I was asking Petunia about romantic love in her world, and she said "what's that?"
Well, I said, you don't have situations where people fall in love, and then live happily ever after? And then she laughed, in that ever so unusual way that she does, and said, no they don't fall in and out of love, because love isn't something that one falls in and out of, and they are already in the state of love, so what would be the point?
She said, your idea of romantic love is a movie plot, and it is always the same plot. They meet, they fall in love, they breakup, they get back together, roll credits. But to play the roll it has to go on and on in the same process, breakup, get back together, breakup, get back together, till finally you give it up or find someone new and start over. Sure, there is something in the chemical analysis of breaking apart (separation) and reuniting again, but it doesn't have to played out in that manner to achieve the desired affect.
In other words, if you already love yourself, then there isn't ever a reason to create breaking apart, because there isn't anything to break apart. But you can experience the constant feeling of coming back together, because it is like finding other pieces of yourself to cherish. And it is never limited to certain individuals, because what would be the point of that also? You would want to find as many pieces of yourself as you can to cherish, with no limitations of expression.
They don't have marriage as we know it, they have agreements to be together when they want to be together, and the freedom to do otherwise. There is never a search for "the one," cause there isn't just one, there is an all that blends into the one you already are, and the chemical release expands all the time.
Anyway, it's a lot less rules to have to learn, remember, and play by.
Thanks, Petunia, for another bud of information.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
ROTE learning - a view of the future from the now
R.O.T.E.
A term created by Robert Monroe that means "Thought Balls". R.O.T.E. stands for Related Organized Thought Energy which is transferred from one soul to another.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
ROTE learning - a view of the future from the past
The National Library of France has an amazing collection of prints from 1910 which depict life in the year 2000. They are credited to Villemard.
paleo-future.blogspot.com/2007/09/french-prints-show-year...
paleo-future.blogspot.com/2007/09/french-prints-show-year...
time travel
I get it; the movement is through time, or time frames, not through space. It is time that is malleable. So time travel is much different than what I previously thought, where one had to get into a physical machine and travel through space via H.G. Wells, up or down the time line, to arrive somewhere else in time. And that idea set up many paradoxes, like in ‘Back to the Future.’
Every now moment would have its own past and future, constructed in that moment, and pertinent to only that moment. I’ve actually had that experience in a lucid dream. I was about four years old walking down an unfamiliar street, ready to bust out into all manner of tearfulness cause I realized I was lost. And then I spotted something vaguely familiar, a house I knew something about. And then my memory began to expand, and I recalled a playmate that lived in that particular house and I expanded that into remembering her siblings and her parents and her backyard. And I remembered the times we would play together, and how we went back and forth between her house and mine through a hole in the fence that bordered our properties. Suddenly I was comforted because I knew exactly where I was as my home was directly behind that house that was so familiar.
But at the same time, in a different level of awareness, I also knew that I had created that memory. I suppose every dream is like walking into the middle of the movie, with no beginning and no end, just a setting and situation, and whatever action I determine to be taken. And so it is with the future also, a creation in the now moment, as the moment moves forward. So to change the terminology of that future, I would say it would be more like a selection of different probabilities, invented in the moment, and then one probability acted upon.
And a future focus is simply another sideways timeframe, running alongside mine as a movie or a story or something to that effect. Petunia nods. So if I lived for one hundred more years, I would never really catch up to your reality, but in another sense I’m already there as a different viewpoint. Is that it?
Petunia nods again.
Could you say something here, Petunia. I’m beginning to develop a headache.
But in a sense she says, your reality could become my reality, as you incorporate my ideas into your creation of reality.
So in a way I could get to you, but you’d still be a hundred years older than me, and how would I find you?
Step sideways, and you’re already there.
Oh. So remembory doesn’t work like I thought either, cause it feels as though I’m remembering you now. Like in some sort of expansion of my mind self.
Petunia nods.
I need some Ibuprofen.
She says, you’re projected here all the time from the sleep state.
So that’s what that was about?
Yes.
But I can’t stay when in the waking state?
You can however, recall the feeling.
Yes.
Hold to that.
Thanks. That kind of time travel is rather convenient, I say, I mean it doesn’t have to be a hundred years, it could be tomorrow. I could project to any where, any time, and have no recall of how I got from here to there. Like I’ve just completely forgotten the fourteen hour plane trip. And it still would be a very valid sideways movement. Yes?
Yes.
I like that. It’s so very ‘Twilight Zone.’
Every now moment would have its own past and future, constructed in that moment, and pertinent to only that moment. I’ve actually had that experience in a lucid dream. I was about four years old walking down an unfamiliar street, ready to bust out into all manner of tearfulness cause I realized I was lost. And then I spotted something vaguely familiar, a house I knew something about. And then my memory began to expand, and I recalled a playmate that lived in that particular house and I expanded that into remembering her siblings and her parents and her backyard. And I remembered the times we would play together, and how we went back and forth between her house and mine through a hole in the fence that bordered our properties. Suddenly I was comforted because I knew exactly where I was as my home was directly behind that house that was so familiar.
But at the same time, in a different level of awareness, I also knew that I had created that memory. I suppose every dream is like walking into the middle of the movie, with no beginning and no end, just a setting and situation, and whatever action I determine to be taken. And so it is with the future also, a creation in the now moment, as the moment moves forward. So to change the terminology of that future, I would say it would be more like a selection of different probabilities, invented in the moment, and then one probability acted upon.
And a future focus is simply another sideways timeframe, running alongside mine as a movie or a story or something to that effect. Petunia nods. So if I lived for one hundred more years, I would never really catch up to your reality, but in another sense I’m already there as a different viewpoint. Is that it?
Petunia nods again.
Could you say something here, Petunia. I’m beginning to develop a headache.
But in a sense she says, your reality could become my reality, as you incorporate my ideas into your creation of reality.
So in a way I could get to you, but you’d still be a hundred years older than me, and how would I find you?
Step sideways, and you’re already there.
Oh. So remembory doesn’t work like I thought either, cause it feels as though I’m remembering you now. Like in some sort of expansion of my mind self.
Petunia nods.
I need some Ibuprofen.
She says, you’re projected here all the time from the sleep state.
So that’s what that was about?
Yes.
But I can’t stay when in the waking state?
You can however, recall the feeling.
Yes.
Hold to that.
Thanks. That kind of time travel is rather convenient, I say, I mean it doesn’t have to be a hundred years, it could be tomorrow. I could project to any where, any time, and have no recall of how I got from here to there. Like I’ve just completely forgotten the fourteen hour plane trip. And it still would be a very valid sideways movement. Yes?
Yes.
I like that. It’s so very ‘Twilight Zone.’
state of grace
I woke up to everything was right, that there was no way for anything to be wrong. This was a feeling, and it was unique, like nothing I've ever experienced before. Just for a few seconds, those seconds where one tries to recapture a dream before it begins to dissipate into the ethers, I caught a feeling glimpse of Petunia's reality. The problem with this is that there is nothing to compare it with. Perhaps its counterpart where one wakes with a gut level feeling that something is deadly wrong and they can't put their finger on it. But that description is so opposite, that it hardly applies. Funny that a state of grace would be so unfamiliar and indescribable.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Time not Space
"Projections Through Time" (audio)
Margot / Vicki / Elias
http://web.mac.com/lfdeale/iWeb/Site/Podcast/DA0F8830-9874-4A4C-99D3-C0EA4BDC9D03.html
Margot / Vicki / Elias
http://web.mac.com/lfdeale/iWeb/Site/Podcast/DA0F8830-9874-4A4C-99D3-C0EA4BDC9D03.html
Sunday, September 9, 2007
anniversary day
This is my anniversary, me and the Dead Guy, although he hardly ever remembers and never sends flowers. I've had better luck with Elvis, rather than Elias, at least Elvis will pose with me for a photograph.
It is my anniversary date because in a moment of inspiration I decided I wanted a milestone date to celebrate. A date to remind me that I had made a commitment to comprehend and assimilate the material as best I could. So the date I selected was 9/9/99, and I arranged my first celebration by visiting a psychic just for the fun of it, and then having dinner at a nice restaurant.
This anniversary day I shall be having dinner once again, minus the need for the psychic appointment, as she can't really tell me in advance what I'm going to create. Besides, I can take the worth and invest in my own self-trust fund, and then allow for the normal appreciation of value as I take stock in myself. That works very nicely.
I don't think my story is unusual as I've heard it several times in Seth groups. In fact my early story almost matches the story that Jerry Hicks tells. I found Seth in a library in Las Vegas, rather than in Phoenix like Jerry. But close enough.
I actually was pulling out the book next to 'Seth Speaks,' when the Seth book came out instead and almost fell on my head. You know how they pack those things like sardines. I figured it was some sort of message to myself, which it was. I quickly glanced through it, and almost didn't check it out because it was channeled material, and I didn't trust that weird method at the time. But there was something intriguing about it.
And that began the insatiable desire to know more. My next Seth book was 'Nature of Personal Reality,' and then I was off and running. I had to, just had to, read every Jane Roberts book, sometimes searching though used book stores when they were out of print and hard to find. They were treasures, and I still have them all.
Not that I actually understood it. Sometimes I'd read a couple of pages and then have to sleep for a while, but that Sumari hook was well imbedded, and I couldn't seem to wiggle free. The only problem for me was that I had no one to talk to. If I mentioned the concepts that I had learned, I just got weird stares, and anyone I gave a Seth book to never read it, so the promise of conversation soon dissolved. I just assumed I was alone on this vision quest, and continued on as a closet Sethie.
Then along came the information highway, and one day as I was surfing I got the notion to search on Seth/Jane Roberts. What a pleasure it was for me to discover that I wasn't the only one, as there were many websites. I found one with a mailing list, and I was off and running again. Then one day I received a personal email from someone named Daryl, asking me if I was aware that the Seth material was being channeled again. She said it wasn't exactly Seth, but more like a Seth update, and she included the one website address.
Oh my, I felt like I was back at line one. There was at least 300 transcripts for me to read, which at the time I thought was an overwhelming task, as I read them in order. And then there was brand new terminology and concepts. It does take a while to become fluent in EliasSpeak. And just what was this 'essence family game' that they were playing? I'd never get that, it was too foreign, so I just skipped over those parts.
Today I say, "you've come a long way, baby! Happy Anniversary."
It is my anniversary date because in a moment of inspiration I decided I wanted a milestone date to celebrate. A date to remind me that I had made a commitment to comprehend and assimilate the material as best I could. So the date I selected was 9/9/99, and I arranged my first celebration by visiting a psychic just for the fun of it, and then having dinner at a nice restaurant.
This anniversary day I shall be having dinner once again, minus the need for the psychic appointment, as she can't really tell me in advance what I'm going to create. Besides, I can take the worth and invest in my own self-trust fund, and then allow for the normal appreciation of value as I take stock in myself. That works very nicely.
I don't think my story is unusual as I've heard it several times in Seth groups. In fact my early story almost matches the story that Jerry Hicks tells. I found Seth in a library in Las Vegas, rather than in Phoenix like Jerry. But close enough.
I actually was pulling out the book next to 'Seth Speaks,' when the Seth book came out instead and almost fell on my head. You know how they pack those things like sardines. I figured it was some sort of message to myself, which it was. I quickly glanced through it, and almost didn't check it out because it was channeled material, and I didn't trust that weird method at the time. But there was something intriguing about it.
And that began the insatiable desire to know more. My next Seth book was 'Nature of Personal Reality,' and then I was off and running. I had to, just had to, read every Jane Roberts book, sometimes searching though used book stores when they were out of print and hard to find. They were treasures, and I still have them all.
Not that I actually understood it. Sometimes I'd read a couple of pages and then have to sleep for a while, but that Sumari hook was well imbedded, and I couldn't seem to wiggle free. The only problem for me was that I had no one to talk to. If I mentioned the concepts that I had learned, I just got weird stares, and anyone I gave a Seth book to never read it, so the promise of conversation soon dissolved. I just assumed I was alone on this vision quest, and continued on as a closet Sethie.
Then along came the information highway, and one day as I was surfing I got the notion to search on Seth/Jane Roberts. What a pleasure it was for me to discover that I wasn't the only one, as there were many websites. I found one with a mailing list, and I was off and running again. Then one day I received a personal email from someone named Daryl, asking me if I was aware that the Seth material was being channeled again. She said it wasn't exactly Seth, but more like a Seth update, and she included the one website address.
Oh my, I felt like I was back at line one. There was at least 300 transcripts for me to read, which at the time I thought was an overwhelming task, as I read them in order. And then there was brand new terminology and concepts. It does take a while to become fluent in EliasSpeak. And just what was this 'essence family game' that they were playing? I'd never get that, it was too foreign, so I just skipped over those parts.
Today I say, "you've come a long way, baby! Happy Anniversary."
Friday, September 7, 2007
total recall
THE IDEA OF FUTURE IS AN ILLUSION
In actuality, there is no future. There is no next moment. There is no next week. There is no next month. There is no next year. It is all occurring now, and in that now, you create different choices. Elias – 710
Starship Cruise
Hello Sharon/Petunia
I think Petunia's life sounds just brilliant. She must find our lives chaotic and somewhat bazaar. I love the way people gravitate to different communities. I think they must play about with being part of communities like Petunia's Tumoldy place. I imagine that there could be, say sumafi communities for eg. and combinations of these and the community that like machines. Without the restrictions we place on ourselves through our beliefs, there would be no limits on which way they choose to live. Gosh, imagine the many, many possibilities! Some like serenity others like excitment and challenge, who gets bored. If so then they move on.
When I was exploring a near future focus, Anya who is still shifting later in this century. I got an impession of hi-tec style buildings not to unlike some of the ones we have now and got the impression that there are less people in the world and a more peaceful world at that.
I have 323 focuses in this dimension and feel there are more focused in the future than past, hence my likings for sci-fi. I think I may have at least one focus in Petunia's time and we all work beautiful magic. :-) Fiona
This reminds me of the Starship Cruise that Petunia was telling me about. This is a cruise ship based on the Star Trek Enterprise that explores our solar system and beyond. "And this is a real vacation," she whispers, because similar to the theme of 'Total Recall,' you take a vacation from what you know as yourself.
There is some programming involved where you would select your preferences and level of excitement and adventure, but from then on it is pure surprise. No two people have the same experience, but it is definitely satisfaction guaranteed. She's never heard of a complaint. I think you might like that too.
All aboard.
Love,
Share
When I was exploring a near future focus, Anya who is still shifting later in this century. I got an impession of hi-tec style buildings not to unlike some of the ones we have now and got the impression that there are less people in the world and a more peaceful world at that.
I have 323 focuses in this dimension and feel there are more focused in the future than past, hence my likings for sci-fi. I think I may have at least one focus in Petunia's time and we all work beautiful magic. :-) Fiona
This reminds me of the Starship Cruise that Petunia was telling me about. This is a cruise ship based on the Star Trek Enterprise that explores our solar system and beyond. "And this is a real vacation," she whispers, because similar to the theme of 'Total Recall,' you take a vacation from what you know as yourself.
There is some programming involved where you would select your preferences and level of excitement and adventure, but from then on it is pure surprise. No two people have the same experience, but it is definitely satisfaction guaranteed. She's never heard of a complaint. I think you might like that too.
All aboard.
Love,
Share
is there a future for me?
the present always follows the future.
For you project your attention to the future and subsequently, or after you are projecting to the future, you turn your attention to the now. Therefore, what is the future but the past? (Laughs) Elias - 1374
the present always follows the future.
Therefore, what is the future? If the present follows the future, if the present is after the future, what is the future? Elias - 1402
For you project your attention to the future and subsequently, or after you are projecting to the future, you turn your attention to the now. Therefore, what is the future but the past? (Laughs) Elias - 1374
the present always follows the future.
Therefore, what is the future? If the present follows the future, if the present is after the future, what is the future? Elias - 1402
the meaning of life is that it has no meaning, it just has life
So when I was down for the count, I didn't just receive help from my future focus of Petunia, who was johnny on the spot to remind me that anyone can talk to their individual cells and adjust their own DNA. "It may take you a while," she said, as those beliefs sink into my own trust of self, and work their way down to the core of my basic belief structure. But she enforced, "you know how much faith I have in you."
Ankhesenamun also chimed in with support Egyptian style. Ankhe for short, says her name means in a rough translation, 'life is in the living of it.' And life for her is the movement of electro-magnetic energy. "It's a river with a current. Current like in electricity, and if you hold energy anywhere it creates resistance, which creates heat, which creates pain. So you have to keep it moving."
She was the one that told me about the ankh being an all-purpose tuning fork, and how it is used by her to also direct energy in certain manners. But when I asked if I had her outstanding healing talent, she said, 'Yes and no. It was more a matter of being born into a culture where the core belief system is that you are the electricity, rather than it's over there, up there, in those wires." "But that shouldn't stop you," she added, "you already know how to run energy, and besides, you know how much faith I have in you."
Hmmmm. Where have I heard that before?
Ankhesenamun also chimed in with support Egyptian style. Ankhe for short, says her name means in a rough translation, 'life is in the living of it.' And life for her is the movement of electro-magnetic energy. "It's a river with a current. Current like in electricity, and if you hold energy anywhere it creates resistance, which creates heat, which creates pain. So you have to keep it moving."
She was the one that told me about the ankh being an all-purpose tuning fork, and how it is used by her to also direct energy in certain manners. But when I asked if I had her outstanding healing talent, she said, 'Yes and no. It was more a matter of being born into a culture where the core belief system is that you are the electricity, rather than it's over there, up there, in those wires." "But that shouldn't stop you," she added, "you already know how to run energy, and besides, you know how much faith I have in you."
Hmmmm. Where have I heard that before?
the atmosphere of atmosphere
> It is NOT a matter of the thickness of it, but the awareness in that
> somehow one is more a part of the flow of the atmosphere, and both
> move together in accord. It lends itself to soothing comfort and a
> natural state of grace or harmony.
>
> I've had lucid dreams where the affect is much the same. I know that
> the creation of my image of my physical self and the creation of the
> environment where I find myself are one in the same. I feel no
> separation between the two, like I do within the waking state. I'm
> also aware of me as the creator of the dream, and the dream itself as
> being the same thing. It does not feel thicker, but more immersed or
> part of the whole.
Share, this is how I understood your 'fluid' description too, and I immediately referenced this feeling from my own lucid dreams, cuz this is exactly how it feels. :) It's lovely to know that this is how the atmosphere will adapt as we all realize our borderless connections. In fact, I just had one of these dreams yesterday morning. Some backstory first: My husband is a chef, and both of us really dig the chef/writer/food-lover-and-adventurer Anthony Bourdain. I catch his shows all the time where he travels around and explores cuisine and native foods around the globe. Well, I had commented to Phil the night before how sexy I think he (Phil, husband) and Anthony (and most male chefs) look when they are dressed out in their white chef coats, white apron and standing at the stove flipping their saucepans (ya know how you flick your wrist to make the food in it do little sommersaults *grin*). hahaha! Nothin sexier than a handsome man in the kitchen preparing beautiful, sensual food for ya!! ;) So anyway, the next morning I had this lucid dream right before I woke up. From my journal notes: "I know that I am selected to work with a famous chef. I'm with 2 other women, we are sitting in a booth at a unique deli kind of place. I notice lots and lots of details around me. We are waiting for our apprenticeship to start. Our mentor walks in and slides in to the booth to sit across from me. The other 2 women start to cry and hug him with fanatical tears streaming down their faces. I just smile and say, 'Hey, man, what's up?' and reach over the table for a handshake and a friendly hug. He is tall, thin, dark eyes, and medium-long dark, wavy hair. Handsome!! He has a delicious italian accent. I am not 'hearing' all teh words everyone is saying around me, but I'm understanding the energy and it appears Chef has selected only me to participate in the apprenticeship. He says graciously to the other 2 women, 'Perhaps another time,' with a charming smile. We take off, walking very quickly thru a huge warehouse-like market. Produce, nuts, supplies, etc etc of all shapes, colors, textures. We walk side by side with our arm wrapped around each other's waists, as we breeze around; I'm almost flying as my toes are barely touching the floor; a wonderful energy of dance and cooperation, as we go around selecting fresh ingredients for our dishes. We are laughing, talking, really enjoying our connection. We pass a big window and see row after row of live, miniature animals: baby giraffes 5 inches high, woodpeckers, etc. I'm slightly appalled, but I realize 'someone somewhere I guess finds them delicious.' I wake up. It is one minute before my alarm is due to go off. :) LORENZO?!!!" hahahaha!! Lorenzo is a future focus of Patel's who is a longtime partner of my future focus Francesca. They live in Italy (Tuscan hills, but they also create living right on the ocean too) and they both connect with me daily. I don't get 'instruction' either from them, (unless I ask) but lots of support and encouragement and fun flirting. It was the fluidity of the air and our movements in it that was dead on with what Sharon was describing. Like, there was less or no friction and we glided and slid and almost danced or hovered around the many aisles. :) hahhahaha! So cool! I love this stuff! xoxoxoxo Michele
LORENZO?!!!
Oh My! I could easily go there. Turn left at the shell station?
BAHAHAHAHAHA!
Lovin' it,
Oh yes, and back to the atmosphere thingy, I couldn't have explained it better. That is just one magnificent example.
Share
Share, this is how I understood your 'fluid' description too, and I immediately referenced this feeling from my own lucid dreams, cuz this is exactly how it feels. :) It's lovely to know that this is how the atmosphere will adapt as we all realize our borderless connections. In fact, I just had one of these dreams yesterday morning. Some backstory first: My husband is a chef, and both of us really dig the chef/writer/food-lover-and-adventurer Anthony Bourdain. I catch his shows all the time where he travels around and explores cuisine and native foods around the globe. Well, I had commented to Phil the night before how sexy I think he (Phil, husband) and Anthony (and most male chefs) look when they are dressed out in their white chef coats, white apron and standing at the stove flipping their saucepans (ya know how you flick your wrist to make the food in it do little sommersaults *grin*). hahaha! Nothin sexier than a handsome man in the kitchen preparing beautiful, sensual food for ya!! ;) So anyway, the next morning I had this lucid dream right before I woke up. From my journal notes: "I know that I am selected to work with a famous chef. I'm with 2 other women, we are sitting in a booth at a unique deli kind of place. I notice lots and lots of details around me. We are waiting for our apprenticeship to start. Our mentor walks in and slides in to the booth to sit across from me. The other 2 women start to cry and hug him with fanatical tears streaming down their faces. I just smile and say, 'Hey, man, what's up?' and reach over the table for a handshake and a friendly hug. He is tall, thin, dark eyes, and medium-long dark, wavy hair. Handsome!! He has a delicious italian accent. I am not 'hearing' all teh words everyone is saying around me, but I'm understanding the energy and it appears Chef has selected only me to participate in the apprenticeship. He says graciously to the other 2 women, 'Perhaps another time,' with a charming smile. We take off, walking very quickly thru a huge warehouse-like market. Produce, nuts, supplies, etc etc of all shapes, colors, textures. We walk side by side with our arm wrapped around each other's waists, as we breeze around; I'm almost flying as my toes are barely touching the floor; a wonderful energy of dance and cooperation, as we go around selecting fresh ingredients for our dishes. We are laughing, talking, really enjoying our connection. We pass a big window and see row after row of live, miniature animals: baby giraffes 5 inches high, woodpeckers, etc. I'm slightly appalled, but I realize 'someone somewhere I guess finds them delicious.' I wake up. It is one minute before my alarm is due to go off. :) LORENZO?!!!" hahahaha!! Lorenzo is a future focus of Patel's who is a longtime partner of my future focus Francesca. They live in Italy (Tuscan hills, but they also create living right on the ocean too) and they both connect with me daily. I don't get 'instruction' either from them, (unless I ask) but lots of support and encouragement and fun flirting. It was the fluidity of the air and our movements in it that was dead on with what Sharon was describing. Like, there was less or no friction and we glided and slid and almost danced or hovered around the many aisles. :) hahhahaha! So cool! I love this stuff! xoxoxoxo Michele
LORENZO?!!!
Oh My! I could easily go there. Turn left at the shell station?
BAHAHAHAHAHA!
Lovin' it,
Oh yes, and back to the atmosphere thingy, I couldn't have explained it better. That is just one magnificent example.
Share
there is a future
I have to confess that I have no visions of the future. Your descriptions are delightful. Having a home like Falling Water, for example, would be fun to live in. It's not the structure per se it's the patios and view points from within the house of the trees and streams and lakes that we can see all around us. And the tranquility.
But a future of this nature would put me to sleep. There is no drama. I think, if I participate at all, which I don't think I do, I'll be off-world. Or have ceased to exist. E says essence cannot cease to exist. I think it can. That would be something I see Bosht exploring when he becomes as bored as Petunia's future promises to be boring.
The thing is I know I can do anything I want. Create whatever I want. I can build whatever I want. I can do whatever my imagination percieves and the only thing that keeps me grounded are the surprises that other people throw at me.
But eventually Bosht will create a reality where there is no interaction with any other essence and at that time, as far as all other essences are concerned, Bosht will have ceased to exist.
There is no future.
Howard
I understand your point of view.
Petunia responds with "there is a future," leastwise there is for her as she often looks into her own immediate future with great excitement.
It is our lives that she views as boring. We jam ourselves into little boxes of expectation and obligation, and try to live by a predetermined set of rules that don't apply to the true nature of the individual. We fear pleasure and reign ourselves into constant denial till the call for freedom rings so loud in our ears that we can hardly continue to ignore it. We believe that excitement involves conflict and spend our precious time defending our right to do what we don't even want to do, although we are not sure what it is that we do want to do. We are not sure what constitutes our excitement or bliss, afraid that tranquility might be boring cause it means we must learn to know ourselves in such a way that any reflection of ourselves is full to the brim with non-judgment and acceptance.
We hope that someone else called 'the one' will mysteriously show up in our lives and love us in the capacity that we wish to love ourselves. That someone else will bring us the happiness that we so desperately desire. We seek outside approval like it is the very manna of life, and often taste its disappointment because it is never enough to make us feel worthy of it.
We surround ourselves with the shells of other people, while our own hearts cry out in the loneliness of separation from them. We don't know an atmosphere that is rich with appreciation and constantly cradles us in its loving arms of grace to the point that we literally breathe confidence and assurance. And we fear that atmosphere as being thick and suffocating.
We see death as an escape route, and yet fear it may be more of the same separation from the very elements that could bring us the greatest joy and satisfaction. We don't see our lives as a wealth of now moments, each rich with a new beginning, a new potential, and new unlimited possibilities. We stay hidden under a cloak of enforced respectability, afraid of what others may think if we satisfy our every desire, every impulse, every hint of excitement as it constantly beckons us with promises of change and discovery.
She says she doesn't live in a forest on a patio viewing it as if it were some distant foreign land. She lives AS the forest, one in the same. She feels the leaves change color, tastes the sunshine on tree bark, hears the call of landscape like it was melody itself. She smells the notes of intuition that surround her and direct towards her human lover that fills her body with the orgasm of the true meaning of life. She bonds with every one, and every thing, and every where to an ecstasy of surprise and enchantment. And then has lunch. It's hardly boring.
Share
Hmmm. I don't find Petunia's or even my imagined view of a future to be the least bit boring. It seems that when allowing total freedom to explore, then the things or ideas that one can explore are endless and quite exciting! Love, Fran
I understand your point of view.
Petunia responds with "there is a future," leastwise there is for her as she often looks into her own immediate future with great excitement.
It is our lives that she views as boring. We jam ourselves into little boxes of expectation and obligation, and try to live by a predetermined set of rules that don't apply to the true nature of the individual. We fear pleasure and reign ourselves into constant denial till the call for freedom rings so loud in our ears that we can hardly continue to ignore it. We believe that excitement involves conflict and spend our precious time defending our right to do what we don't even want to do, although we are not sure what it is that we do want to do. We are not sure what constitutes our excitement or bliss, afraid that tranquility might be boring cause it means we must learn to know ourselves in such a way that any reflection of ourselves is full to the brim with non-judgment and acceptance.
We hope that someone else called 'the one' will mysteriously show up in our lives and love us in the capacity that we wish to love ourselves. That someone else will bring us the happiness that we so desperately desire. We seek outside approval like it is the very manna of life, and often taste its disappointment because it is never enough to make us feel worthy of it.
We surround ourselves with the shells of other people, while our own hearts cry out in the loneliness of separation from them. We don't know an atmosphere that is rich with appreciation and constantly cradles us in its loving arms of grace to the point that we literally breathe confidence and assurance. And we fear that atmosphere as being thick and suffocating.
We see death as an escape route, and yet fear it may be more of the same separation from the very elements that could bring us the greatest joy and satisfaction. We don't see our lives as a wealth of now moments, each rich with a new beginning, a new potential, and new unlimited possibilities. We stay hidden under a cloak of enforced respectability, afraid of what others may think if we satisfy our every desire, every impulse, every hint of excitement as it constantly beckons us with promises of change and discovery.
She says she doesn't live in a forest on a patio viewing it as if it were some distant foreign land. She lives AS the forest, one in the same. She feels the leaves change color, tastes the sunshine on tree bark, hears the call of landscape like it was melody itself. She smells the notes of intuition that surround her and direct towards her human lover that fills her body with the orgasm of the true meaning of life. She bonds with every one, and every thing, and every where to an ecstasy of surprise and enchantment. And then has lunch. It's hardly boring.
Share
Hmmm. I don't find Petunia's or even my imagined view of a future to be the least bit boring. It seems that when allowing total freedom to explore, then the things or ideas that one can explore are endless and quite exciting! Love, Fran
Conspiracy Theory
I do plan to insert here and there more about one of my favorite subjects 'The Legends of 9.' Of course my most favorite legend of 9 is the greek translation of essence families because it is the most adaptable to understanding, as we still use the language of the Greeks. And it often appears right there in front of our very eyes, in our language.
I've already introduced one legend of 9, the Egyptian translation called the Ennead of Ra, because one of my own past focuses is associated with it. Ankhespaaten, also known as Ankhesenamun. But the legends of 9 that appear as hieroglyphs are difficult for me to translate.
However, my second most favorite legend of 9 is the one called 'conspiracy theory.' The source of conspiracy theory is Robert Anton Wilson, who is a designated satirical author, which means he was not as serious as all the off shoots that take this theory as some sort of frightening truth.
His story, and I'm paraphrasing here, (but you can research it yourself,) goes something like this:
In the fifties Bob was part of a Beatnik group that frequented coffee houses and read poetry. In the early sixties, after John Kennedy was shot, one of their beloved group realized that he was in the service with Oswald. As a patriotic gesture he offered himself up to the FBI to assist them in their investigation of Oswald. Instead they accused him of being an associate of Oswald, a traitor, and fellow conspirator, which ruined the rest of his life. RAW's invention of conspiracy theory began as revenge against the antics of the FBI.
Now here's the kicker, that made me laugh out loud when I discovered it. RAW got the idea from a old Bavarian legend of the Illuminati which suggested that there were 9 families (council of nine) that controlled all the power and wealth of the world.
They are not families as in bloodline, that is a mistranslation. They do not control all the power and wealth of the world, they assist in creating it, and that is much different. And they don't have it all, as there is no limitation to power or worth (wealth), contrary to popular belief. And Illuminati means light, which is what essence families are, the pooling of frequencies of light as they appear in our physical dimension. They are not elite people, they are designations of energy, or essence families.
Now have a good one with me, cause it'll make you feel so much better, and lessen a little more of the fearfulness.
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
(And somewhere in that space between me and Petunia, I hear her clapping and whistling, and chanting something to the effect of "You Go Girl!)
I've already introduced one legend of 9, the Egyptian translation called the Ennead of Ra, because one of my own past focuses is associated with it. Ankhespaaten, also known as Ankhesenamun. But the legends of 9 that appear as hieroglyphs are difficult for me to translate.
However, my second most favorite legend of 9 is the one called 'conspiracy theory.' The source of conspiracy theory is Robert Anton Wilson, who is a designated satirical author, which means he was not as serious as all the off shoots that take this theory as some sort of frightening truth.
His story, and I'm paraphrasing here, (but you can research it yourself,) goes something like this:
In the fifties Bob was part of a Beatnik group that frequented coffee houses and read poetry. In the early sixties, after John Kennedy was shot, one of their beloved group realized that he was in the service with Oswald. As a patriotic gesture he offered himself up to the FBI to assist them in their investigation of Oswald. Instead they accused him of being an associate of Oswald, a traitor, and fellow conspirator, which ruined the rest of his life. RAW's invention of conspiracy theory began as revenge against the antics of the FBI.
Now here's the kicker, that made me laugh out loud when I discovered it. RAW got the idea from a old Bavarian legend of the Illuminati which suggested that there were 9 families (council of nine) that controlled all the power and wealth of the world.
They are not families as in bloodline, that is a mistranslation. They do not control all the power and wealth of the world, they assist in creating it, and that is much different. And they don't have it all, as there is no limitation to power or worth (wealth), contrary to popular belief. And Illuminati means light, which is what essence families are, the pooling of frequencies of light as they appear in our physical dimension. They are not elite people, they are designations of energy, or essence families.
Now have a good one with me, cause it'll make you feel so much better, and lessen a little more of the fearfulness.
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
(And somewhere in that space between me and Petunia, I hear her clapping and whistling, and chanting something to the effect of "You Go Girl!)
RAW - conspiracy theory source
Robert Anton Wilson (January 18, 1932–January 11, 2007) was an American futurist, conspiracist, Libertarian, guerilla ontologist and satirical author.
Following Korzybski, I put things in probabilities, not absolutes... My only originality lies in applying this zetetic attitude outside the hardest of the hard sciences, physics, to softer sciences and then to non-sciences like politics, ideology, jury verdicts and, of course, conspiracy theory.
Interview in High Times (2003)
Following Korzybski, I put things in probabilities, not absolutes... My only originality lies in applying this zetetic attitude outside the hardest of the hard sciences, physics, to softer sciences and then to non-sciences like politics, ideology, jury verdicts and, of course, conspiracy theory.
Interview in High Times (2003)
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Past & Future
Share,
This entire interaction with Petunia has been so amazing, entertaining, wondrous and helpful to me, I can barely articulate it...well, I guess you understand that – some things we just don’t have words for, but I so love the way you explain the ROTE and how you personally interact including the subjective and the objective. I’m frankly blown away and feel like I love Petunia and I haven’t even introduced myself – yet.....perhaps we are friends there as well. I like the social structure that she lives in – the simpler style, communal like. I think I have a draw to that lifestyle in general, but with a oneness with the natural world at its foundation – not just any type of communal life, but one deeply involved with our physical earthy world. Not the chemistry, technology, or scientific lab in other words – I leave that to those who love it, and am so happy that there is a place for everyone, a world community where everyone fits.
Love,
~O
I love you all so much!!! I've been in a 'not much posting or replying' mode for some reason, but I'm here reading everyone's posts each day, and just loving how everyone is creating so freely! I ***adore*** Sharon and Petunia's info so much, and wanna thank everyone for sharing their creations too - it's helping and encouraging me so much in so many ways. :)))) I love how this place is always here for me, and that it always feels like home. Love you Oona!!! xoxoxoxo Michele
Oh Michie, you remind me of me so much, so many times! I’m a bit embarrassed at my lack of ability to communicate with my futures in the depth that Sharon and probably many others have, but I do enjoy my daily adventures with Jerome and Jenna mainly – the others I’m having a challenge connecting with, and I know the challenge is on my end.
I don’t get instruction of any type from either of these 2 – I simply interact with them physically, and I believe that this is our first step into furthering what we can do – or what I’ll allow myself to do. It often feels as if they are telling me that they are simply helping me build the bridge from here to there (sts) and that they aren’t teachers, they just want to hang out and see what I can allow. They are VERY supportive, and I have to admit I’m over the freaking out when I fell the entire weight of Jerome slide up behind me and hug me – full body hug, and it’s so comforting and contains an energy of pure love and happiness to be together.
With Jenna, she’s a girl, so she holds and massages my hand and wrist a lot, but is starting to move to other parts of my body in an attempt to become more aware of the difference between my energy and hers, I believe it’s for my benefit, as I’m sure she already knows, LOL!
I’m really happy that you feel so at home here, I love you too!
Love,
~O
Oona & Michelle;
I'd like to say that often I have no idea what I'm accomplishing at any particular time, except perhaps in hindsight. It isn't that Petunia is offering instructions, as much as she interacts with me and is incorporated into my life. I don't know that I understood it, even when I included my past focus of Ankhesenamun onto the blog. [ Not the list, because that seemed reserved for future focuses at the time.] So even to me it seemed out of context, but it felt right and I went with it.
Then I paid attention to what I was doing, as they dead guy keeps reminding, and I noticed the movies I've watch the past few days. 'The Fountain' and 'Slaughterhouse 5.' Both of these movies are about the braiding of past, present, and future focuses, and the interchange between them. And I might add another movie of the same concept for an example; 'The Hours,' that could also be considered a viewing of three focuses of the same essence, or as Meryl Streep expresses it, three women with the same soul.
Now I'm starting to get that three is a magic number for intertwining in a way that still makes sense, although I do have many more focuses that interact. I guess within my own mentality I wish to keep it somewhat simple, till I get the hang of it. So at this point the blog appears to be some sort of 'work in progress.'
But I do feel that this interaction of my focuses is part of the widening process that allows ourselves to not feel so very singular and isolated. And it moves away from the idea of reincarnation, which would be a linear viewpoint, into something more accommodating of simultaneous time. How sweet it is to recognize that assistance comes to me from both directions, past and future.
((((((Much love to you both,))))))
Share
[Who presently is just slowly moving one step at a time, quite literally as a matter of fact. And, oh yes, limping also. But I do plan at some future point to hop, run, and gallop. I do so love having a project for distraction.]
This entire interaction with Petunia has been so amazing, entertaining, wondrous and helpful to me, I can barely articulate it...well, I guess you understand that – some things we just don’t have words for, but I so love the way you explain the ROTE and how you personally interact including the subjective and the objective. I’m frankly blown away and feel like I love Petunia and I haven’t even introduced myself – yet.....perhaps we are friends there as well. I like the social structure that she lives in – the simpler style, communal like. I think I have a draw to that lifestyle in general, but with a oneness with the natural world at its foundation – not just any type of communal life, but one deeply involved with our physical earthy world. Not the chemistry, technology, or scientific lab in other words – I leave that to those who love it, and am so happy that there is a place for everyone, a world community where everyone fits.
Love,
~O
I love you all so much!!! I've been in a 'not much posting or replying' mode for some reason, but I'm here reading everyone's posts each day, and just loving how everyone is creating so freely! I ***adore*** Sharon and Petunia's info so much, and wanna thank everyone for sharing their creations too - it's helping and encouraging me so much in so many ways. :)))) I love how this place is always here for me, and that it always feels like home. Love you Oona!!! xoxoxoxo Michele
Oh Michie, you remind me of me so much, so many times! I’m a bit embarrassed at my lack of ability to communicate with my futures in the depth that Sharon and probably many others have, but I do enjoy my daily adventures with Jerome and Jenna mainly – the others I’m having a challenge connecting with, and I know the challenge is on my end.
I don’t get instruction of any type from either of these 2 – I simply interact with them physically, and I believe that this is our first step into furthering what we can do – or what I’ll allow myself to do. It often feels as if they are telling me that they are simply helping me build the bridge from here to there (sts) and that they aren’t teachers, they just want to hang out and see what I can allow. They are VERY supportive, and I have to admit I’m over the freaking out when I fell the entire weight of Jerome slide up behind me and hug me – full body hug, and it’s so comforting and contains an energy of pure love and happiness to be together.
With Jenna, she’s a girl, so she holds and massages my hand and wrist a lot, but is starting to move to other parts of my body in an attempt to become more aware of the difference between my energy and hers, I believe it’s for my benefit, as I’m sure she already knows, LOL!
I’m really happy that you feel so at home here, I love you too!
Love,
~O
Oona & Michelle;
I'd like to say that often I have no idea what I'm accomplishing at any particular time, except perhaps in hindsight. It isn't that Petunia is offering instructions, as much as she interacts with me and is incorporated into my life. I don't know that I understood it, even when I included my past focus of Ankhesenamun onto the blog. [ Not the list, because that seemed reserved for future focuses at the time.] So even to me it seemed out of context, but it felt right and I went with it.
Then I paid attention to what I was doing, as they dead guy keeps reminding, and I noticed the movies I've watch the past few days. 'The Fountain' and 'Slaughterhouse 5.' Both of these movies are about the braiding of past, present, and future focuses, and the interchange between them. And I might add another movie of the same concept for an example; 'The Hours,' that could also be considered a viewing of three focuses of the same essence, or as Meryl Streep expresses it, three women with the same soul.
Now I'm starting to get that three is a magic number for intertwining in a way that still makes sense, although I do have many more focuses that interact. I guess within my own mentality I wish to keep it somewhat simple, till I get the hang of it. So at this point the blog appears to be some sort of 'work in progress.'
But I do feel that this interaction of my focuses is part of the widening process that allows ourselves to not feel so very singular and isolated. And it moves away from the idea of reincarnation, which would be a linear viewpoint, into something more accommodating of simultaneous time. How sweet it is to recognize that assistance comes to me from both directions, past and future.
((((((Much love to you both,))))))
Share
[Who presently is just slowly moving one step at a time, quite literally as a matter of fact. And, oh yes, limping also. But I do plan at some future point to hop, run, and gallop. I do so love having a project for distraction.]
past - present - future focuses
A man travels through time in an epic struggle to save the woman he loves and to understand the mysteries of life in this sci-fi drama. In three parallel stories spanning a millennium.
what dreams may come
> Thank you for posting this Katie, as I was very resistant to the
> imagery. Petunia assures me that contained within the ROTE are
> clearer definitions that will help me with the distortions I'm
> creating. She says to relax and let it unfold. She does want me
to
> know that the physical affectingness that I'm experiencing on a
> personal basis is part of the shifting process, and it need not be
as
> traumatic as I'm hypothesizing. I could replace the word fluid
with
> flexible, and quit attempting to push that which is physically
> uncomfortable to me away from myself. I just need to relax, trust
and
> give it some more time. It is just that the concept is unfamiliar.
>
> Love you too,
> Share
That would hold true for all of us! I really appreciate that you share this with us. It also lends some credence to the physical thing that I am experiencing each morning on awakening - my left ear is stopped up each morning and my impression is that it is due to pressure - almost as if I have water pressing on the ear drum. This is all way weird, but then we should be accustomed to that by now! How many times over the years have we reached what seemed like the limit to our acceptance and then suddenly something comes up that pushes us even further - this is a perfect example! Much love and acceptance, Share! Fran
Yes, the idea of pressure is very apparent, it feels like my right eye shall pop out and my right ear will explode. That's why it feels like water, but it isn't that the atmosphere will be water, it is the only thing I can compare it to as I try to balance not only the left and right sides of my body, but also myself with the present atmosphere. I'm also having a tough time with movement. I am out of the cast and walking, but it is slow and laborious, and my muscles around the ankle are still sore from being so traumatized. It's like I'm getting a double whammy here. I've somewhat overwhelmed myself, so it's nice having Petunia around for some personal handholding and reassurance. Be gentle with yourself flows through my mind as I wrestle with the acceptance thingy.
Share
Howie, It's interesting that you mention this movie because I also came up with a connection between my "futures" and "What Dreams May Come" as I imagined a place where my heart would sing and I came up with the house in that movie that overlooked the lake. I'll send you my exact comments from the big mother-ship list. Love, Fran
Howie, This is what I wrote last week regarding Sharon's Petunia information" "Ever since Share posted her conversations with Petunia I've been mulling the idea of structure around in my brain. ... "...At any rate, I went off into a flight of fancy about what kind of a community I might align myself with, were I to report back to Fran as her future focus. As much as I love natural settings I think I would want to move within more "structures". I'm imagining a beautiful cabana type place in a pastoral setting overlooking water - very much like the house in "What Dreams May Come". I would enjoy structures that are mostly open to the environment but still give a sense of shelter. I imagine them being similar to a Roman villa with courtyards and gardens. That's where my heart would soar! I think I would also prefer to have beautiful hand made or natural things around me within my structure. The main use for these beautiful things would be just that - as offering me enjoyment in seeing, feeling, hearing, and smelling them. I like the idea of the "theme" banquets because I do love to taste good food too. And I can imagine the fun of doing the research and constructing the perfect garment to wear to such affairs." So I'm fascinated by you coming up with "What Dreams May Come", knowing that you do not participate in the other forums! Love, Fran
That would hold true for all of us! I really appreciate that you share this with us. It also lends some credence to the physical thing that I am experiencing each morning on awakening - my left ear is stopped up each morning and my impression is that it is due to pressure - almost as if I have water pressing on the ear drum. This is all way weird, but then we should be accustomed to that by now! How many times over the years have we reached what seemed like the limit to our acceptance and then suddenly something comes up that pushes us even further - this is a perfect example! Much love and acceptance, Share! Fran
Yes, the idea of pressure is very apparent, it feels like my right eye shall pop out and my right ear will explode. That's why it feels like water, but it isn't that the atmosphere will be water, it is the only thing I can compare it to as I try to balance not only the left and right sides of my body, but also myself with the present atmosphere. I'm also having a tough time with movement. I am out of the cast and walking, but it is slow and laborious, and my muscles around the ankle are still sore from being so traumatized. It's like I'm getting a double whammy here. I've somewhat overwhelmed myself, so it's nice having Petunia around for some personal handholding and reassurance. Be gentle with yourself flows through my mind as I wrestle with the acceptance thingy.
Share
Howie, It's interesting that you mention this movie because I also came up with a connection between my "futures" and "What Dreams May Come" as I imagined a place where my heart would sing and I came up with the house in that movie that overlooked the lake. I'll send you my exact comments from the big mother-ship list. Love, Fran
Howie, This is what I wrote last week regarding Sharon's Petunia information" "Ever since Share posted her conversations with Petunia I've been mulling the idea of structure around in my brain. ... "...At any rate, I went off into a flight of fancy about what kind of a community I might align myself with, were I to report back to Fran as her future focus. As much as I love natural settings I think I would want to move within more "structures". I'm imagining a beautiful cabana type place in a pastoral setting overlooking water - very much like the house in "What Dreams May Come". I would enjoy structures that are mostly open to the environment but still give a sense of shelter. I imagine them being similar to a Roman villa with courtyards and gardens. That's where my heart would soar! I think I would also prefer to have beautiful hand made or natural things around me within my structure. The main use for these beautiful things would be just that - as offering me enjoyment in seeing, feeling, hearing, and smelling them. I like the idea of the "theme" banquets because I do love to taste good food too. And I can imagine the fun of doing the research and constructing the perfect garment to wear to such affairs." So I'm fascinated by you coming up with "What Dreams May Come", knowing that you do not participate in the other forums! Love, Fran
what dreams may come
"For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come."
--William Shakespeare, Hamlet
--William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Atmosphere aftermath
Sharon,
What a trip!!!
Several years ago I had a dream where the earth was
gradually being swallowed up by water. People were
panicking everywhere and running willy nilly trying to
find high ground. I was perfectly calm though. I knew
that if the earth would be covered with water, we
would be able to breathe it. So I demonstrated for
those that would listen to me, and went down into the
water and breathed it. No problem. Soon the others
around me were just as calm and no longer running.
I orginally viewed this dream to be representing the
shift in general....but perhaps it was more specific
than I had realized.
Love ya,
Katie
Thank you for posting this Katie, as I was very resistant to the imagery. Petunia assures me that contained within the ROTE are clearer definitions that will help me with the distortions I'm creating. She says to relax and let it unfold. She does want me to know that the physical affectingness that I'm experiencing on a personal basis is part of the shifting process, and it need not be as traumatic as I'm hypothesizing. I could replace the word fluid with flexible, and quit attempting to push that which is physically uncomfortable to me away from myself. I just need to relax, trust and give it some more time. It is just that the concept is unfamiliar.
Love you too,
Share
I'm not sure what it all means Sharon, but I do know you won't be satisfied until you feel at home in this "new" atmosphere. I understand thickness of colors, the movie "What Dreams May Come,'' illustrates that quite clearly. So that's where I went. The air itself being "thicker" is interesting. Everything is consciousness. Air will do whatever we want. I'm not sure why this is necessary. Unless, of course, it has something to do with the whales and dolphins, allowing them to swim with us. This is an idea that I haven't seen in Sci-Fi movies or my imagination. This all new stuff. It'll be interesting to see where it goes. Howard
I understand what you are saying, and I also know there is much room in this for mistranslation. The air is NOT ‘thicker’; it is more fluid or flexible. The best that I could describe it was in thinking of being submerged in warm water, and how the atmosphere or feeling of that is much different than being surrounded by air. But that wasn't necessarily the best translation, I just didn't have the words for it.
It is NOT a matter of the thickness of it, but the awareness in that somehow one is more a part of the flow of the atmosphere, and both move together in accord. It lends itself to soothing comfort and a natural state of grace or harmony.
I’ve had lucid dreams where the affect is much the same. I know that the creation of my image of my physical self and the creation of the environment where I find myself are one in the same. I feel no separation between the two, like I do within the waking state. I’m also aware of me as the creator of the dream, and the dream itself as being the same thing. It does not feel thicker, but more immersed or part of the whole.
However, my reaction to this idea was much like the jerky movements of the rat in the ‘Abyss’ as I was putting up a quite resistance, therefore the distasteful imagery.
Share
Thank you for posting this Katie, as I was very resistant to the imagery. Petunia assures me that contained within the ROTE are clearer definitions that will help me with the distortions I'm creating. She says to relax and let it unfold. She does want me to know that the physical affectingness that I'm experiencing on a personal basis is part of the shifting process, and it need not be as traumatic as I'm hypothesizing. I could replace the word fluid with flexible, and quit attempting to push that which is physically uncomfortable to me away from myself. I just need to relax, trust and give it some more time. It is just that the concept is unfamiliar.
Love you too,
Share
I'm not sure what it all means Sharon, but I do know you won't be satisfied until you feel at home in this "new" atmosphere. I understand thickness of colors, the movie "What Dreams May Come,'' illustrates that quite clearly. So that's where I went. The air itself being "thicker" is interesting. Everything is consciousness. Air will do whatever we want. I'm not sure why this is necessary. Unless, of course, it has something to do with the whales and dolphins, allowing them to swim with us. This is an idea that I haven't seen in Sci-Fi movies or my imagination. This all new stuff. It'll be interesting to see where it goes. Howard
I understand what you are saying, and I also know there is much room in this for mistranslation. The air is NOT ‘thicker’; it is more fluid or flexible. The best that I could describe it was in thinking of being submerged in warm water, and how the atmosphere or feeling of that is much different than being surrounded by air. But that wasn't necessarily the best translation, I just didn't have the words for it.
It is NOT a matter of the thickness of it, but the awareness in that somehow one is more a part of the flow of the atmosphere, and both move together in accord. It lends itself to soothing comfort and a natural state of grace or harmony.
I’ve had lucid dreams where the affect is much the same. I know that the creation of my image of my physical self and the creation of the environment where I find myself are one in the same. I feel no separation between the two, like I do within the waking state. I’m also aware of me as the creator of the dream, and the dream itself as being the same thing. It does not feel thicker, but more immersed or part of the whole.
However, my reaction to this idea was much like the jerky movements of the rat in the ‘Abyss’ as I was putting up a quite resistance, therefore the distasteful imagery.
Share
Petunia Atmosphere
I woke this morning with a ROTE transmission from Petunia, arriving in the form of a dream. It was much different than the early morning dreams that I’ve been having in that it was an observing and participation dream, and also an unusual color. It was a periscope-viewing dream, in that I could only see through a circular concave center like I was watching through a porthole, and the coloring was yellow/brownish much like parchment tinged by the process of smoke. In spite of the imagery, the dream was very subjective, and Petunia is aware that I’ll have a difficult time in translation.
I think what Petunia is trying to say is that the atmosphere in her time frame is much different than ours, and there are noticeable physical adjustments in the human body construct to accommodate this. The atmosphere itself is more fluid like water, but not the consistency of water exactly. Say that it is thicker and more buoyant than what we know, that produces the effect of having a cushion around one’s self, which is effecting in a gentler and more flowing movement of the body, similar to walking upright under water.
She says the coloration of the dream is more a reflection of my objection to this. I’ve been experiencing a distasteful smell for several days, as I’ve literally smelled this color, so to speak. I’ve also had trouble with my sinuses on the right side, thereby encountering the very uncomfortable physical effects of pressure and headaches. This is reflective of my resistance to this information, and I feel somewhat like that rat in the movie ‘Abyss,’ as it was learning to breathe an oxygenated liquid. The palms of my hands are sweating even as I type this.
As repugnant as all of this imagery is to me, I also comprehend subjectively what she is trying to express that doesn’t lend itself easily to words. The social atmosphere in relationship to the interaction of the self to the environment or interaction with other individuals is much altered. It is more fluid, as if the joints of interaction are well oiled and there is less friction. It provides for more comfortableness of activity and interchange.
As there is less stress upon the joints of the body, so there is less stress in the build up of the tension of intercommunication and exchange of energy. One feels the buoyancy of movement also in the levity of social interaction, which from our viewpoint would appear to be the ethereality of a fantasy realm. I hope this makes sense, as she is also saying to turn that last sentence around, because it is coming from the inside being reflected out.
That is about the best description I can produce in this moment, but the nature of a ROTE allows me to unfold it at my leisure for easier assimilation of what appears to be a strenuous adaptation to the imagery of language.
Duh?
I think what Petunia is trying to say is that the atmosphere in her time frame is much different than ours, and there are noticeable physical adjustments in the human body construct to accommodate this. The atmosphere itself is more fluid like water, but not the consistency of water exactly. Say that it is thicker and more buoyant than what we know, that produces the effect of having a cushion around one’s self, which is effecting in a gentler and more flowing movement of the body, similar to walking upright under water.
She says the coloration of the dream is more a reflection of my objection to this. I’ve been experiencing a distasteful smell for several days, as I’ve literally smelled this color, so to speak. I’ve also had trouble with my sinuses on the right side, thereby encountering the very uncomfortable physical effects of pressure and headaches. This is reflective of my resistance to this information, and I feel somewhat like that rat in the movie ‘Abyss,’ as it was learning to breathe an oxygenated liquid. The palms of my hands are sweating even as I type this.
As repugnant as all of this imagery is to me, I also comprehend subjectively what she is trying to express that doesn’t lend itself easily to words. The social atmosphere in relationship to the interaction of the self to the environment or interaction with other individuals is much altered. It is more fluid, as if the joints of interaction are well oiled and there is less friction. It provides for more comfortableness of activity and interchange.
As there is less stress upon the joints of the body, so there is less stress in the build up of the tension of intercommunication and exchange of energy. One feels the buoyancy of movement also in the levity of social interaction, which from our viewpoint would appear to be the ethereality of a fantasy realm. I hope this makes sense, as she is also saying to turn that last sentence around, because it is coming from the inside being reflected out.
That is about the best description I can produce in this moment, but the nature of a ROTE allows me to unfold it at my leisure for easier assimilation of what appears to be a strenuous adaptation to the imagery of language.
Duh?
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
ennead (9) of ra / egyptian translation of essence families
THE AMARNA ICON
[the Atenist Triad], comprising Aten, Akhenaten and
Nefertiti, represented a new approach to the concept of the divine family. Each of the three was equated with one of the principal members of the primary Heliopolitan mythology: the Aten was identified with the creator-god Atum, Amenophis IV-Akhenaten with Atum's self-seeded offspring Shu, and queen Nerfertiti with the goddes Tefnut, who was Shu's female twin, theological equal and equivalent.
With the birth of the king and queen's six daughters - Meritaten, Meketaten, Ankhespaaten, Nefernefruaten-tasherit, Nefernefrure and Setepenre - Akhenaten's earthly version of the Heliopolitan Ennead (the nine gods of creation) would be complete."
the back of the back
On my second visit to the King Tut exhibit at the Luxor Hotel I discovered a small plastic replica of the chair in the gift shop. Ankhe's words "the instructions are on the back of the chair," were etched in my memory, so I was surprised to find that there was a back to the back, as usually the famous chair is viewed or photographed from the front. The back of the back was decorated with a variety of hieroglyphs, and four Wadjets, the Cobra Goddess and Egyptian symbol for protection and healing. On the armrests of the chair are decorative hieroglyphs and a winged Wadjet with a different headdress, and also a smaller version of Wadjet with another headdress. I could get a feel for the hieroglyphs, but nothing I could translate directly, although they seemed to relate to different Egyptian spells for healing or resurrection. Even the lion heads are symbols for Wadjet-Bast. The only symbol I could translate for certainty is the color scheme, Lapis Indigo - representing the physical head and brain, and the physical senses of vision, hearing, and smell, and also a symbol for the third eye of perception. Blood Red - representing the human skeleton or supporting structure, and Turquoise, a blend of blue and green, representing a blend of the Sumari and Ilda essence families traits. This same color scheme, combined with gold, is used over and over in Egyptian artistry, and is a language onto itself.
King Tut's healing chair
The ancient Egyptian word wedjet signifies blue, and the same word is used for the human eye.
(Translation: indigo / perception - Tumold essence family of healers.)
(Translation: indigo / perception - Tumold essence family of healers.)
The Egyptian Electric Chair
I remember exactly when I was introduced to my past focus of Ankhesenamen, as it was four years ago almost to the date. I was visiting Margot and Howard in Flagstaff and Margot mentioned that she had an appointment for a session with Elias that Sunday. Early Sunday morning she tossed me a book of Egyptian dynasties and told me to find my focus and she would confirm it with Elias. I browsed through the colorful pages, but I actually hadn’t a clue. I told her that the only thing that really struck me was the daughter of Akhetaten and Nefertiti that married Tutankhamum, “whatshername.”
I didn’t actually sit in on the entire session, just the last few minutes to say hello and goodbye to Elias at the same time, but later Margot told me that Elias had confirmed that Ankhesenamen was a focus of mine. At the time I thought it was pretty cool, but didn’t give it much thought.
The only really outstanding advantage to having famous focuses is that I could research their history, and so I did. Part of my research was to visit a replica of King Tut’s tomb that just happens to exist in the town where I live. There is an exact replica of King Tut’s throne, which is actually more beautiful than any photograph of it, as it is constructed of inlay semi-precious stones and gold leaf. On the seat back of the chair is an image of Ankhesenamen herself. Howard Carter paid some homage to her in his writings, and now she has her own wiki page. I did find some web pages and images on the Internet and I used those to connect with her. She was very talkative.
When I asked her about the most famous image of her applying perfume to Tut on the throne, she laughed out loud. “It is not a throne,” she said. According to her, the Egyptians had plenty of gold, so gold was not used for monetary exchange or as a symbol of wealth. Gold was on the chair because it was a good conductor of electricity. That was Tut’s healing chair.
She went on to explain that when we ‘discovered electricity’ we put it outside of ourselves into wires which we then plugged into for power. The Egyptians had known about electricity for eons, and they did not run it through wires, they ran it through themselves. It was an entirely different belief system regarding the manipulation of electromagnetic energy and she was a master at drawing energy directly from the rays of light and acting as a conduit to run electrical energy for healing purposes, much like Reiki.
She said the Egyptians were a practical people, and they seldom created art just for the sake of art, however their everyday items we often extremely decorative. The artistry that appears on the chair is actually instructions on how to use the chair, similar to how we would print the instructions on how to use an appliance on the cardboard box the appliance comes in.
The chair itself sits off the ground by several inches and the footstool that Tut’s feet rest upon is an Egyptian version of a rubber mat, so that Tut doesn’t get fried. Tut puts one hand on the gold portion of the chair to help conduct electricity, and the other hand on the area of the painfulness. Running energy through Tut’s body removes energy blockages, and she did that on a daily basis to keep Tut alive.
She went on to say that she knew Tut from birth, and that he was born sickly, but she adored him. Since he was frail, and she was third in line and female, neither of them expected to ascend to the throne, so they spent their early childhood together in delightful playfulness. Even after Tut ascended to the throne at age nine, and she was married to him and considered queen, neither of them took it seriously and continued in their playfulness. But she was aware that if he died, she would have to marry someone else and possibly be killed afterwards, so she did take the job of keeping him healthy seriously.
I didn’t actually sit in on the entire session, just the last few minutes to say hello and goodbye to Elias at the same time, but later Margot told me that Elias had confirmed that Ankhesenamen was a focus of mine. At the time I thought it was pretty cool, but didn’t give it much thought.
The only really outstanding advantage to having famous focuses is that I could research their history, and so I did. Part of my research was to visit a replica of King Tut’s tomb that just happens to exist in the town where I live. There is an exact replica of King Tut’s throne, which is actually more beautiful than any photograph of it, as it is constructed of inlay semi-precious stones and gold leaf. On the seat back of the chair is an image of Ankhesenamen herself. Howard Carter paid some homage to her in his writings, and now she has her own wiki page. I did find some web pages and images on the Internet and I used those to connect with her. She was very talkative.
When I asked her about the most famous image of her applying perfume to Tut on the throne, she laughed out loud. “It is not a throne,” she said. According to her, the Egyptians had plenty of gold, so gold was not used for monetary exchange or as a symbol of wealth. Gold was on the chair because it was a good conductor of electricity. That was Tut’s healing chair.
She went on to explain that when we ‘discovered electricity’ we put it outside of ourselves into wires which we then plugged into for power. The Egyptians had known about electricity for eons, and they did not run it through wires, they ran it through themselves. It was an entirely different belief system regarding the manipulation of electromagnetic energy and she was a master at drawing energy directly from the rays of light and acting as a conduit to run electrical energy for healing purposes, much like Reiki.
She said the Egyptians were a practical people, and they seldom created art just for the sake of art, however their everyday items we often extremely decorative. The artistry that appears on the chair is actually instructions on how to use the chair, similar to how we would print the instructions on how to use an appliance on the cardboard box the appliance comes in.
The chair itself sits off the ground by several inches and the footstool that Tut’s feet rest upon is an Egyptian version of a rubber mat, so that Tut doesn’t get fried. Tut puts one hand on the gold portion of the chair to help conduct electricity, and the other hand on the area of the painfulness. Running energy through Tut’s body removes energy blockages, and she did that on a daily basis to keep Tut alive.
She went on to say that she knew Tut from birth, and that he was born sickly, but she adored him. Since he was frail, and she was third in line and female, neither of them expected to ascend to the throne, so they spent their early childhood together in delightful playfulness. Even after Tut ascended to the throne at age nine, and she was married to him and considered queen, neither of them took it seriously and continued in their playfulness. But she was aware that if he died, she would have to marry someone else and possibly be killed afterwards, so she did take the job of keeping him healthy seriously.
My Past Focus - Ankhesenamun
MARGOT: Camdon would like to know if she’s the half-sister and wife of Tutankhamen. Her name would have been Ankhesenamun.
ELIAS: Yes.
Elias - 1428
ELIAS: Yes.
Elias - 1428
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Analytical
I have a couple of questions for Petunia...
Could you tell us about some other communities that exist in your
world, that may be completely different from your own?
My personality, and my general outlook on the world, is rather
analytical. I do not see it as a fault or a problem, nor do I see it
as something that makes me superior in any way. It's the way I am. The
questions that I have and the answers that I seek are of an analytical
nature, whereas the answers that I get back from you are more of an
intuitive nature. My question is, are there people in your world,
albeit not in your own community, who are of a more analytical nature,
and what sorts of expressions do they create in a world that appears,
by all accounts, to incorporate a stronger sense of intuition?
~ S
All communities are different, even when they have the same basic themes. However, Petunia says she is not aware of any community that is totally analytical, because there are no individuals in her world that restrict themselves to only using their rational or logical functions. This is because basically every individual is a ‘shifty kid’ and has full recognition and use of both inner and outer senses. There are communities whose theme is technology, and they enjoy exploring deep space though the use of machinery. However, even those communities freely utilize their sense of imagination to come up with new designs and methods of exploration.
The logical, rational self is not worshiped as being better than the intuitive self, nor is the intuitive self worshiped as being better than the logical self. There is a balance between the two, and within this balance is the freedom of unconstrained inventiveness and corresponding physical manifestation. Literally, individuals can create in the physical whatever they can dream up. 'Scientific Law' have been revoked in favor of the boundless possibility and potential and excitement of lawlessness.
There is a version of the Replicator that is a machine that works as well as the version that is not. And yes, there are still “trekkies.”
All communities are different, even when they have the same basic themes. However, Petunia says she is not aware of any community that is totally analytical, because there are no individuals in her world that restrict themselves to only using their rational or logical functions. This is because basically every individual is a ‘shifty kid’ and has full recognition and use of both inner and outer senses. There are communities whose theme is technology, and they enjoy exploring deep space though the use of machinery. However, even those communities freely utilize their sense of imagination to come up with new designs and methods of exploration.
The logical, rational self is not worshiped as being better than the intuitive self, nor is the intuitive self worshiped as being better than the logical self. There is a balance between the two, and within this balance is the freedom of unconstrained inventiveness and corresponding physical manifestation. Literally, individuals can create in the physical whatever they can dream up. 'Scientific Law' have been revoked in favor of the boundless possibility and potential and excitement of lawlessness.
There is a version of the Replicator that is a machine that works as well as the version that is not. And yes, there are still “trekkies.”
Sunday, September 2, 2007
larger cities
Petunia just doesn’t want to add to the idea that there was terrible upheaval beyond control, and everyone fled in total terror like some awful ‘B movie.’ New Orleans is a good example. There was disaster created there because the residents desired it, and anyone who disengaged did so because they were ready to disengage, and the circumstance provided the opportunity. Anyone who relocated did so for the adventure, and those who remained did so because they wanted to participate in new designs and ideas regarding retaining the unique ‘flavor’ of their city and enhancing it.
In her future every major city does the same thing in a manner. They hold to those concepts that they enjoy, the ones that make them unique and flavorful and build upon that idea, and exercise the opportunity to dismantle or rearrange those concepts that they didn’t especially like or were no longer working. And in that way larger cities became more community minded and supportive to one another and in some cases much smaller.
Cities like individuals focus on their own individuality and how they can foster that in a way that is most inventive. They become less about buying and selling and consumerism and more about unique expression. Some shopping malls became artists communities with stores redesigned into living and working quarters, and common areas used for the display and enjoyment of their own creativity and also social interaction. Some cities discovered that when they no longer had such a great need to commute they could eliminate the concrete infrastructure of highways and replace it with more pleasing pathways that could accommodate other modes of transportation. Pathways that are used for the enjoyment of the journey and not so much to achieve a destination, for if one is hell-bent on destination they can simply project themselves there.
Each community is different in emphasizing their own expertise, but overall the inventiveness of redesign is unprecedented and beyond what we can begin to imagine and hypothesize now.
In her future every major city does the same thing in a manner. They hold to those concepts that they enjoy, the ones that make them unique and flavorful and build upon that idea, and exercise the opportunity to dismantle or rearrange those concepts that they didn’t especially like or were no longer working. And in that way larger cities became more community minded and supportive to one another and in some cases much smaller.
Cities like individuals focus on their own individuality and how they can foster that in a way that is most inventive. They become less about buying and selling and consumerism and more about unique expression. Some shopping malls became artists communities with stores redesigned into living and working quarters, and common areas used for the display and enjoyment of their own creativity and also social interaction. Some cities discovered that when they no longer had such a great need to commute they could eliminate the concrete infrastructure of highways and replace it with more pleasing pathways that could accommodate other modes of transportation. Pathways that are used for the enjoyment of the journey and not so much to achieve a destination, for if one is hell-bent on destination they can simply project themselves there.
Each community is different in emphasizing their own expertise, but overall the inventiveness of redesign is unprecedented and beyond what we can begin to imagine and hypothesize now.
etherial
I guess I just wanted to say that this future you speak about is very etherial. - Howard
I suppose Harmony is an idyllic and etherial Garden of Eden, as the landscape is genuinely luscious, but it is far from boring. It began as an experiment and continues with the challenge of invention and discovery of new mysterious species of vegetation and various ways it may be utilized. And the scenery constantly changes and rearranges and astonishes within the cycle of seasons, the way a florist displays new and finer floral arrangements of enjoyment.
There is still conflict, even in a community named ‘Harmony,’ but residents are not so willing to automatically join in to take sides and defend. They have an understanding that often it is not about the subject of the argument, but rather the releasing of pent up energies. And because bystanders are not so apt to judge, the participants in the argument are not embarrassed by the outburst, anymore than a thunderstorm is humiliated by its discharge, for it is a natural and stimulating way to clear the air. When one understands the motivating factor of conflict, they are not so apt to unwittingly get sucked into a whirlwind of intensity. Maybe that is the harmony.
I suppose Harmony is an idyllic and etherial Garden of Eden, as the landscape is genuinely luscious, but it is far from boring. It began as an experiment and continues with the challenge of invention and discovery of new mysterious species of vegetation and various ways it may be utilized. And the scenery constantly changes and rearranges and astonishes within the cycle of seasons, the way a florist displays new and finer floral arrangements of enjoyment.
There is still conflict, even in a community named ‘Harmony,’ but residents are not so willing to automatically join in to take sides and defend. They have an understanding that often it is not about the subject of the argument, but rather the releasing of pent up energies. And because bystanders are not so apt to judge, the participants in the argument are not embarrassed by the outburst, anymore than a thunderstorm is humiliated by its discharge, for it is a natural and stimulating way to clear the air. When one understands the motivating factor of conflict, they are not so apt to unwittingly get sucked into a whirlwind of intensity. Maybe that is the harmony.
Petunia's idea of disaster
Continuing on the subject of disaster, Petunia would like to add that in this time frame we are already seeing the collapse of social structure in the imagery of collapsing freeway overpasses and bridges. These are not accidents, they are reflections of the intention to give up the idea of living in one place and working in another which incorporates a unpleasant and time consuming daily commute. Within self-contained communities individuals live and work in the same place, and even work is not considered a job, but rather ones manner of creative expression, and joyfulness.
In Petunia’s community as people began to live entirely in concert with the environment, they noticed that plants have a habit of growing, expanding, and blossoming. And they saw that their physical bodies were composed of the same process. So as they would say, finesse a vine to grow around their shelters, so they would also finesse themselves to grow in a certain direction. Their method of medicine incorporated this idea of working from the inside out to the point where they could change the creation of their own DNA to produce more desirable physical effects. Nothing is forced; there is no intrusive surgery, but rather the subtlety of direction by intent in the process of growing and constant change. Not only do they live in a garden; they view themselves as a garden of various flowers, each blossoming to the fullest potential within indescribable beauty and individuality. Individuals bloom for the pure pleasure of colorful blooming.
In Petunia’s community as people began to live entirely in concert with the environment, they noticed that plants have a habit of growing, expanding, and blossoming. And they saw that their physical bodies were composed of the same process. So as they would say, finesse a vine to grow around their shelters, so they would also finesse themselves to grow in a certain direction. Their method of medicine incorporated this idea of working from the inside out to the point where they could change the creation of their own DNA to produce more desirable physical effects. Nothing is forced; there is no intrusive surgery, but rather the subtlety of direction by intent in the process of growing and constant change. Not only do they live in a garden; they view themselves as a garden of various flowers, each blossoming to the fullest potential within indescribable beauty and individuality. Individuals bloom for the pure pleasure of colorful blooming.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Disaster
Sharon,
Okay, so....in spite of the different contour of the Washington coastline, Petunia is still West of the Cascades. The rainyness is the clue.
Love ya,
Katie
Katie; Yeah, I think so. From her descriptions that sounds like where it is. Share
This has got to be in the Hoh rainforest.....on the peninsula. Love ya, Katie
Sharon, There must be an awful lot more that happens besides a series of tsunamis. I can't imagine tsunamis would have much effect on Seattle. It's so hilly, very little of the land is that close to sea level. Most of downtown is a good hundred feet above and the rest, higher. Now I can see Elliot Bay being wiped out. But Seattle being on Puget Sound, a tsunami would have to travel in through the straits of Juan de Fuca and probably lose momentum in doing so before doing much to Seattle. The Pacific coast of Washington is not very populated. Just little towns is all. So I am thinking a great deal more happens to Washington State besides tsunamis.
Elias mentions that the world population decreases significantly during the coming decades. It will be interesting to see how that all comes about. And it sounds from Petunia, that it won't be a bad thing to allow all of it to happen. Love ya, Katie
Katie;
Petunia does not wish to lend energy to the ideas of prophecy and mass disengagement due to destruction of the planet whether it is natural disasters, disease, or human causes. In fact that whole sentence doesn’t make sense to her, because it is the idea of separation of the self from the environment or events. There is no separation of the physical body from the environment or events, as they are all one in the same creation.
Not that there wasn’t destruction caused by what we consider natural disaster, but they were dependant on the local and the emotional status of the residents. When individuals or groups did choose to relocate, it was not so much from the effects of upheaval, it was because that was their own intention and creation and it was more assisting them rather than the main factor for the choices made. She says that we still have the tendency from our viewpoint to regard those types of events as being outside of ourselves, in that we believe that reality creates us, not the other way around. Mass events were more considered motivation and desire for adventure, and it made it easier to leave everything behind and create new self-contained communities.
Yes there was mass disengagement for a variety of reasons, but these reasons were based on the individual and their own choices to participate in a particular manner. Society hadn’t fully absorbed that creating an event that caused us to die in a way, which appeared to be against our will, was not actually necessary. And for the most part the individual made those type choices because they did not wish to participate physically in the shifting process, but to lend their energy and support from a subjective state.
She says that by the time that her people established their own community, around mid-century, societal structures and reflecting building structures were already being abandoned or redesigned. One way to get a ‘feel’ for this is to look at the rapidly increasing number of autistic children being born now. [But she would also like to clarify that the word ‘autism’ is not a disease, rather a blanket statement for unwanted or unacceptable behavior.] We already recognize that in our immediate future, our educational system will not accommodate this new culture of shifty kids, and the same thing shall apply to every other major social system.
Love,
Share
Katie; Yeah, I think so. From her descriptions that sounds like where it is. Share
This has got to be in the Hoh rainforest.....on the peninsula. Love ya, Katie
Sharon, There must be an awful lot more that happens besides a series of tsunamis. I can't imagine tsunamis would have much effect on Seattle. It's so hilly, very little of the land is that close to sea level. Most of downtown is a good hundred feet above and the rest, higher. Now I can see Elliot Bay being wiped out. But Seattle being on Puget Sound, a tsunami would have to travel in through the straits of Juan de Fuca and probably lose momentum in doing so before doing much to Seattle. The Pacific coast of Washington is not very populated. Just little towns is all. So I am thinking a great deal more happens to Washington State besides tsunamis.
Elias mentions that the world population decreases significantly during the coming decades. It will be interesting to see how that all comes about. And it sounds from Petunia, that it won't be a bad thing to allow all of it to happen. Love ya, Katie
Katie;
Petunia does not wish to lend energy to the ideas of prophecy and mass disengagement due to destruction of the planet whether it is natural disasters, disease, or human causes. In fact that whole sentence doesn’t make sense to her, because it is the idea of separation of the self from the environment or events. There is no separation of the physical body from the environment or events, as they are all one in the same creation.
Not that there wasn’t destruction caused by what we consider natural disaster, but they were dependant on the local and the emotional status of the residents. When individuals or groups did choose to relocate, it was not so much from the effects of upheaval, it was because that was their own intention and creation and it was more assisting them rather than the main factor for the choices made. She says that we still have the tendency from our viewpoint to regard those types of events as being outside of ourselves, in that we believe that reality creates us, not the other way around. Mass events were more considered motivation and desire for adventure, and it made it easier to leave everything behind and create new self-contained communities.
Yes there was mass disengagement for a variety of reasons, but these reasons were based on the individual and their own choices to participate in a particular manner. Society hadn’t fully absorbed that creating an event that caused us to die in a way, which appeared to be against our will, was not actually necessary. And for the most part the individual made those type choices because they did not wish to participate physically in the shifting process, but to lend their energy and support from a subjective state.
She says that by the time that her people established their own community, around mid-century, societal structures and reflecting building structures were already being abandoned or redesigned. One way to get a ‘feel’ for this is to look at the rapidly increasing number of autistic children being born now. [But she would also like to clarify that the word ‘autism’ is not a disease, rather a blanket statement for unwanted or unacceptable behavior.] We already recognize that in our immediate future, our educational system will not accommodate this new culture of shifty kids, and the same thing shall apply to every other major social system.
Love,
Share
enchanted forest
What makes magic work?
ELIAS: I shall express to you, in simplicity, what allows the flow – or in your terms, what allows this action to work or not to work – is the individual’s recognition of their natural self and expression. Elias - 573
ELIAS: I shall express to you, in simplicity, what allows the flow – or in your terms, what allows this action to work or not to work – is the individual’s recognition of their natural self and expression. Elias - 573
Replicator
Petunia tells me a story of the early pioneers of her community, way back when it was a small group of ten or twelve who had moved inland due to the number of tsunamis along the coast that had reshaped and formed the coastline, to where it could no longer be inhabited. They were outdoors type people who drove until they found a spot in the forest that suited them. They had arrived with a truck load of supplies ready to carve out a new residence. The first night they built a campfire and sat around the fire eating and discussing what their plans were.
They liked a particular area with its collection of trees, and were planning how they would string up their tarps for protection. They were talking about how it was almost perfect for their purposes, but how they wanted more of a clearing in the center, and perhaps the next morning they would cut down a couple of trees to achieve the purpose. Then they all climbed into their sleeping bags and retired for the night.
The next morning as they were stoking the fire for breakfast, one of them called out in astonishment, and pointed to the area they were talking about the night before. The trees were now arranged exactly the way they had imaged the night before. Not only did it seem that the trees got up and moved around during the night, but some of the trees seemed even shorter and the limbs stretched out over the center area, providing a natural shelter.
Of course they all thought they had gone 'bonkers', cause everyone knows trees don't move, but there it was ready and waiting for them to set up base camp. Events like this kept happening, and finally they decided that this was an enchanted forest that was willing to cooperate with whatever they desired, and thus began the Community of Harmony.
Share
I do this a lot also. This is a silly example, but an example nevertheless: I use a hair curler thingy that uses small gas cartridges for heat and the store where I usually get them had been out of them for a couple of months. Everytime I went in there I would check on them. Then I thought I would go online and find out if I could purchase them online and couldn't. This became quite a big deal to me as I searched everywhere for them. Finally one day I was in a RiteAid pharmacy and I thought I would check there and they didn't even carry the brand of curling iron so I figured my chance of finding the cartridges there was nil. As I started to walk back toward the check-out stand I glanced up and saw a package of the cartridges sitting on top of one of the displays in a completely different department - just waiting for me! Love, Fran
They liked a particular area with its collection of trees, and were planning how they would string up their tarps for protection. They were talking about how it was almost perfect for their purposes, but how they wanted more of a clearing in the center, and perhaps the next morning they would cut down a couple of trees to achieve the purpose. Then they all climbed into their sleeping bags and retired for the night.
The next morning as they were stoking the fire for breakfast, one of them called out in astonishment, and pointed to the area they were talking about the night before. The trees were now arranged exactly the way they had imaged the night before. Not only did it seem that the trees got up and moved around during the night, but some of the trees seemed even shorter and the limbs stretched out over the center area, providing a natural shelter.
Of course they all thought they had gone 'bonkers', cause everyone knows trees don't move, but there it was ready and waiting for them to set up base camp. Events like this kept happening, and finally they decided that this was an enchanted forest that was willing to cooperate with whatever they desired, and thus began the Community of Harmony.
Share
I do this a lot also. This is a silly example, but an example nevertheless: I use a hair curler thingy that uses small gas cartridges for heat and the store where I usually get them had been out of them for a couple of months. Everytime I went in there I would check on them. Then I thought I would go online and find out if I could purchase them online and couldn't. This became quite a big deal to me as I searched everywhere for them. Finally one day I was in a RiteAid pharmacy and I thought I would check there and they didn't even carry the brand of curling iron so I figured my chance of finding the cartridges there was nil. As I started to walk back toward the check-out stand I glanced up and saw a package of the cartridges sitting on top of one of the displays in a completely different department - just waiting for me! Love, Fran
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