In The Eyes of My Creator ...

He was smiling and laughing... but why?

We were grubbing in the earth for the roots of plants. The Sun was warm as hot winds blew across the sandy desert plain. Our dark skinned fingers prised the roots out of the holes we had dug, with long thin sticks. I looked up from my work and I saw his face .. He was smiling and laughing... but why?

I died that year due to drought. Hundreds of years later the same area would be covered in floods. I would have been happy for the rain, because I knew how to navigate the heavy floods. But we could not deal with severe drought. We could not survive without water. Most of us died that year.

No one remembers us. The few who survived gave birth to generations of depressed alcoholics. Aboriginal people who lived on small reservations with no contact to their ancestors - their sky ancestors. Contact with the sky people was 'verboten', by royal decree .. so my families were forgotten.

In the eyes of my creator .. he was smiling and laughing... but why?

Today, I sit in my water rich community.
I sit at an electronic computer drawing its power from fire (energy).
But, as I sit here .. it is the same face smiling back at me.

In the eyes of my creator - he looks and he smiles as though there was never a drought and as though the recent rains had never fallen, flooding the plains. He is as young today as he was when I was born ten thousand years ago.

I wonder what the relationship is to the hands digging deep for roots and the hands drawing pictures in the caverns of the mind on computer keys? His gaze never wavers. His eyes do not lose their perspective. He seems not to have changed in all these centuries. He seems unaffected by rain, flood, drought or storm.

So, why do I remember? Why do I carry my dreams?

In the eyes of my creator. He was smiling and laughing... but why?

Perhaps this was the wrong question?

Le Morte d'Arthur

Knights of the round table - the sword in the stone - Arthurian legend - magic - mystery and betrayal - the lady of the lake - the spirit realms - Le Morte d'Arthur .. we had traveled back in time from 2111 .. seeking a legend that had been haunting us in our dreams.

Our society was highly advanced [technologically] .. with interplanetary travel, interdimensional travel and guidance from realms beyond physical time-space. Over a thousand year's of upheaval on planet Earth had created balance, as the planet was reforming it's 3D structure in harmony with the higher energy of the spirit worlds.

Planetary societies existed on all continents as new human habitations began to inhabit the lands which had arisen from the oceans .. Our Remote Seeing teams had been some of the first groups to set foot on the Atlantic New-Isle/Lands, and we were blown away with the active information flowing into our body/minds as we walked across the 'unknown lands'.

That was when the strange dreams began to haunt our Remote Seeing teams .. the strange Arthurian dreams .. filled with Celtic symbols and designs. Filled with the energy of those Celtic symbols and designs.

It was helpful to view the Wiki "Le Morte d'Arthur", from 2010 .. and to see the various expansions of the tales of Arthur across the ages; but we were not interested in his death - we were interested in his energy signature.

We returned to Celtic Arthurian Mythology, where we discovered the source of our strange dreams. Far below us, etched across the landscape of ancient Europe, dolmens, stone circles, henges, standing stones and earth-mounds identified the 3D perspective of the spirit of 'Arthur'.

Arthur's round table was the circular orbit of constellations crossing the (K)night skies. The (K)nights of the round table were the seasonal constellations rotating in perfect harmony around the shared (balanced) circular Arthurian table.

From the Orkney Isles to Southern Spain the Gauls, Picts, Celts and Vikings identified with the mystery of the Arthurian Legend .. as we entered the key location identified as the time-zone area of our strange dreams, we discovered Arthur's ancient source .. The source of our dreams.

Arthur Pendragon from Bootes .. we arrived in Earth European time-space November 2010, where we began our research undetected by the watchers of Earth ..

Dea Artio was a Gaulish Bear Goddess of the Continental Celts. There are inscriptions in reference to the goddess found in Switzerland, Luxembourg, Germany and also Gaul ( France ). Her name is derived from the re-constructed proto - Celtic root word - arto meaning bear. Her name literally means The Bear Goddess. She was considered a goddess of harvest, fertility and wildlife. The Autumn season was considered her time because a female bear usually conceives in the Autumn season and spends her hibernation time being pregnant.

We extracted the information and left .. it seemed that Arthur was based on an earlier Celtic Goddess who gave birth to Gaulish and Celtic Europe, before the male dominance era categorised by Rome spead across the region.

Futures Hidden In The Leaves

It is May 7 2009...
Independent T^Travellers observe all that surrounds them in the moment, as the manifestation of what is reveals the location and the unique Story within that location [acknowledging that all time and space are connected]. 

The sun sets in the West as the silver moon rises low in the East. The air is warm and the cloudless sky is pale blue. The small white blossoms of the Acacia trees begin to open. There is not a breeze to be felt - the trees are completely still. As the light of the Sun withdraws, the light of the Moon grows brighter. The black crows feed their chicks inside the large nest, poised on the church steeple high above the blossoming Acacia trees.

Independent T^Travellers navigate in the now, they apply their observations to an ancient cycle. In this way T^Travellers stay in tune with the original source code origins, as static civilisations draw lines on the shifting sands of time: day one, day two, day three... although Fibonacci observes 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13 ...

Is the moon floating, or is something mysterious pulling it? In the distant past there was no moon rotating around the earth and in the future perhaps the moon no longer exists (as people see it now).

As the sun was setting, the forest birds were singing. Perhaps their songs are the real Story. The tall trees were silent. On the forest floor small frail seedlings grew among fallen branches, extending out of a bed of leaves. The small trees seemed to appear out of chaos. Under the dry leaves a rich soil feeds the next generation of plant life.

The Sun, the Moon, the forest floor, the trees and the echoing songs of unseen birds emerge out of the unseen ground of being. Behind all that is vibrations of sound, colour and light mix together - matching the vibrations of The Phenomenon. Magnetic, Sacred Geometric forms combine and recombine in resonant sequences Fibonacci could see. Or does the song of birds sing the unseen into our minds?

When an Independent T^Traveller observes a branch, a leaf, a tree, a flower or a crystal, they see the unseen sequence of growth that underlies reality. The flight of the moon, the rising and setting sun, the air pressure, the flow of water and air all relate a sequence of movement so subtle that the mind has to be incredibly sensitive to observe it. .. Interesting!

Mythology of Emerging Lines

"True creation is inner balance." [T^Traveller - Zensu]

The gathering constituted a merging of the dimensions. Animals, trees, fish, microbes, megaliths, star alignments, dolphins, birds, rock drawings oceans and humans emerged from the background Otherness.

"You are the mythology," he said.

Who would understand the truth without a conscious awareness of T^Travel?

They emerged. We emerged. It emerged. From the void. Mythological creatures giving birth to ourselves. How long had each race, each species, each particle and vibration existed on canyon walls, before entering the test zone of existence?

The dolphin surfaced, blowing the last breath of air into the sky. Buoyant on infinite oceans covering those wet canyon walls deep down below the surface. Hidden by centuries of underwater volcanoes, eruptions of mud and glowing lava, these ancient walls still held the fossilised lines of our existence.

Like shadows on the walls of Plato's cave, humans were cast in vague shades of misty uncertainty. The fossils deep below the oceans surface were clearer, brighter, richer, more defined. Whales, sharks and dolphins observed the frail reflection of an eagle as it cross the midday sun. Just as bright, just as sharp and defined as the ancient fossil of its creation, deep deep down below the oceans surface.

My friends and I spent thousands of earth sun revolutions listening to the fragile and beautiful lines of our humanity. Each line was a portal, and each portal a line. In one life I awoke from an encounter with those line drawings we call mythological fossils. A painting so profound it leaves one wondering who the artist is, and does the observer know the artist, or even themselves?

Like creatures emerging from paint and clay we crossed the eternal canvass. Where death was a blessing, because there we are closer to life. Not in the future and not in the past, but in this moment. Hidden within the lines of our existence, mythological paintings of death are hidden from our senses. The old enemy fear points a boney finger at the location and direction, and those who touch upon it freeze and turn away - or they travel in time...

Preserving Powers of Transformation

Independent Time^Travellers strive to attain their inner consciousness awareness within each incarnation. Birth, for Time^Travellers, is a doorway into worlds through which the soul manifests as the spirit traveller experiencing cosmos.

Being awake within each incarnation is essential to creating a greater awareness for the spirit making its journey lifetime after lifetime. Humanity is consciousness travelling through the material universe. The universe being an egg which will give birth to a new form of life. This new form of life is not confined to the material universe, and so mankind shifts to a new dimension.

Time^Travellers are aware of the souls multi-layered journey across space-time. The future and the past communicate and effect each other in the now. During each individual space-time journey the spirit naturally connects with past and future elements necessary for learning and understanding. All energetic elements create a web the native people called the web of life. The individual weaves their own spirit personality across the illusion of time and space.

Independent Time^Travellers create freedom to know who they are by looking into the eyes of their own existence across the bridge of time. The native peoples called this the "Rainbow-Bridge". The teacher is oneself, the guidance is the frequency of the heart, the pulse of intelligence - the light of awareness.

"One of the truths that will shake humanity in some not-too-distant future will be the realization that our future collective interacts with our present form much more than we realize." James - WingMakers Interview 3

The Soul Journey in Celtic Mythology

by J. Liter

This is a brief, precursory, and by no means complete or comprehensive examination of the soul journey as shown in Celtic mythology. This subject could easily fill several volumes, and perhaps, one day, I will further develop this into a book...

Celtic Mythology
The human soul is dynamic. It is ever expanding, growing. It longs to connect with other souls. It is the nature of the soul to evolve; to move closer to its goal of belonging; to journey. The soul has many memories that we are no longer aware of. Most people have forgotten to listen to the guidance of the soul as it journeys through space and time, and look instead to temporal and material things, or substances, to ease the longing they are only subconsciously aware of. We have lost our connection to the memory of our souls.

The human soul is constantly in a state of oneness with the divine. This too, we have forgotten. Many avoid the memory. Many avoid the closeness of the divine out of fear; out of ignorance; out of weakness.

The human soul is merciful. When a spark of the divine fills us when watching a sunset, witnessing the birth of a child, or feeling the warm embrace of a loved one, our souls forget that we have forgotten. We know forgiveness. Our souls embrace us and we are one with it, and with the Divine in a beautiful and sacred triad.

The human soul knows no animosity. It does not judge or condemn. It wants to pass its memories onto us. It longs to be with other souls, to help them be remembered, even as it longs to be remembered.

The Human Soul is ancient. The spiritual questions that we concern ourselves with today have been part of humanity throughout the ages. They are nothing new. The need to understand the Soul Journey - the longing, the need for belonging, the search for beauty, the need for a connection to the divine – these things have been with us forever.

Through the millennia, by visions, intuition, shamanic journeying, or insights gained through experiences, certain people have been able to find answers to these and other questions. Further, they have been able to articulate these questions and at least their version of the answers into the tales that have been passed on through the ages, through the sages, shamans, and wise men. What we today call mythology exists in every corner of the globe. Every tribe, culture, or civilization has their own mythology. Mythology was, and is, a map for the journey of the soul that is as valid today as it was when it was created.

In the Celtic world, these stories came through the centuries, from many sources, to the bards, and eventually to the medieval monks that ultimately committed the stories to writing. These stories, poems, and tales are the immense body of work known as Celtic Mythology. The soul journey as described in Celtic mythology is the same in all mythologies. It is universal. It is different from other world mythologies only in the fact that it has a distinct Celtic essence. The values, way of living, and the powerful poetics of the Celts imbue their mythology from beginning to end. No other mythology in the world calls to me as Celtic mythology, especially the Irish tradition, does. It is as the roots to the tree. The Druids

The Heron - Bennu

The independent Time^Traveller must find a way to remain detached from the complex energy draining dramas compiling the library of programmed human behaviour loosely known as relationships. In higher terms all of life is relationship, moment by moment. The human drama described as relationship is rather messy and non-coherent. Based on ego-thought I want, human interactions often dissipate in a crisis of negative energy bursts rather than being an experience of HEART centered ONENESS of being.

Heart felt compassion is the skill of seeing beyond the daily noise of the drama of human existence, and expressing that deeper understanding as a field of awareness. The inner awareness of the independent Time^Traveller protects the heart energetic coherence vital to the cohesion of spirit and our deeper soul-journey through life.

Earth based dramas grow from a confusing pouring of immature spirit (I want) flowing into the stored genetic memory of human existence. If the spirit is unable to create fluid inner discipline true to heart based coherence, then all experience becomes a chaotic mix of DNA patterns and spirit (past life) attachments. In reality there is no PAST there is only the ATTACHMENT.

To the independent Time^Traveller LIFE is like a river. The attachments of the past, present and future co-exist NOW - in this moment - each moment. The independent Time^Traveller learns to side-step the attachments and live in the now.

Patterns of behaviour form from attachments, and these thought forms are faithfully recorded within the genetic memory of mankind. DNA is the interface aligning consciousness and stored patterns. When the Time^Travel spirit renews the coherent energy signal all illusion of self falls into the abyss of TIME (illusion). We create it and we undo that which we created.

The Bennu bird serves as the Egyptian correspondence to the phoenix, and is said to be the soul of the Sun-God Ra.

The visionary perception of the independent Time^Traveller knows the physical and non-physical planes equally. The physical heron also has a spirit (archetypal) co-creator. Both the physical DNA and the spirit (archetypal) DNA co-exist and both are interrelated. The archetypal (spirit) heron is as real as the physical heron.

As the sun fell below the horizon and darkness spread amongst the early summer trees, the grey heron sent out a piercing cry as it flew silently across the night sky. The heron is the sign for enduring patience. Events unfold like water flowing across the surface of the earth, but the heron remains poised, watching, observing, in touch with the flow of energy beyond comprehension.

The independent Time^Traveller knows that the heron is the master of TIME. When a heron cries out the effects can last many years. In some cases many lifetimes. Being aware of this fact the Time^Traveller remains centerd within the HEART, just as the heron remains centered in KNOWING.

Reflections

Sometimes a child of the universe will approach the window of reality wishing to see what is on the other side. Pressing their face against the dark glass of cosmos they see their own reflection looking back at them. Independent Time^Travellers look into the eyes of cosmos through this eternal reflection.

Universal Crow's Nest

High above the human town the crows had built a nest of twigs on the lowest part of the steeple. A thin metal snow fence drew a subtle line between the grey slates covering the tall steeple, and the black crows (loved by the Celts) woved tree resonance between metal and stone.

Time^Travellers see ancient truths in present harmonic cultural interactions.

When the human mind looks up at the crow's nest (from below) they see birds flying on air currents with unseen chicks hidden in an ancient fabric of woven bird-trees. When the independent Time^Traveller looks at the wings of crows on magnetic winds, they see nests within nests, chicks within chicks and their own birth and death [beyond time] - dividing the illusion of space.

Two chicks flying from the nest merge with four chicks flying from the nest, and then we must not forget the one chick who survived the cold extended rains of May 2007. When eyes look up at the nest in 2008, the sky is an intense blue and the air is hot. The crow parents swoop down from the nest searching for food as the heat intensifies.

And as you watch, the eyes of your own ancestors look down upon you within the nest. The twigs from the trees are woven into your own mind and the steeple is the plumb line connecting your mind with your heart. In this way the coherent Time^Traveller remembers who they are and why they are here.

Frequency Layers of Reality

Accomplished T^Travellers are able to view all layers of reality through multi-dimensional spectrums of consciousness.

Moving out from the heart [the central portal], the T^Traveller is aware of the golden thread frequency connecting the heart to physical and non-physical realms.

The heart frequency beats [spins] like a magnet, holding together physical, magnetic, aethric, astral, energy and spirit. Therefore, the T^Traveller always listens carefully to their own heart(s).

In meditation the magnetic heart extends its beat to the physical, and to each finer energy layer [aura] surrounding the physical [energetic] vehicle. The sonar echo rebounds back to the heart out => <= and in <=> out=> <= and in .. eternally so.

Pranic breathing accompanies these heart rhythms in undulating waves of frequency and sound. The accomplished T^Traveller can breathe and walk between the worlds. T^Travellers learn to free themselves from linear thought attachment, and in this way recall the totality of themselves, heart-beat-by-heart-beat.

Inner Smile

The accomplished Time Traveller learns and applies the most ancient wisdom of Inner Smile. The time marker for the applied quantum physics of Inner Smile Meditation to the T^Traveller is time itself.

What is time?

Time is movement!

What is movement?

When you [as a spirit] are born into your body lifetime after lifetime, there has to be a state of reference. Perhaps you are born on a planet diametrically opposed to the way things happen on plant earth. How then can there be a point of reference connecting you to the frequency and dimension of a totally different lifetime experience?

The connection is Inner Smile!

The ancient ones encoded a series of bridges across time and space, an internal navigation system for the spirit/soul... This was also known in Taoist practice as The Way. It was also know in Celtic and Gaulish practice as The Borderlands.

Imagine you are a time traveller of source spirit. How will you know the self-empowering codes that connect you to the natural world and to your universal experience across time and space, across the dimensions?

All cultures on planet earth were once connected as one. The variety and the unique differences did not matter. The subtle differences did not matter, because human beings have source intelligence. The connector/navigaor to all universal realities is Inner Smile [love]. But human beings, lost in the cave, do not realise this is the navigational signal coming from the heart.

The basic navigational time travelling frequencies are honour, integrity, love, intelligence, awareness, co-operation, sensitivity, observation and compassion.

The Troll Labourer

IN the year 1660, when I and my wife had gone to my farm (faboderne), which is three quarters of a mile from Ragunda parsonage, and we were sitting there and talking a while, late in the evening, there came a little man in at thà door, who begged of my wife to go and aid his wife, who was just then in the pains of labour.

The fellow was of small size, of a dark complexion, and dressed in old grey clothes. My wife and I sat a while, and wondered at the man; for we were aware that he was a Troll, and we had heard tell that such like, called by the peasantry Vettar (spirits), always used to keep in the farmhouses, when people left them in harvest-time. But when he had urged his request four or five times, and we thought on what evil the country folk say that they have at times suffered from the Vettar, when they have chanced to swear at them, or with uncivil words bid them go to hell, I took the resolution to read some prayers over my wile, and to bless her, and bid her in God's name go with him. She took in haste some old linen with her, and went along with him, and I remained sitting there.

When she returned, she told me, that when she went with the man out at the gate, it seemed to her as if she was carried for a time along in the wind, and so she came to a room, on one side of which was a little dark chamber, in which his wife lay in bed in great agony.

My wife went up to her, and, after a little while, aided her till she brought forth the child after the same manner as other human beings. The man then offered her food, and when she refused it, he thanked her, and accompanied her out, and then she was carried along, in the same way in the wind, and after a while came again to the gate, just at ten o'clock.

Meanwhile, a quantity of old pieces and clippings of silver were laid on a shelf, in the sitting-room, and my wife found them next day, when she was putting the room in order. It is to be supposed that they were laid there by the Vettr. That it in truth so happened, I witness, by inscribing my name.

Ragunda, the 12th of April, 1671