THE IMMORTALITY OF REAL LIFE
SUSTAINS
AS
TAO’S SILENT CORE
∞
SINCE BEFORE/DURING/AFTER
THE FOREVER IMMORTALITY
OF
HUMANS’ PURE EVIL
IN ALL EONS AND DIMENSIONS
ew
2:42 AM-2/6/18
(see Read More
below afternoon photos
extensive quotes/resources/notes
re:
Hostage to the Devil
- Arthur Guirdham and more)
SUSTAINS
AS
TAO’S SILENT CORE
∞
SINCE BEFORE/DURING/AFTER
THE FOREVER IMMORTALITY
OF
HUMANS’ PURE EVIL
IN ALL EONS AND DIMENSIONS
ew
2:42 AM-2/6/18
(see Read More
below afternoon photos
extensive quotes/resources/notes
re:
Hostage to the Devil
- Arthur Guirdham and more)
AFTERNOON.................
Excerpts from:
The End of an Exorcist
Michael Strong - Conclusion
Hostage to the Devil
Malachi Martin
“Believe me, once you mess with Exorcism,
and above all if you don’t pull it off, something departs from you.
And the rest of you yearns to depart also.”
It did not seem a good moment to pursue his “waiting” to “depart.”
So I asked him about the Confrontation with Evil Spirit
in an exorcism.
What was it like?
What effects had it?
It was a meeting, he said, a personal meeting.
What the exorcist met in person was something that existed
in a state where the all-important,
the only, reality was a “living not.”
I wanted to stop and ponder that for a while,
but he went on to talk of a reality that is not beautiful,
not true,
not holy,
not pleasant,
not bright,
not warm,
not large,
not happy,
not anything positive.
I started to say that all this sounded like Hell
or how people used to describe Hell.
“No,” he interjected distinctly and firmly.
“That is Hell.
Just to be utterly alone and immutably without love.
Forever.”
In the exorcism the exorcist knew that what he was up against
existed in that state.
He just knew it.
The End of an Exorcist
Michael Strong - Conclusion
Hostage to the Devil
Malachi Martin
“Believe me, once you mess with Exorcism,
and above all if you don’t pull it off, something departs from you.
And the rest of you yearns to depart also.”
It did not seem a good moment to pursue his “waiting” to “depart.”
So I asked him about the Confrontation with Evil Spirit
in an exorcism.
What was it like?
What effects had it?
It was a meeting, he said, a personal meeting.
What the exorcist met in person was something that existed
in a state where the all-important,
the only, reality was a “living not.”
I wanted to stop and ponder that for a while,
but he went on to talk of a reality that is not beautiful,
not true,
not holy,
not pleasant,
not bright,
not warm,
not large,
not happy,
not anything positive.
I started to say that all this sounded like Hell
or how people used to describe Hell.
“No,” he interjected distinctly and firmly.
“That is Hell.
Just to be utterly alone and immutably without love.
Forever.”
In the exorcism the exorcist knew that what he was up against
existed in that state.
He just knew it.
The effect of all this?
I asked the question still very tentatively,
not wishing to increase any pain he had.
Did he feel he was in a box or a prison?
Did it make him dispirited and lose initiative?
The effects were far deeper, he said.
Years before in the seminary, he loved music, flowers, a good book.
He could laugh the loudest of all;
he enjoyed swimming, tennis, a good meal, and so on.
He loved children.
They made him happy, just to hear their voices.
And many other things he liked also-
singing and dancing and long walks,
and the sound of waves on the shore,
and smells such as new-mown hay,
flowers and grass after a light shower,
a turf fire in the early morning.
And he slept like a top.
Always he woke up ready for the world,
rain, hail, or shine.
After Thomas Wu’s exorcism was over, all that had changed.
No, it wasn’t age,
he answered some unvoiced remark of mine,
but something else.
The housekeeper appeared, and he nodded to her.
It was time for him to turn in.
She left.
I asked: “What does it really mean?”
I asked the question still very tentatively,
not wishing to increase any pain he had.
Did he feel he was in a box or a prison?
Did it make him dispirited and lose initiative?
The effects were far deeper, he said.
Years before in the seminary, he loved music, flowers, a good book.
He could laugh the loudest of all;
he enjoyed swimming, tennis, a good meal, and so on.
He loved children.
They made him happy, just to hear their voices.
And many other things he liked also-
singing and dancing and long walks,
and the sound of waves on the shore,
and smells such as new-mown hay,
flowers and grass after a light shower,
a turf fire in the early morning.
And he slept like a top.
Always he woke up ready for the world,
rain, hail, or shine.
After Thomas Wu’s exorcism was over, all that had changed.
No, it wasn’t age,
he answered some unvoiced remark of mine,
but something else.
The housekeeper appeared, and he nodded to her.
It was time for him to turn in.
She left.
I asked: “What does it really mean?”
He was standing up now.
The moon had risen over the back wall of the garden.
We both looked at it with upturned faces.
“You are never quite at home in this human world
ever again after an exorcism,”
he said slowly.
He sat down again and explained.
After an exorcism the exorcist hears and sees
and thinks and talks as he always did.
But now he perceives on two planes.
Spirit is everywhere.
Flesh and matter is only “our picture” of what’s there.
And it’s not all good.
There’s evil and good hidden in that “picture.”
After an exorcism you always know, if you didn’t know it before.
You are now walking with double vision,
a second sight,
as the old people used to say.
And the exorcist never really sleeps, not as he used to.
He dozes off.
Some deep part of him is keeping watch,
always watching,
and doesn’t want anything to escape him
even momentarily.
All sleep is escape.
And he knows that escape for him is impossible.
He eats, he must in order to stay alive.
And he breathes.
His heart beats on.
But he has a terrible option always:
not to breathe,
to let his heart stop.
The moon had risen over the back wall of the garden.
We both looked at it with upturned faces.
“You are never quite at home in this human world
ever again after an exorcism,”
he said slowly.
He sat down again and explained.
After an exorcism the exorcist hears and sees
and thinks and talks as he always did.
But now he perceives on two planes.
Spirit is everywhere.
Flesh and matter is only “our picture” of what’s there.
And it’s not all good.
There’s evil and good hidden in that “picture.”
After an exorcism you always know, if you didn’t know it before.
You are now walking with double vision,
a second sight,
as the old people used to say.
And the exorcist never really sleeps, not as he used to.
He dozes off.
Some deep part of him is keeping watch,
always watching,
and doesn’t want anything to escape him
even momentarily.
All sleep is escape.
And he knows that escape for him is impossible.
He eats, he must in order to stay alive.
And he breathes.
His heart beats on.
But he has a terrible option always:
not to breathe,
to let his heart stop.
“Father Michael, how are you?”
He said he was fine. He had a request to make.
Before my visit ended, I should remind him of it.
But he wanted first to say something further to me about the effects of the exorcism on him.
“It helps me to talk about it all”
-this by way of explanation.
It was the double vision: he had not defined it properly, he said.
I waited, because, as Michael spoke,
a wave of misery swept over his face.
The veil of immobility was withdrawn for an instant,
then fell back again.
For that quick instant I had seen a load of pain and sadness
framed in lines of a gently resolute hope.
His whole expression said:
I will not give up my trust,
although I have nothing to rely
on but that trust.
He said he was fine. He had a request to make.
Before my visit ended, I should remind him of it.
But he wanted first to say something further to me about the effects of the exorcism on him.
“It helps me to talk about it all”
-this by way of explanation.
It was the double vision: he had not defined it properly, he said.
I waited, because, as Michael spoke,
a wave of misery swept over his face.
The veil of immobility was withdrawn for an instant,
then fell back again.
For that quick instant I had seen a load of pain and sadness
framed in lines of a gently resolute hope.
His whole expression said:
I will not give up my trust,
although I have nothing to rely
on but that trust.
Then he went on to describe the double vision.
It was not like seeing another table beside the real table
or another wall beside the real wall.
It was not a vision of eyes or a hearing with your ears
or a touching with your hand.
It was another level of reality.
An exorcism sharpens your awareness of that reality, he said.
You know what stands behind and around
and beneath and above
all that is visible and tangible.
The intertwining cords of spirit appear everywhere.
Good and bad spirit.
Beauty and ugliness.
Holiness and sin.
God as a tremendous majesty.
Personal evil is a formidable force.
Nothing escapes those cords.
He fell silent at this point.
After a pause,
I could not resist asking him directly about his failure
to complete the exorcism of Thomas Wu.
Did it entail any special liability within this sphere of his double vision?
“Of course.”
The words were loaded with an ache and a distress which silenced me.
Once pronounced,
they hung in the air between us as silent signs of his suffering.
It was not like seeing another table beside the real table
or another wall beside the real wall.
It was not a vision of eyes or a hearing with your ears
or a touching with your hand.
It was another level of reality.
An exorcism sharpens your awareness of that reality, he said.
You know what stands behind and around
and beneath and above
all that is visible and tangible.
The intertwining cords of spirit appear everywhere.
Good and bad spirit.
Beauty and ugliness.
Holiness and sin.
God as a tremendous majesty.
Personal evil is a formidable force.
Nothing escapes those cords.
He fell silent at this point.
After a pause,
I could not resist asking him directly about his failure
to complete the exorcism of Thomas Wu.
Did it entail any special liability within this sphere of his double vision?
“Of course.”
The words were loaded with an ache and a distress which silenced me.
Once pronounced,
they hung in the air between us as silent signs of his suffering.
“I can now hate. I can choose to hate,” he said drily.
Before the exorcism of Wu, he had never even thought of hating.
Now, to hate was a living option for him.
Before the exorcism, he never even imagined
what it would be like really to despair.
Now it was a real option. “Real.” “Real.”
He repeated the word several times.
The idea of rejecting Jesus as a charlatan
now came to him as a real choice.
All those choices and others too unspeakable to mention
were like plates of food placed in front of him continually.
His pain was that he was forced to consider each one as a possibility.
Before,
he had them all banded together and thrown into a box,
and he had thrown away the key.
Now he had to take a taste of each one.
Slowly.
Realistically.
He stopped at a certain point, groping for an image.
It was, he finally said,
as if a mad wolf were allowed sniff and smell and nose
around his naked body,
always threatening to bite and crush,
always moving, moving, moving.
He bent his head on his hands.
There was a pause of about five minutes.
Before the exorcism of Wu, he had never even thought of hating.
Now, to hate was a living option for him.
Before the exorcism, he never even imagined
what it would be like really to despair.
Now it was a real option. “Real.” “Real.”
He repeated the word several times.
The idea of rejecting Jesus as a charlatan
now came to him as a real choice.
All those choices and others too unspeakable to mention
were like plates of food placed in front of him continually.
His pain was that he was forced to consider each one as a possibility.
Before,
he had them all banded together and thrown into a box,
and he had thrown away the key.
Now he had to take a taste of each one.
Slowly.
Realistically.
He stopped at a certain point, groping for an image.
It was, he finally said,
as if a mad wolf were allowed sniff and smell and nose
around his naked body,
always threatening to bite and crush,
always moving, moving, moving.
He bent his head on his hands.
There was a pause of about five minutes.
And all the waiting, I finally asked, why all the waiting?
He had failed in the exorcism,
but he had not accepted Satan or evil or hate.
Why, then, the perpetual waiting?
“Simply put, my young friend,” he said thickly,
“evil has power over us, some power.
And even when defeated and put to flight,
it scrapes you in passing by.
If you don’t defeat it, evil exacts a price of more terrible agony.
It rips a gash in the spirit with a filthy claw,
and some of its venom enters the veins of the soul.
As a price.
As a memory.
As a lesson.
A warning that it will return again.”
It was time to go. I stood up. He said nothing.
I touched him lightly on the forehead.
It was cold.
He had failed in the exorcism,
but he had not accepted Satan or evil or hate.
Why, then, the perpetual waiting?
“Simply put, my young friend,” he said thickly,
“evil has power over us, some power.
And even when defeated and put to flight,
it scrapes you in passing by.
If you don’t defeat it, evil exacts a price of more terrible agony.
It rips a gash in the spirit with a filthy claw,
and some of its venom enters the veins of the soul.
As a price.
As a memory.
As a lesson.
A warning that it will return again.”
It was time to go. I stood up. He said nothing.
I touched him lightly on the forehead.
It was cold.
As I went out, Breeda smiled at me:
“Now, young man, don’t worry about Father Michael.
He knows what he’s doin’.”
Somehow, this old woman understood more that I had ever understood.
Then I heard his voice calling after me:
“Malachi!
At the end, be sure and read Paul,
First Corinthians, Chapter 15, verses 50 to 58.
All of it.”
I hurried back into the study.
But he told me to go with the usual silent wave of the hand.
“Now, young man, don’t worry about Father Michael.
He knows what he’s doin’.”
Somehow, this old woman understood more that I had ever understood.
Then I heard his voice calling after me:
“Malachi!
At the end, be sure and read Paul,
First Corinthians, Chapter 15, verses 50 to 58.
All of it.”
I hurried back into the study.
But he told me to go with the usual silent wave of the hand.
Conclusion
....there was a tiny rattle in Michael’s throat.
The lips smiled faintly.
The eyes lost all light.
I felt sure Michael had partaken in Jesus’ victory over death
and that he had escaped death’s sting.
But he had, indeed, paid the price for his failure of years before.
We will never know the exact note of suffering
such a man as Michael Strong must undergo at dying,
for it lies in the spirit unattainable by our logic,
unimaginable by our fantasy,
impervious to any clever methodology we can devise.
But each exorcist could well have as his epitaph
the most noble phrase Jesus ever pronounced about human love:
“Greater love than this no man hath:
that a man lay down his life for his friend."
Excerpts from:
Hostage to the Devil
Malachi Martin
https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/vatican/esp_vatican27t.htm#Conclusion
....there was a tiny rattle in Michael’s throat.
The lips smiled faintly.
The eyes lost all light.
I felt sure Michael had partaken in Jesus’ victory over death
and that he had escaped death’s sting.
But he had, indeed, paid the price for his failure of years before.
We will never know the exact note of suffering
such a man as Michael Strong must undergo at dying,
for it lies in the spirit unattainable by our logic,
unimaginable by our fantasy,
impervious to any clever methodology we can devise.
But each exorcist could well have as his epitaph
the most noble phrase Jesus ever pronounced about human love:
“Greater love than this no man hath:
that a man lay down his life for his friend."
Excerpts from:
Hostage to the Devil
Malachi Martin
https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/vatican/esp_vatican27t.htm#Conclusion
(see Read More
below for
extensive quotes/resources/notes
re:
Hostage to the Devil-Martin Malachi
- Arthur Guirdham and more)
also see MORE from Martin Malachi and
The Smiler Archetype...the greatest of all "evil":
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/orgasmic-stillpoint-from-its-place-on-high-utter-banality-of-all-existence-february-9-2018
below for
extensive quotes/resources/notes
re:
Hostage to the Devil-Martin Malachi
- Arthur Guirdham and more)
also see MORE from Martin Malachi and
The Smiler Archetype...the greatest of all "evil":
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/orgasmic-stillpoint-from-its-place-on-high-utter-banality-of-all-existence-february-9-2018
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PRE SUNRISE NOTES
OES 2:15 AM
2:27 AM
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
MILESTONE by
7:43 AM-2/6/18
“The Hush of NOT”
“The kiss of pure evil”
has NOT been “tender”…
FINALLY seeing this for what it is,
without flowery illusions of being able to escape it
or make sunshine while surrounded by such constant human destruction.
Perhaps this morning is a deeper surrender into the
VAST SILENCE
which creates pr rather ALLOWS Original Life WITHOUT destruction…
or maybe this IS the destruction of all in this consciousness/life
that impedes Real Life….
THE IMMORTALITY OF REAL LIFE
SUSTAINS
AS
TAO’S SILENT CORE
∞
SINCE BEFORE/DURING/AFTER
THE FOREVER IMMORTALITY
OF
HUMANS’ PURE EVIL
IN ALL EONS AND DIMENSIONS
ew
2:42 AM-2/6/18
The truth is I am NOT as physically ill as we used to be.
Even if a One is no longer physically and desperately ill
Ignorance of evil, allows debilitating physical maladies…
unto death in all realms…
…sometime quickly, sometimes slowly..
… the fact that
One is often NOT so physically ill
(and/or NOT noticing evil’s result in physical worlds)
is also a “fooler” of the Smiler Archetype*…
that greatest most deceitful types of evil:
The Smiler
(within or without)
that
Smiles in/of/as or towards a One
(and all dimensions of life)
while sticking a knife in back that
bleeds out life force and parasites all Real Life.**
dmm note
2:57 AM-2/6/18
See:
**Paul Levy – Wetiko Virus
http://www.awakeninthedream.com/dispelling-wetiko/
*Hostage to the Devil
Arthur Guirdham
https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/vatican/esp_vatican27.htm
https://ellisctaylor.com/2016/01/09/new-years-eve-without-arthur-guirdham/
Evils’ Tender Kiss
dmm/elizabeth walker
Woman learns how to hate in proportion as she--forgets how to charm.
*
He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Beyond Good and Evil
https://www.marxists.org/reference/archive/nietzsche/1886/beyond-good-evil/ch04.htm
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There are individuals and families prone to disaster, in the form of death, disease or tragedy of some kind. It is significant that, in particular, persons prone to disaster are often exceptionally good people who least of all merit the tortures they endure. Does a person contrive his own hell because his capacity to emanate goodness attracts towards him the forces and agents of darkness as a magnet attracts iron fillings? Or one’s hell might originate in past incarnations”. page 27
Paradise Found. Reflections on Psychic Survival
https://ellisctaylor.com/2016/01/09/new-years-eve-without-arthur-guirdham/
“It is a toxic lie in the soul, poisoning our deepest tissues, to believe we make our own hells. This is a lie engendered by priestly and secular pundits to hide the fact that, through no fault of our own, we are involved in a pattern we cannot alter, that in our darkest moments this pattern appears to us a trap and a predicament, but nevertheless, it is the destiny of each one of us to make our way through it. […] Whatever our aptitudes we go on reincarnating until we have learnt finally, by the multiplicity of our pains and the subtleties of our joys, that we would be better off elsewhere.” page 34
Arthur Guirdham
Paradise Found. Reflections on Psychic Survival
https://ellisctaylor.com/2016/01/09/new-years-eve-without-arthur-guirdham/
“…do what I might, I was destined to receive into my heart the spears of the world’s evil. I knew I had done it in the high temple so many hundreds of years back, that it was given to me to absorb in my being the evil and tension that made others sick, and, under the beautiful, indifferent moon, I was afraid but in a distant and impersonal way because I knew that there was nothing I could do to avoid it.” page 92
Arthur Guirdham
The Island
https://ellisctaylor.com/2016/01/09/new-years-eve-without-arthur-guirdham/
“After that there was nothing in the cave but an unbreathing darkness and the conviction, almost concrete, that I was an instrument designed to draw all the evil of the world upon myself and that it was concentrated on me in this moment. Now I was beyond the grip of the Furies. The fall of Orpheus has been easier. He had only suffered at the hands of possessed human entities. I felt all the darkness in the world running through my veins instead of blood. Then suddenly, simply, with a great heave of the earth, in which sound, like a great curse, replaced the force of evil, the night came down and the world had ended”. pages 172-173
Arthur Guirdham
The Island
https://ellisctaylor.com/2016/01/09/new-years-eve-without-arthur-guirdham/
“I cannot discuss here the mechanism whereby the torment of years can cease after a single meeting with another being. I can only say that if the relief is to be immediate, as in a case like D’s, you must encounter the right being and probably only one exists for you. By right being one means not anyone specially gifted, or with great skill and insight. The person you meet you must have met before and suffered with, or from, or even caused to suffer. Of course, if you meet a saint or a great healer, your nightmares may cease, like any other torments, suddenly, completely, like the stopping of a clock. But when symptoms cease on meeting such as I, the sufferer is depending on the impact of two psyches which have met before and have still something to say to each other”. page 76
“Silent Union. A Record of Unwilled Communication”
by Francis Eaglesfield (Arthur Guirdham’’s pseudonym)
– London Stuart & Watkins 1966
https://ellisctaylor.com/2016/01/09/new-years-eve-without-arthur-guirdham/
“For such things to happen is wonderful. You must be thankful for them and forget them as quickly as possible. Just one or two, that’s enough for a lifetime”. “Why?” “Because a single such experience goes on and on. It reverberates throughout the world. Just one full contact and the good which arises from it is endless.” “You really believe that such contact can spread?” “It can keep on spreading. It can go on forever”. page 47
“Silent Union. A Record of Unwilled Communication”
by Francis Eaglesfield (Arthur Guirdham’’s pseudonym)
– London Stuart & Watkins 1966
https://ellisctaylor.com/2016/01/09/new-years-eve-without-arthur-guirdham/
HOSTAGE TO THE DEVIL
https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/vatican/esp_vatican27.htm
See
on above page:
The Fate of an Exorcist
The Case of Michael Strong on above page
here’s direct link for that page
The Fate of an Exorcist
https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/vatican/esp_vatican27b.htm#Michael%20Strong%20-%20Part%20I
In each case, one basic note of possession is confusion. Sex is confused with gender.
Spirit is confused with psyche. Moral value is confused with absence of any value.
Mystery is confused with untruth.
And, in every case, rational argument is used, not to clarify,
but as a trap, to foster confusion
and to nurture it as a major weapon against the exorcist.
Confusion, it would seem, is a prime weapon of evil.
https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/vatican/esp_vatican27b.htm#Michael%20Strong%20-%20Part%20I
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Note Received
5:44 AM-2/6/18
I have been whirrring of different visions of you in my house. I guess that is bad, but I love it....
Not sure I like motorized vehicles on that beautiful beach. I hope that is a very rare case.
My Response:
5:51 AM-2/6/18
NO! NO!....at least in my most Authentic Realms of Being, that whirring in your house you speak of is NOT "bad"...that is PURE, UNSULLIED, UNCONTAMINATED LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
....AND ALSO MY DEEPEST KNOWINGS:
THIS IS SO IMPORTANT AS THE VAST PLANETARY/GALAXY CHANGES ARE CONTINUING TO PICK UP SPEED....
...and IF you could have seen the PURE JOY in that child's smile on that 4-wheeler you would have also levitated. I swar i did NOT hear the sound of a motor...am only now realizing that as we write this to you....that child's SMILE and JOY erased ALL impediments to Real Life..... which would have been caustic motor sound IF i had heard it!
and YES, your Smile and all types of your whirrings help do the same for me....THIS IS SO RARE FOR ME!!!
beyond words rare.
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This is the note in from R
8:25 AM-2/5/17
Just love the bike. Interesting as I am debating purchasing one as my legs are getting , oh God, Flabby !
I’ve been in a weird place. Been sleeping a lot, sort of cocoonish, not down, not up.
Good news is my pain from back almost all gone and I feel relief flowing through all my fiber like a deep healing breath.
I’m selling the plane. One more chapter closing. Another “ The end” feeling blindly for beginnings...
Delayed my trip over as waiting for calmer weather.
Hugs
R
My Note to R
6:20 AM-2/6/18
pre-sunrise
well, in "my books, my deepest Core" what you are describing about you in this note is HUGE! YES?
the fact back is better and it's this way...so beautifully described by you:
"pain from back almost all gone
and
I feel relief flowing through all my fiber like a deep healing breath."
THIS IS SO SO SO HUGE AND THAT YOU COMPARE IT TO BREATH.
...ONE OF THE BEST WAYS TO UNDERSTAND 'GOD' IS 'BREATH'..
AS YOU WELL KNOW!!
WOW!
OUR LITERAL DNA IS SHIFTING AND CHANGING IF WE KNOW TO ALLOW THAT...
AND LOTS OF "SLEEP" IS IMPORTANT SO OUR PHYSICAL BODIES CAN RECEIVE THE DIVINE ATTUNEMENTS THAT ARE REQUIRED RIGHT NOW DUE TO GALAXY SHIFTS/CHANGES.
And then this from you:
I’m selling the plane.
One more chapter closing.
Another “ The end”
feeling blindly for beginnings...
Delayed my trip over as waiting for calmer weather.
OMG....that says it All!!!!
just Thunders all thru me as such Truth!!!
and you say it in so few words!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
that "plane" of course symbolizes TONS in your life..
....and also how you and your flying
is still "talk of the town"...and much more re: you....
so here's a Quantum "me too" with my own versions
of what you so succinctly
"point towards" in those words.....
"feeling blindly for beginnings"
at least for me
IS
y/our "beginnings" as
a totally Unsullied, Unveiled
Authentic Being
of Original Core Consciousness
The Original Akashic Core
Primordial Being
just More than words can ever say...
we planet entried with that intact...
and it cannot be destroyed with Ones such as you/me
well, will say that for "me" yet i SO Sense
this is Truth of Being for you too!
but that's Really for you to say..
I have such a Sense of Relief
but still cautious...have been veiled to save my life all of many lifetimes...
but NOW know that's a big divine joke too.
that CORE could NEVER be destroyed....
even though the flesh could be.
i am so so so grateful to know you this time around!!!!!
dmm
!!!!PS!!!!
how many, many years has it been that you've had such back pain?????
WOW again!
and this has just NOW reminded me that MY BREATHING is NOW...(and for some wks) mostly as clear and unfettered as i can remember in this whole lifetime, or at least since childhood whooping cough....
there have been clear times thruout this lifetime,
but this Breathing now feels like how you describe your back pain shift.
We are the Great Breather's Breath!!!!!
i used to say/Experience
when Great Breather exhales that's my bodily inhale
when Great Breather inhales, that's my bodily exhale.
About a month ago Realized
my bodily breath is SAME as Great Breather!!!
(perhaps like what you are saying:
I feel relief flowing through all my fiber like a deep healing breath.)
This symbolized a Great Change here and we're
still getting Acclimated to this..and with great JOY, even when
all hell is Happening in the surrounding very serious soap opera dramas
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7:30 AM
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Post Sunrise
“THAT’S YOUR PROBLEM”
On Way to sunrise am telling native man that “man is amazing, though difficult beyond belief at times…”
Native man cuts me off sharply and with Eternal Clarity exploding strongly:
“That’s YOUR problem”…
& no other words!
…was so Stunned with Truth of that I walked off, then was turned around, literally NOT by my volition, to tell the man how Correct he was and “It went deep”!
He says he told man the same thing years ago
when the produce stand was open…
(had to be when man was saying same thing about me…which I had also previously mentioned to Native Man this morning)
Have returned DIFFERENT….no “I” more than ever.
LIGHTNESS and EASE, ERRORTLESS..
...ooops 'typo' for...
EFFORTLESS EASE of BEING
goes along with what Wrote to Rosie earlier this morning
BEFORE SUNRISE
only right at the last at sunrise stroll
do we REMEMBER THAT WE DID A MORE FORMAL
RE-SURRENDER INTO TAO CORE/GOD ALONE CORE YESTERDAY
and now
7:48 AM
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
just Re-Realizing how VITAL
it has been pre-sunrise to
reSaturate with
Arthur Guirdham via websites
we had never seen before.
Both Malachi Martin
Hostage to the Devil
&
MANY Arthur Guirdham books
have helped to save this life for years
..probably since the mid-late 1980's
when One did NOT mention these subjects out loud....
and still rarely do.
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