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Dinosaurs, jungles and friends – Oh My!

dinoSlipping time,

Night adventures

Jungle friend

The dinosaur spread his wings and the light filtered through…

“Is this real or am I dreaming?”

“You’re in a different dimension, Gayle.”

Beltane!

just do it

googler

Boston Tragedy

Hard to imagine the horror, shock and betrayal in Boston today as two bombs went off near the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Medics and bystanders went into rescue mode to do what they could. So what underlies the increasing or seemingly increasing incidents of humanity’s crimes against humanity?


Having faced some other dimensional horrors recently, I spent some time meditating and seeking counsel of my peers. The best I can theorize at this time, it’s as if a time bomb as gone off in human consciousness. New Age teachers tell me that no longer are classes and tours filled. It’s “closing time.” The gatekeeper has deemed it.

Can we make a difference? Mostly by being aware and present where we are. Doing our work on this level. AND shifting lines of destiny among the sets of twelve.

The last rays of light illuminate the dark corridors of our minds. And among them – are bullies and terrorists.

Do your work. Say your prayers. and remain Aware.

Mystery School Review

[4/9/2013 8:31:37 PM] Louise Gilmore: Book Review
Mystery School
Gayle Clayton, 2013, AWS Publishing
Are you a seeker of the truth? Do you understand that to find the truth you must follow the twists and turns of your own path even if it feels more like stumbling than flying?
You can begin by learning about someone else’s path, but ultimately you can only experience the truth from the teachings of your own journey.
A book that acknowledges this spiritual law and refuses the typical self-help formulas of techniques, practice exercises and dot points is Gayle Clayton’s ‘Mystery School’.
It’s the story of her quest, first to find a teacher and then through the frustrations, insights and battles as that teacher refused to allow her, or anyone else in his workshops, to settle for less than they were capable of.
The teachings are there, but they creep into your awareness from unexpected directions. Clayton describes this as ‘holographic’ teaching. She challenges our unquestioned belief that ‘enlightenment’ is the ultimate outcome.
‘You may become transcendent’, she writes, ‘if not, the booby prize is enlightenment’. You have to read the book to find out why.
Clayton shares what she learned from years of training with her teacher. The topics include descriptions of building group energy, levels of consciousness, meditation, physics, ritual, tantra, karma, healing, the universe, myths and much more.
The challenge to the reader is to make your own sense of it.
Clayton is a mystic who has taught meditation, mystery school, and Egyptian cosmology at Omega Institute and written four other books on metaphysical subjects. She’s the holder of a BS in engineering and a MA in religion.
Order Mystery School as a download, from:

http://www.amazon.com/Mystery-School-ebook/dp/B00AWDWKEE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1357318490&sr=1-1&keywords=mystery+school

My Ally

My own teacher in the mystery school had many near-death experiences in his lifetime. He taught me that Death was an ally; if you could defeat Death then you were entitled to receive a gift from him. When faced with my own near death experience in a car accident, I remembered this teaching. Having temporarily left my body, I found my recently deceased teacher meeting me in a realm of golden light.

 

“Well, you can cross over now if you really want to.”

Relieved, these words reassured me as I had struggled a great deal in my life. Yet, Raja was making it all too easy for me to die. Having heard my thoughts, he smiled enigmatically at me.

 

“Of course, you might like to know what you had set out to accomplish this lifetime.”

 

With a sweep of his hand, he showed the scope of work I had agreed to do. Awestruck, I could hardly converse with him.

 

“Wow, that’s all very interesting. I never realized that it was possible to do that.”

 

“Well, you’ll get a chance when you go back.”

 

“Excuse me, but I’m not going back. To be reborn? To wake up again in that dense physical body? No way.”

 

“Or you could go back to this body…”

 

“O.K.”

 

In a flash, I had returned to lift up my injured head off of the steering wheel. My conversations with my teacher had not changed despite his death. I hadn’t thought to ask him how much pain and suffering I would endure in my return. And he hadn’t bothered to tell me.

Meeting an Old Friend at Night

 met Death last night… he was coming for my friend
[5:00:33 PM] Amarjah: had interesting conversation…
] Amarjah: I told him I recognized him this time… that he owed me a gift for my friend (her death is a blessing) and that she did good work this time
: Oh lucifer, your light is not unfamilar
[h: so what is it you want Lady
[5:01:51 PM] Amarjah: Health, happiness and abundance
ah: and what makes you think that I , the light in this world, should grant u this
[5:02:21 PM] Amarjah: because I hold the key to the twelve
[5:02:31 PM] Amarjah: and your entrance here comes thru that
[5:02:53 PM] Amarjah: (and I am replacing my friend in that circle)
[5:03:01 PM] Amarjah: with another student….
[5:h: So - what might I grant u in this world...for the work is ACTIVE in this world
aod
[5:03:45 PM] Amarjah: and the light moved over solomon’s farm… and the people danced in the street…
[5:04:06 PM] Amarjah: and food, a “Root house”, and Cherry moonshine brought them riches
[5:04:34 PM] Amarjah: Lucifer left – I will see you when it is her time…
[5:04:36 PM] Amarjah: done.

Thoughts R Things

At are fingertips or through voice commands, everything ever written, recorded, or photographed exists in a digital cloud. That amorphous cloud doesn’t exist in the air, but is in racks of silicon storage devices. Just like the olden days where memories, patterns, and knowledge were contained and transferred through organic quartz crystals.

Those electronic data farms are located in strategic parts of the world – some secreted away and others in plain view alongside the highways. Everything we ever recorded can be found within a few seconds. The akashic records but with a due date.

When the Internet begin it seemed an unlimited repository; now obsolete pages in Facebook of the deceased remain for a limited “memorial” time. I remember seeing the “last page of the Internet” early on in its creation Maybe things are not deleted, but are hidden by the sheer amount of data the search engines compile.

“If data/knowledge can’t be found, then does it exist?”

The Viking Crystal Guide

‘Viking sunstone’ found in shipwreck

A reconstructed Viking shipA clear view of the Sun was not necessary for Vikings to navigate, scientists believe

A crystal found in a shipwreck could be similar to a sunstone – a mythical navigational aid said to have been used by Viking mariners, scientists believe.

The team from France say the transparent crystal may have been used to locate the Sun even on cloudy days.

This could help to explain how the Vikings were able to navigate across large tracts of the sea – well before the invention of the magnetic compass.

However, a number of academics treat the sunstone theory with scepticism.

Viking legends

The team from the University of Rennes in France say they found the crystal while examining the wreck of a British ship sunk off the island of Alderney – in the English Channel – in 1592.

An oblong crystal the size of a cigarette packet was next to a pair of dividers – suggesting it was part of the navigational equipment.

It has now been shown that it is of Iceland spar – a form of calcite known for its property of diffracting light into two separate rays.

Testing a similar crystal, the scientists proved that by rotation it was possible to find the point where the two beams converge – indicating the direction of the Sun.

They say it works on cloudy days, and when the Sun has set.

This particular piece of Iceland spar was found on the British vessel long after the Viking heyday in the ninth and 10th Centuries.

But the scientists conjecture that use of sunstones may have persisted for many centuries as a back-up to the often unreliable magnetic compass, which was introduced in Europe in the 13th Century.

There is only a sketchy reference in the old Viking legends to the sunstone.

Vikings were seafarers from Scandinavia who used their longboats to explore and conquer parts of Europe, Greenland, Iceland, Russia and North America.

Flaming Pyramids on the Mountain Top

The quiet evening with few electromagnetic waves bombarding my presence meant a long sleep period. The dreams came again – themes of betrayal, hurt, and men who abuse. Yet in none of them were characters that I know from this life.

Is it archetypal clearing? Release of my old patterns? Cleansing of past lives?

The coyote howled and I opened one eye. The huge bed is set high and beside me the one-eyed cat stirred at my movement. There are no blinds or curtains on the windows. There are no neighbors and no need for privacy. Yet there was an orange-ish glow from outside.

Then the three legged dog wandered in and hopped easily up on the bed to stretch out beside me. I might as well wake up – dawn was approaching. Rolling onto my side, there it was – a flaming orange pyramid outside my bedroom window.

NOW I was awake. Pyramids hold a special place in my heart, but never in this lifetime have I seen one glowing from within.

Feet hit the floor, glasses found, and I stood at the window gazing upon this wonder.

Yep, the chicken house light was keeping the chickens warm.