Of Crowns and Thorns

Of Crowns and Thorns

By J.M. VonKotterhausen

This project is an open and objective as possible look at some of the abstract meanings and practical information gathered from the latest venture into meditative states and resulting heightened awareness achieved that points to current events worldwide, and notable impact from the individual to collective involvement. The methods in use are a culmination of practices and initiations ranging from, and unifying to a single affect, the approaches of the scientific, mystical, therapeutically creative arts including sacred geometry, and purely intuitive phenomena known or unknown at times by some and others many as our collective subconscious; the sphere of knowledge conferring to the human psyche at large.

The reaches of consequences are all inclusive and not exclusive or only poignant to esoteric community.

This whole thing started, at the manifesting stage, in Mumbai, India.

At least, for my part…

Create a space, a room in your head (a temporary zone is fine) of a place and time where the possibility of angels or any other definable ultra powerful being presides over a region. And, with enough poking and prodding of the subject, that possibility ends up becoming definite interaction. Sure, to believe or even entertain curiosity might be enough for some, and they might be swept up in some stance of romantic faith of a thing that may one day be witnessed. Like kindling on a spark, a good turn of events might be deemed as miraculous or a split second “divine intervention” switch flip.

Yet, for my part, where what I’m writing about now really began; belief or faith in some far away divine form was blown sky high out of the water to full scale interaction over a prolonged period of seasons. Though, I’m no stranger by any means to a weird life beyond the conventional ways of the everyday mould and this wasn’t my first walk out the door, there is no way to properly expect for the specific paths of escalation.

To be better prepared it might be better to have fewer expectations. Let’s say it was the level of involvement and relevant findings that made the series of Enochian Skryings in combination with the ‘points chauds’ stand as surpassing any prior level of activity through the veil that I’m able to recall. In receiving a number of the ‘hot points’ of the Memphis-Misraim system of knowledge, sometime between the second and third Parts of the Earth, what might be thought of as a walk turning weary was lift-boost revitalized and relocated to the throbbing pulse of the stars converging of their lights to weave through the subtle fabric of my own heart as the breathing beat of Living Earth.

So many “parallels” had gone from side by (or separate from) side incidentally hidden truths to readily available tangibles, instantly accessible means to transform the positions and perceptions one may be disposed to in life, whether by genetic or karmic fates. Not to make myself into a poster boy or spokesman; this is well removed from anything like a product to be peddled, both in essence as well as the motions of those exploring to better themselves, improve the world or both using any method of powerful activation. What I will do is record my experience as to how this played in to every little thing that plays out in uniquely visible ways. I will tell any person in honesty that with hard work and a willingness to push oneself to greatness, undivided from connections and the nature of all successful beings to gravitate to interconnected life supporting systems…that is to say free from spurning illusions fanned by egotism of the “great I am”, then in Memphis-Misraim and the following visionary artworks and experiences, any of you out there diligent in seeking paths to knowledge, resources of light, and ways of wisdom will doubtlessly see they have a powerful ally in the field.

It’s in that spirit I’m sharing the following project that was constructed over the course of the later past several months going into this year.

Being primarily thought of as an artist or visual engineer, with exorcizes and endoskeletons that tend to be shaped by global-to-cosmic resources, an eyepiece might best be put forward as the first footstep.

Then, we’ll branch out and play the sphere in the air of its axis:

Looking at this is a part of why the nodes that surround the eyes were administered first, and some of the effects. Most notable in retrospect to the body of work is the increase in abilities with light – Pure Light, as the constant of the medium, with everything else working from and being structured around this type of center. From the core of the constant, pure potentiality might be thought of as rays of the sun or wavelengths of stars brought near and gathered, information filtered from these nodal points. So, any given singular or series of activated, reminds me of a leaf or branch on a tree. They all soak up the rays of illumination from one star or constellation in alignment for the sake of the tree’s growth. The information is interpreted as the continuation of life from energy sources – from the canopy of leaves on down to the roots, themselves reflecting the behavior in stretching down through the earth for water and food.

Now, bringing to mind the tendency of nature as expressing through fractals, and including the very fractal nature of light in its own limitless language, while each healthy leaf and root bears essentially the same function, no two are alike. Just as people are this way as well, we may choose to think of the “points chauds” in at least a similar and connected way. To describe them as succinctly as possible, the system is organic through our bodies, miniature star gates in a pattern overlapping our Tree like leaves reflective of stars. We may see a green canopy if we look at a group of trees in 3 of 4 seasons. From the perspective of the trees, one may end up trading a green sight for the knowledge of space dancing on a breeze, connected to your many limbs – swaying and speaking enlightenment of alignments, that all these in conversation do not ever cease in connection.

And no, they don’t fall off in winter!

From the last project, this is an incredible zoom on one moment; ‘Cathedral X Tree’.

In a detail study, in the forehead of one of the golden apple skulls, a seed-like mound is opening with a structure emerging.

A bird is perched on the device, the device itself actual linguistics of teleportation, and interpreted as a portal of stellar alignments.

Made organic through our bodies, the words that stand out most of all are Communication and Transformation.

Boughs and roots entwining in Light…

As you may have been able to guess, this tiniest of details played out the most significantly in times to come throughout the project –

Moving on:

Crisis in Bombay

Up until this moment, the meditations had been a lot like the ones you first saw…

It is still gut wrenching, though I won’t pretend to have felt the full-on pain and gone through such loss as those who were there, or were families and friends of those who were lost in the devastation that occurred. This leaked into my field of vision, during the course of toward the middle to end of the attacks. This is uniquely witnessing the events that took place and documenting in a different way than usually accustomed to video footage, pictures or sound bytes. Rather than a window or well screened safety point to view and comment on, any individual opinion from a comfy couch of reasonably easy empathy was a rattled cage of involvement. Directly in the essence of a disjointed high traffic area, open channels granted to this type of hectic, misaligned composure.

A reason the exact terms are used for this is they best suit what was happening…

The first working is asymmetrical; it has the flow and structure of a tree or also the patterns of a breeze or water winding its way through a stony creek. This period of traumatic crisis has a certain balanced structure, albeit violently chaotic and raw. Both are examples of chaos, and structure…and finally, both are informational variants gathered at the nodes of interpreting climate conditions and life expectancy. The goal here is not to drive hope out of any person. The intention is not tied to any ominous warning or prophecy that I or any of my collaborators could muster up that would be some new surprise finding or original tale of impending doom that would aid in ‘straightening out society’. Yet, here is a moment of honesty in the grand body of work that does have strong implications in a powerful message that does carry hope and is resonant of truthful power at the individual and collective levels.

Underworld Entrance Portal

Looking up and down this, an offered impression is that of a silhouetted gravestone, a dark bird with wings stretched over the top, and a bouquet in the snow on bottom, a green mound like an opening seed. In familiarity of the Egyptian Soul; this can be viewed as the collective Ba journeying through the Shadowlands to rejoin the life force in Light. Here, the underworld is thought of as a vault, not hell or a place of suffering. Eventually, we come to resting at the core of who we’ve made ourselves to be of our perceptions in the world. The center is a node reflecting the unmade nature of the universe, as mind of Pure Light - the pulse of blissful union.

Saying collective Ba is a lot like saying the time and place of Atman Brahmin convergence, they’re one in life and death; in this phase they’re not a green canopy or any certain tree. Now they are faceless to any differences but your conception of self among the mirrors of samsara. If the seed opens through the recollection and fractal unfolding to the nature of mind, we are constant and steadily growing formlessly, accepting reunification of our countless expressions in a ceaseless circumference of radiance.

This is written, not to attempt to teach at anything I think is new or unknown, nor to spread any gospel for karmic belt notches. It’s being written as I journey alongside, how I recall what works in thought or speech. There really isn’t a place or time that I put down as ‘my say so’ as a final drop point. Rather, this is a continual transformative process, indifferent to much else than the true depictions of expressions beyond my individual preferences. While, there are some events that individuality is useful for and part of, furthering explorations of consciousness is less about denial or removal of patterns or habits to my liking, than understanding and make motions to working successfully in a fully integral environment – virtual to Void. I don’t “sort souls out” into the hand baskets I deem as most appropriate – catch my meaning?

So again, I’m recalling a real-time process and relaying these parts for my sake in the journey, way more and overshadowing than some thought that I’m going to reach inside any of you who are also in the turns of a constant creative process and in doing so somehow affect you toward any better way or series of behavioral patterns. Your looking at the hands on my watch, the ability to stay in your own time zone depends on your own desires and responses.

Switch Flip Split Second

Speaking of reaching inside and turning on…

In the design of this, a point of contemplation was the moment in a room when a light is turned on, instantaneously that room is filled with light. Placing focus at the position of being the bulb as well as the electric current, an idea is granted of the illumination bouncing around the room and the vibrations of that split second of filling out and echoing, interacting with the literal light body. Also here, the sight is an indication to the power of knowledge in unwavering sway and constant growth, of limbs rejoining the infinite, rather than staring into a light bulb. What good are the senses aborted from nonsense?

Clarity, as the infinite, is ever beyond the bounds of any recording – regardless of how seemingly vast and unfathomable. To me and some of us, it’s more human to naturally fathom the infinite and reside in bliss then to have the recorded vision or other sense of billions of stars or trillions of galaxies. So, all currents have place in light speed, however the sustaining current is the one independent of the lifespan of a bulb.

What could make you independent that is aborted of interdependent?

What could make you interconnected that is aborted of Love?

Light is not held to the speed of Truth, Truth is constant with an enlightened Mind, and any of us lasts only about as long as we will try to fathom the verse of our Oneness of Being. A light bulb in a house of mirrors is often the most disingenuous vehicle…

In contemplation of the images of cosmos and crisis:

The Inventor out to harness light or power, realizing the value of the creative solution and unlimited possibilities, is only as affective as his abilities with frequency. Resistance and fluidity become equal factors in and of Balance and Unbalance. At times, the path of less resistance will be in unbalanced activities. And yet, other times, great resistance is associated with balance. To be a naturally gifted inventor, the light bearer grants himself the wisdom to know when less or more resistance is necessary as his invention undoubtedly ends up displaying this person’s capabilities of maintaining charge of negative and positive factors to a single operation. Any of us is, I hope, more complex than our inventions, but we share the same operation, as everything invention is Mind…including the very ideas of fluidity from balance, or resistance from unbalance and vice versa. These are factors of light upon intersection, but not the whole complexity of a simple operation of the Inventor.

A.K.A. Light Bearer…

Favoring balance or unbalance, resistance or fluidity, the wave or particle is usually of the pattern of derision of atman and Brahmin away from each other, as bulb and current too coexist of either – How any of these pairings are both relevant yet illusory are lost from sight of what the inventor intends in a single function.

The greatest displays of power are elaborations of Bliss.

What is Bliss aborted from total awareness?

If an offer or proposition where given to the people of the civilized world that every molecule in their body could feel like sexual intercourse, at various manageable levels of intensity, but a condition is that they give up their cock or vagina* – you would find that most would be so hesitant of the slightest idea of that change that they would finally resolve to keep One or the Other separately and leave all the other molecules of their body dull and even jealous of their foreskin. If the proposition hit critical velocity, say…the speed of light, the whole planet would visibly endure recalling the very moment of stupidity where the brain separated from the all ways healing center of Mind where all the power points were constant…the tree was in its full glory among people, and things just worked.

In singularity we would be visiting the place in time where people began thinking with convoluted individual units as much or more than with the Universal Inventor’s Mind.

*bear in mind not by force or castration in this hypothetical situation, but as a mutative affect over the course of their own lifetime

Transitions of Power

The making of these were quite silent the whole way through. Outside of the dualistic container, the works here were both energetically charged and ‘humming’ of current, and yet like sacred passage to a lunar stillness, silvery moonlight on a pond poetically drives them. A ‘gothic lotus’, if you will; they each came to be known together as Midnight Neon Technical Process. Both congruent in a single destination, like a swinging pendant reaches two ends but from one chain. Any danger of a harsh sounding, hard wired activation was met with the great intuitive presence. So, these are “dark”, yes…but not they whole of dark initiatives severed play out alone caught up in a reflecting pool dream.

In “downtime” or where the spark seems at its inevitable doom and the Inventor is challenged, a single light bearer whose creative inspiration is touching its peak is bringing the best of their comprehension to a region where beings are in psychological states that need to be addressed. This place is reserved for the brightest to do the greatest things in, yet should identity go so far as the reflection, the definitions of successful growth can be confined to what collective voices of individuals locked in despair are trying to communicate. We are partners in the creation of our world - co-creators of all definitions upon the bridges and path workings to the expressionless and ageless clarity, single point of unity. The strength to persevere on these paths we choose and forge is that we are transitioning beings always becoming the quality of those changing and intersecting paths, roots and definitions.

For the strongest light bearers I’ve known, identity is not chained to a wall or reflective surface, and while more complex than our inventions of Mind, still tending to share the same operations…

X is the bardo X inhabits.

Transcendent of body in and of the World, so X the hub of intermediate, the between.

Different flags vibrate of pure clear light that is mind;

All souls in One Shining Liberation.

Knowledge, Light and Liberation is a tri-chord.

Bardo X sinks, in One the braid is leavened –

So goes the Soul and in the Spirit is the World.

One Soul retains and knows the many paths to Liberation…

To unretain Light or shine is to acquire knowledge in the natural mind,

The obstacles of self are removed from the paths of All Souls

And the Great Path of World Soul.

In recognition of this lesson

Every channel in X’ body is a manifested essence for those who are suffering to know the Way.

As a source of illumination, X manifests outwardly and is acquired inwardly.

As the 3^rd chord, One Soul of Humanity fully rejoining Spirit is intermediate and transcendent

At once in timeless unity…

Atman Ba – Brahmin Ka

Or “Individual power active as a Collective life force”

Looking to a previous incident, a sword had been handed to me, and I sought to change it to light fabric or prayer flags. The experience shifted then to me holding a person, and then stabbing myself in the back, the person was me of course. Sometimes a sword is meant to be a sword, and you were gifted a sword. Even so, through choice it can be a scalpel on the battlefield, stuck in the ground it’s an instrument to tell time by its shadow under the sun. Cutting layers of thick jungle to blaze a trail, slice through layers of fabric, or cut through the bullshit.

What sword of Truth? The instrumentation may diminish the inventor, although they’re connected. A creative spark whose essence is determined by the manifested result is bound to repeated failure – lesser radiantly transitioning than obsessed with its own unit. The locale of foreskin a tiresome routine maintenance while any process of engaging the tri-chord steadily becomes a dried up affair, X sinking away at the fascination of a self constructed endless bulb corridor. In general, failure embodied is divided from within before a blade ever touches the surface. The successful ones seem to carry on even if the result ends up piercing their protective armor/skin.

Integral, integrity - and the strength of persevering beyond the circumference of visible safety parameters.

The exercise above is clearly a powerful type of omen, a thing noticed foremost in participating was the inverted Ω – omega, with less than the happiest faces expressing themselves opposite side from either end in the alphabetical character. At the bottom is a cube with a divided face repeated, and much of it was like the dissolving of the sugar skull I’d made a while back.

Those passed and those about to were telling me something. In this working, Crisis would not only be felt again, but made visible.

Much as it had before…

I’d written some friends about the Mumbai attacks, and the following in Iraq – what struck me the most was the severity and in particular, civilian casualties that accompanied each strike. This Crisis, like a breathing storm or any other force of nature is a collection of living ideas, balanced malevolently and maligned in its own type of perfect structure.

It was, and apparently still is, an entity not local to any individual or group living or dying by the sword.

It’s a spirit, of its own inventive design.

Not vengeful spirits of the passed, nor ghede.

What a person can witness of the lwa presiding between life and death in these images aided in the long winded task of the tracking, defining, recording and assisting the victims of this ‘perfect storm’ gaining momentum – fueling its velocity of loss and claiming its right as decisive power over the struggles of humanity.

So now, in realisation that there is a creative solution to every problem, I would be granted certain motions through its Body while remaining (relatively) unscathed. And now, I consider those of all walks of life who are Universal Inventive Minds to be healers, representations of Great Spirit.

That is, able to stand before those entities who would rob and decieve the citizens of Earth of their powerful role in the shaping of all these constructs we project into our global circumference.

Visually, there is a representation of the facial alignments or the ‘stacking of the Devil Totem’, a reference point of the essence. However, what the visuals fortunately can’t do is take you into the actual heart of the Crisis, the high traffic trauma of its own pulsations. What I speak off reaches beyond yours or my empathy. Though starting from scratch on the meditation and entrance portal, I would find the result leading in metaphysical name and whereabouts to the same one in the Bombay Crisis…heading nearly unchecked to Israel and the Gaza strip.

So, Crisis in Bombay becomes Curse of the Thorn.

Also, having much wider implications than any one centralized incident…

Curse of the Thorn

There’s a desire and arising need in any of these to not be shaped by them, any might amount to a pitfall, but especially with working through something like this. A human response is to wonder the act is having a hand in power over it, or if it is being given rise to – naming something already in process or evoking a sinister shadow to act of individual desires. There is a gap where no one can really picture you means, ends or intentions. Could this work ever be recognized…or is part this creative mind like the galaxies, always expanding further apart and drifting away from each other, until another collision elsewhere?

How does the Universal Heart maintain joy in the face of such Great Conflict?

Perhaps it is the will tethered to ego that seeks to sort these different possibilities or actions and compartmentalize them to attempt management – often being in a trance during, these questions tend to present themselves only after, in exploration of a result. It was in dealings with the Curse of the Thorn that a previous ancestral gift was remembered – to be gifted back:

I’ve heard tale of the Wolf,

In the first days of life inhabiting all corners of Earth, did not eat meat.

He became a carnivore when a thorn lodged into his paw.

Other animals were laughing that he walked with a wobble.

Wolf didn’t mind the jokes, being strong of heart and mind, and not petty.

However, that coupled with the pain began working on his temper.

He went to the Great Spirit for help.

His teeth were made long and he began to kill and eat the others that had been relentless toward his situation.

As a trickster nature of the creative side of Great Spirit, Wolf’s teeth were made long and thorn like.

Yet it wasn’t done of meanness.

Wolf complained of the treatment towards him, but oddly never mentioned the thorn stuck in his paw!

Since the Creator knew about it, he removed the thorn that day too, but left Wolf with paws soft enough for the occasional reminder.

There is always a target, something or someone that needs to be aimed at and released on. In moments that this kind of anger about pain calls for action, and such pent up rage that visits in dealings with curses ends up manifesting obviously outwardly rather than abandoned inwardly, a pointy sword in capable hands is used to remove the thorn. I could not make my sword into fabrics of light, and many have chosen to focus on how others treat them. To rush headlong into a feeding frenzy with a sword of truth overhead is not the Way.

Humanity, you are Light Bearers, and now is the time to know wisdom in making your ‘swords into scalpels’…

Working inwards again at the outskirts of conflict – not about hunting ‘Wolves’ where there is so much suspicion and hate in our world,

Rather, in recognition of the Thorn and affective methods to cope.

Power in Transformation

Identity as the reflection of my inventive mind leads to being the antithesis of my human capabilities with the tri-chord…

Respectively, both of these images are applying my individual will toward the surfaces, extracting the thorn that pierces the skin –

changing the invention toward my intended result as blissful vibrations, key being harmonious in nature.

The curse, as it would seem to stand in large part, has ‘conflict of origin’ written all over it.

The nature of conflict is without origins, and so while Thorn is a balanced entity in a continual momentum of composing itself,

It is still against itself from within, having body and thought, but lacking presence of Mind.

Fighting for peace has deceived men to foolery.

The Thorn curse assimilates individuals, enslaves in its stomach, and devours as a collective.

The shadow of the tri-chord is deception, conflict, and covetousness.

Truth and Light of Human empowerment in it is hope, harmony, and clarity.

Somewhere between the shadow and Light Bearer,

One might see they are also up against three illusory factors where they face themselves…

And, at least, these 3 were encountered on this particular pathwork:

§ The illusion of being alone

§ The illusion of being more (divided, esp. higher or lower, from unity and One)

§ The illusion of illness

As mentioned earlier, there were times ‘individuality’, my personal consciousness, and even ego came in handy. The thought of those times surfaces here; intentionally dealing with illusion for the sake of ‘trouble-shooting’. To cut off that limb would have damaged the awareness of the full process, so through those elements actually playing part of my consciousness factors, the ability to wire that current into a specific vessel to acquire a pure specimen refined was that much more affective. Sifting and sorting through, rather than avoiding or extracting from ‘idealistic conditions’ for Universal Inventive Mind to properly operate under. Any result, had I gone that route, would’ve been more likely to simply break apart into an easier, more palatable equation, an offering of watered down solutions…decomposing substances or fascination of the bulb.

It’s also my experience that as the heart connects the other channels as they open, to function as psychopomp is constantly recreating myself through the artwork, leading with an honest heart to cathartic bliss…other beings, as the stars, recreate themselves through me along with me as I return through this constant to the timeless Unity. Know endless spiraling expressions overlapping at an unattached crux of understanding. Mirrors, like ideas, are more alive with faces in them and in that infinite beauty also less likely to be made a commodity – at least, should ego remain undissolved. To be cut off from reflections, all illusion along with half a heart would be lost; my art would be a hollow and unnecessary burden. Individuality would rot to only absolute division. Attachments would become the root of any reality, leading to sorrow.

Celebration of the 3 Jewel Worlds

To understand a ‘without origins’ place in the universe, unchecked by conflict, is like a seed always blooming into itself –

radiantly, ever onward, beyond the confines of any self or particular resulting expression.

The tale of the thorns and roses.

In the briar patch, a thorn branch said to the one and only flower in the place;

“Wouldn’t you like to be more like us? You’re quite flimsy and gentle, a pansy with rose tinted vision. Soft and vulnerable, any hungry animal will seek to eat you first. That’s what happens when you stand out too, by the way. You start off as good as dead and damning yourself; on the other hand, we last in this thick armor, clearly superior and tough.”

The reply of this “gentle pansy” caught the thorn branch off guard…

Here I seem alone among you, flimsy among the fittest.

Yet, when the Great Invincible Ones square off among those who challenge in a spirit of weakness, the hard stinging barbs shot at them and ill curses aimed at them are transformed to flowers - like the lotus, which thrives atop the dirtiest of waters. It’s me whom the strongest of the strong of our universe change you into, my “sharp minded” cousins!

Also, my nectar feeds many very often, and I’ll continually grow where my pollen is carried.

You’ll gestate in the stomachs of those asses coming over the hill.

You’re kind of an unlucky happenstance in Nature based on your own comparison dependant forms of how others around you should ideally create themselves, but maybe some of you will become the Way.

That day, a good amount of the thorns began to bloom.

The patch became a field of various expressions of bliss.

The piercing, armored Giant was conquered through Love’s Wisdom embodied and the Great Invincible Ones were again confirmed – constant among the many transforming paths from weakness to enlightenment.

rose resurrection lily shiva Shiva

Light Bearers of the Universal Inventive Mind are seeing passed borders and walls into the core reality that illusory reflective surfaces surround. In the Spirit of seeing beyond individual means the successful path is likeliest to include vast resources, tapping into a readily available banquet at hand. A creative solution to a bulb that is in danger of dying out is all inclusive, multifaceted cross-current collaborating beyond the confines of any isolated cultural expression... be them artistic, nationally oriented, or divine. The pulse of our living Earth desires this dialogue with every Being, as one lover to another.

My own thoughts and observances is that modern civilized society is desperately trying to recover such a relationship, and in attempting to crudely break the surface, people can become an individual thorn to their collective foot.

Adorning Ezulie Erzulie Freda

The one to the left was made for the lwa Erzulie and the vision on the right was an entranced visitation or confirmed acceptance of the offer. My interest in the current world events, on a personal level began with the severity of civilian casualties, not a fascination of war. My addressing of the conflict is nothing short of miraculous in its own right, and of necessity and truth, over an opinion about the course of events or parties involved in the matters at hand. So, the focus of the collaboration was compassion, love, softness, artistic inspiration, healing vibrations cultivated. These two your seeing here came into being right around the time of the powerful omen and moving from the crisis into the Curse. So, there was power granted in this spirit often associated with flowers, as much as presence of Ghede. Of which I’m grateful for interceding friends, family, spirit guides and Ancestors of all walks and dances…beyond the conventional means of society.

The material in this project on the Thorn and matters directly dealing with are primarily rooted in the Enochian Skryings that are the first 3 parts of the Earth. These were made possible by a talented network also not held to any particular expression or means of conventional society. Ormus Lodge is acknowledged as a strong contributor to this work, and though I dealt in an illusion of being alone, the adepts of Ormus Lodge community undoubtedly will be recorded here as a strong ally all the way through. This part of the journey was parallel to the 3 part journey, happening at the same time and interlocking at regular intervals. Towards the very end, I’ll paste screen shots of dates and times for some of these shamanic trances/visionary experiences, as a point of index reference. Keep in mind the information given is ‘last date modified’, and as these are trances, I couldn’t tell date & time started or how long any one of them was done over the course over.

Intermission…

Of the three, the locations respectively were Egypt, Syria, and Mesopotamia. The later two I was in physical attendance for, with the first I was in astral attendance from my own house, happening to be working in Egypt. Since there is a massive amount of material at hand from more than a handful of those involved, its most crucial that rather than attempt to bring the general world up to speed on the specifics of each, occasional snippets from my own experiences will be tied together in the vein of revealing the connective flow between the three to one conjunctive theme.

It is of the understanding, at this point, that information gathered is associated to the deities largely known as “angels”; of whom doors are open with to collaborate through the parallels. The methods are handed on from Dr. John Dee and Edward Kelley, the language and its facilitators are virtually new and largely unbeknownst to me. What is known by me is that especially my Ajna chakra (third eye) is fairly potently active, as made clear through the artistic meditations and where there are astral activities and communications; it’s rare that I’m not at least in observation. Now, I’ll begin this from a clear message that was also a sort of interactive puzzle that led to the documentation and sharing of the materials overhead.

Message of the Runes

I had found it strange that for parts of the world spanning Africa and modern day Iraq, generally located in the Middle East, that I would receive this thing in the form of runes. As I might’ve known from previous experience of communications with different entities and deities, the Enochian angelic beings have a knack for reaching every person at their likeliest place of understanding. Another great example of need for multicultural dialogue including linguistics as well as collaborations between our divine manifestations, religion considered a centrifugal construct of endless dimensions shaping tribes and nations the world over, with way deeper impact and farther reaching consequences than patterns on clothes and food preferences. A foot less likely stuck with a thorn is usually leading with intended destination of spiritual territories.

When people aren’t on rocky ground, reaching that ‘highest point’, all of us see we are standing side by side – on the level.

For starters, pasted here is a second full page filled densely with information, blasted into my circumference after the flipside was mapped out during the course of the 3^rd calling of the Triad, geographical location was Mesopotamia. Feel free to make connections and/or conclusions at will, but the chaotic nature due to the speed of getting it on paper fast as possible will mean I’m not obsolete in giving a short, concise as possible walk through.

This is a list of the runes that came into play:

thorn algiz jera dagaz wunjo

mannaz isa inguz kennaz gebbo

othala suwolo

listed in no particular order, but intentionally leading from the matter at hand, the thorn rune meaning conflict or also giant.

Sidenote:

The statement ‘if all the world were a ring, Ormus would be the jewel in it actually came from a search engine wiki entry. When I first heard of the work going on, I was curious and wanted to gather some info before going into it. I’d come to learn that Ormus is used in the context of a man, not the city. This statement is to clarify that the saying isn’t actually a motto associated to the lodge and has never been in use by anyone, but I was able to recall that in the work of post notes overhead, and ended up assisting me.

During the beginning and course of the third skry (Mesopotamia), the thorn was clear in sight.

This is the visual information as collected then shared, it will help to read, but if you have already feel free to skip to the end.

I’m including them as a guide, since I will not be deconstructing this richly encoded puzzle meant for everybody, this is the walk through in conjunction with the above information:

The thorn, in repeating itself was taken as a corridor of conflict, repeated within itself. I’m able to now see Atman Ba – Brahmin Ka, the powerful omen has the algiz rune throughout it geometrically. There is a breaking point where the thorn ceases to echo in itself, becoming Day. As the triangles ascended like two flags atop double tiers, they became Man. Yet, in conflicts continuation, like Wunjo there is only a temporary glory based of delusion. The gates close and the gift of the ancestral harmonic corridor is blotted along with the Sun’s protection, continually divided from the full glory of Man’s rightful place in the Universe. Many will be cast from the Great Temple who cannot hear this message clearly. The Giants of the Ice (crystal tower) will stand in the way - The Day of Harvest is upon Them. Those who deny the eternal gift devour themselves in the curse of the Thorn – they will only know the Pit.This is a collection of notes corresponding to the 3rd part of the Earth in the Ormus Body of the Enochian skry series…

This is a collection of notes corresponding to the 3rd part of the Earth in the Ormus Body of the Enochian skry series…

My position was that of secondary skry:

To set this up, I’m going to upload the scanned notes into our collection, with numbers by each segment to make it more interactively hands on for the readers of this. So, along with reading there will be (a slightly haptic) visual display, it may be of some help in the sense others can pull from my methods whatever might catch them.

I recall something purely of memory that went unwritten – the call had started (post banishing) yet not finished and I wanted to hold off from a bunch of pen-to-paper scratching noises for the sake of a clear and unfettered evocation. What I’d seen at first could be described thusly; I zoned staring at the candle in front of +Dositheos. Then, wandered from the actual flame to the rays shining up and out in a fan style, and that was the first viewing of the crown, and this crown hovered over the candle for a good part of Bill’s intonation of Vagras. It was before the end of the call that from the upper left side over my head there was a ‘hook-like’ phosphorous spiral illumination, very familiar – it wasn’t until the end of when Zeithlin and Riz mentioned a primal spiral-like lava underwater. I could not put it into words, sort of surprising just thinking back to what I’d written down from the notes at the Mt. Arabia experience.

“Before the actual headwash, I was seeing something like underwater
round tadpole egg clusters.followed by curving currents rising then
overlapping in layers. Each current different, the eggs getting
smaller and pulling out/branching along the currents.”

(view Shilibo roots for more reference)

I could describe the beginning as this in some ways, on a different scale.

The plumes and vapors underwater seemed as though moving very fast through “time” in this skry, and had somewhat of a horn spiral – moving quickly with all primal intensity from upper left (in reference of Binah I prospect) overhead to resting at an invisible point to the bottom of the Temple at the feet. I might also be inclined to say it was less of a process of nature interpreted to me as with the Shilibo experience than a rapid exaggeration on the placement of the shining magma, more to be told about the path and force than the information within and of the jetting sentient hyper fluxing ooze. I’m very glad I’m able to make that note for this collection, now – grateful to Riz & Z for helping me put into words what I’d experienced in this new form.

The first thing I wrote I recognize as “Shades of the Moon tearing apart”, and this wasn’t really a violent thing, but to put it into context I’d say losing my identity to become entrance point and integrate beyond that to zero point lucidity*, my initial period of ego loss took on Shades of Moon (not to be confused with cycles, though) at which point beyond to Void these shades I became tore apart. It was really more like a billowy pulling away at cloud like lunar threads, but still I like tearing to give the correct emphasis on the impact of the weirdness involved.

*point 87 and the series of eyes points have accelerated the gift significantly

The thorn rune is residing in my mind’s eye so strongly!

At noticing this, I’m standing between two stone walls, so intricately patterned. It was pretty difficult making out those designs, yet shortly I realize they’re the blocky characters which had been moving along the Syrian coastline through the Lady’s black hair. They’d been moving something of value black-market style in the 2nd Part. Here, they’re are stacked like some mutant gigantoid child’s toys. They’re painted in the way of human colors and paint.

It’s between these two megalithic walls stacked that shaft of light comes out of no fixed point, aiming downward. As I make my way on into this beam, I’m moving as grass – layers deeper and further, as though the grass was getting taller and swaying in a ‘breeze’ of slow motion electro-magnetic influence. If those lunar fabrics had become sedimentary, they now were forming layers of cavernous deep, dark floors which became ceilings in passing. I’m upon the Tower.

The Tower jutted, juxtaposed and branched out to form a black tree. I wish I could recall if this was at the base of the Tree, but I saw a pentagonal web which became like pentagonal webs. I’m fairly certain this was toward in the trunk, like how rings are in the trunk. Rather than weaving in to a tight center, the pentagons I make out as a corridor. There had been a split moment of some being barely recognizable to me which had been sitting in front of this corridor. I’d quickly jotted the life form as ‘empty luminous’ and ‘blocking pyramid entrance’

At that point there is a white cross, which I’m assuming was this being or its replacement and was pulling back slowly. Here, I can recall the dripping corridor, more waxy than watering, like the primal jets from earlier on had become more clay, duller of color…nearly becoming mossy in a way. It was over a swastika which had turned into a figure 8 horizontally merged with a straight line moving through. The center line had a swimming motion that rested to a wavy frequency, again I’m familiar with that from Shilibo’s Roots. This would be crucial down the line.

Here I lose track of time and where I am on the paper, as where and when become an influx of centralized informations with interweaving nonrealities of a timeless thresh from very separate corners of the paper. Again, invoking an Aggrotachy star spangled cluster fuck that many of us spoke of after as a very psychedelic nearly acid trip like skry altogether. There are moments where I write down what Richard had seen just to be able to give some bearing later of what chrono-illogical sequence might be obtained…

To hardly any avail, though.

At one point, I believe around Neptune, there were two fishes passing. My conviction was that I had began at the end of the temple heading more toward some of the things Riz was envisioning early on. This was confirmed as he started shortly afterward began to describe many things from my beginning in reverse fashion. One example that stands out strong was an eye at the throat and two eyes at the temple. If I recall, Richard mentioned sensations. I was visually recording them as eyes. There was a large eye at the chakral crown. It at first was just a big blank pure white eye with no pupil. I would later find “drop of blood leaves fiery iris – fire drawing into the pupil.”

By the way, don’t take me at face level for the planetary body since it could have been Saturn (I had a defined urge to call out Neptune).

It was at writing this about the pupil that Richard saw his hooded skull with a shell at the stomach, bearing forth a plant growing down out of suspended water. Now, if this part doesn’t show in Richard’s notes, this is a part of my own notes that I simply don’t actually remember. See the asterisk star beside “plant” and the drawing of the curvy sine over the figure 8 earlier mentioned; the plant is associated with this simple sigil that occurred.

Beyond a spectral rainbow waterfall deep in the temple, these things occurred, to the best of my ability in something like this order; I received “stars decorate what is alone in the world”, while a radiant set of hands are cupping a skull. The skull was lit, and between these hands and the skull was a vast but so perfectly compacted pitch dark. Somehow, like dark radiating in way previously unknown by myself - Black Light. Then, it’s marked that the temple doors are behind Richard here (to keep some kind of record) - connected to the spectral rainbow waterfall, rays shaped from aura made this key. The words “advancing judgment” followed along with the key transforming to a phallus.

What stood out was that this waterfall was rising from a circle skull cap, there were circles in the skull, drawn inward these circles overlapped to form a geometric flower tethered to a square rock which was like flat granite floorboard. At a separate interval, there were two flowers growing from; what came to me as a light triangle pointing down at the exact moment Richard mentioned a dark triangle pointing up. A disk was suspended between them. I’m of the intuition this disk also was the pure white eye at the crown chakra.

I’m coming at the end of this collection to the part that was at the front for me. It stands out and from it a good amount of more info surfaced. It was above this disk eye that there were four slabs that were alot like mirrors reflecting light, there was what I could only make as a squiggle line on the paper – it was massive, a range of mountains/steps or mountainous stairway. It was strange, they seemed to mirror like how a pool in a cave makes that cave seem so much bigger in either direction. I had no idea how to very quickly put that on paper without a long pause…lo and behold, a squiggle, just to have something to quick reference and pick back up the flow of interdimensional communication.

The circle where they end is a crude representation of a head I never saw, but knew was there and was compelled to note, the straight line is the spine, which at the base was four stars outlining the shaping crest of the range of mountain stairs. I have Bolt written next to it and remember seeing one. One of the very first things I’d received was “white fire sky of the blessed lady. Strength in unity – numbers dwindling. White fire sky…” this was of the shaft of light that was between the two rock walls.

While I didn’t see the war like some of you, those words were associated to one for me. When Richard was mentioning turrets of the Tower, I’d seen Thuriasd inside itself.

Enter the message of the runes…*

I was curious ‘why the thorn?’, since even though interested in runes, I haven’t done much of anything with them in my personal Work. And, the part of the Earth being Mesopotamia also waked my curiosity as to why the communication involved rune(s). I went on a study that took me into some wild new relevant territories, some what of a further expansion of these notes. In the scan, you’ll be able to see how the ensuing ‘chicken scratch’ actually unfolds more like a complex map work.

*due to further material and visual correspondence, this project is becoming another full on magickal presentation.

Until then, here are notes which came as a surprise to me, from the 2nd Part Syria skry:

I ended up having something like notes after all.

I'll share what I'd written what seems relevant:

Despite it being said it was fine we may each receive our own scry, I had decided to use the time during the course of the ceremony to simply center, focus, and relax. I had mentioned a less visual experience, more like experiencing a scry of the energy pattern. That's a basis of scrying; to skip ahead for a second in the notes, I want to say it was more a sensory related introduction, where I usually and far more often end up w/ informational exposure.

In remaining clear, I tuned deeply to an 'empty listening' which also brought an 'empty eye'.

In the still, centered quiet, the notion was to allow mind to be used somehow..however, not energy in or out. I would describe it as excitation of the deities characteristic vibration, neither thrusted/catapulted or information sponging/receiving. So, it's actually kind of difficult to describe in the way.

The focus was to unfocus..the scry was to allow, though remain clear and centered. Both of instinct, along with the request of Bill and Alex to not send random influx..a way to look at what the night was from my first person and first time perspective was keen observation, and communion w/ the tone of the plane.

I jotted this down to have a way to describe internally what went on through the introduction.

The angel is the territory (for me at the time, not just though), and then in frequency and this type of transive the personality of the topography..down to how the culture emphasizes their communal expressions of soul as being invested on the territory..again relayed back into the angelic body - the cohesive Mind of that Soul.

Not really deeply elaborate, just sort of describing the general feel..a way to relate to all that electricity and the presence gracing us in the temple.

I continue:

It was very spiritually fibrous, a new form of texture in the work that I was happy and grateful to be part of.

Despite the intention of clear and centered, there were moments I'd felt jolted..not like full on shocked by electricity, just a quicked amped surge. Funny thing, there was texture, yet removed from a tactile sense of my own experience altogether. That's a hard thing to even relay, since I WAS involved..somehow? I had an experience there. Light, in the sense it wasn't mine...the anxiety or nervousness in the beforehand moments that there would be a 'whammy' or hammer falling on my head euphemistically had helped trigger, without restlessness, the right kind of tensity involved in the atmosphere to.."grok the angel", so to speak. After we came in to reseat ourselves, the tensity had worked its way through.

I felt blood and a cut pain on my right hand..wrist and like over my palm. This was after Alex had said/felt, but nearly perfectly at the same time. My imagination is not so vivid that I'm able to induce a state of physical pain at the description of the physical pain. Despite not seeking any visual context (for the most part totally unaware, yet in listening very keen..Bill and Alex' words were the whole world), I visually caught the sunrise over water at the exact same time of Alex' statement before she got the whole sentence out, and the large black bird.

I'm reminded before hand the reccuring animal. I could've guessed it would've been a bird, but didn't want to for the sake of inadvertently projecting a bird..so it simply had stayed out of my mind until the actual scry when the large black bird revealed itself. I would've said bird after the very specific thing I had to say about birds from the first scry.

(birds are often heads/hands of deities)

The art of scrying, motions can be so dreamlike in the more automatic state.

I thought of what Alex said about the 'am i dreaming?' exercize.

In theory, if we follow the bird on the nature trail we walk, or watch them more in the backyard, that could work the same in the dreamlike scry? It's funny that came to me in the notes to, since in my meditations bird calls/songs are the frequency of the territory, even playing a role in shaping it. In the past, they've even morphed into auditory keys to gain access. Maybe to follow the bird or enter into the call could assist with even further & deeper yet scrying of the territory.

Maybe it's just for me to pay attention to, but wanted to throw out the food for thought.

Those are my notes!

Though, real quick I also want to mention that right when Alex said 'black hair' when she was talking of the woman in red..I had seen shadows moving and whispering. I felt like a sort of 'black market' was moving along the coastline of the Red Sea, the goods in trade felt otherworldly. The word "Defiance..." found its way into my actual workbook notes. During the speech Alex gave, that moment felt nearly like a counterpoint in the angel, that is to say not diminishing of the essential oneness of the angelic presence or even completely a flux of the textural characteristics.

I felt that counterpoint, and the black hair or movement along the coastline had to do with the spoiling of the land..what had taken it from the rolling green valleys to the 'ruins' and played a key roll in the cold war.

I have a defined sense that a cold war was channeled.

(removed ‘cosmic’ from cold war, not as a change of perception, but to keep from putting the word ‘cosmic’ in front of absolutely everything)

that's it from this dude.

Peace

with this letter i'm sending you now, i should write that Black Rock Gateway was a catharsis visual, especially reminiscent of the figures moving through the Lady's black hair. but i'll tie all this into the full notes/next presentation.

End of Notes…

sun on a mound – Ptah.

The counter point of the angel in the second skry at Syria, I felt it project of my alignments “the kings are fools”. I was emotionally moved afterward in ways never before. We were the ones who stayed behind to protect Man, they are telling lies!

Mambo Vescha Sur, who was in attendance at the 3^rd scry, had docemented a silvery orb that had hovered under my chair during the course of that scry. It was right before then that I heard something directly of that presence, something which is difficult to touch on for me.

It said, “what are you doing here, you know your not even supposed to be here.”

I was pointed to when Richard, the primary skryer said “3 times spying”. I desperately wanted this project to have nothing to do with me. For the longest time, I had felt like a being of pure ego tearing away constantly from myself, as though my identity were a governing fabric of light. For any of this to mean a damn thing, I have to let you in on where I’ve been.

I spent a long time being prisoner of my own inventions…

“the anarchist is also the archon”

Even kings are pawns, in the hands of the old man, who seeks to play them…

Understand, this is not be about me, but for me to leave out what I found is to betray the power of what is intended as a message for Humanity. On some collective level, one could say that all of us have fallen from grace. At the individual level, the sacrifice that I wish to make is being forthcoming in saying that I’m one who has been trying to ascend to the 7^th throne, here on Earth among you. Yet, I’m human (at least half), this is simply my individual expression of life. Even the very gods pass, and are still in dukka, a realm or circumference of suffering. We to are ‘on the level’ so may make mistakes judging the essential core of human character (individual or collective) – we are both portrayals of the infinite. I was born human. I took on the daimon.

In ascending, I’m the embodiment of God. In Unity, judgment of character dissolves with illusions of rising and falling, coming and going – beyond pleasures and sufferings of gods and humans, we are Eternal. They say our spirits choose us, and I observe truth in that as well. In this, I chose to recognize my role in Universal Being. We are on the level, One & the same and either ceases falling or even ascending into each other as the interconnected transfiguration to the Pure Light of Mind…Eternal Clarity is independent of certain expressions or life support systems. So, the tri-chord in any aspect is a noose dissolving.

Bliss, Clarity, Awareness – in Nature of Spirit Truth is ungoverned and Free.

You see, transforming from my individual ‘special’ illusion is unbecoming to Brilliance unfettered. One might process an instant of ideas in a year, sometimes vice versa. Beyond an urge or desire to ‘ascend’ into each other, they’re already always timeless Tao. Moments of conflict, arrogance and confusion that comes with pride and the stances it brings are thoughts in my limited field, not my universal identity or Mind. Mind can’t be contained. So, to embrace these ideas that form a collective body, despite the knowledge of their illusory nature, they’re transformed and with my identity dissolved. Free of fear, all my collaborators; human, divine and otherwise come to know this in instantaneous awareness. Humility in awareness isn’t divided of the brilliant nature of each of us. Unclouded by want or need to assimilate and control information in an ongoing process – disown control mechanisms and the critical is attained free of attachment to certain mass or velocity – attachment to the soul and this multidimensional soul model, like the tri-chord blends and dissolves to Eternal Nature, Humanities right.

An individual changing into an enlightened being is instantaneous and timelessly more powerful than the greatest stockhouses of collective ideas and these fleeting galleries of expressions. Cosmically, his voice is aum, an unspoken agreement of all the chords and spheres in Harmony. Very actively, they are at rest.

Seeing Divine manifestations in each other is meeting the Cosmic Ancestor, Mentor of the Stars, jeweled of all the constellations.

We will comprehend what is beyond our various talents and visions, Being beyond any grasping comprehension

We will comprehend inventive bridges and paths beyond our various talents and visions,

Being beyond any graspable comprehension…

The Clot

Transformations of an Invention of Mind

The following is an alchemical visual process in a meditative exercise, a.k.a. messin’ with sasquatch, a.k.a. improving on the bulb for manifestations of human ingenuity applied to the current.

It wasn’t so much the red tissue, but the dark under were entities coalesced and I began to work through all their voices and personalities. As many of the meditations that probe into this corner, I recalled the fractal nature of light, making incisions and drawing out the poison, folding away and opening the layers.

This activity went on for a time…

Rather than continue from the last panel onward through “high moments” over and over, it brings itself through the psychological medical therapy session side by side with me (on the level), and as I start anew every operation I recall the Earth with the acknowledgement of Light.

Knowing the mountains before you is key to understanding moving them.

These are the notes that were taken during and after the working:

What makes you think you’re worthy?

Who are you to..____?

I hate you now more than ever

You’re ruining everything we’ve worked for, you’re a bloodsucking asshole who does nothing but destroy

Why don’t you get lost – kill yourself already?

You think what you’re doing is so important, its at our expense – its wrong on so many levels and you’re not strong enough (to deal with it)

How many more of these do you have left in you?

The clot is a deceitful accuser, specifically designed to rob the human spirit by tricking Man to eat himself from the inside out by disguising him of his own true nature and his right...at times the very right to even breathe air. He’s convinced against his own face, casting him out from his place in the world and the fullness of his soul.

The spark extinguished, he morphs/merges into it, all dashed about to darkness and dust.

Sporadic breathing, desperate breathes, a gnashing anger, disrupted channels or scabbed over nodal points, severe stress, especially in the head, ringing in ears and distorted equilibriums feeling of attack on actions and thoughts (most often happening from within yet projected onto others, often close – extreme blame*)…literally, a clotting.

*most oft noted a repeating of a panicked, tearful ‘I hate you’. “shit! Shit!” – as well as many severe racial slanders of various ethnicities to the point of almost being fairly inclusive of every nation in its prejudice.

Such a convoluted and tangled force of hungry lies is itself concentrated to the point you might feel the rage is so lasting, you can’t see clear enough in an eternity to know what, where or whom to bereave the loss of within or outside of this sinewy froth of loathing.

One thing is certain, who submits is truly lost. Serious identity issues…

Eating shards and abandoned, but in a mouthless pain, deprived of any senses but only need and want of fullness.

(sidenote: as reading from myself to myself, rather than an elevated ‘place’ in my mind to a miracle by my hand.)

You’re transformed, breathe freely..

Take a vow to protect them and the Earth, and abandon malice.

Come away from the old house of mirrors, you won’t know rest in shadows of your own reflections,

This forever faded palace of shards where you dine.

Cast aside fear at the gift all inherit of self created Destiny.

It is only the vision of soul, a fraction of the full glory that is the unsearchable inheritance, a seed within.

The unchanging heart does not look but knows, let go to awareness met with beatitude.

And after annihilation of the attached self, you may recall the true voice of each other coming together.

You’re still well received as family and friend

Emanate, no longer stifled and confused.

Now is a time of joy for us together,

And remember the strength shown to you amidst the illusion of your certain death.

Show and share it with others, unbridled and constant.

This is your welcome among the Eternal.

You’re Ancestor, Spiritual in Nature…with Us…We are One in the ever present Here and Now.

Share peace and its transforming power in humility,

And forever in knowledge it will manifest and multiply around you.

It will fill you, and overflow, free of the fear of extinguishment.

Along with your heart, the light will continue to pour out, or come to final rest.

In rest, cast aside fear of the threshold of absolute destruction.

Or, while you remain in light, create yourself as a new Destiny – and in this Wisdom, be healing and growth in the hour of rebirth.

Breathe Life, Speak Truth*, Bear Fruit and bliss will remain as well in your traverse to Earth yet again.

* Aum, in an unspoken agreement.

It is the Humanity of me, not only that other aspect, which is truly spectacularly powerful.

The Vortex was an expression of ascension to deity; Humanity is an expression of the constant of Love.

Some further acknowledgements of collaborative moments…

October 1^st ‘08

I saw the praying mantis again today. He was walking on the screen.

None of the birds went for him, to me he was a messenger.

I’d recently been talking about how my occupation is to sit and wait. Then I thought of the captain in Master & Commander, disguising his vessel like a walking stick to hide from his predators and get the drop on them. Also, how cats are disguised like their territories.

The mantis sways back and forth, he is an opportunist and devours with a snap – his prize comes to him.

The mantis is not only disguised as Earth, but camouflages by mimicking the wind.

He receives sustenance by engaging the forces around him at an internal level.

“Stay on the move!” some have said.

And the mantis, waiting, sways.

I always am.

The Beatific…

Powerful Guardians/Watchers…

About the involvement of guardians and watchers; its quite simple, they protect blooming. Where my own focus is involved is better directed from taking powerful projected stance or entertaining possibilities of adventurous danger and doom to working toward cultivating hope and togetherness growing successfully of all these living elements passing through the Gates.

Some other visual interpretations and interactions of angelic beings and lwas…

The angels are especially expressed as interpretive since what is received is a vibrational impression, not so much a “hi, how’s your mom” visual correspondence as with lwas, but still they are beautiful imprints and they to will interact through the creative process. They could be thought of as my recollection of the voice and creating a harmonic tune than an actual being. When the temple officially closes, echoes still occur with practical use, but that’s as far as full interaction goes. Including them is important to showing how my personal understanding of increasing my own “octaves” in any given meditation has increased greatly – the Voice of the Pulse. The actual ‘body’ of an angel I define more as the being’s linguistic ‘headspace’.

A Waking Dream Tapestry:

More and more, its observable that people are becoming more alienated from each other on the most individual level.

Momentum through the corridor is increasing as time moves closer to absolute zero. As people are adapting to greater complexity there is such wealth and the modes of sharing “so much to say and no way to say it” are also changing with the spreading awareness, much like an outward appearance of an expanding universe. Physically, we are coping with the awkwardness to deal with outdated cultural modes; like an ice giant looming nations and governors are a cramping taxation and troll to the illuminating flow of modern complexity whose informational passage ways will naturally sway into a merging harmony and continual growth of the Universal Inventive Being.

Routes of roots and branch working limbs form the greatest possible outcome of the simple success of One Tree.

The need and instinctual desire for unsanctioned growth in any real force of Harmony is no more or less internal than external.

These conflicting nations, liked contrived and taxed formal social structures are bowls of plastic fruit.

Any ‘Omega Code’ is liquid and transparent. As Humanity now, in complexity of thought and intuitive consciousness returns to the birthing place where the egg is met with the seed, the Father is the Mother resting in perfect unity beyond the Omega Code lining – the quantum bisexual conception, the Star Child birthing Union of All in the perpetual vehicle of the independent current with the Unknowable and Unstable counter balanced in the God Self Head. So, we are entering into an awareness of us as relations of the living and intelligent elemental environment internalized and ‘wheels and cogs’ that construct the appearance of our place in this interactive universe are projections that are the essence of Soul.

My personal meaning when I specifically say Soul here is the resulting Self Creation first going into or leaving the Void.

Just as the approaching and exiting of Zero is the progenitor of an echo stasis and even pluralistic Void – there is no hardware.

Something, much more like nondualistic software – interconnected and not attached.

This Malkuth congruent series of glyphs, halls, systems and variants is All, in an illusion, in the constant process of breaking beyond any source core by grinding the surface. The Light Bearer is Self Creating to dispel the hard wired Ars Opticka.

The person redefining our place and time will employ, be enslaved, or any combination of these according to their essential qualities and strength of will applied to the visible comprehension of Uncontained Self, Self less containing, Lucid Non-being, and the pluralistic singularity.

Self Creation is the Gift of Awareness, as alignments of stars communicating with the world transforming affective citizen of Earth.

Beyond that, Eternal = Universal.

May your thoughts be clear and your instincts excellent.

I part ways with earth bound acknowledgements and one last thing…

Cosmic CrucifiXion

The fabric of space-time, as spheres dissolves in touching the crown - the crown is like a free hanging sphere of the pure light of Mind.

The deity nailed to it, arms broke, in the Algiz ‘omen’ variation dissolves with it…

Great Spirit Cotton Weave

It was after this moment that I heard of Indians who pray with cotton in one hand and make spiral motions with the other hand to weave cosmic tapestry to life.

This is a representation of the Great Creative Spirit and every individual soul as a star somewhere in these intersecting galaxies, birthing and going supernova back into the nebulous dream, to finally awaken as Spirit.

Acknowledgements, of whom without, Of Crowns and Thorns would’ve been a passing daydream…

Earth; through your pulse, I’m in touch with Universal Mind.

On the backs of all the animals, our Divine Messengers ride.

All my mentors spanning the boundaries of cultures, borders and languages – we are people of the rainbow.

Ormus Lodge – www.lightofthegnosis.com

A nonhierarchical lodge of scientific illuminists from all views and walks.

Constellation of Abrasax

Studying and practicing the wide range implications of audio frequencies during shamanic trance.

Atlanta Psytrance – www.atlantapsytrance.net

a consciousness-pioneering organization of DJs, musicians, artists, performers, and supporters...

T Vescha Sur – Ezili Roots

Mambo and member of Ormus Lodge who gave lave tet, making communication with lwas potent .

Brian Kelley – friend, family and ancestor

Triplag – www.triplag.com

very affective uninterrupted trance aid

Atlanta and New Orleans

The cities that house those I know and love – keep fighting the good fight.

Lastly, but not least – thanks to my family, who are unfortunately not able to participate or see what I’m doing.

May your unshakable faith see you through well…

Stay metal,

Von Kotterhausen

As promised, some dates and times, mainly to show a couple parallels between incidents of recording conflict and preparedness for events.

For your consideration;

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/jan/16/us-airways-plane-crash-lands-on-hudson

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