The day after Kyushu split in half, I found myself outside the post office in Honshu. The quakes continued. People were lined up inside the post office to send care packages to survivors in Kyushu. The hour grew late, and so I stood outside to get some fresh air. There in the low cloud before me emerging through the mist was a lantern like craft or orb, and of red hues of light. It was wavering in and out of the visual spectrum, and after a time disappeared. It was so close that I felt the presence of it distinctly before it completely vanished. I told no one, as most people were probably awed enough by the fact that Kyushu had split after the quake. The appearance of these crafts or phenomena have continued in many of the lands where I stood in the presence of great events. And I have seen the space rock fly between the earth and the moon, as these images were shown to me. I wonder when they will come...
One of the most accomplished magicians of our times. These are the journals of my alter ego, Vrilock.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Human Resonance and Society
There was a time some years back when things nearly fell into chaos. I was in Asia at the time, and found myself tweeting about Bel in ancient times in Ireland. My point had been that Thomas Darcy had wrote a serious volume on the ancient land of Erin, from its earliest times to the emancipation of the Catholics. Well, I dived into the fact that there was no mention of the christians having sealed or burned down the grottoes of the druids. Thus, the portal to Bel remains to date. Shortly after tweeting this, a news article circulated, stating that the portal to Ba'al was planned for construction in every major city in the world, starting with New York.
This series of coincidences has never quite ended for this of my kind. In fact, the land upon which I stood at that time was then hit by torrential rains, and 31 landslides took the region overnight. Only a ring of clearing held back further damages. I looked out upon homes splintered over the streets. I watched high school girls march in uniforms, clad in rubber boots and hefting shovels go up the mountain, and some of these students were fated to fall down into the mud, and were lost deep down under the debris. It would seem that while the powers that be were perhaps busy (or playing golf), the common folks gathered themselves to dig out their communities.
I found myself kneeling, and rose again to try holding back the devastating force. But, in this force I detected the presence of oppression. My rod flung from my hand as a ripple of oppressive force trembled down my nerves. It was at this time that I recalled my connection to something greater than myself, something from childhood memory buried under the false pretenses of what I was taught in school. And, so I called upon this memory to rise up, and to help resist the forces of oppression. Then, I perceived what was like a halo holding back black clouds, and the red lightning (which struck repeatedly in the same spot of the mountain) ceased its cacophony. A spirit of darkness receded. Or so it felt as such. For many days I worked diligently to help shield against the next coming downpour, and with some effectiveness the cosmos lent its good graces to the lands.
Never before had I seen such noble people come to the rescue of their own. I reflected, and I thought that maybe some of this nobility reemerge in my own nation. For, certainly darkness has long held my own lands in its oppressive grip for some time (Often, this sinister force enters society through schools and other powerful houses of influence).
I have said before that humans are mobile portals. That is, the salt in our blood is a Crystal of frequency depending upon the life lived by the person. That our energy centers particularly the heart, resonates with greater forces in the cosmos. The ancients illustrated the importance of this in enigmatic drawings on the walls of the pyramids, having Anubis weight the hearts of the denizens of the underworld, and in other religions we see similar clues to our true nature and spirit-physiological model.
It becomes clear to us why there has always been a vested interest in lulling the masses into a stupor, and often establishing a false sense of unity to something diabolical. If we are caretakers of earth, then we are endorsed by God or the gods that be, to hold those diabolical creatures of the abyss in lock and key. For these beings must never be unleashed upon the world, as human kind is not made to live among them, nor is the place of their imprisonment suitable to the human spirit, which the human spirit is served best by a recognition of its relationship to higher and more vibrant intelligence, that of the gods or the sons of the gods, and of our allegiance to our cosmic Father, who's name we praise, and His will we know in our hearts better than we do in our minds.
To better understand ourselves we must recognize that we are not merely intellectually smart creatures. The brain is only one component of our vibrant being. The heart produces a significantly great electric field, and so, too, does the nexus of nerves in our solar plexus center of the body. In essence, we are smart all over our bodies. Like a computer connected to the internet, our bodies being omniscient to all other cells within the said system, are eternally interactive frequency changers. Thus, our behavior, our habits, and outlook on the world, is more meaningful than we are often aware.
Furthermore, much of what we tend to think is true is merely confusion. For we cannot fully comprehend all things of the word from merely the intellectual organ, when there are myriad other faculties within us; whether we consider the complexity of nerve nexuses, fingerprints, DNA, or the make-up of our electrical fields in relationship to the earth--and by extension to the stars in the cosmos. None of this is mere coincidence. Truth is that we are part of a greater whole, a wondrous cosmic awareness from which we are born into the world as infants, and must then rise to look out upon the vastness from whence we came.
Perhaps we could use a little relaxation now and then between these stretches of madness. Here, then, is a nice album for doing such... Orion.
This series of coincidences has never quite ended for this of my kind. In fact, the land upon which I stood at that time was then hit by torrential rains, and 31 landslides took the region overnight. Only a ring of clearing held back further damages. I looked out upon homes splintered over the streets. I watched high school girls march in uniforms, clad in rubber boots and hefting shovels go up the mountain, and some of these students were fated to fall down into the mud, and were lost deep down under the debris. It would seem that while the powers that be were perhaps busy (or playing golf), the common folks gathered themselves to dig out their communities.
I found myself kneeling, and rose again to try holding back the devastating force. But, in this force I detected the presence of oppression. My rod flung from my hand as a ripple of oppressive force trembled down my nerves. It was at this time that I recalled my connection to something greater than myself, something from childhood memory buried under the false pretenses of what I was taught in school. And, so I called upon this memory to rise up, and to help resist the forces of oppression. Then, I perceived what was like a halo holding back black clouds, and the red lightning (which struck repeatedly in the same spot of the mountain) ceased its cacophony. A spirit of darkness receded. Or so it felt as such. For many days I worked diligently to help shield against the next coming downpour, and with some effectiveness the cosmos lent its good graces to the lands.
Never before had I seen such noble people come to the rescue of their own. I reflected, and I thought that maybe some of this nobility reemerge in my own nation. For, certainly darkness has long held my own lands in its oppressive grip for some time (Often, this sinister force enters society through schools and other powerful houses of influence).
I have said before that humans are mobile portals. That is, the salt in our blood is a Crystal of frequency depending upon the life lived by the person. That our energy centers particularly the heart, resonates with greater forces in the cosmos. The ancients illustrated the importance of this in enigmatic drawings on the walls of the pyramids, having Anubis weight the hearts of the denizens of the underworld, and in other religions we see similar clues to our true nature and spirit-physiological model.
It becomes clear to us why there has always been a vested interest in lulling the masses into a stupor, and often establishing a false sense of unity to something diabolical. If we are caretakers of earth, then we are endorsed by God or the gods that be, to hold those diabolical creatures of the abyss in lock and key. For these beings must never be unleashed upon the world, as human kind is not made to live among them, nor is the place of their imprisonment suitable to the human spirit, which the human spirit is served best by a recognition of its relationship to higher and more vibrant intelligence, that of the gods or the sons of the gods, and of our allegiance to our cosmic Father, who's name we praise, and His will we know in our hearts better than we do in our minds.
To better understand ourselves we must recognize that we are not merely intellectually smart creatures. The brain is only one component of our vibrant being. The heart produces a significantly great electric field, and so, too, does the nexus of nerves in our solar plexus center of the body. In essence, we are smart all over our bodies. Like a computer connected to the internet, our bodies being omniscient to all other cells within the said system, are eternally interactive frequency changers. Thus, our behavior, our habits, and outlook on the world, is more meaningful than we are often aware.
Furthermore, much of what we tend to think is true is merely confusion. For we cannot fully comprehend all things of the word from merely the intellectual organ, when there are myriad other faculties within us; whether we consider the complexity of nerve nexuses, fingerprints, DNA, or the make-up of our electrical fields in relationship to the earth--and by extension to the stars in the cosmos. None of this is mere coincidence. Truth is that we are part of a greater whole, a wondrous cosmic awareness from which we are born into the world as infants, and must then rise to look out upon the vastness from whence we came.
Perhaps we could use a little relaxation now and then between these stretches of madness. Here, then, is a nice album for doing such... Orion.
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