of ancient history

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Nine

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Suite No. 10, Tenth Movement A HIDDEN STRENGTH

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Ten

Pestle Next to a Pounding Stone

Suite No. 10, Eleventh Movement A DREAM OF THE POWER OF HARMONY

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

Due to unusual rainfall, early and late spring flowers are blooming at the same time, creating rare tapestries in many stretches of woodland forest. As often as I can, I have escaped the plague and renewed my faith

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Eleven

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Suite No. 10, Twelfth Movement:

FIND AN ANCIENT PATH

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

Shut your windows, lock your doors, and arm your alarm system. Find an ancient path into the woodland forest and hike until you stumble upon a Native American Village, abandoned

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Twelve

Pounding Stone with Pestles (I put the pestles back in the mortars)

FORGIVE MY TRESPASSES

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

Watt’s Valley Road crosses a canal that diverts almost every drop from one of the most abused rivers in these United States, and not far from the canal, the road then curves through

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Thirteen

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Suite No.10, Fourteenth Movement

THE ONE-EYED MAN

"In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is insane."

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

I work with the powers of harmony to neutralize dark forces and create balance, for grace is crucial in these troubled times. The powers of harmony awaken us to the divinity of all life on this earth, the holiness of all energy in the cosmos.

PENDULUM DREAMS, Part Fourteen

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The Lovers: Gemini

Suite No. 10, Fifteenth Movement

DANCING WITH THE FLOWERS

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

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Suite No. 10, Ninth Movement
DREAM OF AN ANCIENT PATH

I dreamed of hiking through flowers that were manifesting
the profound peace of the Source. The trail led
to an abandoned Native village. I felt
a heightened awareness of ancient history

Soggy Meadow next to the Incinerated Forest: Tamarack Creek

Suite No. 10, Tenth Movement
A HIDDEN STRENGTH

Suite No. 10, Eleventh Movement
A DREAM OF THE POWER OF HARMONY

Due to unusual rainfall, early and late spring flowers
are blooming at the same time, creating rare tapestries
in many stretches of woodland forest. As often as I can,
I have escaped the plague and renewed my faith

Shut your windows, lock your doors, and arm
your alarm system. Find an ancient path
into the woodland forest and hike until you stumble
upon a Native American Village, abandoned

Watt’s Valley Road crosses a canal that diverts
almost every drop from one of the most
abused rivers in these United States, and not far
from the canal, the road then curves through

I work with the powers of harmony to neutralize dark forces
and create balance, for grace is crucial in these troubled times.
The powers of harmony awaken us to the divinity of all life
on this earth, the holiness of all energy in the cosmos.