Tuesday, February 21, 2012

'Atlantis Rising' - More Channeling On Hippies (And Mediums) From The '60s


From 12/27/1973:

"ES___: Is my soul’s movement random or purposeful? From the moment the soul fragments into pieces then the evolutionary process evolves into ultimate unity and the process is repeated. I see it as by chance and not happening by purpose."

"Do you really believe that “chance” brought this group together in Walnut Creek, California? We cannot believe that at all. The searching is solely through Essence, and the False Personality fights this as long as it exists, which may or may not survive to the bitter end. All of you were involved in a specific situation, which has now brought you together in a parallel time frame, which allows you to complete the Monad. For those of you who initially came together in Rome and Syria, Palestine, there is the teaching of Christ, who you all knew of then, for you to hear this time with unplugged ears. One among you heard it loud and clear then, and will become an adept in this physical interval. Sarah wrote a book during that lifetime, and now she is writing it again. Some changes are being made. Others are playing out almost identical life roles as you did then. This will become more apparent as we progress."

Folks, for you who haven't had the pleasure, the ME just led me to the one Spiritual Book that colored the '60s for me -

THE ENTIRE TEXT, COMPLETE WITH ALL THE ORIGINAL COLOR PLATES that taught an entire generation of Healers and Shaman and yes, stoned-ass hippies to truly SEE and understand Auras and   .  .  .

ta - da:

"Thought Forms", by MY favorite Theosophists: C.W. Leadbeator and Annie Besant [mentioned favorably by The Michael Entity in the recent transcriptions of  (TOMG)  The Original Michael Group]:

"Thought Forms" link

Just look into the wry joy and elated Essence visible through C.W. Leadbeater's eyes (anyone reminded of Ed?) and does anyone else see what we used to call the 'inner' aura of brightyellowhite tightly outlining the hair and face mostly, of one of the Michael's favorites: Annie Besant, and then can you see the whiter shifting larger outlines in chunks and strands along her clothes  .  .  .  wow  .  .  . takes me back.  Anyone have any questions about this stuff, IO used to be an expert, my only limitations were not seeing the colors emanating from the lower chakras and meridians................by the way Rolf, what the "Global Consciousness Project" in the Video was doing was real, I remember tuning into it at the time to see if they got it right, and they had it really energetically managed.  Many of  us had, and have used this collective energy, harnessed through collective cronosynchronicity, mutually learned ritual movements, actions and forms and shapes (for my covens, down all the ages, the forms of Hermetic Magick, the mantras, yantras and mudras of Rajvayana Tantra Asana, and the channeled memories of those V Cadre's of us from Atlantis who all took turns living our lives, watched over by our Soulsiblings as we schemed and plotted, weaved and knotted timelinetapestries of silken necessity, a city saved from famine here, a library looted, scrolls buried, genelines preserved by centuries pre-planned reunitingincarnationsleepingonlywithkithandkinkennedbynonespecially the diseasestrewingtyreandsidon3wingflyingsaucerfolk (seen inbgrade medieval paintingsabandoned to die like we folk of C1/E1, plotting and "sliding" and cringing through life after life, a Sage saved to teach a tribe how to build boats and escape to places the Annunnaki nor their servants ever went neverowningevenourselves as sacreifice after sacrifice was seen by our Seers and

channeled thru oracles and dying eyes closed only to see the 'copulatingbodies' that drew us down, again and again, sworn to keep the shared vision of 37375 individual 'sparks from the Tao' bandeed together in common cause, common ancestry (Leary WAS right - there IS a Racial and Spirituaklmemory wovendeepinDNA) that if known to the DemiUrgos and his servants before now would, in this very year,       be


deemedgeneticallyadvancedangerousandwilful .  .  .

that, my brothers and sisters from fair lost sunken Atlantis,

I am overwhelmed and honored to tell those of you who know

in your very marrow, that my story is yours also  .  .  .  

The End

as foreseen in a dream, of a dream, when what WAS foreseen is a single sorry Sage reading words on a screen like a team, in a forest green, releasing a dove (or is it a meme?) to return to a ship, which fleeing Atlantis found a mountain and a forest and a Temple waiting  .  .  .  waiting for a team  .  .  .   from the last Cadre's team.    Or was it a gene?

What - - -Ever - - -and - - -Ever, my fine and triumphant crew.

'Tis thru and through.  We stuck to our plans, and our Muse`

(Blessed Be Ye Michael Entity - Three times 3 times Three -

as we will always seek follow The Way Which Is Ever Its Own End

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