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Flowers at Tamarack Creek
DREAM OF AN ANCIENT PATH
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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
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Tamarack Creek is about halfway between Shaver Lake and Huntington Lake in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. 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 everything else. 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 before.
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Soggy Meadow next to the Incinerated Forest: Tamarack Creek
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I know a thing or two that might start a revolution.
You are a magnificent and magical spiritual being. 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. In other words, the archetypal energies 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, spiritual beings, 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, through social conditioning, you will open a channel to your higher self. The more you access your higher self, the more you grow into a person who knows the magnificence, abundance, brilliance, power and harmony of the human spirit. "Ye are Gods," claim 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.
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The Mystical Tree of Life
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How many employers, wealthy capitalists, politicians, army recruiters, ministers, psychiatrists, family members, and friends want you to know this? Would they prefer that you simply 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, colorful 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 vanished 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 the rocks 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 by something!" I blurted out, but they just kept listing the animals I could still 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 the reality that 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 crawled 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 or 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 human death. The super-rich elites resist serving the public good because that would require them to pay more taxes and change their business strategies. 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.
This bears repeating: You cannot deal with evil effectively on the political level. Evil is a spiritual problem--and can only be addressed effectively to any real degree 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 obliviousness quite amusing.
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 usually 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.
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--as fast as any wild animal.
He had rushed 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 showing 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, 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 few people, I realized, 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 unwelcome in his territory.
Sixty percent of the wildlife on this planet has disappeared in the last fifty years. My experience with the gnome-like creature has often made me wonder what else humanity might be in the process of wiping off the face of the planet.
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 reveals the form of 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 simple human terms, Air represents the 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, a kind of energetic interface between consciousness and 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. 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. I discovered that the two rituals--which the visions of spiritual symbols had led me to discover--can provide an interface with the subtle powers of harmony.
I soon discovered that these Shining Ones are perhaps the greatest powers of harmony in our world--if not the cosmos. They work with us if we serve the Divine Will to create or maintain harmony and balance in the world. They do not allow individual human desires or the ego to interfere with their divine work, however. And I also soon discovered that they were giving me the opportunity to work with them to neutralize spiritually unbalanced forces.
I soon discovered that some powerful 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 eventually manifests as serious disease. They can also amplify debilitating negative emotions. I soon figured out that the Archangels, if we work with them, neutralize these dark 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. Since we have free will, we can either allow dark forces to run amok in the world--or with the Shining Ones, we can neutralize them to create or reestablish balance.
Some people, who are able to control dark forces through black magic, have inflicted a great deal of harm on society and individuals 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 people and the planet. Many of you might have noticed that we keep inching closer and closer to totalitarian rule. The attempts to overthrow democracy, or what's left of it, continue on both the political and spiritual levels. I can't prove that practitioners of black magic are working to end the last semblances of democracy in this society. I have, however, survived their attacks on a personal spiritual level and have witnessed their attacks on our society for years now. The crises that we experience in this dimension are but shadows cast by the spiritual dimension upon our world--but a core group of dedicated spiritual people working for the highest good can create a positive shift of consciousness in the spiritual dimension--a positive shift that can turn everything around for human society and the earth in this dimension.
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1) http://www.johnmuir.org/walk/muir_journal/IV.SJoachinValsyn.htm
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All poems, stories, essays, illustrations, and music Copyright © 2024 by Jim Robbins.
The Queen of Wands: Fire
A HIDDEN STRENGTH
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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 away?
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....
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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 symbol system 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 of 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 dimensions of Universal Consciousness and the divinity within all of creation.
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).
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Six of Wands (Different Perspective)
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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 harmonious 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 make it clear 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 ourselves so that we can manifest the most balanced, ideal 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 bizarre 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 label 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 physical 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 of 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, and 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 creative, upbuilding energies of Jupiter and the balanced energies of reverence and love and harmonious, beneficial organization.
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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, which is associated with Mars, are strength, discipline, courage, and the righteous use of power, 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. Some professors at universities, I have discovered, where truth should be the highest ideal, sometimes choose to manifest the unbalanced expression of the archetypal energy within their sphere of influence.
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 of 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 and sacrifice. Mastery of the energies 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 and spiritual traditions. He recognizes the divinity and interconnectedness of all life and avoids exalting himself and his 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 we can make the world a heaven or hell through the way we manifest these basic energies within us.
When I perform The Supreme Invoking Ritual of the Pentagram (SIRP), I ask Raphael, "Healer of God," to bless and heal all dark energies sent to harm me by practitioners of black magic. Then I ask Raphael to bless and heal all dark energies possessing or attached to the practitioners of black magic. Then I ask Raphael to bless and 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, 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 Uriel, "God is my Light," Archangel of salvation and the Element of Earth, to fill them all with divine love and harmony. By the time we are through with the ritual, the Archangels and Angels have cleansed and healed and neutralized all dark forces to create balance, and the Archangels and Angels have also cleansed and filled with divine love and harmony and light the practitioners of black magic.
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 me. 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 individual. It is indeed occasionally frightening to know that intelligent evil forces are repeatedly and mercilessly attacking me. Needless to say, I am beginning to suspect that my current circumstances are too dangerous for others. My pendulum confirms that while serving the Divine Will at this time I must 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 dark forces are attacking. After purifying my chakras and my 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. I had experienced this type of attack a few 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 able to identify these types of attacks, and I immediately ask the Archangels to neutralize the negative forces, and the Shining Ones have never once let me down.
NOTE: I have become so heavily protected in the spiritual dimension by Archangels and Angels that dark forces no longer dare to harm me or the people close to me. I have joined the human race again, and I have realized that the vision of the golden balanced cross with Angels floating at each end was no illusion and no accident--I was being called to work with Archangels and Angels to neutralize dark forces in order to create balance for the highest possible good of the earth and humanity as a whole. My vision years ago of the balanced cross revealed Divine Will, and through obedience I fulfilled my purpose.
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All poems, stories, essays, illustrations, and music Copyright © 2024 by Jim Robbins.
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Pestle next to a Pounding Stone, North Fork of the Kings River
A DREAM OF THE POWER OF HARMONY
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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.
Next to the Pestle (Shown Above), a Pounding Stone at the North Fork of the Kings River
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PENDULUM DREAMS: PART ELEVEN
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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 good look at the size of the monolithic structure. Out of the blue, one of the neighborhood kids yelled, "Let's go!" Abandoning the car and my father, we 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.
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​Pine Flat Dam, Satellite Image (googlemaps.com)
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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 anymore. I did not know 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 someone had parked a bulldozer. (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 the area.
In retrospect, I realize now that even at the age of eleven I was quite psychic--before the testosterone kicked in and I began to focus on satisfying social needs. Nevertheless, I was totally alone, unable to identify where the hostility was coming 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. To me, it didn't look very different from the cuts for mountain roads that I had experienced many times during my family's travels. I investigated the heavy equipment--too afraid to touch it even though I was all alone. Finally, still deeply disturbed by the feelings of hostility directed at me, 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 my brother and the neighborhood kids were already exploring the top of the dam. (Sixty 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 everyone, I was no longer thinking about the inexplicable feelings of hostility directed at me that I had experienced a little while earlier. Only years later did I understand why a spirit might be enraged by what the dam had done to the river canyon.
In retrospect, I learned two lessons from the experience. First, I recognized that I could sense the feelings of spiritual entities. Secondly, I realized that I could handle dangerous, uncertain circumstances. The same neighborhood kids on other trips had 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 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 recent circumstances.
Dark forces have not assaulted me in four weeks. My pendulum has confirmed that the tax-funded 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 become used to. I even chuckled a few times while they 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 as they feed off your energy or who insert astral knives into your brain or heart or digestive system or who fill your aura with negative energy that eventually manifests as a serious or even 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 his life over without any bad memories or negativity associated with the past.
By that point, I had experienced a chronic illness for decades. Eventually I even reached a point during which I died. I floated for a moment above my body but suddenly came back to life. 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 in society no longer held much meaning for me anymore. (I did eventually eliminate gluten completely from my diet, and I am totally fine now.)
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 embalming work of the funeral-home technicians before they placed his body in the 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 many ways.) I had just turned seventeen, but despite the fact that I had never experienced a greater urgency to speak in my life, I sighed and remained silent.
As you can see, 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, probably 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 four 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 almost 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 that transcended all negativity. I would never be attacked by dark forces again.
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All poems, stories, essays, illustrations, and music Copyright © 2024 by Jim Robbins.
Pounding Stone on a High Ridge
FIND AN ANCIENT PATH
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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, below 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
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PENDULUM DREAMS: PART TWELVE
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