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Poppies in Early Spring
NOTHING BUT LIES
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Lies, nothing but lies.
Lies from the left, lies from the right.
Lies about goodness, lies about evil,
Lies that make my throat sore.
Lies that make me feel safe.
Lies that make me afraid,
Lies about life, lies about death,
Lies, nothing but lies.
But now I have a key to unlock
The mysteries of the past,
The secrets of space and time,
A key that dangles
From a delicate chain,
A weapon that cuts through deception,
A sacred tool that spins the truth.
I am letting go of all the lies:
The veils just keep falling,
So now I know a truth
That no one will ever believe.
I know a truth that no one will ever believe.
Lies, nothing but lies.
But now I have a key to unlock
The mysteries of the past,
The secrets of space and time,
A key that dangles
From a delicate chain,
A weapon that cuts through deception,
A sacred tool that spins the truth.
So now I know a truth
That no one will ever believe.
Map of 245 and Surrounding Region (Screen shot: googlemaps.com)
PENDULUM DREAMS: PART ONE
A few days after we first met, Amber gave me a pendulum. Below a jade weight, a silver pentagram dangled at the end of a delicate chain, and according to Amber, the pendulum would answer any yes or no question that I might ask. She showed me how to "program" the pendulum by commanding it to spin clockwise if the answer is "yes" and counterclockwise if the answer is "no," and I soon experienced some startling revelations. According to Amber, my soul was answering the questions. Directly connected to the Source, the soul has access to far more information than the incarnated personality, which is limited by the five senses as well as by space and time.
Beyond this point, you are unlikely to believe what I tell you.
I am experiencing an alternate reality. My pendulum is helping me to understand it. At one crucial point in my life, I experienced a spiritual awakening. I began having visions of spiritual symbols and hearing voices that guide me. I also suddenly began encountering many deeply spiritual people who sincerely helped me. Even now, I can feel their energy from a distance, possibly because we are on a similar energetic frequency and the spirit transcends space and time. In my previous reality, I was an atheist who vacillated towards agnosticism--I doubt that I would ever have believed in a spiritual dimension in that reality.
Also, people in this alternate reality have elected a felon as president. The criminal malignant narcissist is attempting to overthrow a democracy and replace it with a fascist state where he can reign as Fuhrer or king, and the other branches of government are letting him get away with it. I doubt that would have happened in my previous reality.
The most concrete example of my alternate reality is the disappearance of an asphalt road in the foothills that I travelled three times in my previous reality. It has completely vanished, not just from the landscape but from all the maps and satellite images that I can find of the area.
Unfortunately, I have to rely on maps to help me explain my alternate reality. The following reveals the inscrutable disappearance of a significant physical feature, a highway through the foothills.
Notice, at the top of the map above, 180 from Fresno. Also notice that just before 180 reaches Grant Grove Village, you can turn right onto 245 and head south.
In my previous reality, I had a friend who lived in Miramonte. In this alternate reality, he no longer lives there. When I visited my friend in my previous reality, I would usually take 180 to Miramonte. I had never, however, headed south of Miramonte on 245.
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​​​245 and Junction 21, or J21 (googlemaps.com)
Notice: Below Badger is Junction 21. I should emphasize again that in my previous reality I never traveled the stretch of 245 south of Miramonte or north of Drum Valley Road.
In my previous reality, my now ex-wife and I in springtime would sometimes take the scenic drive east from the San Joaquin Valley into the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains on Boyd Road, which connects with 245 where the above map shows "Bear Creek Candles, temporarily closed." Where Boyd Rd. connects with 245, my ex-wife and I would often head north a few miles on 245 to Drum Valley Rd, or Drive 152, a narrow road represented on the map by the faint squiggly white line above Aukland that loops back down to the valley. My point is that we never headed north on 245 above Drum Valley Rd.
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​​Close up of Loop (googlemaps.com)
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(Thank you for bearing with me. Please explore googlemaps.com in more detail if interested.)
Sunday is usually my day for adventure in the foothills. One Sunday recently I asked my pendulum where I should head, and by going through a long process of asking yes/no questions, I finally figured out that my soul wanted to travel into the foothills on Boyd Road, then travel farther north on 245 than I have ever gone before. That day, therefore, I ignored the turn off to Drum Valley Road, Drive 152, something I had never done in my previous reality, and continued north on a treacherous section of 245 that weaves northeast toward Badger. After awhile, tired of the winding road, I stopped at a restaurant called "Baker Mountain House," which is perched on the mountainside. As I sat in my car in the parking lot of the restaurant trying to figure out if I should continue on 245, I noticed nearby a sign for Junction 21 (J21) south. I thought that perhaps my soul knew of a remote area that I could explore, so I asked my pendulum if I should head south on J21. The pendulum spun closckwise. The answer, in other words, was "yes." I hoped to find another Native American village site in the foothills, but as I drove, I encountered too many houses and ranches in the area, so after a few miles, I turned around and headed back, thinking that maybe I should have ignored my pendulum. Disappointed, I headed all the way north on 245 to 180, then headed west back to Fresno. I could not understand why my pendulum had wanted me to drive that tortuous section of 245 or to explore J21.
The next day, I checked googlemaps.com and realized that over a decade ago I had driven south from some point on Junction 21 three times, once with my ex-wife and twice by myself, to the Kaweah River--from some other point miles south of the restaurant perched on the hill. I was confused because no asphalt road connected 245 with J21 south of "Baker Mountain House" in any of the maps or satellite images that I could find.
To my great astonishment, my pendulum insisted that the following Sunday I should travel 245 south from Boyd Rd to Woodlake and from there over to J21, this time to head north, which I had never done before in my previous reality. Since my pendulum before my last adventure in the foothills had never steered me wrong, I followed my pendulum's directions on my next Sunday adventure.
As I followed the pendulum's directions, I had an overwhelming feeling that something was absurdly wrong, which only increased my curiosity because my pendulum had always given me good advice before.
When my ex-wife and I were still together, I'm pretty sure she would have objected to taking 245 north to "Baker Mountain House," only to head south on J21--which ends up being a nauseatingly long journey to the Kaweah River. Other routes are much more direct. As I mentioned, before that previous Sunday, I had never driven on the section of 245 between Miramonte and Drum Valley Road before--trust me, you would remember if you had. I had also never seen "Baker Mountain House" or the ranches and farmhouses at the northern end of J21 before.
So I headed north on J21 from the Kaweah River, and I remembered the stream just east of the road. At one point, however, after the yellow stripes on the road disappeared and the road narrowed and the hill became much steeper, I no longer recognized my surroundings. I continued north anyway, determined to find a road connecting J21 west with 245. When I finally reached "Baker Mountain House" on 245, I realized that I had either somehow missed the connection--or it had never existed in my alternate reality.
I carefully checked the satellite images on googlemaps.com again, searching for anything that might have once been a public-access highway connecting 245 with J21, but without success. I could only find in the satellite images faint dirt roads weaving through ranchlands--treacherous private roads winding around and up and down, but definitely not connecting 245 with J21.
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J21 and Kaweah (googlemaps.com)
My ex-wife and I had often traveled Freeway 99 through the Central Valley, then east on 201, then over to 245 to Woodlake and beyond that to the North Fork of the Kaweah River. The only explanation for me of the inexplicable disappearance of the highway was that there was once, years ago, a connection with J21 where 201 connects with 245 at Elderwood, but there is absolutely no evidence of any former connection in the maps and satellite images. I have found pounding stones in the foothills in satellite images, but I could not find anything resembling a former asphalt highway that directly connected J21 with 245. If I am right, the question remains: Why would anyone bulldoze miles of a perfectly good asphalt road when he could have simply put up a gate if the land and the public road had somehow become private property?
I traveled J21 south one more time, and during that long, careful search, I could not find any connection between J21 and 245, nor could I, for the life of me, remember how I got to the point of J21 where years ago I must have turned right three times, heading to the Kaweah River--as if my memory had been totally wiped clean. Nor could I remember any part of J21 north of where the road narrows down to a single-lane. I suppose it's within the realm of possibility that a rancher had purchased the land and bulldozed miles of road, but inexplicably I couldn't remember where the highway was--even though I have developed a keen, almost photographic memory of everywhere I travel because I am always searching foothill areas to find potential Native American sites. I can even tell you where I have seen certain birds and where different wildflowers bloom each year. I remember seeing rare wind poppies on a J21 embankment one year, for instance.
I still can only make conjectures as I gaze again and again at the satellite images showing treacherous dirt roads between J21 and 245. I finally asked my pendulum about the conundrum. I asked if God can change reality at any time, and the answer was "yes." (Which gives new meaning to the saying that faith can move mountains.) Strangely, though, in my alternate reality, I had retained some memories of my previous reality.
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Baby Blue Eyes in Old Road
Around the time of my search for the lost connection, my ex-wife, after thirty years of marriage, had moved away to Florida, and I completely lost touch with her. I sold my house to free up some money for my new life as a bachelor and ended up purchasing a condominium in a building that on the outside resembles a five-star hotel. The units are attractive but the hallways occasionally make me feel like I am residing in a desolate hell of my own making. Since I didn't have any friends in my alternate reality, I started attending a New Thought Community Church, and there I met Amber at an "Illumination Meditation" meeting. Though middle-aged, I had hoped at least to develop a friendship, if not a lasting romantic relationship, with a spiritually inclined person. Like me, Amber chewed on New Age philosophies, but the last thing I wanted to do was break up her marriage, especially since my wife had hooked up with an old flame who had dodged the draft during the Vietnam War. He had fled to Canada when he was eighteen, and she had found him online over four decades later. He hadn't hesitated for a second to break up my marriage, and I certainly didn't want to be in any way like him.
I have survived more than a few paranormal experiences, or what some might also call "alternate realities." Some of these experiences were terrifying, and I was hoping that I might receive some insights and advice from members of the meditation group. At first I was reticent, but during the second Illumination Meditation meeting that I attended, Bran, our teacher, guided us through a remote viewing session. First, we all imagined ourselves experiencing the 9/11 attack on the World Trade Center, paying close attention especially to the different sounds. Bran then told us to go back in time several days before the attack. Suddenly I envisioned people in what appeared to be white hazmat suits planting explosive devices in the buildings. Bran fixed his gaze on me and mentioned that hazardous waste teams were ostensibly cleaning up asbestos contamination in the buildings at the time. He asked if I had noticed the logo on the hazmat suit. I told him that it looked like a light-blue, incomplete circle. He nodded. Amber blurted out that she also had noticed the logo, as well as little gray men scurrying around people who were planting the explosive devices. To my surprise, Bran smiled and claimed that a secret government agency had worked with aliens to bring down the World Trade Center.
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All poems, stories, essays, illustrations, and music Copyright © 2024 by Jim Robbins.​






Four of Swords: Jupiter in Libra
SONGS AND WHISPERS
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Once I believed that I should just keep searching
for treasures and pleasures and deafening distractions.
Then I thought that I heard the faintest whisper, a message
rising through my soul and into my heart. For a moment
the message almost formed into words,
but I lost it in the noise and confusion.
Again, and again, I felt sudden downloads into my soul--
messages that never quite made it to my brain.
I was afraid of the words that I might hear. I thought
that they would change me or make me strange.
And I ran far but never far enough. I would find a flower
or feel the rain or be immersed in a deep message
that flowed, like breath, from a tree into my soul--
a peace beyond understanding.
Finally, I just stopped running.
I stayed still and felt the voice
rising like a song into my heart
until I could transcribe the meaning.
I am no longer afraid the words will ever harm me.
The messages flow from the Source of all Creation,
messages of love and peace and oneness and splendor.
And I just keep listening to the faintest songs, to whispers
rising through my soul and heart and into my conscious mind.
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Satellite Image: Pounding Stones and an Ancient Trail in Yokohl Valley (googlemaps.com)
PENDULUM DREAMS: PART TWO
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During the Illumination Meditation meeting, Bran asked us why we thought the people behind the false flag operation had targeted the Twin Towers. I conjectured that it was all about justifying wars in the Middle East, which profited the oil industry and the private corporations connected with the military-industrial complex. Amber calmly stated that she felt it was somehow more nefarious than that. After addressing a number of possibilities, Bran finally announced that the elites were revealing the absolute power they have over the United States; they can make up any narrative, no matter how outlandish, and attack any number of countries whenever it serves their interests, all the while manipulating the media to get the masses to believe in ridiculous lies and conspiracy theories. Above all, the operation had proven to be an extremely successful mind control experiment....
While Bran was rambling on, Amber looked at me inquisitively for the first time. After the meeting, she congratulated me for impressing everyone during the remote-viewing session, and I realized that we had the potential to form a friendship based on our spiritual abilities--no common bond in this society. I, by that point, could not help but realize that I was getting a teeny-tiny bit lonelier every day, so I asked her if she would like to get together at Starbucks for a cup of coffee later in the week, which is where she gave me the pendulum. We had a lively chat about various spiritual topics, during which she gave me some helpful pointers about the pendulum. For instance, she explained that people have free will; therefore the future is like a sea of possibilities, which means that predictions about the future are sometimes unreliable because the pendulum can only make predictions based on current trends and conditions. However, my friend claimed that the pendulum is accurate about past events and spiritual matters. Right then and there in Starbucks, I asked the pendulum if aliens had participated in the false flag operation that had brought down the Twin Towers. Answer: Yes. My friend chortled and lightly slapped my hand, causing the pendulum to spin wildly.
When I first began using the pendulum on my own, I recognized a slight pressure rising from within, like a voice yelling from a black box buried deep inside me. I had experienced that sensation before but had always ignored it. After working with the pendulum for a while, I truly began to believe that some other dimension of my self would occasionally attempt to convey urgent messages. I soon concluded that the pendulum is a reliable tool that enables my soul to communicate with my conscious mind. So when I would have a strong, unexpected feeling or image in my mind, with pendulum in hand, I would ask a question that might result in a significant message from my soul, and I would often receive an answer that jibed with my intuition.
At first, I didn't treat the pendulum seriously. I asked the pendulum any questions that occurred to me, from the mundane to the bizarre. Then I began asking questions that I had suppressed in my subconscious mind because I didn't think that they could ever be answered. A few years ago, for instance, my mother, at the age of 88 (when she was still lucid), had blurted out that I was adopted. Noticing the look of shock on my face, my mother immediately retracted the claim, insisting that she was only joking. Knowing the power of the pendulum, I, of course, could not resist asking it for the truth. The pendulum spun clockwise, indicating that my mother had indeed attempted to confess the truth before she died.
One image that had repeatedly popped into my mind recently was a bird with a bright red head, a yellow breast, and black wings. I had first seen the bird decades ago. I was in college at the time on a day trip with my new girlfriend. She turned out to be a sociopath, a pathological liar who did everything in her power to traumatize my son--and me in the process. (I admit to a certain amount of naivete while in college.) That day, after reaching the other side of the hill on a crumbling, narrow road with a memorable stretch of tortuous switchbacks, I stopped the car under a huge tree. Tired, I stepped out of the car for some fresh air and noticed a stunning red-headed bird in the tree above us. I quietly urged my girlfriend to get out of the car. She saw the bird and smiled but demanded that I turn the car around and take her home. Years after I broke up with her, I became an avid birdwatcher and discovered the bird's name: Western Tanager. I have since discovered that the male Western Tanager often distracts potential predators by remaining on a branch just out of reach.
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Map with 198 and Yokohl Valley Drive, lower right (googlemaps.com)
Because the sighting of the Western Tanager kept recurring in my mind, I asked my pendulum if I should head back to the area where I had first sighted the bird. After decades, I didn't remember where it was, so I tried google.maps and eventually discovered that Yokohl Valley Drive in the foothills south of the Kaweah River contains a stretch of serpentine switchbacks. Coincidentally, one route from Fresno to the Yokohl Valley is 245 to 198, the same 245 on which I had recently searched unsuccessfully for a connection with Junction 21 in my current alternate reality. (See previous post.)
As I drove through Yokohl Valley the following Sunday, I felt a presence, suddenly sure that Native Americans had once occupied the valley. I ended up stopping under a huge tree on the other side of the hill, not sure if it was where I had parked decades before. I didn't sight any birds in the tree. Disappointed, I headed home, confused about why my soul had desired to return to that spot.
I went online and found a satellite image of a large abandoned Native American village site in Yokohl Valley. I have realized from bitter experience that in the age of cellphones, trespassing is nearly impossible; neighbors will often drive by your parked car and call the land owner, who will attempt to catch you in the act of committing a misdemeanor, so if you trespass nowadays you have at most only a few minutes to explore an area.
I remained disappointed until I performed my ritual the following day. During a deep dive into my subconscious, I discovered that the original trip decades ago wove through both the past and my present. My pendulum confirmed that many years ago--thousands of years perhaps--I was a shaman at a village in the Yokohl Valley. A psychic friend once told me that I have experienced ten lifetimes within a spiritual tradition during which I sometimes practiced shamanism and sometimes high occult magic. The pendulum verified that my experience in Yokohl Valley was the first of the ten. Back in the distant past, I had worked mainly with the equal-armed cross and only in later lifetimes began employing the pentagram and the unicursal hexagram in my rituals.
In other words, on the original trip on the long and winding road, I ended up sighting a stunning bird that would later inspire me to become a birdwatcher, a hobby that has led me in this lifetime on ancient trails to abandoned Native American village sites all over the mountains and eventually to Yokohl Valley.
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Yokohl Valley Drive Switchbacks (googlemaps.com)
"The Long and Winding Road," by the Beatles, coincidentally was one of my favorite songs when I was in college. The long and winding road in Yohohl Valley that I drove decades ago and again recently turned out to be a synchronistic journey linking my current life with a past life.
In college, I was an agnostic vacillating often towards atheism, believing that life amounted to an inscrutable series of events, a meaningless struggle that would eventually disappear into oblivion. Along the way, a self-centered sociopath could quickly make a hard life totally unbearable. I learned a valuable lesson from my ex-girlfriend, however. I became keenly aware of the sociopathic tendencies of people clawing to achieve the American Dream in a society that conditions us to fight for success--a society that until recently has included the institution of slavery and the widespread practice of genocide as acceptable means of achieving that "dream."
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All poems, stories, essays, illustrations, and music Copyright © 2024 by Jim Robbins.​
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Eight of Swords: Jupiter in Gemini
MESSAGES EVERYWHERE
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Messages everywhere, in the sky,
in ocean waves, in rivers, in leaves,
and grass, and fire. Everywhere I've seen messages
of love and oneness and wholeness and grace.
But now I have heard dark messages for so long,
messages of rage and hatred and fear, that I
instead see those messages in the water and air
and earth and fire. But when I turn back to you,
I feel messages of kindness and compassion
and love and understanding again in my heart,
and I send messages of light and love back to you
until we are one in spirit, purified and unified
and whole, and suddenly the world
is whole again, and the water and fire
and air and earth are all part
of one great tapestry.
PENDULUM DREAMS: PART THREE
The pendulum impressed me as totally accurate, and it soon became my most trusted adviser. If you have not been initiated into the Mysteries, by life or a by a master, you will no doubt consider this story about the pendulum to be the strangest of fictions. I assure you, however, that I am being as truthful to you as my pendulum is to me. In fact, I encourage you to buy or make your own pendulum to check the information in this story if you don't believe me. If you continue to use the pendulum, you might discover, as I did, that the voice that rises into your conscious mind is sometimes from your soul or an angel or even the Most High....
After the pendulum revealed that my parents had adopted me, I remembered a bizarre event that had occurred when I was five or six. One night before I went to bed, my mother poured out a tablespoon of molasses as my father hovered near her. I had no clue about why they needed to give me molasses or why my father felt the need to supervise. My parents claimed that it was like medicine but better tasting. After they had tucked me in bed and turned off the light, my body began arranging itself into insane positions, with a leg above my head and an arm sticking out of my ribs, for instance. Though very young, I realized that I was hallucinating and might totally lose my mind, and I screamed for help. My parents, both smiling, stepped through my bedroom door and assured me that I was only having a bad dream, and they encouraged me to go back to sleep.
I wanted to shout that I had never actually gone to sleep, but my father turned off the light and closed the door, and, in my mind, my body immediately continued contorting into impossible positions until I blacked out. I woke up standing in the middle of the family room with the TV on full blast. I suddenly became conscious that I was screaming about how I was not able to carry the TV on my back anymore. My parents guided me to bed, assuring me that I was just having another bad dream and that I would be fine in the morning.
I soon found out that Amber, skilled at remote viewing, can also read the Akashic Records--a kind of library in another dimension where memories of experiences in all dimensions are stored. After I discovered that I was adopted, I naturally desired to find out who my birth parents were, so I asked if she could find any record in the cosmic library. At the time, I wasn't expecting credible results, but Amber discovered far more than I had imagined she would. She informed me that I have experienced a process of initiation into the Mysteries over the course of ten lifetimes. I was a Magus in my previous lifetime and wove the knowledge of the symbols of the mystical Tree of Life into the fabric of my being, as if I had threaded them through my DNA, so that I would have visions of them and eventually remember my mission as a spiritual healer who maintains balance in the physical and subtle realms. My real parents were part of that mystical tradition but a shadow agency killed them in what appeared to be an accident before I had formed any memories of them. According to Amber, the government had formed the shadow agency after WWII, and occultists in that agency could see the history of my soul, and they have experimented on me in various ways since I was two years old. Amber, at that point in the reading, became exhausted and could no longer continue. My pendulum verified that the information was true, but I didn't know at that point exactly what to make of it all.
At this point in our society's health and economic crisis, I often hear despair in the voices of liberal commentators on cable news talk shows. I began talking to myself as I was driving home, "They recognize the evil in our political system but don't understand that evil is a spiritual problem, not a political one. Yeah, and many liberals are agnostics or atheists and doubt that a spiritual dimension even exists--and therefore don't have a clue about how to keep evil from unravelling the fabric of society. I'm sure many practitioners of black magic and Republicans and autocrats and fascists find that amusing," I chuckled. "People with knowledge can stop evil, but if I tried to tell talk-show hosts and pundits how to neutralize dark forces, they wouldn't believe me anymore than anyone else does."
Then I remembered: When I was seven years old, I learned how to wiggle my ears. Everyone in my family seemed wildly enthusiastic about my new ability, so I continued focusing on my new skill and soon discovered that I could wiggle one ear at a time. I experienced a surprising lack of enthusiasm, however, when I revealed this variation of ear wiggling to my family and friends--despite the fact that wiggling first one ear, then the other, had taken much longer to master than wiggling both ears at the same time.
Like most children, I also learned how to whistle and snap my fingers, skills that I struggled to master. By the third grade, however, I was the best in my class at playing "Simon Says." By the fourth grade, I could outrun everybody in school. In the fifth grade, while playing football at recess, I made several spectacular catches, which greatly elevated my status. Without realizing it then, I was experiencing the power of the mind over the body.
At the age of forty-two, I discovered how to heal myself. After I mentally purified my chakras, I soon discovered that I could scan my personal energy field for negative energies, and then in my imagination I could release all the negative energies into the fires below the earth. Usually, physical symptoms emerged soon after I mentally eliminated the negative energies, the most remarkable example being the surfacing of a large boil in my armpit the day after I had mentally drained away streaks of black energy from under my arm. Two days later a pure white growth, the size of a musket ball, oozed out of the boil. I eventually repeated the same mental purification process two more times, first in one armpit, then in the other, and each time a round white ball popped out of a boil in a day or two.
I had remained an agnostic until I started meditating. After my spiritual awakening, I discovered that the physical body is only one aspect of the total human energy field. We have different types of subtle energy in our aura, each of which goes by different names in various spiritual traditions. Some traditions classify the different dimensions simply as the spiritual, mental, emotional, and physical levels of being. Other traditions have identified many subtle levels. All the different classifications can get confusing, unfortunately--but one thing I know for certain, the activities of the mind, both conscious and subconscious, can affect all aspects of the human energy system. For instance, negative emotions repressed in the subconscious mind can surface as physical illness. Conversely, the conscious mind can eliminate negative energies, thereby avoiding serious physical illness, by draining those energies from the aura through a mental purification process.
Humans have a natural healing power that most people don't know about--possibly because we are more easily controlled and exploited if we remain unaware that the human mind is incredibly powerful.
The imagination is the mind's conscious connection to the different types of subtle energy, both in the human energy field and the subtle dimensions around us. For example, my subconscious mind reveals negative energy that might manifest as illness in my imagination as black streaks or blots. The imagination, if allowed, in addition to creating compelling images of the subtle energies within us, can personify the invisible energies around us as well, revealing subtle forces that the subconscious mind presents to the conscious mind as fantastic or uncommon forms that reveal the nature of the force, such as gods or demons or angels or werewolves or pixies. For instance, when I am in a natural place undisturbed by human beings, I often perceive in my mind's eye an archetypal symbol such as a balanced cross on top of a pyramid, but when I am near ancient Native American village sites, I often envision a goddess associated with a spring or a god of the hunt or a human-like spidery creature, for the forms of subtle forces fashioned by the human imagination often persist in the astral plane for a while. Archetypal symbols of harmony appear in my imagination when I am in pristine natural areas; fantastic human-like forms usually only appear in areas where humans have presided for a long time.
Nine of Swords: Mars in Gemini
I should emphasize that I only began envisioning these forms in my imagination after I mentally purified my aura. Before then, negative energies veiled my inner vision and caused disruptive, incessant chatter in my conscious mind. Instead of a clear mind, I had a "monkey mind." Like the figure in the Nine of Swords above, I would often project my anger at people or groups that I had never even met, as if they were the cause of my negativity. For instance, as a liberal Democrat, I would often become furious with Republicans--which kept me in an agitated state.
I've discovered that negative energies dominate the energy fields of most people in modern society, and, unfortunately, some unhappy people harm others. Hate groups maintain a focus on a type of fear that can lead to mob mentality. Fear can cause negativity that can quickly escalate into hate crimes or war--at this point it could even lead to the annihilation of the entire human race.
I don't take drugs. In fact, I don't even take aspirin unless I am in excruciating pain. I believe now that drugs only mask negativity in the energy field. Symptoms manifest to reveal disease. Unfortunately, we too often hand over our personal healing power to doctors, who often have no clue about what is troubling us and simply prescribe some type of medication that might not only mask the cause of the disease but also have serious side effects. This enables the for-profit medical industry to make tons of money from human suffering. I haven't been to a doctor in decades, mainly because none of them could determine that gluten was poisoning me; after a few minutes of "consulting" with me they instead prescribed some useless medication manufactured to counteract psychological illness. I once had an acquaintance, who was not even a doctor, immediately make the correct diagnosis of my condition after I had only given a short summary of my symptoms. Gluten eventually caused atrial fibrillation, a serious form of heart disease, as well as the low production of stomach acid, which meant that I couldn't digest foods effectively, a condition that sometimes bordered on agony. So I had to heal myself. I have not experienced atrial fibrillation or digestive issues in years.
Just as the Universal Energy Field contains different dimensions of energy, so does the human energy field. In the bible we find that man was made in God's image. "As above, so below" is a famous adage associated with the Hermetic tradition. Because the individual human energy field reflects the Universal Energy Field in terms of energetic frequencies, the human mind can access subtle cosmic forces of harmony. Many Shining Ones, of course, are extremely powerful and intelligent--far more so than human doctors or scientists. The human subconscious mind tends to give these awesome powers of harmony the form of angels or archangels or gods in the imagination. If a connection is made with one or more of these forces, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually, healing can occur in a way that some might consider miraculous--when in fact it is a natural latent ability that the human mind can develop, an ability, I should add, that remains free for anyone and everyone. However, a person can also hand over his or her own personal spiritual power to a spiritual leader or follow a redeemer or savior figure without making an authentic spiritual connection. To create harmonious changes spiritually you first make a personal connection with a Shining One in your heart and imagination--which can have the added benefit of increasing your understanding that all energy is holy and all life is divine.
According to several psychics, dark forces have targeted me for most of my life. A year or so before the pandemic began, dark forces began targeting me daily. After the pandemic started, dark forces targeted me twice a day on the average. It became clear to me that evil was rising as the pandemic raged and the economy crumbled and people remained isolated. Fortunately, during this time I learned how to neutralize dark forces by working with spiritual powers of harmony. Dark forces can no longer harm me. I am heavily protected by allies in the spiritual dimension.
War causes evil to flourish. War has traumatized just about every man in my family. My grandfather, who barely survived being mustard-gassed in France during WWI, returned home traumatized and rarely ever spoke to anyone--for the remainder of his life. My father and uncles, stationed in different parts of the world, endured the horrors of WWII. They would never talk about the horrors they experienced or ever express emotion. Two of them survived plane crashes that severely traumatized them. A cousin returned from Vietnam in a coffin, which traumatized the entire family. I can say from experience that traumatized men shut down their emotions and often can't deal effectively or appropriately with the emotions of other people. Often the women in the family shut down their emotions as a consequence. The horrors of perpetual war have psychologically damaged my family for generations.
In the modern world, the vast majority of people do not know how to neutralize evil, and it has proven difficult, if not impossible, for the military to mobilize effectively against evil--without great carnage. We continue to experience perpetual war throughout the world, but the attempt to stop evil often causes even greater evil. We cannot neutralize evil or heal a sick political and economic system without first healing ourselves, physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually, and it's difficult to heal ourselves if we don't know how, or if we are regularly exposed to toxic chemicals and toxic emotions and toxic thoughts and toxic subtle forces. The individual human mind, as I mentioned, is extremely powerful but remains powerless if individuals do not know how to handle evil on a spiritual level.
Working with powerful spiritual forces of harmony on a spiritual level, we can neutralize a great deal of evil in our world. Unfortunately, since many of us have been conditioned to believe that we are powerless spiritually and politically, our society might face an extremely grim future. When I feel hopeless about the future, however, I remember that I experienced a spiritual awakening at the age of forty-two--during a terrible illness--and I became whole again. I completely turned my life around, and now with the powers of harmony--Archangels and Angels--during my spiritual practices I am able to neutralize dark forces for my own highest good and for the highest good of my family and the community and the earth.
As I was driving home, I started talking to myself again, "I doubt anyone will believe me," I muttered. "Hey, I know! Let's play 'Simon Says.' Simon says wave your hand in the air and whistle. Simon says twirl around and snap your fingers. Simon says jump up and down and stick out your tongue. Simon says pat your head and tummy at the same time while standing on one leg. Simon says wiggle your ears. Simon says heal your body and heart and mind. Simon says heal yourself and your family and your community. Simon says always remember that you have that power."
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All poems, stories, essays, illustrations, and music Copyright © 2024 by Jim Robbins.​
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The Magician: Mercury
DIVINITY ON TWO LEGS
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Who are we, who are we, who are we essentially
when the soiled veils of illusion drop away?
I am not my job, my car, my house, my clothes,
my furniture, or my bank account. I am a divine spark
in human form, a gleaming point in an awesome tapestry of light.
All the threads of energy in this living tapestry
are forms of light from one Source. I am not a doing
or what has been done to me. I am a being of light and love.
We are not our success or our losses. We are beings
of light and love. I am not my gender, my skin color,
my politics, or my resume. Oh, no, no, we are not that--
we are divine sparks on two legs.
I release suffering, trauma, upheaval and loss.
I release limiting thoughts, feelings, and beliefs.
With my mind I can release disease as easily
as I move my fingers and arms and legs.
Who are we, who are we, who are we essentially
when the soiled veils of suffering drop away?
We are radiant love shining on the cosmos
on an awesome tapestry of light. We are not our sickness
or our pain. We are beings of light and love.
We are not our mistakes or our heartaches. We are beings
of light and love. We are fires of spiritual love, divinity on two legs.
We are gleaming points in an awesome tapestry of light.
Tarot Cards with the Infinity Symbol (Plus The Fool)
PENDULUM DREAMS: PART FOUR
In the film Cold Souls, Paul Giamatti plays an actor burdened by nameless anxieties who arranges to have his soul extracted by the "Soul Storage Company." His soul resembles a chickpea. Unlike Giamatti's character in the movie, for many years I remained 99.9% sure that I didn't even have a soul, extractable or otherwise. My spiritual emergence occurred unexpectedly: I began meditating purely to relieve stress. I had no interest in ideas about God or the soul and no desire to have visions or to expand consciousness.
I followed a suggestion in a book on meditation; after I began mentally purifying my chakras, I started having visions of spiritual symbols. One afternoon, after meditating for over an hour, I had a vision of a gray, horizontal figure-eight floating above my head. I could also clearly see the walls of my room, so I thought for a moment that I had opened my eyes. I blinked and the figure-eight disappeared. I had no idea what the vision signified, so I mused for a while and then forgot about it.
A few days later at a bookstore, I felt an uncharacteristic desire to buy a pack of Tarot cards. Normally I would hang out in the Literature section of the bookstore, but that day I browsed the New Age section and found a book on the Tarot and an attractive deck, the Universal Waite Tarot. As the cashier was ringing up the items, he confided that he had been thinking about "getting back into" the Tarot himself. Not knowing quite how to respond, I paused, and then suddenly the word "synchronicity" popped out of my mouth. I confess that I wasn't even sure what the word meant. The cashier smiled as he handed me my purchase, and I then drove to another store on a different errand. Before I got out of the car, I flipped through the book and stopped at a page that contained a striking photo of Carl Jung. I read the text below and discovered that Carl Jung had coined the term "synchronicity" to suggest how events in the external world can significantly mirror the symbolic world of the subconscious mind. In other words, events are not just connected by causality, but also by meaning.
I then opened the pack of Tarot cards. The second card I encountered, called "The Magician," contains an image of a man with a gray, horizontal figure-eight floating above his head. I flipped through the book to a description of "The Magician" and discovered that the gray, horizontal figure-eight is known as a "lemniscate" or an "infinity symbol" and represents eternity as well as the knowledge of the infinitude within.
No one could have been more amazed than I was at that point. During meditation I had tuned to another dimension and had envisioned a symbol that a few days later would surface in "real" life, and I soon discovered that the symbol system of the Tarot dovetails in every way with the mystical symbol system known as the Tree of Life. I had envisioned symbols from the Tarot and the Tree of Life before I had opened the Tarot deck, which now makes perfect sense: the Tree of Life is an expanded version of the primary chakra system, and by that time I had spent many hours in meditation mentally purifying the primary energy centers of my aura. My higher self, no longer blocked by veils of negativity, was communicating with my conscious mind through symbols that revealed spiritual principle. Through the symbols of the Tarot and the Tree of Life, I am now often keenly aware of the infinitude within, which has an extremely positive effect on me and everyone around me. Before that I was pessimistic, cynical, and probably a real chore to be around.
I also envisioned a golden equal-armed cross with an angel at each end. Another vision contained a golden plate and cup on a pure white tablecloth; floating in the cup a large pearl turned ceaselessly around and around. The pearl confused me, but one day I read the parable about the pearl of great price: the pearl represents soul consciousness, one part in Air (the conscious mind), the other in Water (the subconscious mind). Another vision consisted of a plain, golden crown. Since even at that time I was still an agnostic, my conscious mind took a long time to process what my higher self, which had been buried a long time in my subconscious mind, was trying to reveal to me.
By my early forties, I had experienced enough treachery and deceit to make anyone cynical for several lifetimes. I did not have any reason to feel hopeful about humanity. I was pessimistic to the point of despair--if I had fallen asleep during meditation, my subconscious mind was more likely to manufacture nightmares than glowing, golden symbols. During my meditations, however, I was totally awake, but in a state of consciousness that I had never experienced before. My conscious mind in the visionary state tapped into a realm that transcended my limited personality, presenting symbols of what to me at the time was an inscrutable optimism about our essence, what many over the centuries have labeled the "soul." The golden symbols reveal the harmony, abundance, and magnificence of the human spirit.
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Four of Cups: The Moon in Cancer
After mentally emptying trash for many hours from my crown chakra, I concluded that we are all divine. When I finished emptying the trash from my head, I envisioned a brilliant white flower with numerous petals. I believed at first that it was a rose, but a voice in my head clearly stated, "Lotus." I went online and discovered that the thousand-petaled lotus is a symbol associated with the crown chakra. Besides helping us survive in this challenging physical realm, the chakras also connect us to other spiritual dimensions, the crown chakra being the main point of connection with the Source of all creation.
My spiritual emergence revealed that we are beings of light and love, divinity on two legs--in an awesome tapestry of light. The Tree of Life, which contains thirty-two paths of enlightenment, reveals the archetypal energies of both the personal and Universal energy fields. The goal of the mystic who works within the system of the Qabalah is to "build the Tree of Life in the aura," in other words, to experience the dimensions of Universal Consciousness and awaken the archetypal energies within the personal energy field in order to complete the Great Work: Union with God.
The Tarot corresponds with the Tree of Life in every conceivable way. The Magician represents Path 12 on the Tree, for instance. The thousand-petaled lotus is associated with Path 1, the Crown of Creation. The balanced cross appears in several positions on the Tree; my research revealed that my vision of the balanced cross with angels at each end symbolically represents two essential occult rituals, one for banishing and one for invoking--the indistinct angels actually representing the great Archangels of the Elements of the Wise, Raphael, Michael, Gabriel, and Auriel. I, of course, began performing the rituals, awkwardly at first, but I nevertheless ended up invoking the Archangel Raphael and found myself in a thought bubble of such amazing complexity and experienced such a profound sense of eternity that I felt like an amoeba in comparison to the awesome "Healer of God." However, as I was falling asleep the next evening, I was shaken so violently that I thought that some powerful demon was trying to kill me. No one else was in the room. Then I was nudged hard four times in the ribs as I was again falling asleep. Again, no one else was in the room, at least no entity that I could perceive.
Amber and I continued to meet about once a week at Starbucks, and she seemed to believe everything I told her, no matter how bizarre. She confided that spiritual development is a matter of being open not just to the light but also to the darkness. She also claimed that a lot of people work really hard on their own "get into heaven plan" while also trying really, really hard to remain unaware of the spiritual dimension because of all of the inexplicably weird shit. She said the soul knows the truth, which is often difficult to accept or understand; the truth will set you free and also get your name written on a lot of shit lists....
I found out years after I grew up that my father during the time of my hallucination was working for the defense department. I, of course, couldn't help but ask the pendulum if my parents had dosed me with hallucinogens when I was a young child. The pendulum answered yes. Then I asked the pendulum if my parents with the government had been conducting some kind of experiment on me. My intuition was again correct: yes. Amber believed me. Bran mentioned once that the government over the years has leveraged parents to experiment on adopted children.
Not long after my traumatic hallucination, my family moved to a house in Walnut Creek. For the first time, I had my own room. Before then, I had slept with my brother in a queen-sized bed. The first three nights in our new home in Walnut Creek, I felt terrified, not only because I was sleeping alone for the first time but also because each of those first three nights, a few minutes after my parents had tucked me in, a brilliant light beamed through my window, and men in white space suits moved through the walls toward me. Each of those first three nights, I leapt out of bed thinking I might escape but then blacked out just before they reached me--at the moment of my greatest terror. After each intrusion, I woke up in my bed the next morning, refreshed and ready for a new day.
I asked the pendulum if aliens had abducted me during those first three nights at the new house. The answer: yes. I then asked if aliens and the government had been experimenting on me. Again, yes. I am a reasonable man, not prone to believing in conspiracy theories straight out of The X-files, so the pendulum's responses were more than a little disconcerting. Down through the years, I have often wondered how anyone could walk through walls, which is one aspect of the experience that for me has always cast doubt on the credibility of my memory. Amber suggested that I ask Bran about it at the next Illumination Meditation meeting. He explained that aliens can shift vibrational frequencies so that they can move through physical objects. Snapping his fingers, he also claimed that aliens can make people black out in less than a second. Bran suggested that the government was probably experimenting on me with alien technology, no doubt while aliens supervised. He even admitted that aliens have abducted him on more than one occasion, but he didn't provide any details.
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All poems, stories, essays, illustrations, and music Copyright © 2024 by Jim Robbins.

