Friday, July 31, 2009

The Sign

He was never part of this world, he never would be...
From the golden pinnacle of a slender crystal mountain, he surveyed the landscape far below him.

The Netherworld pulsed in fragmentary cycles and no one in the real world noticed its existence... People wandered the surface of their own beautifully rich landscape with unseeing eyes. They did not see the faded pulse of the Netherworld encroaching on their space, and they did not see their own incredible island ... of light ... in the middle ... of darkness.

The encroaching pulse quickened and slowed, its cycles were erratic. The Netherworld presence was growing weak. The shadow forms were afraid, uncertain, powerless. In their efforts to take on human form, they had not understood the basic nature of the world they sought to dominate.

Ghost emotions are the illusions that arise when Netherworld presence meets truth. Desperate, hungry, devoid... grabbing at strands of energy floating around the edge of the Vortex that creates an aura around life forms... The intruding shadow forms were shaking in a strange way as the central sun began to rise above the horizon. They could not see the rising sun.

The shadow beings could not feel the central sun's real world presence. All they could sense was a vibratory shaking as the real world began to fade into a ghostly form before them. The vibratory shaking sounded like FEAR.

The singular weapon they had used against humans was taking form inside them and shaking the shadow forms apart. The Netherworld was solidifying around them, the real world was fading from their grasp.

The Master looked back into the Earth culture's fragile roots... Faer, fyr, fuir, fire... danger... That was how it felt when the Celtic tribes first moved through the blazing time vortex, circling before them like a galaxy of fire.
"Faer!" muttered the voices.
When they came out the other side...

The Gaelic voice uttered back across the aeon of space time.

The Master of The Vortex hesitated and looked back at a small gathering of people on a remote shore not so far from here...

"Fear is time," said Krishnamurti to a gathering of... who knows who they were?
Dressed in modern clothes, they seemed to be frozen... "Teine!" It was not the real world fading into shadow form, it was the separation of forms as the Netherworld lost its footing in the light. He stood silently watching the process from a plateau overlooking all frequencies.

The Ancient Ones had decided not to fight... What are 12,000 years to the Masters of Reality... They gazed ahead to the rising of the Central Sun, deciding not to disturb their seed. Leave it hidden in the earth. Their time will come... The decision was made...

The Master cast his gaze to an Island of Light far below. A blue orb guardian with a golden disk was watching over his friend. Distinct vibrations were converging, their colours of light merging, crossing and leaving forms behind. It was all about vibration...

Essential form taken from "EarthBrother"
on it's journey into the future...

Vanishing Souls - Hollowization

"What's the matter Hiyori, you feeling alright?"

... "Shinji, let go of me... "

... "Lisa .. Rose .. Hachi .. "

... "Hold on a minute! Kaname .. " ... Bleach Episode 211 English Dub

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Healers of Form

We had to clear the area...

Deep below the rock a schism had formed. The psychic scan showed that humans had forced the wound through some kind of anti-magic. We scanned back and found the group responsible.

A dark low density reptilian form had overlaid itself on what had once been a powerful light harmonic. This was a parasitic force, draining and feeding from the lowest point of the human psyche. It worked both ways - the parasitic human behaviour of those attracted to the location matched the astral entity rooted into the ancient Keltic settlement.

First the Roman Empire had destroyed the settlement, and later the elite had called the astral form from its low-density vibration, superimposing it on the material landscape. There it hid, for hundreds of years, feeding and strengthening the corrupting frequency that held mankind enslaved to its path.

We were a loose group of rebels, shifting in and out of the time location we had used to evade the disruption of earth. The serpent beings in our group were surprised to see the low density reptile take form. Not all serpent beings are dark, and they don't necessarily like each other.

Tzolkin and Bezhelah wanted to go straight in and destroy it; but our commander signalled his disapproval... and we all fell back to observe the creature taking form before us.

Athamheh moved forward and crouched to the ground, searching for a local point to scan for the reptilian's field parameters. The creature hesitated, hanging for a moment in a haze of dark sulphur that rose from the ground like smoke from a magic lantern gone wrong.

"It's not living," she said.

The Nordic commander of our group projected blue orgone orbs around the location and we began blasting the area with high intensity radiance. The dark projection wavered and weakened. The apparently solid form rippled into a grey-green steam. We continued to blast. The reptilian form was a projection, an illusion.

As the local area began to suck in Aether from the earth's magnetic field the dark apparition faded and dispersed. In its place a halo of light grew in intensity. The interdimensional fracture in the rock below closed and healed.

A bright figure began to emerge as the dark cloud dispersed into the night air. Cloaked in robes of light, hooded, with the antlers of a stag, the original force had returned. His antlers had become a symbolic crown of thorns, as the distortion took hold of the psyche of mankind. The light was made dark, the truth was cloaked in lies.

They drew on the darkest, lowest vibration - itself a slave to the thoughts of living beings who would give it semi-material form on the surface of the planet. The disorder of man became entangled in the low-density vibration, and the two came to depend on each other for life and form.

The figure of light faded into the local field as we withdrew into our own dimension zone. The planet was transforming itself quicker than we had first realised.

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