The Strangling Hand
by Karl Hans Strobl
translated by Joe E. Bandel
Copyright Joe E. Bandel
The Strangling Hand Ch 1 pg 9-12
“His memory permits him to be like a saint, but it will not belittle him, if I tell you that he didn’t have any more to give, that he was not producing any more great creations. The people have already glorified and immortalized his claim to fame. The world would have become very impatient if they had to wait for his final great work. They would have become very impatient with him and because of that his glory would have become less than it now is.”
“But you have only spoken to me about him, now tell me a little about yourself.”
“There is not anything to say about myself, other than that I loved him.”
“There is only one love, but it’s appearance is multifold and varied like the colorful images of this world and nature will never tire of creating ever changing shapes and blossoms. Each day is a celebration.”
The glass dome arched higher, and an exquisite silence sank down upon her that rang against the smooth marble walls like silver. Then the Frau began to talk, and the finger tips of her hands slid over the cool surface of the table.
“He lifted me up, when I was close to falling. I s pent my youth among strange people, in whose houses I had to educate spoiled children. They tolerated me at the table, because they were so disturbed by the bad habits and sassy questions of the little girls. But they never forgot to let me know that my good work was in service to them.
The grown sons and Masters of the houses often pretended to be sweet when they were alone with me. They brought little gifts and flowers, which they asked me to hide from their mothers and spouses. I pretended not to understand their hints and wishes, so I could never find a permanent home.
Going from place to place made me tired, and in the house where I finally ended up the not so subtle pressure of the gentleman wore down my resistance. He had a strange power over his entire environment and was a terrible Master. He had the cruelty and lewdness of an Assyrian conqueror.
It was one evening in a quiet park, after a difficult storm, when I felt that my power was broken and that I would soon succumb to his will. I saw swans like blue birds with large wings fly up a narrow stream, and from far away came the sounds of their music.
That was where I spoke to a young man, and his first words told me that a poet was standing in front of me. He felt my despair and the distress deep within my soul. Every one of his words was so good and kind that they seemed to caress me like soft hands and I could not resist him. When he asked me to share his happiness and his meager life, I took it as a gift from an old friend.
He led me back to the house of my oppressor, beat his empty threats into the wind, and didn’t allow himself to be intimidated by the teeth grinding and angry gestures.. Then we lived in a dream for six years and ... were ... happy.”
The long beard of Eleagabal Kuperus trembled on his breast. His finger followed a red marble thread on the table, at which the young blond Frau was sitting. Her eyes seemed to be blinded by a radiant glory. The dark cloth that had covered her head and shoulders had slid down onto her lap, and all the light in the room, which flowed in invisible waves, seemed to appear and collect on her transfigured pale face and radiate back at him.
“Have you told me everything?” Asked Eleagabal Kuperus.
“I have been given very much. What I mean is that we were happy.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that you were unfaithful to him?”
“It was his right as a poet to leave, and yet, he always returned to me. His love only made my conquest greater”
At that Eleagabal Kuperus bowed down and kissed the young Frau on the forehead, and she looked him quietly in the eyes as he took her by the hand.
“Now I will gladly fulfill your wish.”
“He spoke of you with reverence and conceived many plans of how he could be closer to you. Your life had a great influence over him. He often said that you were the one that had the power and courage to shake off all the things that he couldn’t. He created his island, which the entire world had to go around. He built high barriers around his life, and only narrow paths led to him. Now he himself comes on a narrow path. It was his last wish to have his head preserved. Will you deny him your skill?”
“I waited for him, and he didn’t come. I will not deny him my skill now . Follow me.”
Eleagabal took the hand of the Frau and walked with her toward the marble wall. No door was visible, and the Frau shrank back when her forehead almost touched the stone. Then she saw that delicate copper leaf vines stretched over the opening and they looked like the green and red veins in the marble. The hand of the man reached in, lifted the vines and she stepped through.
Another room lay in front of her, a type of laboratory with marble walls and like the domed hall it had a row of columns. These columns were permeated with a mild tranquil light that spread through the room in invisible waves. Marble pedestals were placed around the room near the walls, upon which, beneath glass covers, lay human limbs; arms, legs, and hands with the full appearance of life, whose cut surfaces appeared to be still fresh and bloodied. Eleagabal Kuperus lifted up one of the glass covers and invited the Frau to touch the arm, a beautiful woman’s arm. Emma obeyed without horror or disgust and felt how the skin was soft and supple, so that the flesh gave way beneath the pressure of her fingers.
“This arm is 30 years old: it belonged to my daughter Constance,” said Eleagabal. “I studied and researched for a long time until I discovered this method to bring back life from the dead. The old Egyptians preserved the bodies of their dead for life in the underworld. But those dried out, shriveled up bodies, whose cavities were filled with spices and wrapped with countless bandages, are more frightening in their decomposition because they no longer maintain the beautiful shape that life once gave them.”
He pointed to one corner where a wrinkled and ridiculous head could be seen with a narrow gold band around its forehead which appeared to be glowing. It lay within a weathered black coffin. Emma was frightened and turned quickly away, in order to follow Eleagabal, who walked in front of her explaining as he guided her from pedestal to pedestal, from one memorial of his life to the next, and at each she marveled at the perfection of his art, the perfection of its victory over the dead relatives and friends who had donated parts of their bodies to this remarkable museum. So many of them had been dead for decades and their limbs here still retained an unending freshness. They stopped in front of one where the head of a negro lay on a shiny mirrored plate beneath a bell jar.
“This head was not the best part of my Hassan,” said Eleagabal Kuperus, “but it was a strong skull and took more than one chop, which shattered the cutting board, for me to cut it off.”
The way that Eleagabal grabbed the thick curly hair with loving tenderness and softly held it showed how loyal this servant had been and Emma sensed how much he had been loved. A little breeze of eternity, uninterrupted by death, lay in this room, a continued sympathetic existence, on these pedestals placed at measured intervals. And they insured beyond any doubt that oblivion was not known here. The deep peace of a temple and quietness of a true home gave the room a deep sense of happiness. Here time was stopped and could no longer unfold. It was dammed up, and only flowed in a measure that was pleasing to the master of this house, slowly and without beating waves. The water in this chamber did not carry the smell of sewer, of decay and rot that often was given off by a cadaver, but remained refined and clear as if it was purified through a machine.
So detached from all other things, yet at the same time suspended in and through itself, a world in space, so filled with peace lay within this chamber. These things were so strange to the young Frau, so content and inoffensive as they gave themselves to this man. While she was lost in thought and kept coming back to these images of the infinite, the mild light within the room transformed to became stronger and more radiant. It seemed as if red bundles of light radiated out from the columns, until the walls lay bathed in a glowing red like the light through a stained glass window, and all of the limbs twitched upon their pedestals in these strong life giving rays.
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Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Gaia Ascension Update Winding Down
I'm not saying that this is my last ascension post, but I am saying that I'm in the process of moving on because its time to move on. I've been writing about Gaia's ascension since 2008 and followed her ascension timeline from 8D as it dropped down to 7D, 6D, 5D, 4D and finally entered 3D and now moves back to stabilize in 4D. The game is over and we won!
As I look back over the years at the ascension activity one thing strikes me above all others. It has always began with existing conditions in the present moment and changed not those conditions, but the energetic rules behind those conditions and circumstances. What I'm trying to say is that the changes have been invisible but profound! They have been behind the scenes and rarely caused much catastrophic disruption.
On the contrary the powers that were, the elite that desired to turn humanity once more into a world of economic slavery have been the ones that have tried to bring about massive and radical change. They have tried to create WWIII and destroy the United States of America. But they have failed! There are no massive changes on the horizon, only some arrests that will barely make the news.
In many ways the entire ascension thing is turning out to be a non event for those that don't understand what has really happened. And that's a good thing! This has all happened with minimum disruption of human life! Think about it! Energetically I can sense that the power of the opposition is going down and going down fast. There will be a lot of negotiations behind the scenes. Things will or have already begun to get better for the average person. Its time for each of us to begin thinking about our new life.
There is so much going on behind the scenes that we will never know about and that's fine with me. I want to move forward and not remain stuck in conflict. To put things in a visual perspective, there was a clog in the sewer line but it has been removed so that the water is now going down the drain like it is supposed to. There is now a clear path for the ascension energies to physically manifest, but we might need to rethink what that means as well.
What if our 3D lives suddenly begin to get easier. Does that mean that 3D is no longer 3D? Does that mean that we have gradually shifted into 4D where everything seems the same but is a little easier? That's what I believe is happening. There will still be obstacles and problems, but they won't be so overwhelming as they used to be. Little instances of magic will enter our world and make life worth living once more. But most of us will still believe that we are really living in 3D! This change will be so subtle that most will not be aware of it. At least in the first few years.
But what about being 5D creators? What about imagining a new world and poof it appears!
That my friends is what this past year has been all about! Ascension is a collective event and this past year's battle has been a 5D battle about which collective world to create. The powers that were tried to create a mental world through the powers of the mind and spirit. We have created an organic world by using these powers and also including the powers of the heart and organic life itself! Because we have collectively created an organic world there is no major shift because it is simply an extension of the one we already live in, but the energetics behind that world have now changed and for the better!
Everything is ok and there is no need to get caught up in things, especially Gaia's ascension!
As I look back over the years at the ascension activity one thing strikes me above all others. It has always began with existing conditions in the present moment and changed not those conditions, but the energetic rules behind those conditions and circumstances. What I'm trying to say is that the changes have been invisible but profound! They have been behind the scenes and rarely caused much catastrophic disruption.
On the contrary the powers that were, the elite that desired to turn humanity once more into a world of economic slavery have been the ones that have tried to bring about massive and radical change. They have tried to create WWIII and destroy the United States of America. But they have failed! There are no massive changes on the horizon, only some arrests that will barely make the news.
In many ways the entire ascension thing is turning out to be a non event for those that don't understand what has really happened. And that's a good thing! This has all happened with minimum disruption of human life! Think about it! Energetically I can sense that the power of the opposition is going down and going down fast. There will be a lot of negotiations behind the scenes. Things will or have already begun to get better for the average person. Its time for each of us to begin thinking about our new life.
There is so much going on behind the scenes that we will never know about and that's fine with me. I want to move forward and not remain stuck in conflict. To put things in a visual perspective, there was a clog in the sewer line but it has been removed so that the water is now going down the drain like it is supposed to. There is now a clear path for the ascension energies to physically manifest, but we might need to rethink what that means as well.
What if our 3D lives suddenly begin to get easier. Does that mean that 3D is no longer 3D? Does that mean that we have gradually shifted into 4D where everything seems the same but is a little easier? That's what I believe is happening. There will still be obstacles and problems, but they won't be so overwhelming as they used to be. Little instances of magic will enter our world and make life worth living once more. But most of us will still believe that we are really living in 3D! This change will be so subtle that most will not be aware of it. At least in the first few years.
But what about being 5D creators? What about imagining a new world and poof it appears!
That my friends is what this past year has been all about! Ascension is a collective event and this past year's battle has been a 5D battle about which collective world to create. The powers that were tried to create a mental world through the powers of the mind and spirit. We have created an organic world by using these powers and also including the powers of the heart and organic life itself! Because we have collectively created an organic world there is no major shift because it is simply an extension of the one we already live in, but the energetics behind that world have now changed and for the better!
Everything is ok and there is no need to get caught up in things, especially Gaia's ascension!
Friday, February 23, 2018
The Strangling Hand Ch 1 Pg 5-8
The Strangling Hand
by Karl Hans Strobl
translated by Joe E. Bandel
Copyright Joe E. Bandel
The Strangling Hand Ch 1 pg 5-8
The Frau who wanted to visit Eleagabal Kuperus had to wait a while before the heavy door opened. The faint light from a nearby lantern engaged in battle with the fog and brought the carvings on the door into sharp relief, then slid across the hand with the key as it radiated out to the edge of the darkness that lay heavy over the end of the street. The portal slowly opened and a long passage led the Frau into the interior of the house as she walked silently over soft carpet. To her left and right were glowing letters that arranged themselves into words which were not recognizable, as well as hieroglyphics, cuneiform and glimmering symbols. They gave off so much light that in the dim twilight dark paintings and statues could be seen high above all along the entrance corridor. A fountain pattered a wistful melody in a red-lit room, in which a collection of paintings were hung on the walls. A servant waited there, whose hairy head, whose pointed little ears and whose evil glimmering eyes made him look like a wolf. He raised his hand in a silencing movement.
The Frau followed him down a narrow path between two walls of books, until he took a ball from out of a bowl and dropped it back in producing a silvery sound. From out of the folds of a curtain, a cool breeze blew against her hot face as she stepped beneath a glass dome that arched above a room of marble. It was like a temple with two rows of supporting columns, but the broad capitals of these columns were decorated with scrolls and animal heads that looked down on her and did not in any way support the dome. They apparently served no purpose except to divide the bottom portion of the chamber, while the dome itself remained unsupported and free above like a symbol of the infinity of heaven. There were all types of colorful marble collected in this chamber, from white fragments of Tyrolean marble to flaming , starry and miraculous colors of the rarest kind. Water trickled down a wall, as if a little stream of blood poured from out of some hidden opening above and silently slid down the flat surface. Nearby were tiles like those that maps were painted upon, but these showcased delicate ferns, moss or bush like veins encased within the stone, as well as blossoming corals that spread their branches out wide, as if they contained the power of unchained expansion. The impeccable surfaces of white, yellow and ivory colored marble glowed in ever changing displays of color.
This chamber presented lifeless stone, while at the same time radiating an intense sense of life and peace, which was driven by an infinite source. It was possibly like a head in which confused thoughts stormed, in which confused thoughts dwelled, and of which no one would dare speak or act upon in real life. Up above, the dome itself remained completely detached from the confusion, containing it so that none of it could escape; arched and glassy like the cornea of an eye, upon whose retina these most precious and wonderful colors played.
Eleagabal Kuperus sat at a marble table in the center, guarded by columns on the left and the right. His hand lay on the table, his finger traced some vein in the marble and his lips moved. Then he looked up and his gaze wrapped the Frau in a veil of questions. His questioning eyes lay deep inside a head that was just as much that of a patriarch as it was that of an old predator. A high forehead rose above them, furrowed with so many wrinkles that people would find it laughable in anyone else. Down below grew a wild beard that bushed out on all sides, yet remained forced down onto his chest. Beneath his mustache gaped the dark cavern of his mouth from which two canines protruded. The incisors were long lost, the canines of the upper skull had transformed into fangs through a rare power, and when Eleagabal Kuperus laughed, they crept out like daggers from their sheaths. Around his bald head lay a thin wreath of white hair, which stood out straight like bristles as if from an electric shock.
The Frau hesitated and then stepped up to him and laid a round package on the table in front of him which she had carried beneath her coat.
“You are welcome here," said Eleagabal Kuperus and he waved away the servant with the face of a wolf, who had been crouching like a predator behind the Frau. “You are welcome here,” said Eleagabal Kuperus once more, and the Frau felt how his gaze penetrated through her. Then he added, and his hand pointed to the round package:
“You have brought me the head of your husband.”
A trembling came over the Frau, and the table, at which Eleagabal Kuperus sat, began to spin quickly around its axis, so quickly, that it seemed as if the man in front of her multiplied. Fainting, she grabbed at one of the columns for support, but she quickly pulled her fingers back, because the stone was so hot, that it almost burned her skin.
“Take it, just as it is. Death is a powerful master, almost as powerful as life itself, and often it seems as if it overcomes life. I honor your pain, and I want to fulfill your desire.”
“You know, what I want to do with it?”
I know. Your love is great, and I bow down before that love.”
Then the Frau broke out into tears and looked despairingly around her, because she felt so weak, ashamed that she had allowed herself to show weakness. Eleagabal Kuperus stood up and stepped over to her; he laid one arm around her shoulders. And then a strange thing happened, Frau Emma Rössler, despite her horror and fear of this notorious old man, this weird man she had come to, sobbed as she hid her head in the thick brush of his beard. They both stood completely still, and the silence crackled like a small blue flame. Then he led her to his chair at the marble table and asked her to sit down.
“Tell me about your husband, who was a poet and the things that shaped – his life.”
“It seems, that you knew him.”
– Eleagabal Kuperus smiled, and both fangs crept out of the hole of his mouth, while his hand motioned for her to continue –
“His name was in the mouths of all the people, and his future stood before him, brilliant and wonderful. But despite all of his promise and ability, his advancement remained bleak and gloomy. He didn’t understand how to market himself and his works with ostentatious boasting and self advertising.
People always gave him support along the way and recognized his talent., He didn’t have the proud consolation of being unrecognized. But they only bought enough of his books so that we could live in common comfort. Yet he thirsted after more, and his artistic moods continued to bring forth even more beautiful, unheard of things. But we were not rich enough to rise above the common folk, and not poor enough to give up poetic speech entirely.
He continued on indifferently, along a path that was neither difficult enough nor successful enough until in the end he became tired, and that was his life. He could not be called a fighter, but he was also no fortunate child, to whom the stars dropped fortune into his lap.
With calm, disciplined work he achieved enough to lead a life that was similar to that of a thousand others, until he sank without too much pain, without a trace of tragedy, except that a voice was silenced, which the fates should have established, and allowed his final wishes to be expressed.”
Eleagabal Kuperus stood in front of the Frau and listened to her, while he stroked his long beard with his hand like a gardener strokes his bushes. The furrows of his high forehead moved. It seemed as if his thoughts ran across them.
“His life and his death was not so bleak, as might appear to your love. His life was not allowed its full brilliance, and I know, that his power dissolved into a soft twilight. But it could have been richer and deeper, if he could have had your love. And that is why I tell you, that he did not understand how to achieve it. From out of the depths comes all happiness. Yet his death was not in vain, because of that which he was able to give to the world in the end.”
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by Karl Hans Strobl
translated by Joe E. Bandel
Copyright Joe E. Bandel
The Strangling Hand Ch 1 pg 5-8
The Frau who wanted to visit Eleagabal Kuperus had to wait a while before the heavy door opened. The faint light from a nearby lantern engaged in battle with the fog and brought the carvings on the door into sharp relief, then slid across the hand with the key as it radiated out to the edge of the darkness that lay heavy over the end of the street. The portal slowly opened and a long passage led the Frau into the interior of the house as she walked silently over soft carpet. To her left and right were glowing letters that arranged themselves into words which were not recognizable, as well as hieroglyphics, cuneiform and glimmering symbols. They gave off so much light that in the dim twilight dark paintings and statues could be seen high above all along the entrance corridor. A fountain pattered a wistful melody in a red-lit room, in which a collection of paintings were hung on the walls. A servant waited there, whose hairy head, whose pointed little ears and whose evil glimmering eyes made him look like a wolf. He raised his hand in a silencing movement.
The Frau followed him down a narrow path between two walls of books, until he took a ball from out of a bowl and dropped it back in producing a silvery sound. From out of the folds of a curtain, a cool breeze blew against her hot face as she stepped beneath a glass dome that arched above a room of marble. It was like a temple with two rows of supporting columns, but the broad capitals of these columns were decorated with scrolls and animal heads that looked down on her and did not in any way support the dome. They apparently served no purpose except to divide the bottom portion of the chamber, while the dome itself remained unsupported and free above like a symbol of the infinity of heaven. There were all types of colorful marble collected in this chamber, from white fragments of Tyrolean marble to flaming , starry and miraculous colors of the rarest kind. Water trickled down a wall, as if a little stream of blood poured from out of some hidden opening above and silently slid down the flat surface. Nearby were tiles like those that maps were painted upon, but these showcased delicate ferns, moss or bush like veins encased within the stone, as well as blossoming corals that spread their branches out wide, as if they contained the power of unchained expansion. The impeccable surfaces of white, yellow and ivory colored marble glowed in ever changing displays of color.
This chamber presented lifeless stone, while at the same time radiating an intense sense of life and peace, which was driven by an infinite source. It was possibly like a head in which confused thoughts stormed, in which confused thoughts dwelled, and of which no one would dare speak or act upon in real life. Up above, the dome itself remained completely detached from the confusion, containing it so that none of it could escape; arched and glassy like the cornea of an eye, upon whose retina these most precious and wonderful colors played.
Eleagabal Kuperus sat at a marble table in the center, guarded by columns on the left and the right. His hand lay on the table, his finger traced some vein in the marble and his lips moved. Then he looked up and his gaze wrapped the Frau in a veil of questions. His questioning eyes lay deep inside a head that was just as much that of a patriarch as it was that of an old predator. A high forehead rose above them, furrowed with so many wrinkles that people would find it laughable in anyone else. Down below grew a wild beard that bushed out on all sides, yet remained forced down onto his chest. Beneath his mustache gaped the dark cavern of his mouth from which two canines protruded. The incisors were long lost, the canines of the upper skull had transformed into fangs through a rare power, and when Eleagabal Kuperus laughed, they crept out like daggers from their sheaths. Around his bald head lay a thin wreath of white hair, which stood out straight like bristles as if from an electric shock.
The Frau hesitated and then stepped up to him and laid a round package on the table in front of him which she had carried beneath her coat.
“You are welcome here," said Eleagabal Kuperus and he waved away the servant with the face of a wolf, who had been crouching like a predator behind the Frau. “You are welcome here,” said Eleagabal Kuperus once more, and the Frau felt how his gaze penetrated through her. Then he added, and his hand pointed to the round package:
“You have brought me the head of your husband.”
A trembling came over the Frau, and the table, at which Eleagabal Kuperus sat, began to spin quickly around its axis, so quickly, that it seemed as if the man in front of her multiplied. Fainting, she grabbed at one of the columns for support, but she quickly pulled her fingers back, because the stone was so hot, that it almost burned her skin.
“Take it, just as it is. Death is a powerful master, almost as powerful as life itself, and often it seems as if it overcomes life. I honor your pain, and I want to fulfill your desire.”
“You know, what I want to do with it?”
I know. Your love is great, and I bow down before that love.”
Then the Frau broke out into tears and looked despairingly around her, because she felt so weak, ashamed that she had allowed herself to show weakness. Eleagabal Kuperus stood up and stepped over to her; he laid one arm around her shoulders. And then a strange thing happened, Frau Emma Rössler, despite her horror and fear of this notorious old man, this weird man she had come to, sobbed as she hid her head in the thick brush of his beard. They both stood completely still, and the silence crackled like a small blue flame. Then he led her to his chair at the marble table and asked her to sit down.
“Tell me about your husband, who was a poet and the things that shaped – his life.”
“It seems, that you knew him.”
– Eleagabal Kuperus smiled, and both fangs crept out of the hole of his mouth, while his hand motioned for her to continue –
“His name was in the mouths of all the people, and his future stood before him, brilliant and wonderful. But despite all of his promise and ability, his advancement remained bleak and gloomy. He didn’t understand how to market himself and his works with ostentatious boasting and self advertising.
People always gave him support along the way and recognized his talent., He didn’t have the proud consolation of being unrecognized. But they only bought enough of his books so that we could live in common comfort. Yet he thirsted after more, and his artistic moods continued to bring forth even more beautiful, unheard of things. But we were not rich enough to rise above the common folk, and not poor enough to give up poetic speech entirely.
He continued on indifferently, along a path that was neither difficult enough nor successful enough until in the end he became tired, and that was his life. He could not be called a fighter, but he was also no fortunate child, to whom the stars dropped fortune into his lap.
With calm, disciplined work he achieved enough to lead a life that was similar to that of a thousand others, until he sank without too much pain, without a trace of tragedy, except that a voice was silenced, which the fates should have established, and allowed his final wishes to be expressed.”
Eleagabal Kuperus stood in front of the Frau and listened to her, while he stroked his long beard with his hand like a gardener strokes his bushes. The furrows of his high forehead moved. It seemed as if his thoughts ran across them.
“His life and his death was not so bleak, as might appear to your love. His life was not allowed its full brilliance, and I know, that his power dissolved into a soft twilight. But it could have been richer and deeper, if he could have had your love. And that is why I tell you, that he did not understand how to achieve it. From out of the depths comes all happiness. Yet his death was not in vain, because of that which he was able to give to the world in the end.”
****
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Thursday, February 22, 2018
The Strangling Hand Ch 1 Pg 1-4
The Strangling Hand
by Karl Hans Strobl
translated by Joe E. Bandel
Copyright Joe E. Bandel
The Strangling Hand
Behind the Cathedral, where the roofs of little houses pressed around a narrow courtyard, the little alleyways lost their direction and disappeared, crowding up against the fronts of old gray buildings, or suddenly turning to the side around protruding corners, going up and down stairways, until they ended in some corner at one of the surrounding houses. The modern times with its expanding circle of industrial development had still not changed this innermost core of the city. And under the dark arches, in dusty niches, and in front of the blackened statues of saints lit with trembling little lamps cowered the past.
The stairs which climbed up and down around the houses had many steps which had become worn smooth and slippery, so that in the winter time the old women could only timidly and with choking prayers dare go to the Cathedral. Such joys and sorrows were carried over these stairs. There were holes worn into the granite steps, in which little pools of water stood after the summer rains and in the winter everything was covered with crackling ice. Thoughtful and sometimes sullen faces looked out the little windows of the old houses at the few people who carefully made their way over the rough concrete, and urgently and uncomfortably rushed past the mountainous Cathedral as if it held no power over them.
You could see many old people. Life appeared on these quiet and crooked little streets that stretched out in all directions. On Sunday you could see all these old men and women walking to the Cathedral, as if it were a treasured memory, haunted by the shadows of what it had once been. Yet the youth lived in the midst of these old people, rude, irrepressible and noisy in the present moment as they clambered over the stairs among the gray houses to play in the sunshine and enjoy the energy of youth.
The old people looked at them and smiled, because here the past and the present was not yet in conflict. These old people loved their green plants and white gardens, and many green window boxes protruded from the many paned windows. In the summer blood red fuchsia blossoms nodded above the wooden window boxes and sturdy wide leafed geraniums stood in the background. There were also entire windows full of blooming hyacinth, boasting all colors and in one arched window frame that was topped with the figures of animals and birds, you could see the foliage of exotic plants and wondrous orchids, which captivated all the children. They were compelled to stand in front of the window and push against the glass with their fingers. During the greatest summer holidays that was where the passion flowers were placed, the beautiful and sad blossoms which carried all the marks of the martyred Christ, the nails and the hammer and even the terrible thorn of crowns.
Here the people still celebrated the holidays. They put decorations on the doors and even the houses transformed their faces for Easter, Pentecost and Corpus Christi day. That was when a procession came through the narrow streets, when the bells rang out and the white clouds of incense swam above the heads of the priests. That was when rows of candles flickered in the windows and the statues of the saints looked out of sleepy eyes at the many lights. During Pentecost boughs of green birch were placed on all the doors, so that it seemed as if springtime had placed an ostrich plume on the face of every house. That was when things seemed so bright and cheerful in the world, so cheerful that people almost didn’t believe, how many other stories hid behind the old brown doors and slept inside the little windows. Familiar stories and strange stories, which awoke on sad days and during the long winter nights.
Near the main entrance to the Cathedral, guarded by the cold empty eyes of the stone saints, stood a house, around which many such stories were told. That was where Eleagabal Kuperus lived, of whom the people in the houses around the Cathedral told the most remarkable things. Of whom the youth told fantastic and mysterious stories and whom the old women were so careful to avoid, if he crossed their path on the way to the Cathedral.
His house was certainly the oldest anywhere around and had a slate gable roof on its wrinkled brown face that sat there like an old hat. In dry weather it’s front appeared dusty and furrowed , but when the rain beat against its walls, ancient images appeared on its surfaces: the sacrifice of Isaac, the judgment of Solomon, the passage of the Jews through the Red Sea and many others, of which the people up here on the hill knew nothing about. Like a secret ink that is activated by the sun or the water, these images appeared from out of the moisture, stretching themselves along all the walls, between the windows and showing themselves, down below intertwined with vines of plants and animals bound together with words written in an unreadable language.
But over the richly carved door that was bound with iron bands, a figure became visible, which stood there in the garments of a distant time, in one hand a sword and holding a key in the other. From out of its mouth came a ribbon on which was written in ancient letters: “Believe in miracles”. The strangest thing about this figure and about this house was, that the hand which held the key extended from out of the wall in a real and graspable form. This hand, with its curled fingers, sinews and perfectly formed veins appeared so much like the living hand of a human that you had to marvel at the artistic skill of its creator. After the rain coursed through the furrows and turned into a trickle the sun once more dried the walls and then the figure and letters disappeared, and only the hand remained holding the key above the door, as if it grew from out of the wall and wanted to show that the passage was locked and could only be opened by it alone.
And even the door – was a terrifying puzzle which the children could never solve. It was a carving of Saul and his visit to the witch of Endor. Misshapen bodies with hideous grimaces surrounded the hero. Up above, a wingless dragon spewed fire from out of its mouth, and down below Leviathan swam in an ocean of enormous pointed waves and blasted mighty streams of water from out of its nostrils.
Of all the people that told stories about Eleagabal Kuperus, it was old Frau Swoboda who told the strangest ones. She was the one who lit slender candles in the Cathedral for all the souls in purgatory. She was the one who had seen on one moonlit night, how a finger of the hand over the door had released the key and straightened out, exactly like the finger of a human hand that wants to relieve a cramp. And she was the one, who at the crack of dawn on one foggy winter day had seen clearly how the dragons and the monsters on the carved door had swarmed together, and how Saul had raised his arm to banish her. Ever since then she swore that Eleagabal Kuperus was a sorcerer, and a legion of old women stood behind her maintaining the same thing.
But even the men, who just laughed at this gossip, shunned the old man in the mysterious house, and when they encountered him in the twilight of a dimly lit street, gladly crossed over to the other side. Only rarely did anyone ring the bell under the hand with the key, and it was always a stranger, someone from the bustling city down below, who visited Eleagabal Kuperus in his castle.
The Frau, who surrounded by a heavy mist filled with mysterious voices, climbed up the large stairs one winter evening and slowly crossed the little space in front of the Cathedral, hesitated a moment in front of the door to the house in which Kuperus lived. Here on the top of the hill only a few little lights glowed, and one of them stood unmoving like a staring eye in the forehead of this house. Frau Swoboda, who had just came from out of the sanctuary of the Cathedral, saw, how a dark figure in front of the door of Kuperus reached to ring the bell, and with a shudder sent a short prayer for the salvation of this poor soul that was in the clutches of evil, and entrusted its soul to heaven. As she rounded the corner of the alley, she heard the shriek of the bell, and freezing, yet happy in the kindness of God’s grace, wrapped herself more tightly in her large shawl.
****
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by Karl Hans Strobl
translated by Joe E. Bandel
Copyright Joe E. Bandel
The Strangling Hand
Behind the Cathedral, where the roofs of little houses pressed around a narrow courtyard, the little alleyways lost their direction and disappeared, crowding up against the fronts of old gray buildings, or suddenly turning to the side around protruding corners, going up and down stairways, until they ended in some corner at one of the surrounding houses. The modern times with its expanding circle of industrial development had still not changed this innermost core of the city. And under the dark arches, in dusty niches, and in front of the blackened statues of saints lit with trembling little lamps cowered the past.
The stairs which climbed up and down around the houses had many steps which had become worn smooth and slippery, so that in the winter time the old women could only timidly and with choking prayers dare go to the Cathedral. Such joys and sorrows were carried over these stairs. There were holes worn into the granite steps, in which little pools of water stood after the summer rains and in the winter everything was covered with crackling ice. Thoughtful and sometimes sullen faces looked out the little windows of the old houses at the few people who carefully made their way over the rough concrete, and urgently and uncomfortably rushed past the mountainous Cathedral as if it held no power over them.
You could see many old people. Life appeared on these quiet and crooked little streets that stretched out in all directions. On Sunday you could see all these old men and women walking to the Cathedral, as if it were a treasured memory, haunted by the shadows of what it had once been. Yet the youth lived in the midst of these old people, rude, irrepressible and noisy in the present moment as they clambered over the stairs among the gray houses to play in the sunshine and enjoy the energy of youth.
The old people looked at them and smiled, because here the past and the present was not yet in conflict. These old people loved their green plants and white gardens, and many green window boxes protruded from the many paned windows. In the summer blood red fuchsia blossoms nodded above the wooden window boxes and sturdy wide leafed geraniums stood in the background. There were also entire windows full of blooming hyacinth, boasting all colors and in one arched window frame that was topped with the figures of animals and birds, you could see the foliage of exotic plants and wondrous orchids, which captivated all the children. They were compelled to stand in front of the window and push against the glass with their fingers. During the greatest summer holidays that was where the passion flowers were placed, the beautiful and sad blossoms which carried all the marks of the martyred Christ, the nails and the hammer and even the terrible thorn of crowns.
Here the people still celebrated the holidays. They put decorations on the doors and even the houses transformed their faces for Easter, Pentecost and Corpus Christi day. That was when a procession came through the narrow streets, when the bells rang out and the white clouds of incense swam above the heads of the priests. That was when rows of candles flickered in the windows and the statues of the saints looked out of sleepy eyes at the many lights. During Pentecost boughs of green birch were placed on all the doors, so that it seemed as if springtime had placed an ostrich plume on the face of every house. That was when things seemed so bright and cheerful in the world, so cheerful that people almost didn’t believe, how many other stories hid behind the old brown doors and slept inside the little windows. Familiar stories and strange stories, which awoke on sad days and during the long winter nights.
Near the main entrance to the Cathedral, guarded by the cold empty eyes of the stone saints, stood a house, around which many such stories were told. That was where Eleagabal Kuperus lived, of whom the people in the houses around the Cathedral told the most remarkable things. Of whom the youth told fantastic and mysterious stories and whom the old women were so careful to avoid, if he crossed their path on the way to the Cathedral.
His house was certainly the oldest anywhere around and had a slate gable roof on its wrinkled brown face that sat there like an old hat. In dry weather it’s front appeared dusty and furrowed , but when the rain beat against its walls, ancient images appeared on its surfaces: the sacrifice of Isaac, the judgment of Solomon, the passage of the Jews through the Red Sea and many others, of which the people up here on the hill knew nothing about. Like a secret ink that is activated by the sun or the water, these images appeared from out of the moisture, stretching themselves along all the walls, between the windows and showing themselves, down below intertwined with vines of plants and animals bound together with words written in an unreadable language.
But over the richly carved door that was bound with iron bands, a figure became visible, which stood there in the garments of a distant time, in one hand a sword and holding a key in the other. From out of its mouth came a ribbon on which was written in ancient letters: “Believe in miracles”. The strangest thing about this figure and about this house was, that the hand which held the key extended from out of the wall in a real and graspable form. This hand, with its curled fingers, sinews and perfectly formed veins appeared so much like the living hand of a human that you had to marvel at the artistic skill of its creator. After the rain coursed through the furrows and turned into a trickle the sun once more dried the walls and then the figure and letters disappeared, and only the hand remained holding the key above the door, as if it grew from out of the wall and wanted to show that the passage was locked and could only be opened by it alone.
And even the door – was a terrifying puzzle which the children could never solve. It was a carving of Saul and his visit to the witch of Endor. Misshapen bodies with hideous grimaces surrounded the hero. Up above, a wingless dragon spewed fire from out of its mouth, and down below Leviathan swam in an ocean of enormous pointed waves and blasted mighty streams of water from out of its nostrils.
Of all the people that told stories about Eleagabal Kuperus, it was old Frau Swoboda who told the strangest ones. She was the one who lit slender candles in the Cathedral for all the souls in purgatory. She was the one who had seen on one moonlit night, how a finger of the hand over the door had released the key and straightened out, exactly like the finger of a human hand that wants to relieve a cramp. And she was the one, who at the crack of dawn on one foggy winter day had seen clearly how the dragons and the monsters on the carved door had swarmed together, and how Saul had raised his arm to banish her. Ever since then she swore that Eleagabal Kuperus was a sorcerer, and a legion of old women stood behind her maintaining the same thing.
But even the men, who just laughed at this gossip, shunned the old man in the mysterious house, and when they encountered him in the twilight of a dimly lit street, gladly crossed over to the other side. Only rarely did anyone ring the bell under the hand with the key, and it was always a stranger, someone from the bustling city down below, who visited Eleagabal Kuperus in his castle.
The Frau, who surrounded by a heavy mist filled with mysterious voices, climbed up the large stairs one winter evening and slowly crossed the little space in front of the Cathedral, hesitated a moment in front of the door to the house in which Kuperus lived. Here on the top of the hill only a few little lights glowed, and one of them stood unmoving like a staring eye in the forehead of this house. Frau Swoboda, who had just came from out of the sanctuary of the Cathedral, saw, how a dark figure in front of the door of Kuperus reached to ring the bell, and with a shudder sent a short prayer for the salvation of this poor soul that was in the clutches of evil, and entrusted its soul to heaven. As she rounded the corner of the alley, she heard the shriek of the bell, and freezing, yet happy in the kindness of God’s grace, wrapped herself more tightly in her large shawl.
****
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Sunday, February 18, 2018
It's About MInd Control Stupid!
This is a quote from Neo Tech III by deceased author Frank Wallace.
[He was killed by a hit and run vehicle]
"1. First man is made to feel guilty. He is condemned for having lost his "innocence" by inventing consciousness. He is condemned for exchanging his automatic, bicameral life for a volitional, conscious life... condemned for exchanging his nature-given bicameral mind for a superior, man-invented conscious mind.
2. Then man is offered automatic solutions to problems and guidance through life into an "effortless" Garden Of Eden or a utopian hereafter if he exchanges his own invented consciousness for faith in external "authority" - bicameral faith in some leader, doctrine, or god. He is offered the "reward" of escaping the self-responsibility to make one's own decisions and to guide one's own life. But for that "reward", he must renounce his own mind to follow someone else's mind or wishes disguised as the "truth" promulgated by some external "authority" or higher power.
But in reality, no valid external "authority" or higher power can exist or ever has existed. Valid authority evolves only from one's own independent, conscious mode of thinking. When that fact is fully realized, man will emerge completely from his bicameral past and move into a future that accepts individual consciousness as the only authority. ...Man will then fully evolve into a prosperous, happy individual who has assumed full responsibility for his own thinking and life.
Still, the resistance to self-responsibility is formidable. The bicameral mentality grips those seeking mysticism or other "authorities" for guidance. Those who accept external "authority" allow government officials, religious leaders, faith, homilies, clichés, one-liners, slogans, the familiar, habits, and feelings to guide their actions. Neo-Tech II demonstrates how throughout history billions of people unnecessarily submit through their bicameral tendencies to the illusionary, external "authorities" of government and religion. And that submission is always done at a net loss to everyone's well being and happiness."
[He was killed by a hit and run vehicle]
"1. First man is made to feel guilty. He is condemned for having lost his "innocence" by inventing consciousness. He is condemned for exchanging his automatic, bicameral life for a volitional, conscious life... condemned for exchanging his nature-given bicameral mind for a superior, man-invented conscious mind.
2. Then man is offered automatic solutions to problems and guidance through life into an "effortless" Garden Of Eden or a utopian hereafter if he exchanges his own invented consciousness for faith in external "authority" - bicameral faith in some leader, doctrine, or god. He is offered the "reward" of escaping the self-responsibility to make one's own decisions and to guide one's own life. But for that "reward", he must renounce his own mind to follow someone else's mind or wishes disguised as the "truth" promulgated by some external "authority" or higher power.
But in reality, no valid external "authority" or higher power can exist or ever has existed. Valid authority evolves only from one's own independent, conscious mode of thinking. When that fact is fully realized, man will emerge completely from his bicameral past and move into a future that accepts individual consciousness as the only authority. ...Man will then fully evolve into a prosperous, happy individual who has assumed full responsibility for his own thinking and life.
Still, the resistance to self-responsibility is formidable. The bicameral mentality grips those seeking mysticism or other "authorities" for guidance. Those who accept external "authority" allow government officials, religious leaders, faith, homilies, clichés, one-liners, slogans, the familiar, habits, and feelings to guide their actions. Neo-Tech II demonstrates how throughout history billions of people unnecessarily submit through their bicameral tendencies to the illusionary, external "authorities" of government and religion. And that submission is always done at a net loss to everyone's well being and happiness."
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Gaia Ascension Update Currency Reval
I'm gradually getting my head around some of these things that are now playing out in our world and how we are continuously being asked to look in the wrong direction! So here is my take on the ascension energies and what we can expect in the coming months leading up to the mid term elections.
The first thing is to recognize that the large goal is globalism run by the elite and powerful. But there is a problem with globalism. It's dead! There is a growing recognition that the United States is becoming more nationalistic under President Trump and that trend will continue as conditions for most Americans continue to increase and become better. The Democratic party has some serious problems with the Russian Collusion narrative and they are broke. We are already seeing the narrative change.
So what is the new plan? Have the radical left continue to distract Americans from the most important goal, the globalization of a one world currency, the establishment of Bit Coin as the global currency! Problem is that Bit Coin has some serious problems. The international bankers are becoming insolvent and if they don't act now they will lose their chance even though there are risks. Expect this to happen sometime between now and mid summer to set things up for the coming midterm elections.
We've been hearing about a new monetary system for years now in the ascension community, but this global crypto currency has been heralded as a good thing and not the master work of the powers that were! News flash for those that might have been sleeping. The energies of the new earth and the new age support individualism and not globalism!
So here is the scenario as I understand it. The Powers That Were are going to trigger a global collapse of the world's banking system in the hopes of implementing Bit Coin as a global currency. This financial collapse will wipe out individual pensions and personal savings because under law banks will pay off other banks they borrowed from before they pay off individuals and they will run out of money! This is designed as the first step in crippling individuals by wiping out their savings and putting the power back in the hands of the elite. A recent article I read stated that Deutsche Bank is insolvent right now. It's only a matter of time. This collapse will cause the money to remain in the hands of the elite so that Bit Coin can be implemented as a global currency.
Problem is that is not going to work! When the global economy collapses President Trump will do his America first thing and repudiate the national debt, something that should have happened years ago. With the America First strategies now in place the United States economy will be able to readjust to self sustaining since it won't have to make heavy interest payments to the international bankers. It means the United States will isolate, but we are strong enough and independent enough to isolate and recover.
Without a national debt the United States will be free to create its own new currency, possibly a crypto currency of its own creation and eliminate taxes through simple charges on money transfers. Remember, the cost of things will be much, much less because of repudiating the national debt. This America first strategy will force other world countries to do the same thing to survive. This is the opposite of a global currency where each country will create its own and begin from scratch. This will be the beginning of prosperous nation states.
What we are talking about is the total collapse of the international bankers and elite and their power over global economies! This is the final drama to be enacted in Gaia's ascension scenario. I'm pretty sure that President Trump is already making plans for all of this.
In the meantime we get to see just how criminal and corrupt the Swamp really is! These things have already happened in the astral and are only now beginning to manifest in the physical. Good times ahead! Keep centered in the heart and believe in humanity!
The first thing is to recognize that the large goal is globalism run by the elite and powerful. But there is a problem with globalism. It's dead! There is a growing recognition that the United States is becoming more nationalistic under President Trump and that trend will continue as conditions for most Americans continue to increase and become better. The Democratic party has some serious problems with the Russian Collusion narrative and they are broke. We are already seeing the narrative change.
So what is the new plan? Have the radical left continue to distract Americans from the most important goal, the globalization of a one world currency, the establishment of Bit Coin as the global currency! Problem is that Bit Coin has some serious problems. The international bankers are becoming insolvent and if they don't act now they will lose their chance even though there are risks. Expect this to happen sometime between now and mid summer to set things up for the coming midterm elections.
We've been hearing about a new monetary system for years now in the ascension community, but this global crypto currency has been heralded as a good thing and not the master work of the powers that were! News flash for those that might have been sleeping. The energies of the new earth and the new age support individualism and not globalism!
So here is the scenario as I understand it. The Powers That Were are going to trigger a global collapse of the world's banking system in the hopes of implementing Bit Coin as a global currency. This financial collapse will wipe out individual pensions and personal savings because under law banks will pay off other banks they borrowed from before they pay off individuals and they will run out of money! This is designed as the first step in crippling individuals by wiping out their savings and putting the power back in the hands of the elite. A recent article I read stated that Deutsche Bank is insolvent right now. It's only a matter of time. This collapse will cause the money to remain in the hands of the elite so that Bit Coin can be implemented as a global currency.
Problem is that is not going to work! When the global economy collapses President Trump will do his America first thing and repudiate the national debt, something that should have happened years ago. With the America First strategies now in place the United States economy will be able to readjust to self sustaining since it won't have to make heavy interest payments to the international bankers. It means the United States will isolate, but we are strong enough and independent enough to isolate and recover.
Without a national debt the United States will be free to create its own new currency, possibly a crypto currency of its own creation and eliminate taxes through simple charges on money transfers. Remember, the cost of things will be much, much less because of repudiating the national debt. This America first strategy will force other world countries to do the same thing to survive. This is the opposite of a global currency where each country will create its own and begin from scratch. This will be the beginning of prosperous nation states.
What we are talking about is the total collapse of the international bankers and elite and their power over global economies! This is the final drama to be enacted in Gaia's ascension scenario. I'm pretty sure that President Trump is already making plans for all of this.
In the meantime we get to see just how criminal and corrupt the Swamp really is! These things have already happened in the astral and are only now beginning to manifest in the physical. Good times ahead! Keep centered in the heart and believe in humanity!
Thursday, February 8, 2018
Gaia Ascension Update The Bit Coin Deception
Gaia's ascension movement has reached the physical realms and is currently affecting global physical events. Remember that Gaia's ascension is based upon a common collective agreement of humanity. God help us!
I don't even care if people believe me anymore. I'm just trying to report what I sense and feel is going on within the astral planes as Gaia's ascension continues to unfold. I'm not politically correct and never have been! What ever I share, take it or leave it.
I've been doing a lot of research on the internet these days trying to keep up with things and then investigating them in the astral to get a feel for the energies behind the scenes so to speak. My conclusion is that the Bit Coin Deception is the final battle between the forces of good and evil.
The forces of NWO Globalism and the big international bankers have been thwarted in their plans of bringing down the government of the United States of America. But they are desperately hanging on and trying to slow things down until they can enact their ultimate scenario, Bit Coin as the global digital currency controlled by the same international bankers!
This Bit Coin deception has been largely unrecognized and you see many patriotic and truth websites calling for investment in Bit Coin! The Bit Coin deception has infiltrated the truther movement as well as the globalist movement! This is the secret ace in the hole that The Powers That Were are now trying to play to save some portion of their former power and glory.
They don't realize it yet but their plans are doomed to fail, largely because of their own doing. I don't need to be psychic to say this. I'm just being objective, an art that seems to be lost in these days of mass insanity. You can't establish a digital global currency that runs on computers which can be hacked by the CIA, NSA, FBI or simple hackers that have stolen the hacking tools of these agencies! It just doesn't work! All the new Intel chips have been compromised and hard wired with back doors so these intel agencies can have unauthorized access.
To have a digital currency you need computers that can't be hacked! They don't exist yet, but someday maybe they will. In the meantime the Powers That Were are desperately trying to float this idea of Bit Coin and this my friends is the final battle. I expect Bit Coin to go down for good by the spring equinox next month.
It is so sad to say this but Gaia's ascension has come down to the battle over money! We are so much more than this! Follow your heart and dream big because we need dreamers these days!
I don't even care if people believe me anymore. I'm just trying to report what I sense and feel is going on within the astral planes as Gaia's ascension continues to unfold. I'm not politically correct and never have been! What ever I share, take it or leave it.
I've been doing a lot of research on the internet these days trying to keep up with things and then investigating them in the astral to get a feel for the energies behind the scenes so to speak. My conclusion is that the Bit Coin Deception is the final battle between the forces of good and evil.
The forces of NWO Globalism and the big international bankers have been thwarted in their plans of bringing down the government of the United States of America. But they are desperately hanging on and trying to slow things down until they can enact their ultimate scenario, Bit Coin as the global digital currency controlled by the same international bankers!
This Bit Coin deception has been largely unrecognized and you see many patriotic and truth websites calling for investment in Bit Coin! The Bit Coin deception has infiltrated the truther movement as well as the globalist movement! This is the secret ace in the hole that The Powers That Were are now trying to play to save some portion of their former power and glory.
They don't realize it yet but their plans are doomed to fail, largely because of their own doing. I don't need to be psychic to say this. I'm just being objective, an art that seems to be lost in these days of mass insanity. You can't establish a digital global currency that runs on computers which can be hacked by the CIA, NSA, FBI or simple hackers that have stolen the hacking tools of these agencies! It just doesn't work! All the new Intel chips have been compromised and hard wired with back doors so these intel agencies can have unauthorized access.
To have a digital currency you need computers that can't be hacked! They don't exist yet, but someday maybe they will. In the meantime the Powers That Were are desperately trying to float this idea of Bit Coin and this my friends is the final battle. I expect Bit Coin to go down for good by the spring equinox next month.
It is so sad to say this but Gaia's ascension has come down to the battle over money! We are so much more than this! Follow your heart and dream big because we need dreamers these days!
Sunday, February 4, 2018
Gaia Ascension Update Super Bowl Sunday
I was hoping to do a video but I just don't have the energy for it. Still there are important happenings that I feel should be addressed and recognized this past few weeks. This pertains directly to Gaia's ascension and how we experience it as we make our global shift from 3D to 4D or the world of fairy and of magic.
Again I need to share that Gaia has already ascended well into the highest levels along with those able to ascend with her and she did this back in December of 2012. But she has chosen to return back down to 4th density to assure that all life forms upon her will have the ability to ascend with her if that is their choice. Many of us have also ascended and come back to ensure that no one gets left behind.
The entire scenario of Gaia ascending from 3D, skipping 4D and going straight to 5D was the ploy of The Powers That Were, those that hoped to enslave the human race once more and keep it enslaved through another great cycle. 5D is of the mind and 4D is of the heart. Gaia's ascension is of the heart! It is by listening to the still small voice of the Christ spirit within our hearts and the voice of our conscience that we ascend. It is not through the wisdom of science and technology pursued by the Archons. Our global ascension is an ascension of love for all living things! Let us never forget!
Our global ascension is about collectively embracing prosperity, and reaching out to each other. It is not and can never be about control. It is about freedom!
I've mentioned in previous posts that the polarized conflict will continue within our society until the spring equinox in March, but it is obvious which side is winning! The side of prosperity and love is winning! The side of hope and humanity is winning!
During the State Of The Union speech the Democrats couldn't even applaud in recognition that the unemployment rate for Blacks and Latino's is the lowest it has ever been! They couldn't recognize the importance of standing for the national anthem! It became painfully obvious that they wanted the United States to fail so that it could be replaced with a global high tech government run by elites! It became obvious that what they wanted was not prosperity, but control of the American people.
My body has felt this conflict for the past three weeks. It has felt this stress in a way that presented as cold or flu like symptoms, ascension symptoms! My sinuses were so painful that I struggled with blood clots and I'm on blood thinners. But I remain convinced that it was the stress of the conflicting energies and not true illness. I lost two days of work a week apart from each other, Friday's where I was so sick I couldn't work. I couldn't even post on the internet.
That all went away when the House Intel Memo went public! At the same time a major conflict at work erupted and caused a major restructuring of my work space, much for the better! What I'm saying is that in my personal life things are beginning to get better and better! Last week someone actually showed up at my local ascension meetup group and we had a good conversation!
Prosperity is 4D and it is magical! For those ascending the physical is finally beginning to respond to our creative desires! It is happening slowly, but it is happening and there is nothing that can stop it because the change is already reflected in the higher levels of the astral planes.
Our magic is in the process of unfolding so use it! Embrace the prosperity as it shows up, even if it might not be as much as you hoped for. Things will continue to get better as our physical world (4D) becomes more responsive to us and to our intentions.
Understand that the ascension energy is going to be working locally now and not as globally. The new born energies of spring are now entering into our bones and into our new 4D earth. These energies are bringing us life and vitality, especially those of us that have chosen to live here in these physical bodies for a few more years before dropping them as so many others are now beginning to do.
Those that are not in harmony with these new energies of love and of the heart will be brought down and taken out of this world! We have chosen this world to be a Garden of Eden and not a hell! Watch in wonder as the high and mighty are brought down by the weight of their own evil deeds! Recognize how much we have been lied to!
Give thanks that we have been spared what could have so easily have happened! Recognize what we have so narrowly escaped and rejoice in our freedom!
Again I need to share that Gaia has already ascended well into the highest levels along with those able to ascend with her and she did this back in December of 2012. But she has chosen to return back down to 4th density to assure that all life forms upon her will have the ability to ascend with her if that is their choice. Many of us have also ascended and come back to ensure that no one gets left behind.
The entire scenario of Gaia ascending from 3D, skipping 4D and going straight to 5D was the ploy of The Powers That Were, those that hoped to enslave the human race once more and keep it enslaved through another great cycle. 5D is of the mind and 4D is of the heart. Gaia's ascension is of the heart! It is by listening to the still small voice of the Christ spirit within our hearts and the voice of our conscience that we ascend. It is not through the wisdom of science and technology pursued by the Archons. Our global ascension is an ascension of love for all living things! Let us never forget!
Our global ascension is about collectively embracing prosperity, and reaching out to each other. It is not and can never be about control. It is about freedom!
I've mentioned in previous posts that the polarized conflict will continue within our society until the spring equinox in March, but it is obvious which side is winning! The side of prosperity and love is winning! The side of hope and humanity is winning!
During the State Of The Union speech the Democrats couldn't even applaud in recognition that the unemployment rate for Blacks and Latino's is the lowest it has ever been! They couldn't recognize the importance of standing for the national anthem! It became painfully obvious that they wanted the United States to fail so that it could be replaced with a global high tech government run by elites! It became obvious that what they wanted was not prosperity, but control of the American people.
My body has felt this conflict for the past three weeks. It has felt this stress in a way that presented as cold or flu like symptoms, ascension symptoms! My sinuses were so painful that I struggled with blood clots and I'm on blood thinners. But I remain convinced that it was the stress of the conflicting energies and not true illness. I lost two days of work a week apart from each other, Friday's where I was so sick I couldn't work. I couldn't even post on the internet.
That all went away when the House Intel Memo went public! At the same time a major conflict at work erupted and caused a major restructuring of my work space, much for the better! What I'm saying is that in my personal life things are beginning to get better and better! Last week someone actually showed up at my local ascension meetup group and we had a good conversation!
Prosperity is 4D and it is magical! For those ascending the physical is finally beginning to respond to our creative desires! It is happening slowly, but it is happening and there is nothing that can stop it because the change is already reflected in the higher levels of the astral planes.
Our magic is in the process of unfolding so use it! Embrace the prosperity as it shows up, even if it might not be as much as you hoped for. Things will continue to get better as our physical world (4D) becomes more responsive to us and to our intentions.
Understand that the ascension energy is going to be working locally now and not as globally. The new born energies of spring are now entering into our bones and into our new 4D earth. These energies are bringing us life and vitality, especially those of us that have chosen to live here in these physical bodies for a few more years before dropping them as so many others are now beginning to do.
Those that are not in harmony with these new energies of love and of the heart will be brought down and taken out of this world! We have chosen this world to be a Garden of Eden and not a hell! Watch in wonder as the high and mighty are brought down by the weight of their own evil deeds! Recognize how much we have been lied to!
Give thanks that we have been spared what could have so easily have happened! Recognize what we have so narrowly escaped and rejoice in our freedom!
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