Wednesday, May 30, 2012

We Forge Knives

Close to my body...
I never let the knife out of my sight!

We forge knives .. nous forgeons couteaux .. againn sceana bhrionnú .. forjar ganivets .. Watashitachiha naifu o gizō .. vi skabe knive .. Wǒmen ruìyì dāo .. labanak Agorregi dugu.

Close to my body .. is the knife I forged .. with my own mind.

It was year 2121, 21st of June [Earth orbit time] .. anti-gravity was a reality for our time-zone. Floating ships-of-light hovered high within Planet Earth's gravitational fields. Yes! Gravity fields! Plural...

I climbed to the top of Mesa Verde, followed by my friends.

Close to my body .. is the knife I forged .. each one of us .. we had secretly forged our own knives... Renegades in time .. guided by our ancient Ancestors!

I was 13 years old when I forged my first carbon steel knife blade .. an unknown and ancient technology lost to future technologically advanced generations on Planet Earth 2121.

Quantum computers and advanced robotics did everything for us humans. You could say, we are the perfect society. Something you humans in 2012 could only dream of .. and yet...

I was a high-level Quantum computer engineer .. trained by my society to build, program and repair our highly advanced technological socio-adaptive science. But, secretly .. my passion... I held close to my body.

Close to my body, I never let the blade out of my sight!

Following behind me, a long trail of highly advanced men and women climbed to the top of Mesa Verde.

It was 2121 .. and yet each one of us carried .. close to our bodies .. blades we forged ourselves!

Lifetime after lifetime, we forged the blades of our souls.

I reached back my hand to pull my friend up over the loose stones and sand.

I had forged a strong blue carbon steel Celtic European blade .. my friend had forged an elegant short Damascus, Kanetsune Yuh, Japanese Tanto with 15 layers of folded Japanese Aogami Blue steel.

I pulled my friend up to the next plateau of our journey together, one hundred and eleven of us travelled together on this path towards the ridge...

Ahead of us and behind us were dark obsidan hand knapped blades, ancient agate knives from pre-paleolithic times .. we had done it all .. we knew it all. Stone tools, tucked away into tight fitting pockets. Some of us had travelled back in time to pick up Mammoth Ivory Damascus, lock folding Old Pompe, Callejon forged knives, La Tène blades and primitive stone cutting tools...

Why ... ?

Because across the invisible sands of time, we made them - ourselves!

It was forbidden, of course, to extract artifacts from ancient times...
As renegades, we did it anyway!

Close to my body is the knife that I forged .. lifetime after lifetime.

Was it your hand who knapped the small white agate stone blade lying in the dusty sands of Grand Canyon? Did you beat the rough copper blade before man knew how to cut a fine metal edge? Does it matter if you hand knapped a sharp obsidian cutting edge .. or if you forged a fine metal blade from the sweat of your ancient mind?

So, we hid our blades well in 2121, guided by the strange and elusive Masters, The Invisible Guides.

We forge knives... across the ancient and elusive spirit sands of time.

Know your deep Katana path! Lifetime after lifetime!
[Taoist discourse on Remote Viewing and Time Travel Skills]

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Time^Traveller's Dilemma

Our souls evolve across the illusion of space and time...

Just as a bird leaves the nest and flies - through instinct - into the unknown .. and a baby tiger stalks through the grass of thousands of years .. and a small baby dolphin swims close to its mother .. and where a tiny mouse crawls after its mother into unperceived dangers .. so do humans enter the vast unpredictable Time^ Travellers dilemma of Quantum Space.


The wolf creates the man .. and the man creates ... ??

I was White Wolf long before the white man reached our shores...

Native Americans [the children of Atlantis], respected the wolf, the coyote, the wild cats and the bobcat. Native people knew that their inner inheritance came from the spiritual evolution of Spirit through the ages. They respected us, because we are the foundation of their progressions.

When the arrow pierced my white wolf heart .. I gave myself .. to the void.

Time^Traveller's Dilemma
Who can you trust, if you cannot trust yourself?

In the dark of the night, I crouched as a Ninja...

Who can you trust, if you cannot trust yourself?

The Ninja's of Japan grew from an unknown ancient source.

Did I know then that I was a Time^Traveller? I doubt it!!

All I knew was the agility of my past incarnation as White Wolf...

Our animal brothers and sisters live inside us .. lifetime after lifetime. Does this make us any less than we are?

I paused to consider why it is that I was able [as a Ninja] to command such incredible superhuman powers!!

As White Wolf I was a male .. as my Ninja incarnation .. I was a female .. the Universe balances itself as Quantum reality.

Who is right and who is wrong?

As White Wolf, I brought food back to the wolf pack. I fed future generations of my animal wolf tribe. As a Ninja, I learned to know what is right and what is wrong in the more advanced human world of man. We were part of an ancient culture - far beyond the knowledge of mankind as it exists now.

Can you travel through time and know who you are?

Sure you can...

Apply it!

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

I Protect ...

It was 1922, Paris, France ... Colette had published, La Maison de Claudine Sido. I put the pages of the open book across my face to shield my eyes from the heat of the Midday Sun. How can someone write so beautifully and with such passion? Even worse, how can she be a woman?

I hate myself, for being who I am.

I care about nothing. I am young, rich and incapable. The only male heir to my families fortunes - already I am bored with life.

Inside my arrogant world, I secretly wish to exchange my riches for the truly artistic skills and passions of this woman.

I hate myself for being who I am ... I despise my own past ... the past that formed me. If I could go back in time I would change everything.

Being a man in a man's world is no benefit. Our advantage only makes us weak.

We indulge ... because we can. We do what we want ... because we can.

I put the open book down on the meadow grass as I quietly watch the blue sky above. How can a woman write like this in a man's world?

Perhaps woman have the advantage, because they have to be stronger to survive in our self made world ... a man's world ... built for us ... by us ... for our own pleasure and benefit.

Is this a bitter salty tear stinging at the corner of my eye? Go away tear ... I have no pity for myself. Why am I so weak? I wipe the salt from my face as a shadow casts itself across my vulnerable human form.

He was older than me; but he looked strangely familiar. I was frozen to the soft ground of the meadow beneath my body, unable to move. Who is this man, who looks so much like me in many ways?

I must have fallen asleep under the cover of the pages of that book. I must be dreaming. I have to stay calm. I have to waken up now. Who is this man? He looks so familiar to me.

Back In Time
It was not easy to go back in time and face myself. That young arrogant self I thought I had left behind when I changed the skin of my existence. It was the same body; but with a new inner life (I thought).

The illuminated beings who took compassion on me, and who changed me forever, sent me back to face myself. They simply suggested that it might be a good idea to discover compassion - for myself.

Why was I shaking as I looked down at my own face?

Yes! Of course! I vividly remember his fear ... my own fear.

Yes! I remember that day very well ... it was the day that changed my life forever.

Compassion is not something that comes easily. Compassion comes like a thunderstorm when conditions are right. The tears from my eyes fell onto the young man's face. "I love you... " I said ... "I protect you... "

To have compassion for oneself is not easy .. to love oneself and to communicate that love .. is not easy. Through that compassion we transform our own inner world. "I love you... " I said ... "I protect you... "

Yes! I was willing to protect myself with compassion. No one told me how, I just knew how. That moment was the real event that totally transformed my life, changing my inner world.

Our ego dominated self made world externalizes love and internalizes pain.

The young man I once was closed his eyes and fell asleep. It would be many years before he would remember. It would be many years before he would recall the meeting that changed him forever.

The strange illuminated beings simply encouraged me to show compassion.

They pointed me in the right direction ... that's all.

For Time^Travellers compassion is the harmonic bridging their true existence.
[Taoist discourse on Remote Viewing and Time Travel Skills]