COSMIC TRANSLATION CLASS 5 - JOURNEY FROM ORION TO QUARANTEENED EARTH A radionnic starship departs Orion for Earth, aboard are new volunteers for arrival on Earth under the canopy of the quaranteen, to take on tasks leading to Earth's resurrection as fully a active member of galactic higher being and other body worlds activities. Elements in the passages (called 'Interlude') are found among the Cosmic Translation Class folios. file: (missingmass.net/interlud.txt) NEWS HOUR FOR TODAY A news bulletin from Scientific Environment Command Headquarters reports that Harbor Seals may be extinct. None are seen, report scientists, who have just completed an 8-month international study and today announced their findings. Not so, say environmental lobbyists not involved in the study. Why just three years ago, a colony of several thousand was spotted and seal hunters knew there had to be so many they went in and harvested every one, they have stated in their response. Others though, were not so official, claiming the hunt was a rampaging pillage of malevolent proportions. This was in spite of international protests including movie stars and celebrities who stood in front of the babies to protect them, the hunters simply skirting by them, darting in and out for the kill before anyone had a chance - the news broadcaster adds, continuing - at one time in the current past there used to be million of Harbor Seals no matter when you looked, now there are none, no matter where you look. Harbor Seals were hunted by smashing the heads of the babies with baseball bats, the luxurient baby Harbor Seal fur used to make fur coats for vanity stricken women. No more. Harbor Seal coats are now going at auctions for exceptionally high prices, one 20 years old fetched a bid right over the top, well ahead of the world record-breaking bid of just two years ago when an anonomous buyer in feverish bidding in an overflowing room that eventually had to be cleared by police ..... in a moment this documentary continues. But FIRST, an important announcment from Bag Beauties, the paper fur coats you don't want to be without. When winter sets in again this season, are you again going to stay in because you can't endure the cold bitter winds that keep you cooped up. Now is the time for your life to change. Bag Beauties guarantee you warmth and comfort all winter long, wear after wear after wear .... Don't think about alien abductions, think about THIS! -------------------------------------------------- ZERO: PROLOGUE -------------------------------------------------- Hypnotic regression into past lives does not accomplish anything, in particular it can be so misleading depending upon the intensity of the foolish hopes and desires of the hypnotist. There are several thousand Jeneuveves of Sir Lancelot days, walking around at the present time, each one the only one who is authentic, according to their hypnotist. How many Helen's of Troy are there at the present time, walking the Earth. Just step out into the psychic network community nearest you today and start asking around...................... .......................it will not be long before you meet a Mary, then another, then another. 'Psychics' do have one thing they can do that will be very beneficial for themselves, and others. That is to ask deep within themselves what IS the truth. And to have a real DESIRE to WANT to KNOW the ANSWERS. With just these two little major changes in their fundamental frequencies, major changes can start to unfold very fast, for them. But the DESIRE has to be right. It is no longer a question of who is superior, a bogus question to start with since in Reality no one is superior. Also, for these psychics, and New Agers, it is no longer a question of who's connections are the best. It is solely a question of GETTING it RIGHT. Period. Since EVERYTHING you DO is known UPSTAIRS anyway, why not give REALITY a chance, give Upstairs a chance to start issuing stuff through in you to the outer dimension, stuff that is valid, real, important, and necessary for both you to be able to be raised back up in Consciousness to where you belong an 'Immortal Reality Being', fully up and running, and the progressive Planetary evolution of which you are a part or you wouldn't be here. Be tipped off in advance that REALITY can actually be a lot different than you might have tried to image. But also be it known that there is nothing sinister what-so-ever in REALITY! Think of the sinister and sleaze you have to do in your daily affairs, for instance as a hypnotist specializing in soul regression, just to convince a patient and at least one other person that the so-called reincarnation of none else but the person on your couch is the only one of that name that is legitimate and that all other regressees of similar name are fakes. Just think of the sheer amount of hoary pullshit that issues from your mouth when you have to convince a hostile that they are wrong and only YOU are right, playing that silly game. Why go in to the past at all! when the only thing that matters is GETTING IT RIGHT in the present, and how this connects to the FUTURE from the point of view of FIRST CAUSE in REALITY, not the heeby jeeby rama banana insidiously perfumed desires clung to your vibes from sins past that make you urgently want to voodo someone into a regressed past life. The mass consciousness is here to be tapped by anyone thus there is your container for strange accountings, anyone who is latently telepathic can tap that mass consciousness data bank when regressed by hypnotism, which is why so many Helen's of Troy, so many Sir Lancelots, all walking around and feeling uniquely superior because of who they 'once were', thanks to you, their own personal hypnotist. Are you getting the message. Give it up! so Reality can finally start G E T T I N G T H R O U G H -------------------------------------------------- ONE: INTERDUCTORY INTERLUDE -------------------------------------------------- INTRO - The whole point is not to establish hard copy history. Only to create impressions and ideas, to loosen up ego a lot, to lighten the grip on old concepts which do not work, cannot, define or point to Reality. Here are interludes containing information which can be concidered truthful if set in the right atmosphere or purpose, which is hard to do since much of its stuff that is real, cannot be spelled out in any Earthly language, including english. The originals were being typed on a rickety old typewriter of a kind so old the frame consisted of open sides and back with ornate gold scrolls on the black enamel and the keys clacked upward in archs from the small round keys that floated in space on the keyboard. Work was progressing fast on the rough drafts getting the ideas down but proceeding at a near standstill in re-edits and revisions. The project was abandoned. Here it is, 12 years later many new paragraphs and words added as it was typed and finished at the speed of electrons on a PC computer, and editor named RINGWORLD created by Greydon Moore. Ottawa. March 1995. -------------------------------------------------- It is time to teach the kids, said the ordinary looking guy as he sipped coffee and sharpened one of the pencils in the $15.00 battery operated pencil sharpener sitting next to the telephone. 'Bar Room Buddies' was again on the city's number one commercial radio station, western flavors coming from it 24 hours a day. The garbage van was making its hydrollic clamor right in the still of the night outside the new apartment's main floor window. Nothing else unusual was happening either, except the ordinary looking guy was again getting a creative buzz, a passion, on an idea he'd been playing with for 9 years. The germ of a piece of writing was suddenly up front in the eyeball of his consciousness, having concidered that science is fully 50% of Reality such that God could not exist without having intrinsic control of all of the equations, through every Dimension, meant that religious nonsense was just that, when screamed to a heavenly view that had no balanced equations in theology. Such had been of conciderable concern to practically nobody. The guy, whose name we might give tomorrow, perhaps in the new century, decides to pull all stops and see what might happen, in writing a story that explains some Cosmic science. The remark about teaching the kids is just a pet expression, like a flower seller walking up to a table of fierce looking motorcycle gang members drinking it up in a late night bar across the river and saying to them 'Okay which one of you hamburgers wants to buy a rose', knowing it will get a laugh rather than some physical manipulation when he says it right. The remark about the kids conveyed no conceit, no shout about intelligence, no vibration to cause alarm amongst those who like to critically judge one another, no subtle imposition such that would provoke anyone to wrap their hands around someone else's throat, the Taurus center. The remark is Just fun humor. These disclaimers are included right at the start in that amongst the many problems of the Earth in this day and age includes all of the above, tendencies which result from emotions which slip fast sideways. Our friend writing this story believes intuitionally or rather implicitly that everything thought and said should be toward the cause of peace because thoughts leak. -------------------------------------------------- The scene changes, drifting. He is in a large room in a roominghouse of a kind once inhabited by former people of other importance in semi- religious, semi-social, semi-political affairs. He is standing in company with a girl of the Earth he knows, of no special importance in that she about 24 years old, is one of the numerous people known as passing acquaintances, in particular representing the drug using community. There is a baby with this girl, or rather a male infant of perhaps two years of physical age. The youngster is standing talking with the guy in a manner that suddenly grabs his attention directly. The infant is communicating to him in that he perceives a definate movement of energy, in a manner like continuous subtle shock waves, coming toward him from the youngster who is looking right up at him about three feet away. He concentrates toward this young being, enough to distinguish that this little person is explicitely making the statement: "I will do everything I can to stop you". Needless to say a reaction takes place, like a sharp drop in temperature taking place within a fraction of a second. A crystalization has occurred. Keenly alert he peers at this infant sized being who is confronting him, looking into this being to detect the source. Sure enough, a scene becomes visible in behind the scene, in behind the projection, so to speak, beyond the infant. He sees a lonely stretch on the Ganges River up near the source where it is a shallow wide stream running over rocks. On its misty sandy shore in the early sunrise hour are a group of yogis having within them at best the enthusiasm of slow motion fatigue, they are in stinking loincloths, doing bends, twists, and wrinkles in practices unchanged for several thousand years. In this he sees, in a thought behind the thought, an age old simplicity that has no answer, he also sees, here, in this simple poignant lonely scene, another battleground deep in the planet's vibratory history, linked through the mind of the child to the twentieth century, brought forward to him in the fourth dimension, through the impurity of the gene's of the child's mother and father, passed on generation after generation. Only the willingness, in the thought, to change from the past, to dissolve the longings for the past entirely, to rise up into the high frequency of energy of the imminent future will purify that abberation in the substance of the planet itself. The drugs and sex and diabollical rock music, to name but a few, are making it difficult for the message to get through from Upstairs to help speed up the process. All this is gelling in his thoughts as he lies on his bed suddenly quite well awake in the early hours of the afternoon. A kind of lingering dusty or musty form of static temporarily plugs the resonant chambers comprising the figure eight form cyclonic movement of power which routinely moves forward in fourth dimensional perception from the area of the pituitary gland out through the point of focus between his eyes in the lower middle portion of his forehead, where the mental imaged thought processes take place out in the auric field. He will have to get up right away and become active in order to clear this static. He isn't sure whether the experience has been a good one or not, whether the static is normally a result of a touch into such low frequency dominions of the planet. He is inclined to think he may have lapsed during the period of having gone out into an area of the planet static that was not perhaps necessary and so he would have to be cautious for several days not to be drawn back into unecessary preoccupations with the nature of the yogis and the hook into the western drug culture, or actually subculture. He knows he has to keep those frequencies out of himself in order to function constructively and positively toward the Supreme Creators. To help clear the static he finds it helpful to nurture the feeling of life and love that was/is so pervasive on Orion, the other feeling of light that pervades seeing that galaxy elswhere which shifted axis, and the feeling of liberty. This liberty he is getting used to; a feeling which pervades pure power, given and sustained in Alpha and Omega. -------------------------------------------------- TWO: THE LECTURESS -------------------------------------------------- .... The lecturess skipped a couple of paragraphs, continuing; these diabolical countenences were entrenched as the must-above-all-other-rule for use in the ceremonies of two major religions, comprising the east indian, and oriental factions. Both tied to the western world. Oh they had 20,000 different reasons for wearing the masks diligently proven in 100,000 different religious books, not one of which used the actual words 'Black Magic'. She now began speaking on her own without recourse to the manuscript. Setting the manuscript aside she continued speaking directly from her own consciousness, in fact that part which was explicitly tuned into the thought frequency of the room so that what she continued to say, answered questions that were being caught even as each particular student was beginning to formulate the questions in their own thoughts. In practice the question from within each student was being transmitted directly Upstairs within the student, and crossed over, then sent back down another channel, to the Lecturess for monitoring. In this new way she went on, looking directly at one, then another particular student; '... the worst female slavery was in the third faction of the world's population who worshipped a huge block of stone cut to fit together as a large square cube sitting flat on the ground several stories high and enshrouded to the last inch with black cloth and was that-which-every-one must-touch-at-least-once-while-alive-in-the-world, an obey or god allah-will-overlook-you rule of this world's 2nd great religious majority. Fear, you see, black magic. How could a planet of five billion souls get into such a mess? It wasn't easy, actually. But a lot harder to get them back out of it. Do you know they nearly blew their world apart several times before their 20th century had passed. They pretended the problem was a cold war with everyone inwardly chilled by heavy temperature paranoia. Which dissolved eventually. Meanwhile the self chosen intelligences continued masochistically testing out the ferocities of various kinds of nuclear explosions and each test itself was the hight of folly, coming as they did, many of them, at critical times of a Cosmic Induction, and at super critical points on the Earth's imballanced harmonic seismetic earthquake grid. How the negative was able to focus so precisely in time, and so precise on target, with the worst decisions they could make, is a wonder to behold, so negative was the planet'. The lecturess turned over an overlay on another large tripod which was behind her, aided in the turning by her male counterpart who straightened out both corners of the big page, so that now exposed was a large map on which the seismetic earthquake occurrences for a 50 year period were plotted in clearly visible serpentine lines surrounding many land masses and also running through land masses, including two of the big continents. This is an Earth seismetic map spanning many years; she said; in which each dot represents an earthquake, plotted over a 50 year period. There is one important feature of this map, it is a 'modified Mercator projection', in which the distortion toward the poles is less by a factor of 1/3 than on a full Mercator projection map. You will notice, here; she ran the bright white dot of blue light from the hand held waver pencil down the middle of the map, saying; this is what is called the Mid Atlantic Rift, on Earth. You will note that here is a most distinctive curve which roughly fits in top to bottom, sandwiched mid way between these jig saw like pieces of the land masses of the East coast of North and South America, and the West coast of the land masses of Africa and Europe. And, then, coming over here; she moved the light point toward the left side of the map passing over the land masses, and ran the light point down another distinctive curveture, saying; we see similar looking curvatures in the seismetic actions along the West coasts of North and South America, and as well, further over here on the West side of the Pacific Oceon; she moved the light further to the left, this time travelling horizontally via the Himalaya Mountains, curving out through Indonesia, then back up through Japan, and on up the coast out into the Aleutian Islands. If you think these curvatures are alike you are very right. They are identical!' Yashine-Arrahh glanced in rapid succession straight to the 64 students who were seated in various parts of the room, who had simultaneously intuited the answer; 'these are perfectly recurring seismetic waves. The scientists of Earth know nothing about these waves. To demonstrate the waves more clearly you make a transparent overlay as I am doing here.' Her male assist now handed her a large transparent piece of film, which she placed over the whole of the Mid Atlantic Rift, and whilst he held, she drew in red crayon the complete outline of the Mid Atlantic Rift, following it from near the North Pole all the way down through the split toes which went left toward the tip of South America, and in the opposite direction around South Africa up into the Persian Gulf. She included the shoot from the Azores into the Mediterranean and Agean Sea area, carefully outlining all of the noted seismetic strings with the red crayon. Not really the exact replica; she continued as of not having paused to draw the outline; but in reciprocal form. She flipped the outline top to bottom, then again from left to right, two 180 degree turns, then she placed the red outline, in its new alignments, over the west coastal lines of the lands of the west coasts of North and South America, where not only did the outline perfectly match the coastal lines of the land itself, in absolutely striking fashion, but, where it departed coastal contours, it perfectly followed the seismetic dots of the earthquakes themselves. The toe which had nearly touched South America in the Mid Atlantic Rift wave now ended up the Alaskan coast and out into the Aleutian Islands. Then she flipped the overlay over again and kind of jiggled it a bit until she found the perfect fit over the Himalyas, Indonesia, and Japan, up into the Aleutian Islands again virtually stopping atop the very spot in which the American coast alignment ended. The spot on the map was noted as Amchitka Island. 'This point'; she said pointing the pointer to Amchitka; 'is where a couple of major nuclear explosions were tested. Now you figure it out'; she said to the wide eyed class of young women'; that an academic science which took nearly a century to prove to itself that the Earth's land masses fit together like a jigsaw puzzle, might also be a bit sluggish in observing that Earthquakes occur harmonically within recurring seismetic linkups which girdle the planet, and do not always follow the contours of Earth's teutonic shifting plates. And once Earth's scientists had academically proven the existence of floating land masses;' she continued; 'how long do you think it would take the same breed of authorities to link those waves to the definative daily Moon tide plunging action of the rising and falling North and South American land masses coupled to the gravitational forces of the Moon, and tied to the higher frequency couplings of viboratory energies amongst the planets and nearby star systems, and along the intergalactic inter dimensional ecliptic, and so on. Its no wonder Melchizedek Authorities upstairs have been looking at each other in near disbelief each time the Earth produces one of its new stunts. However we don't wish to digress too far, here, we want to keep our thoughts centered on the problems you shall have to contend with when you get to the Earth. Now would be a suitable time for a break. Jo-Ahnnaahh has made some lovely star burst cookies for you non dieters. She shared humor with the class here in that their nurishment, on Orion, was sustained in the peculiar, particular, strong radiations of flowers that revitalized and revjuvinated their energy blueprints as beings, who had no need, in this projection of beingness, to partake of cell or molecules. The class session ended with an enthusiasm as always, equal to the enthusiasm with which the class session had started. -------------------------------------------------- 'The significance, is that each of you will be asked voluntarily to take part in a massive hold in the consciousness to help stablize and minimize the destructive re-actions of an upcoming major nuclear bomb test the negative astral-psychic rejects who control the U.S government's military intend to conduct, at a crucial focal point of the planet, and on a crucial day for vital incoming Cosmic inductions. By stablizing twelve central planetary nodes, by your collective co-operation in a unification in consciousness, the damaging effects can be minimized, and in some cases dissolved completely. There will be stress and strain, of course, for all of you, migrain headaches of short duration, perhaps a few hours at most, that you would not want to wish on anyone, but that is the case at the present time, the strain has to move through the body world as it also moves through the ionnic. We all thank you for volunteering. This is vital and there is no escaping the negative consequences for the planet if no correction factors are set up in place in the planetary Higher Dimensions before hand'. Over 10 million higher soul beings will also be linked in simulataneously to help cushion the impact of this nuclear blow through our higher frequencies, the impact travelling faster than the speed of light. Many of the souls present in this session will not know, through their outer egos when back and wide awake walking around on the planet thinking and seeming to be just in a physical body world, that the higher intuned factors of themselves are so at work. It is those few who have been able to step clear of their egos, and now percieve their inner strengths and Reality, who will feel the most strain, and accept it willingly without anger or feeling sorry for themselves, in the day and a half after the bomb takes place. Preparing for the future, is the gist of it all, step by step, event by event, always ongoing, always changing, and always from above to below and back up again into the Higher Dimensions. It ties in to a process called Cyclonnic Law, which evolves in 9 year cycles that is unique for each person. It works to perform miracles at an amazing pace when a number of souls and physical beings become united on the Earth (on the Earth but no longer of it) so that their 9 year cyclonnic laws synchronize and start working in unison. -------------------------------------------------- ... In fact the artifacts, the tripod, the overlays, even the room, did not exist as physical things that would survive through time. They were, all of it, composed of pure energy substance brought into being suitable for the moment by pure thought of stupendous energy abilities Higher Up. The room of students were in fact projectees from the other planet who had been brought to this room on Orion for updating. Many were in fact asleep at various individual places around their home planet, but each was having the similar inductive experience as if wide awake when asleep, even though only a few physically knew each other on their home planet and would not outwardly know of the identical dream unless one got around to asking another, or more likely, mention a particularly vivid 'experience' upon which the other would exclaim how, 'holy cow, they too had just had the same ...' etc. But even so, not all details would be identical between the two recountings. In fact each of the students gathered by great efforts on behalf of Upstairs, experience different regions in consciousness, different interpretations, different conversions, as the teaching session goes on. In fact there were during breaks between lecture sessions conversations involving, say, four soul beings, but three would see each other and the fourth would be invisible to one, whereas another would be invisible to yet another, and in fact the same face, the same conversation, could in fact occur with the Lecturess and, say, three students, simultaneously, and each of the students would be unaware that any other conversation was taking place other than the one right in front of their face. Yes, the lecturess could do this, as can anyone else stable in the Higher Dimensions, conduct multiple conversations, using the same time place and space in the movement in consciousness to hold different movements in consciousness. Because everything Upstairs is made of energy, all of it, ultimately, controlled by and created by pure thought. What being A heard and saw, can be totally different than what being B hears and sees, even though both A and B are standing there talking with the Lecturess. Such is life as it sometimes is in Reality. For that matter, each of the students can have up to 199 different atoms projected into 199 different places at once, including different planets or stars, and so, it can happen that several different teaching sessions can be occuring simultaneously on several different planets, all dealing at that moment with a common theme or subject matter of enough importance to warrant this activity, and all of the teaching going into the main registers of each student for a net progressive effect in the direction of positive result, purposeful raising up in frequency, progressive evolution. .... The person is awake while asleep, so to speak. Not wishing to move even an iota, nevertheless lying there wide awake is an awareness that has gradually inexorably crept into consciousness of a very loud intermittant .....SPANG!......SPANG!.....SPANG!..... a loud resonant sound hanging nearby in the air, almost as if someone was slowly banging the bottom of a large kettle in the kitchen. Lying there monitoring the sound, the person inexorably concludes that it is water drops falling into the kitchen sink. It is very LOUD. Sleep is impossible until getting up and turning the offending tap off, the person is lying there, thinking, thinking about the getting up, thinking about going into the kitchen, thinking about exactly how to turn the stubborn tap off to quit the drips....... zzzzzzzzz .......the person gradually awakens again, this time by noise of a car going slowly up the pavement strip past the front door of the small cabin at the campsite. Something else moves to the forefront of the person's consciousness - there is a very quiet almost imperceptably weak sound of a tap dripping in the kitchen sink, this time so weak the sound can barely be discerned through other background noises, for instance the plugged in heater, and the power supply of the computer which has been left on when the person had finally crashed in fatigued sleep after several hours work non-stop on a writing project using the computer. The earlier mightier SPANGS! of the dripping drops from the tap are completely absent. What was it, about that perception, which had made that sound so LOUD! earlier, and now in an awake while asleep state again, almost unhearably weak so low and far away its (the dripping's) volume....... zzzzzzzz ........it is morning the sun up the little chipmonk on the picnic table on the front patio wood at the front door of the cabin busily stuffing its pouches with bird seed scattered on the tabletop and a blue jay swooping in with a loud announce to scoop up a piece of bread. Upright, on the feet, a bit unsteady, teetering toward the toilet for an urgent leak, the person cannot stop thinking of the loud SPANGS! of the night before. WHAT had caused such loud audible volume in the perceptions. WHAT? WHAT? Is it possible to turn such volume ON, at WILL? -------------------------------------------------- THREE: ASPEN PIECE, SECTION ONE -------------------------------------------------- The scene now is 1400 years back in time relative to current time in the Orion Sector. An assembly of the American Institute of Scientists and Engineers is just coming together for the opening session in Aspen Colorado. Some of the people are wandering into the convention room adjusting their hand made name tags, obtained by handing over a simple $10.00 fee at the registration table out in front by the main door. The Society is one which keeps its budget simple due to the intense heat of constant public scrutiny, ergo no security, no questionaire. A blond haired very youthful middle aged fellow who is the direct descendent of the chief engineer who was in charge of the original American Apollo space project to the Moon is the newly elected president for the coming year. His private life pre-occupation is how to teleport to the Moon, without molecular scramblers. The consciousness does the deed, not a man made machine. Even tho he knows that some of those present at the convention are working on a prototype for a transporter, the president shares a private view amongst a few that some of the information for a new kind of science is coming through from sources that are not created by the genes of Earth people. But it is difficult to tell, they seem to be getting the new science in humbling bits and pieces, rather than as if some gods suddenly exploded into view passing around the blueprints. This is why speculation about sources remains as a few shared comments amongst the, ah, er, forgetful. As for the rest of the convention, debunker jokes are making the rounds in testicular roars amongst the deligates about Third Encounters, and so on. The usual dialogue prevailing. A facimile of the transporter model is on display in the large auditorium, against the left wall, with a pair of boy and girl barbie dolls dressed to the hilt like space people on halloween, holding hands under a little red plexiglass semi-sphere cut to 2/3 size, domed over their heads. One bit out of a 200,000,000 bit entry assembler in one of the P.O.R.K resonators in this particular model has checked out to have a capacity for an arbitrary 2-bit binary in it, which is why this model isn't going to be used for a demonstration, the two-bit extra destroying the logic of everything following. Still, plugging along in binomial the designers had concentrated on blocking out cosmic rays so that not even one Muon was capable of tampering with the logic. But, now they had found that the logic itself is not whole sound and perfect, due to the law of Simultaneity. That is, that a very minute percentage of the Electrons are capable of popping through time, or rather, exchanging energy statuses with another without involving enertia. (Themes of Zero Point Vacumn keep coming forth in vigorous discussions about the matter). The effect is so small as to be virtually unnoticable, except, now, in massive binary circuits. Because the effect is noticably more pronounced in the presence of certain researchers it is very suspect that these electron jumps may be caused somehow by thought, and one of the items on the agenda is to be an exploratory discussion on the phenomena because the banking and credit institutions having caught wind of the discovery are urging for facts, now that it seems their own employees, or rather something about their employee's thoughts, may be the cause of errors troubling computer credit data processing all these years. But enough digression. This is just another of the many problems this planet has to plow through before the souls of the Earth, (which has been the temporary major prison planet for the new local Cosmic Age Dispensation), learn how to use substance correctly, until no more prison is necessary. ... A mural has also been erected, on the other wall, but it is of no particular interest to anyone here (except the new president for the coming year) other than that, the mural is very good art, adding a well done ambiance to the room. It has been done by a young man with artist abilities who is more or less unnoticed as an ordinary looking guy amongst these dignatories and emenences of science. Funny thing about these emenances; the more eminent, the more humble, at least in projected manner. Three of equal eminance have arrived at the revolving door to the front entrance simultaneously and the one no the other has stepped back to let the first no the third through the door first, but this, the third, (the Nobel Prize winner) also steps back hurredly at the very last second to make the other two go through first. Because they have been so busily conversing as they hurried in, their momentum carries them in a backstepping cluster tight into the revolving door, all three in the same wing, jambed tight, wrangled, tangling up everything, the three are stuck fast in the door, finally one manages to spoot out of the spin, then the other two get their arms and legs untangled enough to make exit and at this point who exits first is moot - who's pipe is sticking out of the hair of number one .... ... The mural is interesting in its own right because it contains two images of the solar system side by side so as to take up the whole wall. The great image on the left is clearly of some of the planets and moons. The other, on the right, is kind of done in dotted lines, as if it were a kind of mirror or subtely incorrect virtual image of the other, except that the uniqueness in the apparent symmetry is deliberate. Because of the broad gold border at the far left, the whole visage appears when seen from a distance, across the room by the two barbie dolls for instance, as a large number 100. Between the two main parts comprising the 00 , within a very narrow gap, almost like a crack in the universe, right down the centerline between the two equal sections, is a small equation written there in pencil in so small a fashion as to be nearly requiring a magnifying glass to read it. What is written is ' 1 times 10 to the power 27 '. The only other writing is, in the lower left corner of the left panel, ' COSMIC ', and in the lower right corner of the other panel the word ' FUNDAMENTAL '. The word COSMIC is in orange, and the word FUNDAMENTAL is in scintillating sky blue ... ... The objects in the large left panel are obviously the Earth, Moon, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, the Sun, and a point indicating 1/2 way between Earth and Venus, and also 1/2 way between Earth and Mars. In the right panel the objects are noted as elementary particles, specifically the Pion, Eta, Rho, Xion, J/PSI, and Upsilon. There are other MeV mass energies noted, but these are not self evidently in place in the artwork, but obviously have something to do with the intent being communicated by the art ... ... The only individual to have come to view the artwork in close detail the first day it appeared is the new president for the coming year. Later that evening, in the executive penthouse suite on the top floor of the hotel, this same individual, along with the young man who did the drawing, and associates of the young man, will have a keen and energetic discussion about Radionnic Star ships, Galactic class included, not UFO's, and then about how to teleport to the Moon and why it is that humans still can't do so, due to short circuits in their consciousness. An odd thing happens to the young man who did the artwork, during this discussion that evening, the discussion suddenly takes course in directions the young man simply could not follow, could not fathom with clear intent, and something collapsed within, the young man faded, the voices in the room became far away and feeble sounding, tiny in the ears, a form of tunnel hearing akin to tunnel vision had momentarily set in and the young man momentarily lost contact with his spiritual self confidence. It took many months for the full self confidence to return, it coming back after the young man began to realize that it was not imortant to know all things in ways that could be expressed as mental, in order to know a great number of new things that are actually going on in Reality. The young man did not hear how the conversation ended that evening in the swank environment of the hotel's penthouse suite and shook hands duely as the discussion broke up in the wee hours. A few days later the young man left to spend the greater part of a year in hiding, a secret soul lodged in the open of a world famous Yogi's asrham to learn first hand how the mental mind thinks to formulate its religious beliefs, instincts, and cosmologoly, in ways suitable to whatever the yogi practitioners and truth seekers want to think in mental/emotional ways, having nothing whatever to do with Reality. After this experience, the young man was no longer concerned with pinning everything down to the ultimate degree in order to have wisdom, insight, and ability to work in full with Cosmic Law. The old mental way of doing things on the Earth, and still a main problem, could now be shown as nonsence, from first hand experience, gained by the young man as Truth takes control more and more over illusions. Well, enough of that for now, other things of more importance are p r e s s i n g i n ... ............ Ohhhh its going to be a big one. Its going to be very very big. This time the induction wide awake when laying down to go to sleep is strong yes steady the shutters and bumps are jiggling the pituitary gland with strong energy chatter. The range of the viewscape is rapidly growing darker as the induction continues further and further down into the pit, carefully, now, ever so carefully, every iota of aware-sense inner-tuned to the responsibility of staying sharply aligned with whatever it is that is happening. All of a sudden the descent ends, no more down, but, muck and turmoil completely around, there is nothing but roil surrounding the whole of the innerview space, wait a minute, a new shudder has just begun to take hold, a longer stronger vibration is beginning to saturate the whole local area within it, the vibration strengthens inevitably very fast and all of a sudden a galaxy class space ship begins to emerge, round, flathish, windows all around its central viewstations, this ship is LARGE a crew of 5,000 higher dimensional Unistars are in its compliment the vibration starting to intensify with urgent intent the ship begins to move or so ever slowly upwards and in exact reverse order to the descent into the pit the consciousness and the galaxy class radionnic star ship and all that is attached and engaged in this urgent purpose begin to rise up and out of the mire until all of a sudden the radionnic ship breaks free into light, slowly begins to move away out into far forward of energy frequency space, and lying on the bed, still hot from the intensity of the shudders, the participater turns at once to the question of what has just happened. Almost before the question is asked the answer is present, in 1945 just before the second atom bomb test by the United States in Nevada after the first surprise atomic bomb hit in Reality a Radionnic Star Ship had chosen to move in for a closer look not knowing what was happening with these super snap atomic blasts the ship got caught in whiplash the fury of the blast striking the crew so unawares so unpreprepared so fast the whole ship and crew within crystallized on the instant, dropped on the instant from the lower 5th into the lower 4th dimension and had begun a gradual slow sink further into quicksand getting stuck further and further down in deep muck of the pit until a Unistar was able to glimpse it one day decades later the Unistar strong enough to go cruising by down in those areas temporarily without getting caught in snag and thought impulses went upstairs immediately and a few days later now that the ship had been located enough prepare had taken place upstairs in the higher dimensions to attempt this daring rescue attempt which WORKED! successfully! the first time tried!. No one got left behind, no one lost, not one single soul got snagged to be lost for eons in the evenpool of darkness, not even one, all were rescued. It was only a few weekslater the second rescue took place, this time a lot deeper down into the pit and a lot more help upstairs collectively connected in unification in consciousness for far stronger buffets and jolts as the descent continued at a rapid slow clip down down down deeper into the pit this time way past the deep of before the target recognized the moment it is seen, so black hardly any residual radionnic light is leaking from it nevertheless the jubulation of discovery is complete the joy and happiness of certain kinds can be felt and sensed all the way back up the line as thought immediately grabs hold of the ship and begins to suck it upward this time a lot more resistence a lot more concentration in single minded effort to suck it free from the bottom laywer mire finally it begins to pluck loose and it comes free slowing it begins to rise a major intense effort needed to keep the ship in focus through the prepared up-channel the ship hard to read so dark is it after all these eons the awareness already passing the news that this was the other one a second galaxy class radionnic star ship which happened to get trapped by something that happened 250,000 years ago and this right now the first time a chance has opened for opportunity to go down into the bottom of hell soooo farrrrr down there to lift it back up crew soul atoms still imprisoned on board in-prisoned that whole time going to need some very sincere rehabilitation to get them back in soul re-adjustments and consciousness re-alignment and rejuvination but great joy everywhere involved because the crew long gone from the picure have just been brought back into REALITY. Exhausted, the Unistar quickly falls fully asleep and the night passes fast morning song birds a Unistar wide awake the day acts well under way still deep in thought thinking back over the fact that a second galaxy class starship, the only other one ever to be trapped in Earth, has just been rescued. Vibes are going to change on the surface of the planet and in the mass consciousness as a result, no doubt of that, the trapped ship having being cause of wrong turmoil and conjestion amiss for 250 centuries not through any fault of its own just for being there the wrong kind of energy in the wrong place and the negatives had latched onto it for all that time misusing that temporarily uncentered Christ power for personal and malpractice gains but now things are going to be different, very different, in years to come. Circ 1995. Greydon Moore. -------------------------------------------------- FOUR: BEGIN INTERVIEW -------------------------------------------------- You are a bit of an enigma individual; she said straight off to the man she had come to interview. The newspaper reporter was not quite comfortably seated on a couch upon whose other end is the fellow sitting with a relaxed expression. There was something very odd about his ego, or rather, age, she noticed right away, an indeterminateness, his age was rather indeterminant for she has arrived hoping to interview a scientific type who was rather predictable in more ways than one. But right away, even as far back as one minute 37 seconds before, just as she had come through the door, and looked across the floor for a place to set down her briefcase then the couch to sit herself quickly, she had noticed, or was it sensed, this differentness, or was it indeterminency, about him, otherwise he was an ordinary looking guy, except she could not tell his age. What she meant by ordinary looking was that he seemed almost familiar to her, evoking a bit of a de ja'vu in a feeling she couldn't quite pinpoint. - Fact is he had appeared in a dream two days before, one of those intense fully bright full colored epok sagas that goes on and on, continuing after waking up and falling back to sleep - but she did not outwardly remember any of the dream's experiences except for a few vague passages, but in fact had met the young man in Higher Being form in this case, not from a previous dispensation from a previous planet or Star where in previous interludes they had worked together before. This was different, the Upstairs working together was new. The meeting today had been engineered by very deft close tracking to finally get the two to be intuitively impulsed so as to be physically sitting in the same room together at the appropriate time on Earth. This may seem unusual or extraordinary. But concider an Upstairs Task Force able to get many dozens of high powered incarnates together in the same city, and in fact the same room, at the same time, the interdimensionally impulses gathering individuals from all over the globe who had thought themselves enwombed in a self contained shell called ego and body, until the gathering at once in the same place, and Truth began to flow in great illuminations answering questions in brillient flashes of illumination that had been within each of the individuals, and formerly thought unique and private, since early childhood. The young man had been amongst the earlier assembled, a few years before, which had been broken up by very negative entities controlling part of the media, including daily newspaper and TV. The meeting today was to try something new from a different tack, based on X factor probables: it was not known what exactly might result from today's meeting, but hopefully from the point of view of Upstairs it would be to get the reporter to spontaneously abandon her ambition, career urge, glamor, and conceit - she fortunately had not yet become vain, did not suffer vanity, one of the worst traps of all - and to start functioning in full power on her higher frequencies. The young man knew this. The reporter of course did not, due to the plug of static constantly being formed and reformed by her outer ego.) ... Thus the stage has been set, Upstairs, as it is now also on Earth, in the room. As you can see it is the present day opposite of the old expression 'in heaven as it is on Earth', more realistically what is supposed to happen in the meeting is 'on Earth, as it is in Heaven' ... Several conflicting reactions about her first judgments of him are in fact playing a kind of pepped up ping pong in her thoughts. However the more she tried to pre-judge something predictable, such as his age, the more the ping pong increased her first confusion regarding this interview because she had arrived at the front door anticipating someone older, or even a very young someone, the kind who gets turned on playing floor to ceiling chess with a hologram hooked to a computer, or something, with opened copies of Omni and Scientific American scattered around the coffee table. She'd already realized that her private jokes in the half hour it took her to get here had all been fantasies, about interviewing a guy who had glasses with lenses thick enough that by peering through the lenses the American flag on the Moon could be seen in minute detail. This was a joke her friend on CBC radio had made about another CBC announcer, on CBC TV. She, smiling and getting ready, notebook now resting in lap, pen in hand, hand reposed across the notebook not yet open, is nonetheless studying this guy almost with the same flag on the Moon scrutiny. He did seem about, maybe, 30, but now there was that grey hair on the temples, she noticed, and with a start realized he could be old enough to be her father. There were very fast thoughts flitting through her as simultaneously she moved some parts of her body to decrease the build up of discomfort in her pose because she had always assumed a kind of pose to try to set up a feeling of equality with those she was interviewing and always she felt the same unatural stiffness that was hard to irradicate from the way her body felt as a female. Except when she was alone of course, and not conscious of her intelligence, her career, or her equality. It was when alone that her feelings of sexuality most of all didn't exist. (She hadn't yet realized that the feelings of sexuality when in public were almost entirely coming from other people's minds and emotions broadcast directly to her - no wonder she was so uncomfortable in public, no apparant defence to what was most otherwise apparantly obvious to incarnates in the flesh walking the Earth but not longer of it, being re-intuned to Reality). And yet, very quickly, the clamor in her private thoughts was settling down and already the fleeting images of herself alone at home in front of the T.V. set watching herself as a stringer on the T.V. news was fading and just as rapidly she was beginning to hear him talking to her about, would you believe it, having seen her a couple of nights ago on T.V. (that old bugaboo - that fading out, doing a news flash from the scene of that tunnel hearing, had entered in, in her uncertainty when entering the door, now she was aware of it and did her well practiced techniques to bring herself at once back into the here and now), a science fiction seminar on new black hole theory where equations show that stuff can leave black holes randomly such that the probability is real that anything at all can so forth spew out, some of it by missing the singularity, and one of the world's leading theoretical scientists had commented that he was currently working on statistics showing how frequently a full, and completely correct, page of Shakespear, in particular a perfect clone of a page signed by Shakespear himself, could appear around these black hole events, and the man she had come to interview is telling how that new theory didn't alarm him at all because, in his point of view, it also meant that a Higher Consciousness in Creation could control by thought exactly what went in and out of black holes so that instead of Shakespear and the universe being preposterous as some scientists were rapidly beginning to believe, the Universe was in fact a very organized body of Intelligence, Energy, Substance, Thought, Action, and Creation. But it was that little alarm button - or was it cringe - which had fired anew in her mind actually her emotions at his mention of her T.V. broadcast the moment she had been thinking of it! Was she crazy? Did crazy people think it wasn't co-incidence? That life long cringe of nerves was bothering her again, all the more this time. All the rest, what he was saying about black holes and Higher Consciousness using black holes for transforming energies and so on, sailed way over her head, she was sorry to admit, altho she felt annoyed toward others whenever she suspected anyone might be trying to test out her expect- ations, or rather, her level of intelligence. But, the guy sitting on the couch was saying something quite different, saying he really didn't know what to make of black holes and in fact thought they might not exist, at least in the current theoretical view, but that likely there were levels of energy translations throughout the Cosmos for the purposes of the Supreme Creators which might be the subject of misinterpretations at the present level of science of this world! What did he mean, she wondered, fast. So, but, he was saying, I don't want to do or say anything to upset you, it's not in me to want to try to evoke annoyance or anger in anyone because all that does is upset peace of mind, if you know what I mean. She reached in to her large handbag and pulled out a small portable tape recorder without a power cord, wondering, all of a sudden, if an interview with this guy was going to be possible. Listen, she said, maybe it would be better if ... Time passed quickly, as did some of her history. ... all of which had been part of her uniquely private self for most of her lifetime. She was thinking within herself, I'm not crazy. And rather than a flood of new revelations, new emotions, there was in fact the opposite, a flood of old emotions, old ideas, departing her, as if being carried away on a current. In the same near instant, in a thought behind the thought, she became aware that she was wide awake to a whole new dimension in her existence, and in the same moment of new breath she noticed that the life long depair was missing, it was also vanished as completely as if it had never existed in Reality, which of course it never had, it had existed only in the illusions of her outer world view, formed by her ego, starting in early childhood projected in incarnation on Earth in a physical body. But she had not gotten this far yet, in the sudden waking up, her physical body was still what she thought it was, S H E. Something else was happening, just then, in her increasingly vast library, that would take her sometime to comprehend, and that is, that in the heartfelt smile she returned, as a female she felt as an equal with the man she had come to interview. This same equality is shared in female/male, male/female polarity throughout Creation. During the time space she had an image come in fast of her dresser at home covered with a bizarre display of neatly organized makeups and womenlies and was already beginning to think of whether she should throw everything out or give it to the Salvation Army. She thought about this hard for a moment, too hard, and abruptly began the duality again, a spell of a suddenly recognized sense of physical paralysis with a distasteful stench in her nostrils as a host of outer ego images came hurtling back at her into the old spinout of thoughts. With the makeup were other quickies of herself in high social contacts, feeling pleased about her glamor and makeup techniques and lines borrowed, the cocain ettiquettes amongst certain friends she took for granted altho not a user herself, the marijuanna smoking as part of her media life, the rock stars singing of sex and paradise, the steps she had been making toward liberating herself as a woman to enjoy sex in freedom with anyone, and it began to feel like hell. Until she realized something very simple, that the guy, if in her position, would undoubtedly throw the makeup out so that no one else would ever get stuck with it. This was very nice because this time she had waited for an answer and found that it was already in herself intuitively. She also knew intuitively, or maybe even instinctively, that somewhere in Reality was a very strong magnificent purpose, which she was turning toward. Again there was a release, a flood of pressure going away. This time there was a new upwelling, or insurge, not an excitement, or tangible emotion, and definately not something to resist. It could be loosely called a more inspired purpose in her motivation as to the kind of changes she was beginning to fathom as a new vision regarding the writing of this interview. One thing she knew for sure, she was wanting to be as kind to him as he is being with her. She felt it honestly when she said thank you, at the close of the interview. She became, said the lecturess on Orion, one of the first of the randomly re-awakened females to begin to function stably in the higher frequencies of her own soul atom even whilst toiling in the ruck amuck of the tumult of the Earth at that time. One of her first new stories concerned that present day's attitude toward the good life of free sex and the everyday carnal abuses, written in such a way that a great number of people who had been accepting the media's lies became aware the degree of lies is very real on regressed planets. Partly an organic reaction caused by tuning in too heavily into the wrong thoughts. Some of the people you may have to soon face are so regressed they may think such stenches are a perfume. On the positive side, the smell of Gardenias, if you happen to notice it around at any time, is a fragrence of very high order from spiritual Reality moving in you and through you at the time you are inducting anew and percieving so correctly, that the smell of Gardenia becomes obvious. Some religious optimists say that such smell of flowers is the presence of angels, but it is far more than that, particularly the smell of Gardenias. On the other hand, stenchlies such as sulfur, garlic, rotton eggs, poo, bad breath, mustiness, even something like turpentine but isn't, can signal grave heavies in the inner air and aura. Sloshing around in water, which keeps increasing, turns into flooding, is also a sign that thinking is amiss, expecially in sleep state experiences. Urgently trying to close windows in such a sleep state is also a turn backwards, you should always strive to throw the windows wide open, even if there are chilling blasts at first. This is the flow of new pure spiritual air coming in for the Aquarian Age. Just try to remember to throw open any windows whenever the urge to slam them shut occurs. Eventually, you will get it right. But back to matters at hand. If ever you notice any stench within yourself you know that you have temporarily stepped off base somewhere in your internal alignment with Reality. In fact you may at times have to temporarily endure more of the worst whilst in the presence of, or in a situation perpetrated by, others on these regressed planets whose abuses and misuses are sufficient to cause strong unfavorable reactions in people's outer egos. But I hope and ask that you always remain perfect in everything you think say and do, as the Christ in yourselves would have you do. She and her Soul Mate both smiled warmly to the students in the classroom. Your purpose on Earth is not to proclaim the Law; she continued; but to demonstrate the One Law by your actions, putting what you know into practice without being Messianic about your own Divine Beingness, because you are especially chosen for what's to come, and its the kind of work in which the tough guys succeed, no mandy pandy religious nonesense with promises of fantastic rewards for doing nothing but praying, sobbing, and going door to door begging for recruits. This is nitty gritty slogging in the midst of the hell state of the planet, including all of its third dimension. She stated this as a fact, rather than intoning anything of a personal virbration to the students even though her frequency vibrations were in fact scintillating mightily through the room and far reaching elsewhere including further Upstairs. Not bad, for a soul who had once been caught up in the rebellion, had accidentally gotten some corruption and had already gotten free of it and now was working non stop along with untold millions of others to help clean up the mess they helped create, everyone involved a volunteer. Yasmine Arrahh paused to thumb quickly further into the folio until she came to a particular passage. She creased her thumb down the center of the manuscript because this folio was quite thick and the pages tended to flip on their own, but, quickly, she was talking again, saying; ... -------------------------------------------------- FIVE: ORION INTERLUDE -------------------------------------------------- ... and the curve of some galaxies. Not golden spirals, everyone knows about golden spirals and he even taught his seminar erroneously that all of the work by scientists had already been done by a century ago, and, that, all that was left was to fill in the missing pieces. No, that wasn't his major mistake. He was caught up in the challenge of proving that any routinely singular lineal summed series of numbers would not relate to fundamental theory, except by co-incidence. In his paper he meant to include the proviso that this excluded quanta and chromodynamic entities. But the exact statement of the above proof also evaded him. Now to let you in on a little secret. It had been evading him half his term in post doctorate studies, and the theoretical project officially assigned him by the Head of the Physics Department was, ah, well, ah, lagging. But nobody knew this except himself. He had been able to manouver through several reports on the official status of the project at least to the extent that his money was assured till the end of the year. But what happens to a post doctorate who fails to complete a project assigned by the Chairman ... ... who cares, he shouted suddenly, explosively, loudly, within his private thoughts, straight into the face of the Head of the Physics Department, whereupon the image of the Department Head withered and disappeared from his inner movie screen, altho, Dr. Cover didn't notice. Dr. Cover never noticed anything like that happening within himself and shouted privately all the time to those who he thinks are the cause of his problems, including the guy who proposed the silver spiral, whoever he was. Dr. Cover felt a long surge of the de ja'vu again ... ... On and on went such circular thinking, sometimes rapidly, sometimes slowly, not to mention what it was doing to his sex life, spending his time working out computer logic because of a simple conclusive proof which kept expanding into infinities of no answers. It almost seemed endless. Unhappy tho he was when he started thinking of these things, happy tho he was when he thought of the rewards, of how he would be able to extract every possible iota of recognition when he came up with the proof. Except for the problem of the scientific certainty assignment from the Head of the Physics Department who wanted some trivial other information ... ... The truth is that the Silver Spiral is whole sound and perfect. This is a major action in Christ Energy Principles of Reality and has great influence because it is so simple. You know in fact that all of these thoughts are actually whispering through the intuitive mind of Dr. Cover but it was like he had his head stuck in a boiler factory rotating on rough ball bearings, so noisy, so low frequency were his own private poor little old me thoughts which centered around his career urgent dilemmas according to the kind of universe he thought, or rather, thinks he can prove according to his own images and likenesses about universes ... ... and then he thought maybe he should call downstairs to the assistent to make sure the leaky gas switch was thrown but, when he picked up the phone, the line was dead, or rather, there was no tone, and then, incredibly an operator asks "Is this Dr. Circumstance", and for the heck of it he said yes it is and this lady with a French Canadian accent said; "Funny ting the phone didn't ring an I jes made the connection when I hear heavy breaths on the phone and can't figure out what had happened", and then she said there was a long distance call for Dr. Circumstance, and it turned out to be from this guy who wanted information on Silver curves in nature ... -------------------------------------------------- What is most interesting and to the point is he was one of ours, a voluntary incarnate who entered the body and flesh world as a double positive intended along the way in growing up to shuck aside the illusions of ego and to start getting to work translating new blueprints from Upstairs to downstairs so that new frequencies could start moving from downstairs back Upstairs through his input to help dissolve the last aftermaths of the Luciferian Rebellion and bring to completion the Christ Plan for Planet Earth. Instead, he got caught. A couple of bad experiences at age 10 caused his outer ego to crystalize a set of beliefs that were wrong, but became more and more central motivators in his future course of actions on Earth. This led to goal pursuits, and a career, chosen without the sanction of anyone Upstairs whatever, as a physicist. The main problem now, from the point of view of Upstairs, is how to unplug that crystalized ego. Not easy to do when the ego is so crystalized it does not want to hear or accept anything that contradicts the ego. When he eventually kicks the bucket, shucks off the temporary mortal robe, he will arrive back in Reality intact, with just a short term sense of disappointment over opportunity lost to stay with him a moment or two, until immediately, new plans are made and offered in volunteer action for him to be involved in. The work never stops. Neither does the Glory of working in the illumination of great light. -------------------------------------------------- Some changes occur. It is noticed that some of the people in the lecture room are not there any longer, and a few others are now there who were not there a short while ago. The age is changed too, some could be said to be middle aged or older if on Earth. The light seems different too. A women has just been spinning a chalice filled with wine on the palm of her hand by thought when it had suddenly bobbled spilling a few splashes. 'I shall have to practice with a pound cake', she said, matter of factly. A moment later, another person, female, is conducting the lecture, which is already in progress ...... ....... Earth doctors talk about the five physical senses. Earth mysticals talk about the 'sixth' sense. It is the actual 110 senses we want to rev up, get them re-activated after your physical birth. 'Rev' 'Rev', she says. 110 atoms spinning around the room start gathering into one large glorious atom spinning on three different axis. 'CHRIST is so BRIGHT it is barely possible to look upon such LIGHT directly'. The spinning atom they were all looking at, already alarmingly bright, suddenly pales in comparision by a new light which begins to appear at the spinning atom's point of center. The new light got so hot that within seconds it was unbearable to most in the room, who pulled away, disconnecting from the intensity of the light, many feeling that a second or two more and they would have been turned to a crisp. 'I have been able to see this light in perception for only 15 seconds before breaking contact. Seven seconds is not bad, a few of you did that just now. If you can hold steady on that light without loosing control of perception, you will be percieving Christ in pure Higher Reality form. But for some of us here in the Fifth Dimension a moment is a pretttty good start. At times to come in the future you will be able to stand in the presence of such light and gain strength the whole time. At this moment, however, here is what Earth uses to get strength': an image of the grisly corpse gloats into the room, this time not contorted in the most twisted agonies of pain and despair the human mind can imagine by artistic means, but grinning fiendishly to display the scope of the diabollical scam it has been all along, on Earth. One hiccup and fart, and the world famous crucifix crashes in a lump of heavy vapor on the floor, pinned there by vibration. The whole Radionnic Ship seems to Whump with the Thump. Then silence. 'Is that what they call a lead fart', someone asks naively. Then the laugh, everyone enjoying the joke on planet Earth. And now a time out, a 15 minute pause for refreshments and banter. Then a moment to reconvene. -------------------------------------------------- There is the usual murmer of levity. Levity is always welcome in the realms of Reality. The Lecturess again turns on the bright blue white dot of light from the hand held laser pencil which actually consisted of a material-like blueprint of pure energy in maintained actions of geometric patterns which comprised its substance, the same substance as herself, and her students, and the classroom, and the bells, and all of this place in Orion, all real and all pure energy minus the lower frequency form of electrical magnetism glue which still crystallizes the Earth preceptions of much of the population into a belief that the 3rd dimension was the high point of evolution rather than the opposite Truth, that the 3rd Dimension is the outmost breath in Creation, the end of the process, and yet a start of a brand new process currently getting underway involving the brand new Creation known as Andromeda. Now that she had the intensity on at the right brightness and the dot focused to more a sparkling star the Lecturess began to scan the panel. Several of the young students in fact had embroidered the panel with beautiful flowers and other artistic decorations in rich radiant colors, like everthing here the ambiance was so well done with beauty and feeling that pure vibratory love is always present like a pure and perfect power ... The person doing the lecture has features resembling a cross between a fox and a racoon, a light grey and brown coloring to the beautiful fur. Great wisdom in their eyes. Several of these beings have been coming and going in the background, assisting, during the ongoing. - Finis - -------------------------------------------------- SIX: NOCTURNAL SEQUENCES -------------------------------------------------- Abruptly his interdimensionality changes. Or rather, suddenly he is no longer on Orion. He is rapidly amove being pulled along a tunnel or corridor in the grip of an energy so intense that his body shudders as do his whole inner perceptuals as if in an earthquake of rapid and stattering quick strong jolts. The very action of thought, percieving all this, increases sharply the intensity of the shuddering into pain thresholds not real bad but intollerable enough to wish there was none, and so, quickly, immediately, he ceases all speculative thought and gives in to the more natural nature of observing, as he hurtles along. His body still feels like being in an earthquake except the shudders along his nerves are from within. The bed, and the room, are completely still, externally. His vision continues to be pulled forward until the onrushing sense of action along the tunnel stills, and the remaining fluidity of energy quickly gells so that now he can see, as if in a gigantic hologram in front of him, an entire large galaxy similar to the milky way but clearly more tightly spiralled, in white light (the background of space is deep black) tilted at about a 30 degree angle to the left, and tilted also toward him by about 30 degrees. The whole of the space surrounding the big galaxy is peppered with small far distant galaxies in different angles and shapes, all in white, against the non light backdrop of space. Except for the one big one in the center of the vista, entirely in thin silvery white without glare. This beautiful island in the sky is slowly rotating anticlockwise. As he watches it suddenly changes position, its axis tips over to the right to about 30 degrees in opposite inclination as the top rotates away from him to about 30 degrees leaning the other direction, and begins to slowly rotate in the opposite direction. It happens within the space of a few seconds, except that he had sensed no enertia whatsoever. The other small galaxies peppering the deep of space surrounding did not move at all. He is suddenly struck in amazement not only of what he has just witnessed, but also that he has just witnessed it! The sudden thought reacts with a jolt through himself. In the recoil he goes off alignment into a spinout, turmoiling immediately into a kind of vortex. In alarm and reaction he articulates one thought in consciousness, regards the spinout: "What was that!" From somewhere in the vast evenpool of darkness now surrounding his consciousness a voice which is familiar, laughingly says; clearly referring to the spinout: "A break in the Taurus alignment". That was in 1971. Several years have passed working on the Planet and now it is 1989. The guy is awake lying on his bed as if he had never been asleep, the transition from the deep interdimensional perspective to the physical projection illusionary world of the bedroom taking no more than a few breaths and slow blinks of the eyes. Funny that he should remember, a strong homesick feeling associated. The memory is very there, registered with the impact of a very real experience and he intuitively knows that somehow he had in fact seen a galaxy change energy states. What is now surprising is how fast the change occurred, he did not know whether it was over eons in one time scale, or seconds flat in another, relative to perception of time on Earth but he has a notion whether correct or not that sometime soon an astronomer might see a galaxy flip. But now he himself has already changed, what he has seen back then did raise some very important questions within himself as to who he is and what he is in Reality. To have been able to see, in his mind's eye, a galaxy encampassed within a realm comprising his own consciousness tells him that he is not a grubber toiling amongst the sands of the Earth's surface, the very dusts which according to the best of Earth's scientific theories, have randomly come together long in the past to create him out of a pool of genes, randomly, chaotically, mortally, for a brief lifetime, then extinct. No way that this scientific scenerio is what happens. Outside the windows of the bedroom the light is dull grey must be already daybreak. Objects in the room seem oddly cast, their outlines clearly seen in tiny thin lines of white, clearly outlining the shapes in the ghostly dark of the room itself. Up the hall, through the closed door, objects can be clearly seen in other rooms also by outline in the same kind of dim white outlines. Turning over and looking to the windows, the cool white pale of daybreak seems obvious. Now his eyes have just closed, yet still he can see the objects in the room. By this time, and it has happened very quickly, he is lapsed into sleep again, in the meaning that he is no longer conscious of lying in his bedroom having a sleep. He is once more awake only this time in a place of color and circumstances, which looks familiar, whereupon he recognizes it as Aspen Colorado even tho he has never been there, physically, before, and some very important things are taking place, but not in the events of which other people are involved. The importance is found in an auditorium with details finished and unfinished regarding a large very bright and colored mural on the left hand wall. His interest likewise concerns the artist who has, or is, creating the mural. There is a definate common feeling between himself and the artist. At this point he drifts into another kind of sleep, not experiencing, but observing, at the same time catching all kinds of fast thoughts regarding this other fellow, and the mural, with an impact of a whole level of dimensions behind it. Some of the scope is gone, almost as fast as it had come, leaving the guy still observing without effort the ongoings in the otherwise dim auditorium. A president of some honor is calling the meeting together and in an odd sort of way the president is aware of a higher presence in the auditorium but his perception is not pure so that he cannot see although the president has glanced twice right to the guy who is looking in from the next dimension but no light of recognition is seen in the president's eyes, the president did not see him through the five physical senses of the outer ego. There is a tumultuosness of thought now becoming apparent to be amove through the dim auditorium venting from the conflicting theories and ambitions and careers comprising the misconstrued and unsuable beliefs of the audience as a whole. As he becomes more aware of this see-through, the scene ungells in the guy's consciousness and he is adrift momentarily in a wash of random disconnected reveries. These seem to last for awhile going noplace in particular, until he is in his own bedroom, yet apart from himself on the bed, wondering about some nearby conversation happening outside the door. And then a towering entity comes in the door and comes to a stop beside the bed. It is like a column and has a feeling about it of incredible despair. The guy knows instinctively what to do, he reaches out and touches the foot of the towering column and loudly intones OMM-EEN AUM-EEN back and forth, the two sounds, and then incredibly the entity responds, intoning also, but at first only the OMM-EEN sound is heard from it, away up there at the top end of the entity and very weak, very garbled, but nonetheless there, the will of intent to do it right is clearly what is happening with the entity. And suddenly it all rushes away with a staticy roosh sound in the ears and the guy is lying on his bed wondering what the heck had just happened. It is in the middle of the night, the guy is wide awake, the last of the strong high pitched pissing sound inside the ears rapidly fading out. It is pitch black outside the windows not a trace of the former grey white outside can be seen, objects in the room can barely be descerned in the dark of the room itself. The guy gets to his feet, turns on the light, goes to the bathroom for a sip of water from the facet and a short stand at the toilet bowl, then feeling very drowsy makes it back into the room, turns out the light, drops back to sleep. Next, later, when the phone rings, it is 8 am in the morning. --------------------------------------------------- SEVEN: NEW ENTERPRISE LECTURE SCENE --------------------------------------------------- INTRO - An Earth known analogy has been adapted to descibe circumstances in model form that have no real word counterparts either in english, or the language of Earth formulated science theory. -------------------------------------------------- Okay everybody, I'm glad you enjoyed the chokolet chip cookies, including you Luke so I've been told by the children. And so, will you all please have a look at 'the PAGE' you'll find it in the stack of diagrams under the left side of your chairs, yes, you have your sets too; the lecturer spoke directly to two four year olds; that's right, just reach under your chairs. His next remark is directed to the class as a whole; we are priviledged to have childen with us and I'm sure you'll all find them just as helpful as you are to them, since these are not really children, brand new, if you know what I mean, just brand new in learning how to work in their new projections. The Cosmic Translation Class is back in session, with Rigel-Allaahh having been the first to return to the room in order to set up the diagrams and panels anew, while Jo-Ahnnaahh erased one of the chalkboards and began drawing on it a large Cube and Sphere with the Sphere in green this time, the Cube in purple, and the Y factor lines in orange. It is when Jo-Ahnnaahh is returning that she and the lecturer had co-incidentally both pulled on the door handle at exactly the same instant ... one on the inside of the door, the the other on the outside, at exactly the same fraction of a second, so simultaneous that the door had seemed locked solid in place for an instant, it was a door that could open both in and out, which is why the solidness of two hands on two knobs happened, both hands had twisted both knobs in opposite directions, simultaneously, so that the knob had turned not a budge, that's how intuned these two Cosmic Soul Mates were, the door was just a co-incidence, pointing out more than ever that what happens with such Cosmic Soul Mates that is NOT co-incidence, is so far out, so normal in Reality, the events simply cannot be described in 'words' recognizable by humans, including trips totally together to other planets, stars, in the blink of an eye, for work to do, not even a faint vapor of carnal lower frequency tainting the realm between them, or they simply can not work at all together in the Fourth and Fifth Dimensions... ... Now everyone is back in their seats, including Luke, who is being a remarkably attentive listener for a dog having chosen to sit in on the lecture. Luke had taken just two chokolet chip cookies, the same as everyone else, when the plate passed by him in the coffee lounge, gingerly taking each one one at a time from the plate with his lips and little front teeth without touching or disturbing any other to spoil the cookies for someone else. He'd done this whilst sitting neatly in place upright with the others at the coffee table. This had enormously impressed the girls from Orion who now felt extremely favored toward Luke as a friend rather then merely loving him as a dog. This was Luke's own doing because when everyone had convened in the coffee lounge of the New Enterprise all seats had been taken but for one and to everyone's surprise Luke had hopped up onto it and there he was, sitting upright just like one of the people; - person - person - person - dog - person - person - etc., all in a circle around the table. In fact, after the coffee break, with Captain Quuerrk and Mr. Spaahhk unfortunately unable to attend due to pressing business elsewhere, Luke placed a cookie in the midst of the litter of kits from one of the planets and stood back watching for a moment while the kits licked the chokolet buds. -------------------------------------------------- EIGHT: NEW ENTERPRISE - LECTURE -------------------------------------------------- ... What about the number 1, folks, is 1 just 1, or is one a miracle; the smiling lecturer says with definate tones of indicating that yes it is, indicating a non-routine outcome next. Whereupon the book sized screens brighten then a way down stereoscopically in the distance of each is a tiny verticle line of light which rapidly proceeds forth until it is clearly becoming the number 1, growing larger, as a ring of formulas slowly circling around it continues through changes while an iûf equation comprising a factoring in the ring proceeds through a cycle until a ding is heard, whereupon the number 1 splits into two digits, then three, then four, and so on, until the number 1.61803398875 has marched across the screen. Who recognizes this number, asks the lecturer. Its the Golden Harmonic; the class all respond in unison, their voices punctuated by a soft bark by Luke. Boy, Luke is going to become a saint on Earth if this keeps up; says the lecturer, amid good natured laughter, with Luke, his doggie lips in his famous grin - sitting forth on his chair basking in the temporary loving humor at his expense. Then the tempor settles again. Yes of course its the Golden Harmonic; the lecturer continues. But Reality does not exist because of mere co-incidences in numerology. There is definately more, because I know that some of you don't, what is to follow in your homework. Numerical constants are allright in the Cosmos, but how may such constants determine that Cosmic is Creation. The lecturer flicked his eyebrows up and down so that two of the four year olds giggled. Whilst he has been speaking, a ring of golden white scintillating light has sprung up surrounding the inner circumpherence of the original viewers still containing the focus on Jupiter's orbit, the ring of light draws everyone's attention to their view dishes. We now switch from the Abstract Absolute - the lecturer holds up his rectangular viewer - to the Manifest Absolute - the lecturer holds up the circular disk. You see within, a Cube of Power. See indeed they do, for as they watch, the Jupiter image liquidly revolves into a perfect geometric abstract of the Cube and Sphere, with the hexagon itself in bright yellow, the Star of David is bright blue, and the Sphere of Intelligence within the middle in bright red. Jupiter is at one focal node at the top of the Cube, the Sun is at the very center, and two invisible power planets occupy two other nodes that form the Y factor in the Cube and Sphere on the far side of the hexagram on the other side of the Sun. At the two opposed focal points on the upper edge of the Cube, opposite the two invisible power planets, and equidistant from either side of Jupiter, are the two Gravitational stability points called Trojans. The Star of David appears perfectly framed, within the hexagram itself. In the deep distance, Saturn can be seen, its rings at a slight angle. The whole of the Cube and Sphere begins slowly rotating around the Sun, carrying Jupiter in orbit with it. The Sun keeps changing cycles, once every 11.3 years approximately, its Sun Spots wax then wane and its magnetic polarity changes poles. In near synch with this, Jupiter orbits once every 11.9 years. The two energy actions; the orbiting of Jupiter, and the heartbeat of the Sun Spot cycles; form a synchronized rythm of change that whorls in a complete cycle every 22 years on average, major important changes in fad and history closely clocked to this cycle on the Earth, from time immorial, the lecturer is saying. In fact a positive-negative- positive occilation distinct in the patterns of the Earth's mass consciousness is due to the fact that the slightly faster speed of Jupiter's orbiting puts Jupiter ahead by roughly a 30 degree shift every cycle, so that twelve sides to the mighty Cube, not just six, are expressed in the Cosmic Laws of this, during a complete 22 year yin/yang induction, where, actually, two full cycles of about 22 years each, bring back a recurrance of a previous impact vibration polarity in continuing progressive evolution. Did you get all that? No one had a chance to respond for the view pages disappeared from everyone's hand and could be seen back in place under the seats. Things can happen fast, in the blink of an eye, in these Cosmic Translation Classes ..... ------------------------------- ... Scenerio - in which Rigel-Allaahh introduces his disclosure of universal relativity principles, warp factors, and constant energy spectrum - suitable for disclosure to Earth scientists. The existence of Comsic Impact Vibrations, based on the principles of sonics and sound, are not yet ready for Earth disclosure, at least with these members of the Messiah Task Force ... Rigel-Allaahh now reads aloud, from a particularly large panel set on a tripod just off to the right of the front of the room, the following: "Absolute Law contains self evident truths which are very simple to understand but very difficult to describe or demonstrate. This is because 'Absolute Law', and the 'Law of One', contain many facets which tie-in and inter-relate to a common understanding which because of their mutually addressed reflections of Truth, are difficult, if not impossible most of the time, to demonstrate on a one to one basis of discontinuous ideas. The nature of Absolute Law is in knowing many things clearly from knowing a few things perfectly, also, Absolute Law is based on mathematics which themselves are perfect. That is, all answers are exactitudes in relationships which have no divergences. The fundamental foundations of Reality are based on Absolute Law. The Absolute Laws are internal, not external, in the body of the Supreme Creators Alpha and Omega." -------------------------------------------------- NINE: RIGEL-ALLAAHH LECTURE -------------------------------------------------- Thank you Jo-Ahnnaahh. As you know, her smile is catalytic, that is, pretty well everyone in line of sight smiles also, whenever she does, it is so radiant. This radiancy of which the smile is a part makes her extraordinarily beautiful, from Earth human's point of view, but not that exceptional from the point of view of Reality. Anyone on Earth seeing such radiancy would be in awe. They would think she was one of the Gods, or from Heaven, depending on which religious viewpoints that Earth individual preferred. Certain individuals on Earth have been known to describe such smiles, and bursts of glorious light from a human, as 'Reality Flashes'. But there is nothing unusual whatsoever about her smile, is there. Each of you smiles with the same kind of radiancy, don't you, I do too, don't I, even tho I am a male being at this present time. You all smile when I do, do you not. How about on Earth. The people there would also be in awe of me, under the present day circumstances. But here is a saving grace, the people of Earth all have the capacity to smile with the same radiancy. Its only their thoughts, and the spiritually polluted conditions of the planet, which dim the light. There are 30 thousand planets similarly blighted. All other arguements or reasons aside, when the new frequency change has been completed in this sector of the Galaxy, all souls will have the opportunity to be expressing anew in the higher frequencies when on a third dimensional planetary surface, until the third dimension is phased out as a marshalling room for Reality, as the upliftment completes the planetary translation phase. How is this possible, from where does the energy originate. How can a mere shaping of a face evoke incredible reponses in others. What is transmitted that causes others to see glorious emanations shimmer and radiate as if a halo around the smiler, and bursting dazzling beauty from the eyes, which in mortal world's are mere cells and molecules and atoms held together by electrical and magnetic glue. Someday soon in the span of time, but in another Star System, Jo-Ahnnaann is going to be seen as a living Christ, tho not The Christ per se, and is going to be worshipped by a majority of the population until their time is finally come to be raised up in Consciousness through full rejuvination to rejoin their rightful heritage in Cosmic Law. Put yourself in the position of a scientist of Earth speculating on the Law of Simultaneity. So far, in certain directions, their observations and conjectures have led to certain theoretical conclusions which preclude an ability to travel, in any way whatsoever, faster than the speed of light. But energy patterns can travel at any speed at all, as long as there is a conciousness to set it in motion at the source end, and another conciousness to percieve it or capture it at the recieving end. Other possibilities are also topical upon the face of the deep at the present time of a physical planet, a time which we are rapidly leaving behind even as we approach there. Some deal with the most amazing phenomena known as Black Holes, amazing to Earth viewers. Now you must understand that I personally do not feel at all comfortable in using the term black hole because it is incorrect. Black is the absence of any color when percieved in certain frequencies in consciousness, and the use of black in Radionnic terms is in the particular domain of Higher Energy beings particularly ordained by the Supreme Creators to utalize absence of light for particular purposes which rests outside of our particular concerns with the progressions of evolutionary spirits, altho such uses do play a part in our work way out here on the fringes of the outermost breath of Creation, close to the physical dimension. But I would caution you not to dwell too hard on this question of black, particularly in being so close in, now, to the third and fourth dimension of the Earth where the chances are increasingly progressing in your disfavor that any hard thought can lead you astray into Earth's own mire. I evoke this caution as well, because of the wide spread misuse of octaves of light rampant in their fourth dimension associated with their many practices and beliefs which can be loosely summarized as the diabolical. So that you can see already that I have touched upon a very open wound, for many of you are inwardly frowning. Frown ye not, if you don't mind, you have no reason to smile not, in Reality, and I don't want to have to stand here coping with you looking like the delicious slice of pie has just hit the floor, the fork still held toward your face. A fork appears in his hand, a giagantic pie lays on the floor face down, his lips are wide open and saliva runs like taps from the corners of his mouth and he is going 'blink' 'blink' 'blink' each bang of the eyelids clamping nakedly together echoes like the sound of doors booming through caverns. And then the tears, then the weeping. You should have heard the dismal noise of the weeps; just like the prayers we get from most people of Earth, he says; the pie suddenly vanishing replaced by the image of a born again preacher on TV hooting to high heaven, face festooned with sweat, the tears streaming from his eyes coating the greasepaint, explaining how the devil made him do it when he got caught with his pants down and his wick in the air, the TV cameras moving in for more closeup to capture those fabulous holy tears, the wee tiny voice in the background of the thoughts piping hot and clear; 'lord lord get me through this mess Ah can't STAND tuh loose mah ministry'. One on Earth jolts awake from deep sleep, stunned by the vision of this preacher. Until that instant this person had thought that man was the messiah himself. That person's thoughts add to the din; Lord lord don't let it be HAPPENINGGG!' Rigel-allaahh gesters, and the sin and the din vanishes, all replaced by laughter, starting with a crack of laugh. The humor is a bursting release of the tension which has built up. There is laughter and many rapid movements amongst those present who find that the impingement of Earth gravity which had been subtley creeping in and momentarily crystalizing the thought energies in the room, has again dissolved, such that they are all free to find more natural and comfortable positions of their bodies and attitudes, once again. -------------------------------------------------- TEN: ABOARD THE NEW ENTERPRISE -------------------------------------------------- (Rigel-Allaahh continues) ... that its motion freezes and the object becomes stopped, still visible, for ever more, looking forever as it did at the very instant before it plunged into the inner realm of the black hole. In time, gradually, onto the end of Creation, this stark phantom image of its passing will slowly fade. Who can tell me the problem. The answer is forthcoming almost instantly, from Mr. Spaahk as a matter of fact, who has a well known counterpart in the fiction of Earth renouned for his logic. Mr. Spaahk steps forward from out of hiding nearby in the dimension that is nearby and begins even as he appears, to start speaking: It is obvious; says Mr. Spaahk; that were that object a Star, it would not be able to remain visibly impinged forever at the boundry, this would require that it eternally radiate measurable light, however if you had more than one star impinged on the skin of the black hole, say, two stars, it would require two whole universes to supply the infinite light that would be radiating eternally by the two stars. Mr. Spaahk never even strained himself on this answer. Also; he continues; in order for any non emitting object to remain so visible forever it must be able to continually reflect light. One or two events being eternally impinged upon the traditional boundry of a black hole doesn't present any particular problem, but over time, indeed, when many, then many more, events, which would include astroids and meteor material, even hydrogen gas radiating at above 3 degrees absolute, in time, eventually, the entire boundry surface of the black hole will be saturated by visible entities imprinted there by so-called relativity so that, A: the body of the black hole would be completely visible and, B: the more the bound became saturated, the more that black hole entity whether its a stationary sphere, a spinning disk, a charged spinning disk, a charged spinning sphere, or stationary charged sphere to name a few of the models under current review by Earth scientists, would of itself become a radiator of energy, like onto a Fire. At least that's one logical way of looking at such nonsense consequences. I need not mention other such consequences as the temperature of emmission. Even if originally radiating in the extremely low temperature band, by the time a hydrogen atom has accelarated toward the bound of the black hole it would relativistically have doppler shifted into much higher frequencies of energy relative to the black hole, perhaps even into visible light, x-ray, or even gamma energy levels of the photons. It need only accelarate to 1/10th of a hundred less than the exact speed of light in order for the hydrogen's temperature to shift in radiational frequency from a few degress absolute to that of an Earth person's kitchen stove, except, of course, that if it accelarated to a ratio just 'the square root of the Golden Ratio 1.6180339 less than the speed of light, it itself, the hydrogen cloud, would itself become a black hole. And so on. The saga of the illogically inept brilliant Earth mind goes on, speaking for the Earth, of course. And there you have it, everyone, one of the scientific conondrums of Earth, how to speak authoritively without assured knowledge. And there you have it, everyone, Mr. Spaahk has given you the secret of how god's cook their pancakes. This is a quip from someone in the audience. 50 cents a plate, payable in advance; says Mr. Spaahk, holding out his hand, to everyone's increasingly surprised delight there are coins on his palm doing flip flops high in the air on their own. It's beginning to turn out that the science uniphysicist of the New Enterprise has a sense of humor, equally from the same intuned sources as everyone else present although in his duties he is inclined to be somewhat brief speaking and direct in the manner predominating the Sagittarius astro- physical frequency when concentrating on their endeavours. This ability to stay straight to the point is universal in the Sagittarius frequency. Except this one, Mr. Spaahk, also liked long thoughts in sentences, all straight to the point, when need be, like right now, reflecting the Gemini opposite in his nature. The grinning Rigel-Allaahh asks if there is anything more to add about the conundrum called black holes. Yes there is; replies Mr. Spaahk. A correction. As the approaching object enters the influence of relativity of a surrounding mighty field its appearance begins to change again, its doppler shift begins to reverse as its velocity appears to slow, according to the theory, until, in the impingment at the event horizon is left an object such as a gas molecule not only gradually fading from physical view but also gradually dimming in frequency like the fading spark in a burned out campfire on Earth. Do not forget that the model requires these changes to occur over a stretched out time span, that is nearly, but not absolutely, infinite. Like Zeno's paradox the object eventually has to be seen to make its transition through the event horizon. I wish to postulate hypothecate conjecture, infer, injure (pronounced for-sure) theorize romanticize suggest and surmise further that perhaps as enough gas has been attracted to become left behind as images on its skin the black hole becomes self rejuvinative, in the following manner: ... ... perhaps their intelligence is preposterously stuck to the skin of a black hole called time, which they call the fourth dimension. I must apologize; says Mr. Spaahk. laughing along with everyone else, because I find their concept of intelligence itself preposterous. What they call intelligence has hardly anything to do at all with real intelligence in Reality, mental cunning mind is more what it is, at the Earth, witness the incredible demise of the brain called Einstein who set the stage that labelled the whole fourth dimension as the Earth's dimension of time, a problem we are earnestly working on right now to unravel, even as I speak the task of unravelling the dreadful mistake goes on unabated. And now, there are individuals who say they would be willing to 'just die' to get a slice of that man's brain for a look under a microscope. Einstein's brain is the most studied piece of flesh on the planet. Those men think that by studying the brain in microscopic pieces something will rub off and they may discover something about the brain that will make them hailed as geniuses also. It wouldn't matter, if it was just curiousity. But careers have been lost just for loosing a piece of slice in the microscope. The careers are totally unimportant, the desire to be in on it, to be granted a tiny slice, to cut throat out the competition to get a slice, is madness, indeed. Indeed it is madness. To want a slice of Einstein's brain is madness. There is an easing of the random molecule jiggle type of effect which had sprung up in the room with everyone moving around in the levity in a kind of slowed paralysis mixed with a brewing motion which evolves through a rise then dissolution leaving behind the same strong sustained good vibes in the room's overall ambiance, with a faint trace of dread perfuming certain areas in the desires. Dread is not like fear. Fear turns people stupid. Dread makes people instantly aware. The cling of simulated Earth gravity, and the effect it can have on fourth dimensional thought around the planet, has been brief, in this most current brief taste of it, just enough to show a force that will soon be encountered in full when hissing right down deep into the 3rd dimension of the planet, right into the midst of it's raging hell. There; says Rigel-Allaahh; we have come through another frequency oscillation, sort of a cusp effect, prelude to what we are going to feel as a denseness in our thoughts beginning in earnest tomorrow morning (upon arriving the Earth and holding tight upstairs for a short wait). As you have guessed, Mr. Spaahk's talk has been carefully thought out to help you. That which we are experiencing now are in certain 5th dimensional rings being maintained by Higher Sources in Creation. That which we will begin to experience in earnest tomorrow morning, are almost all generated by the thought frequency of the Earth. Transitions through energy zones are like that, but in changes in vibratory frequency, rather than changes in thermal mass, and transitions through different zones comprise interfaces between dimensions, and Octaves within dimensions are like event horizons, yet different in that the freedom to see in consciousness is never lost and you never get left dangling, or stretched out, on a horizon from the point of view of your friends standing aside watching. No matter where you go, you are always connected in consciousness. And the shells whether spherical or disked or hexagonal or rings comprising the boundries of the zones, are percievable in some way, from the point of view of Upstairs, where we are at the moment, inexorably being lowered down, phase by phase, Octave by Octave, as I speak, at this very moment, toward Earth ... --------------------------------------------------- One last item before we break for lunch. One of our own had managed, at the end of the 60's, to produce two large art panels done in colored pencils on six foot strips of expensive graph paper that were 2 1/2 feet wide, in which on each were depicted particle resonance states as if in scales of music in orders that ascended and descended. They were major works of art which only a few were priveledged to see. The Archangle Emmanual, who had a physical projection on the Earth at that time, was assigned by Upstairs to copy these two works of art line per line color by color, down to the finest details. The reason why, is the works of art are of the very few artifacts so far produced on the Earth capable of presenting in a simulation the existence of different dimensions. The works of art were by no means perfect, nor correct, it is just that they were able to, in the dejevu's produced by viewing the art itself, evoke sympathetic responses denoting that different dimensions exist, with Octaves of Light within the dimensions, and so were good enough to have served a real purpose in the drawing's existence, even tho the outer purpose motivating the artistic individual was to portray elementary particle resonance higharchies in some grand all-in-one artistic overview. Behind the scenes, of course, the real purpose motivating the artistic individual to choose the colors, and the imaging ideas, was to depict an interdimensional longing suitable to wake up viewers on Earth to respond to their own interdimensional callings from Upstairs to below. And it worked. Within a few years later, the artistic individual was able to shuck the ego and intune directly to the person's own higher beingness that became on the Earth, but no longer of it, and so was able to plow head first further into the pit, living the life of a seeming ordinary mortal while doing amazing things from the evolutionary progression of the whole Plan, downstairs, and Upstairs, through continuous ongoing translations in consciousness. Just as the present day incarnation of Jesus was doing, and a host of others all together for periods of time in the same place on Earth then scattering again by the late 1970's to keep on going ahead with the Christ Plan for planet Earth. ENOUGH! One of you has just admitted a pair of eyeballs from the Luciferian side of things. Not Lucifer but one of the regressed who still linger and want to interfere. When that happens, you know what we must do, close the book, end the lecture. Too bad, there was some mightily important information for Cosmic Translation still to reveal today, but it will have to wait. Sorry. You know why. It is regrettable. This kind of imposition cannot be tolerated. Goodbye". The person turns putting the book back on the table. The banquet seems suddenly hollow and empty. But not for long. It instead of a day for major new imput, is turned around and continues in levity and enjoyment, BUT, the Cosmic Translation information due to be released has been momentarily sealed again from Earth, in the Fifth Dimension. --------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- ELEVEN: ............. ....... ------------------------------------------------------------------- .... in great seriousness; albiet something in his fake concieted grin understates that all isn't what it seems to be; Mr. Suhhluuhh begins: The X Y Z's are particularly interesting because they make it easier to understand a nature in energy wave equations. We are not talking about waves in a glass of water. Neither are we waving our hands. We are talking about nothing else except transvecting energy waves of the 3rd dimensional carrier known as photon light, actually electromagnetism, whose spectrum bears inexorably on, carrying the images of Time from one place to another. The waves we wish to comprehend for you in a new view suitable for you to transfer to the consciousness of the Earth people, are those in which the energy states of matter fit right in tight as pieces amongst parts in high energy resonances, and likewise move amongst parts in matter relativistically. Confusing. Not really. Navigators of the dimensions, factor these relationships faster than a computer at NASA on Earth playing add-em-up to cosmic showers. I have watched those boys and girls go to work, on 4th dimensional TV, so to speak, and know their equipment ends up on sale at the government surplus quite often as they go about getting their gear together for another big strike into nature's secrets. Interfaces between spinning galaxies, and the spins of the famous elementary particles play host to a boast on their inquisitiveness about the exquisitness of nature. I have some awe for these few and the job they do in putting together and dissolving theories with a handfull of facts now stuck to the laboratory wallpaper. Having had my say in this poetic way, now may I proceed with the equations. The assembly clapped, not like the cold conceptual appraise given in cultural aknowledgements on regressed planets, this is a spontaneous response given to the grinning Mr. Suhhluuhh who had already hinted earlier, with his sly looks in the coffee shop, that he has been practicing a way of rythmically moving words around an idea, which he is going to introduce in the prelude for some facets of physics in Christ Energy Principles and Cosmic Law teachings which are normally not a part of everyone's pocket dictionary. Many are learned by perception, then experience, as time goes on. Having fished around for claps upon finishing this last stanza, Mr. Suhhluuhh standing by the standard large screen viewer, with his hastily written notes stashed out of his side pocket for extra effect, now dramatically waves his arms like a conductor of an enormous orchestra, and a beautiful collossal chord tones in high frequency power, through the whole vibrating fabric of the auditorium. There is suddenly a feeling, like a stupendous suspense. Not the view screen, but the giant Galactic class Radionnic Ship begins to move, it starts to hove over in an awesome violation of state, until Suhhluuhh waves his arms like a frantic symphony conductor, and suddenly everything changes, the ship is still, and the image begins to move. Ooops, wrong thought, says Suhhluuhh, grinning, turning back to the image, where in there is an image shimmering, way off deep within the realm, almost as if as far off as Andromeda the new Galaxy, approaching fast, and lo and behold it begins to hold, until the whole screen is filled with an amazing, floating, equation. It is 1 + 2 = 5 With laughter and delight the class lets go. Even Luke knows that something is up, that they have been totally had. His long dog ears are going up and down, back and forth, catching the most beautiful of every giggle, and there are many especially amongst the many young people who hadn't to work in the least to extract every possible iota of joy from the moment. Mr. Suhhluuhh just stands there grinning from ear to ear, impossibly wide. Melchezidek fun again. Captain Quuerrk is saying I'll get you for this and Mr. Spahhk has tears in his eyes while Rigel-Allahh has trouble breathing, convulsed in laughter. It is another of these common moments when joy can be amplified and spread around in more and more glorious ways bit by bit by degrees over time by pure heart felt laughter, no matter how slight the trigger, to help purify existence more and more to perfect unifying principles reaching all the way up and back to the Supreme Creators. When you're ready, says Mr. Suhhluuhh quietly, employing the deep great patience of his root race, put on of course, stretching the effect, after all, Mr. Suhhluuh is not really a memember of the root race in question, in fact Mr. Suhhluuhh is not even human he is a Melchizedek Archangle called in to do a quick job, which is why the instant makeup job to look like Suhhluuhh, the look is created and maintained entirely by thought and in fact the exact look of Suhhluuhh can be slightly different to everyone in the room seeing this Melchizedek Archangle at work, unrecognized to all but a few, in the preposterous disguise seen as Suuhhluuhh, but not so preposterious, there is a buzz which comes from the many appearances of Suuhhluuhh which effects each individual, in a deliberate, importantly constructive, unique way. This is no joke. Finally, tho, the fun subsides, almost fortunately, at a moment when it was about to become giddy. That had happened, and it is all in the intense carefully orchestrated score of the ongoing events of the moment being monitored Higher Upstairs, that they (The New Enterprise) have just passed through one of the ripple rings, precursor to one of the big leans to come in the plunge into Earth's outer negative zones during the banquet on tap for later in the evening. The tone, in fact, had been delibarately struck by the sound judgement of the science co-ordinator in conjunction with the solar system's chief Uniphysicist through equations previously prepared to counter effect this particular transition, where in fact the power of the sound was immense, because several million souls through several dimensions had participated in the event, holding steady the New Enterprise and consciousness within as it continued its descent in frequency toward the Earth's vibrations. That particular suspence, also induced, was exactly three full octaves higher than the despair of the planet. Mr. Suhhluuhh now carries on; what is of particular interest there in the equation might I ask you; he points his thumb over his shoulder with his back to the screen. It is that 1 over 1, plus 2 over 2, does not equal 3 over 3. And there you have the great prime non-equality in Earth's understanding of nature. Simply stated, it means that energy plus energy does not equal wavelength plus wavelength, according to the way the great stinkers, er thinkers, down there, stink, er, think about such things. What has been missed, is that wavelength plus wavelength equals other energy, and energy plus energy equals other wavelengths. Got the whole smooozie in reverse. They don't know how to slorth very well, ok, I got the thought, the word is sleuth, they don't know how to sleuth very well, so one of you is going to have to show them how wavelengths combine to form the wavelengths of the masses of other particles. Bits and pieces of wave nature in different combinations produce whole particle results seen in the resulting mass energies. Funny thing is how to get them to look up to the sky to see the models you will have to teach them. I mean of course certain of the planetary orbits, and pieces of space between planets, this; the other part of the missing blueprint; it is all part of the fundamental picture of the dynamics of fundamental time place and space in the movement in consciousness as it formally is being expressed at the outermost breath, the end product, out there in the 3rd dimension, as well as the other dimensions, in reccurrences of images and principles ever outward, to end at the final outermost breath of Creation, the third dimension. -------------------------------------------------- TWELVE: ............. ....... -------------------------------------------------- Knick's Place has a vigorous thing around its name. Knick's Place had been investigated for advertising the flavor of their pizzas as 'Hash compatable.' Not acceptable. Anyone nosy enough to ask about the word 'Hash' was shown a handful of tomatoe bits, cheese, green peppers, and spiced hamburger. It was this that is called 'Hash compatables', the main incredients of the pizzas, said the holder, smirking. The adds continued on TV hourly, daily, weekly. No one cared. It is not that a particular person came here by habit many times. This person is going here right now to look for a friend who knows who to go to to ask questions about fundamental elementary particles, a specialist who works for the federal government, but mostly has to do with the world's biggest and most powerful fundamental particle accelarator being designed and finalized through the early construction stages, rumors already running rampant as to why the project has officially been abandoned, after 3 1/2 billion dollars to get it started. It was not that this specialist made appearances at Knick's Place by habit. It happens that Mensa meets here every Tuesday night at 6 PM. The specialist's son had fallen in with a bunch of punk rockers who also hang out here, at Knick's Place. The son showed up on Tuesday. Dad didn't. The particular person left and never went back to Knick's Place. The message about Cosmic Law was a lost opportunity, short circuited by Skinheads who talked about Satanism openly at the table where the 'Hash compatable' pizzas were being served, one slice at a time. -------------------------------------------------- THIRTEEN: ............. ....... -------------------------------------------------- Some of the born againers have a new cliche introduced by David Pains with a particularly wicked looking twisted grin and soapy looking religiously squeezed eyes, quickly making the rounds (cliches introduced by David Pains seem to come to the mainstream fast). Some of the born againers now claim in their gooey voices, that they 'TOO' have just been touched in the face by jesus. Ohhh boy! You know what I would do if I were their personal jesus, I would give them stiff Upper stuff right to the chops, sufficient enough to WAKE THEM UP! A new one, just introduced by David Pains this morning, has each assembly hall, each tabernacle, hanging a 'phone' on the wall in the lobby so that anyone can dial direct to jesus. Jesus Christ! it was only an hour before the phone companies were overswamped with orders. Many of the born again christians realized they had better hedge their bets, and were having phones installed right in the lobbies of their own homes, in case the lineups were too long at phones in the tabernacles, for only 10 dollars a minute, made famous by David Pains, who, when concocting the idea, was hunched over on stage, listening, an ear cocked in his hand, the cameras coming in close, hearing him say; "yes, yes, I hear you lord, you want me to tell everyone you want telephones placed in EVERY lobby, so the chosen can call you direct, yes, yes, Jesus, I will tell them at once". Of course he already had. Every word was heard loud and clear across the entire nation as it happened, and in replays several times a day for weeks after. David Pains has become famous for his ability to be the only one able to see and hear the lord, whenever the lord makes a physical appearance on his stage, with the TV cameras homed in at full focus. 'That is the frequency of outright maschosistic mistake', a voice says abruptly loud and clear in the resonant chamber in between the ears of many sleepers. Moments later, new clamor begins to clarify in spiritual epiphanations. A churchly grin, forming deep lines on their maniacal faces, favorite epithets linked like straight lines into their bibles. With a whap in the face another accost. The soft covered black covered bible hanging limply in hand after the strike. A strident claim of "save yourself" echoing through the sting. "Let ME lead you to the LORD!" the next sentence. A vigorous thrust of the book just happening to open to the pre-marked place, pointing out a passage to the person still trying to recover from the sting. The message obvious, when everyone abandons the present and forgets the future, looking back to 2000 years ago and before is the only spiritual possible, as proven in a few sparse words translated by men's minds into the unfathonable, unknowable, sources of wars and human suffering for eons of centuries. Putting aside all religious interpretations on the bible, the truth that is in there, becomes self evident, in self healing ways, to anyone who reads passages without a real mess standing over them grinding their faces in only certain passages the real messes use for personal power. What the heck is this writing all about. Someone hiccups. Gas from a sour sandwich. And writes on. We have a problem here. We don't know for sure how to get these souls to stop terrorizing themselves, at least those ones who are most doing it, charismatically, and baptistically, not to mention moslem input thanks to the fiend called allah. We are trying several different things at the same time to see if you can penetrate through their chrystallization. That's where some of you come in, with your particular training. When you, let's say, parachute into the birthstream, you will have to try really hard not to let the pollution in your genes from your mother and father that will form the projection for your infancy and arrival as a corporeal being, cost you early enough that you yourselves become a part of those polluted genes, a leading onstage personality for instance espousing the religious CRAP of your parents, or generation, or self imaged ego: - the word 'crap' rang loud, travelled far, ringing with ionnic power - One of our Double Positives got TRAPPED by ego in early childhood and thought the problems this particular one tried to resolve were too deep rooted to be punishable, instead, escaped the whole 180 yards, went all the way in the WRONG direction, to come to conclusion that only jesus, himself, could make those mistakes and not be punished, took nearly a hundred followers out of the picture when the crunch came by fire and arrived back Upstairs sitting there feeling some what foolish at how far the projection had gotten short circuited by ego. Opportunity lost. Moments later, the Double Positive soul had incarnated again, ready to give it another try with all of his best, this time as a female mortal, and this time to GET IT RIGHT!. Having these, strange, dreams, about a space ship coming from Orion, and keep waking up with these, strange, ideas, gotta write them down on the notepad. Sleepily the writer turns over and is 'dreaming' again, then is awake again. Can't hardly remember anything about the wide awake seeming sleep states, but wait, there's more ideas, gotta write 'em down, don't know why I'm doing it tonight but tonight went to sleep with the idea of having a notebook on hand by the pillow to write down ideas, gotta finish the novel somehow, but no luck these ideas have nothing to do with the novel. Gotta write 'em down. they seem interesting. It is hard, being almost asleep, to write so fast it has to get done fast so I can drop off again, can barely think when writing so sleepy feeling, and hard to think, outside of the quick fleeting impressions that have to be put into words. Another also on the planet continues writing on this same fretful day and night. The writing continues. It isn't necessarily easy, in fact it could be darn right hazardous at this moment. In the most advanced motives of this planet's outer ego, there are psychiatrists in charge of state hospitals who tell you that if you believe you have had a telepathic experience you need to have the front part of your brain cut away, and in some state hospitals go ahead and do it. What is more annoying is that the government hence the taxpayers pay for the operation. Most incredible is that the state itself claims to be established in the name of god, whatever that god is, in whatever state, 'Him' in some states, 'allah' in others, 'buddah' in others, many gods, many states, with the heads of these states all dutiful goers to the temples and churches, their ceremonies associated with births, deaths, and marriages, plus their supreme courts and ruling councils, congress, legislature, and pledges of honor, all conducted either in church environments or by church officials or equivalent. But yet it is hard to say who is actually in charge, because of the corruption that has a hairy hand in the background of all of the states. The officials of the states, or officials of the church. Certainly these two authorities work hand in hand to perpetrate atrocities against the Christ Principles, all in the name of a Lord. INTERESTING. HMMMM? .... evolutionary soul developement. The idea is enough to trigger more rapid writing. The stoney faced and homely priests, eyes bulging from career pressure, rant in harsh or mousy voices intoning the favoured epithets of the religion, all had their moment before the peerage at the royal wedding. 'Christ has left the Earth and' ... bellows the one who is the archbishop, in charge of the ceremonies. .... I don't need to go. Alderrehhahn says. Something definately amiss down there. That imposter doesn't know that Christ can never leave the Earth or Earth would cease to exist. Hopefully all of you will aspire through your own Christ Power to make right the short circuits, after your return into the physical plane. Sir Clarence Perky-Hasset stepped out of the great grey backdrop of annonymity one afternoon while a young student at Cambridge, announcing himself as a poet. This is how he emerged on the civilization's cultural scene. He later was employed by the monarchy as poet laureate for the empire, smoting the mighty word with the trivial pen. Something had gotten reversed along the way. As an announced poet he had thought over the alternatives and decided writing verse was as good a career as any, in particular one not pursued by too many of the aristocratic class hence few competitors. Nothing was ever said about the quality. His output about human rights to be free of the birth and death syndrome of the planet never got written. Ego had submerged him in an odious class structure at an early age. He right away became very good and much sought after, for the resounding manner in which he was able to say 'God Save The Queen... May The Empire Live Forever!' Even when he was old and obviously close to the closing chapter, he, with exactly the same ring from his powerful lungs, and without an iota of change over the 43 years he had been shouting it, still made the proclaim at official functions, electrifying the masses. The whole of it had no meaning, whatsoever, in terms of Reality. The progressive plan for the Planet Earth was too esoteric for his concern. Of course he gained no points in evolutionary soul developement, this time around. He was supposed to have used natural Higher Dimensional talent to help translate the hideous whirlpool of finances that rage and wage in magnetic vortexes of the wrong kind in cities around the planet. That talent never got put to work, because an aunt had liked some of his poetry, and encouraged him to satisfy her images and he went for it. Too bad, what ego can do, to people who let themselve fall sound asleep. .... What do you think is the reason for having a consciousness. .... Say what you will about clergy, none of it really gets to the sore of the problem. Say what you like about the followers, they're even worse. Here is an example, a mild mannered pleasant born again christian just passing time until the rapture when all who have spouted glossolalia will be swept to heaven for the earth to be wiped clean, and when the cleaning is done will be returned to earth to have it for the rest of eternity. Problems about who gets Denmark, who gets Austrailia, didn't phase the born again woman one bit. One particular remark did get a response in a very noticable way, however, as follows: .... she hoots with mindless raw rage if you say something innocent, like, the helpless abject sobbing charasmatics use, to bring them closer to their personal jesus, and is 'sobbing for the woes and griefs of the world', is nothing but a self indulgent lust. The hooting howling blazing-eyed entity which bursts into the living room and transforms her in an instant into raw naked rage upon the instant of the remark, is her personal jesus, horking forth right through unfiltered from the 4th dimension. You want to see a born againer's personal jesus, just make a remark the personal 'jesus' does not like, and watch the amazing transformation. Right before your eyes. But hark. You don't really want to do this. Imagine the telepathic static that can flash between nodes when that personal 'jesus' has you, right on target! The many thousands of them, all a personal jesus, all glomming on to followers from the inside, all totally negative, all trying to get you right on target! The real Christ cannot glom, was never built that way, can never become a glommer, had never sided with the Rebellion. The only hope the Pope has of rejoining the One Law of Christ is to stop shitting and get off the pot. -------------------------------------------------- FOURTEEN: ............. ....... -------------------------------------------------- There was a mighty grunt, sort of, a lurch of the ship, sort of, a sudden deepening noise in the bond between the ears of everyone, a sonic sound that expanded from a buzz to become like a squeeze on the pineal and pituitary glands. The expanded auric field around the scorpio centers collapsed with a kind of subliminal shock like a balloon popping, causing a subliminal new kind of pain down there in what has been an area of fully open kind with confidence without the slightest tiniest trace of carnal vibration. Now there was some, and a new interface with a different sensation in the desires, the wish; the new interface was like an 'insidious' subtle perfume that caused strange new vague sensations to move into place into the inner being awareness of everyone, and the sensations to change between the legs. Oh, now, we've just hit a big one, the Lecturess said, we have just transducted through the main barrier into the major lower breach into direct frequency contact levels of this planet. We have passed through the quarantine level, and are now committed. Earth, was now showing in the middle of the auditorium, filling the center area over the central clearing around which were the circular tables for the exhilarating final banguette. No one was comfortable. Everyone (except a few who knew exactly what was going on), was fighting the collapse in those areas of consciousness effected by the transduction through the barrier into the lower confinement frequecies surrounding this planet. In the background, Higher Up, were still the 10 million souls all brought into place to help voluntarily with this current event. 10 million may seem like a lot for a seeming minor event. However think of it. 10 million is the right amount for events that are actually awesome, intending, just in part, to translate some of 250 thousand years of accumulated End plus of the Overplus of the Rebellion, and to help set the stage for the next 25,000 years. The Radionnic Ship itself is just one small part of a mighty long range operation of many parts. 10 million is definately the right amount, focused in on facts at hand right to the present events. One individual is not alone. The change in frequency is back to one that the individual was already familiar with, back home, on the planet, as a flesh and blood being incarnated through a birth canal into the physical plane of the planet. Instead of wondering what the heck was going on, the individual starts on the instant to busily start translating the impending crush closing in. At this point unseen factors in Higher Cause take over, for, as the person stood to be standing behind the circular table, the giant globe hanging suspended in mid air transformed into a Radionnic Star Ship that floated in the air, slowly spinning around its axis. As the person watched awed the Radionnic ship began to shrink until it was a small object gliding silently forward until it came to a floating stop in the palm of his open outstretched hand and sat there, slowly rotating, on the palm of his hand. The meaning of this was not missed for an instant by the person, even though the 'why' of this was banging if's in thoughts that were suddenly trying to jump forth from the ego regions of his Earth-formed understandings. Something on the wall to the right caught the person's attention. He went over for a peer. There up on the wall were several photographs of this person when performing back in the band days as a drummer. There were the glitzy drums, there were the other musicians. There was the person in the center stage of each photo sitting high on the drum kit, playing, looking good. But wait a minute! something was not right with the face! The person looked closer, peering hard into the picture, and saw the Reality. His face in each photo was pocked with giant pustules, very ugly indeed. Now the import of the message was clear, the glamorous person who had showed off, grandstanding on the drums, was not glamorous at all in the eyes of Higher Cause, because the pump that fuelled the self aggrandized showing off on the drum set had been motivated mostly by ego, many of the inner rythms that were supposed to come through this person to help translate the dismal noise called modern pop and hit parade had been lost to the noises of ego. Even as the person absorbed the translation being showed in a totally self evident way in the photos on the wall, the yearn that had motivated the aspire to be a glamorous drummer showing off personality to the crowds was suddenly loud and clear in the desires, a frequency that had been in there all along for years. And as the person began to recognize the frequency and immediately deny it, for it was not nice feeling, the frequency began to fade, dissipate, dissolve. The auditorium dissolved. The room was dark and very dingy it seemed. It was the middle of the night in the wee hours. The person turned over, and went back to sleep. The next day the person happened to run into one of the people who had been at a fantastic banguette aboard a Radionnic Ship coming to Earth from Orion, and before you know it both were busy talking about it. Meanwhile, a clerk in a nearby magazine stand was putting new issues in the window, one of which had screaming headlines about alien abductions. Money being made by the headlines. The planet is being translated otherwise. The planet translation continues. There are two shows going on in the same motion picture theatre. Which show are you watching. Eternally yours. ---------------------------------------------------------- The girls from Orion are being translated too. Jo-ahhnauhh was the one more curious about it, having already traced it back to a kind of ever flowing river bearing uneccessary vibrations away. Or, rather, like the feeling of a sound, or a music. Knowing of it was getting stronger, in her observations, everywhere, even in the most backward of still regressed planets. Without being able to put their finger on it, all felt inwardly clearer about a lot of things that usually disturb the private thoughts day and night, of Earth's children, especially at the age, 14 or thereabouts. The change was really subtle, more that the thoughts thoughts that were usually around aren't around anymore and so the girls weren't under the subtle stream to fight them, anymore. Less and less water was spilling forth, welling up, or flowing in the dreams of everyone on Earth, in fact. ------------------------------ There is a different scene, but something like the same people, in fact it is most of the same people but in a different scene. This is just as the Radionnic Star ship is making final approach into the dense thought screams around the quaranteen of Earth. ... There are many methods being used to teach our Earth sisters and brothers, brothers and sisters, through their soul power. Some of these methods are temporary, being set up and used for awhile then dissolved. Others are of course standard procedures in Reality. One of the temporary methods in use at the present time is the seeing dream where the soul being is temporarily detached from the chrystalization to the outer ego beliefs. The only problem, and it is major and widespread, is in helping the souls to distinguish the differrence between the truth in Reality and the illusions of their own miscontrued beliefs which we are trying to show them. We have to be very cautious in disclosing illusions in this manner because of the number of people who believe that the illusion itself is real. Sometimes we try and show a series of experiences the being has had in past incarnations to reveal to them setups which have caused them to become regressed. Again this is a method requiring great caution becausee sometimes the previous experiences themselves were illusionary having no basis in Reality. So the truth cannot be doubly misconstrued. In this, we have to reach through two illusionary worlds; the 4th dimensional present, and the 4th dimensional past; as well as the 3rd dimension present which itself is mostly illusion in terms of Reality, to try and hook together some meaning through their soul factors. That's all I have to say, she says, politely. ------------------------------- All of the religious records have some good stuff in them, some of it imparted with great effort through the mind's of our own brothers and sisters incarnated on the planet who unfortunately become reluctant to rise above the mass consciousness of the gene structure into which they had taken birth. So this, combined with the efforts of usurpers who moved in adding their own nonsensical thoughts and interpretations into the religious records, have created a scene of great confusion, particularly in view of the fact that such religious records are meant to be temporal, suitable for a time, to be change by greater truth to come through on an ongoing basis comprising progressive stages. The problem is today that many cling to the old records, and in fact will kill to protect their desire to just cling to the to the familiar. Good souls have been knocked out of the picture most regularly. In fact for a while a lot of the good souls migrating to Earth, at least their physical projections, were being eaten in religious ceremonies involving sacrifices to the gods. There is on record which I am surprised hasn't been recognized for the simple truth it revealed, this is where John the Divine in the bible is being shown, by another, who makes it clear that he of himself is an equal amongst others, including John the Divine. There is being shown here a whole inter dimensional hookup amongst beings having various responsibilities and authorities. To bring this onto the Earth so that the Earth itself is rejoined in the Family of the Supreme Creators has been a great effort for all of us. There is still lots to do to complete the translation. Like, cleaning up the mess, after a hurricane. ---------------------------------------------------------- The girls from Orion are being translated too. Jo-ahhnauhh was the one more curious about it, having already traced it back to a kind of ever flowing river bearing uneccessary vibrations away. Or, rather, like the feeling of a sound, or a music. Knowing of it was getting stronger, in her observations, everywhere, even in the most backward of still regressed planets. Without being able to put their finger on it, all felt inwardly clearer about a lot of things that usually disturb the private thoughts day and night, of Earth's children, especially at the age, 14 or thereabouts. The change was really subtle, more that the thoughts thoughts that were usually around aren't around anymore and so the girls weren't under the subtle stream to fight them, anymore. Less and less water was spilling forth, welling up, or flowing in the dreams of everyone on Earth, in fact. LUKE ------------------------------------------------------------- Luke turned up in another dream, this one occurring through another planet's silver linings, a much lower frequency in the realms during this interlude, a far more fundamental translation urging the deeds, percieved through over 10,000 simultaneously on Earth during nocturnal roughs over their part of the planet which happened to be facing away from the Sun. Luke more often sat in the presence of people because sitting raised his head higher. One of his expressions which was rapidly endearing him to the whole Star Ship crew, was his habit of doing, whilst so sitting, a sort of Snoopy dance (a hind paw thumping the floor) usually the right rear paw in eager when anyone was definately coming or looking or speaking definately toward him. Except for the two passangers who stayed in their room or the liquer lounge most of the time. These two, a male and female, made it clear on the first day out that they thought all animals should be kept locked in a cage. The man in fact had for several lifetimes been a trophy hunter, first with sticks and stones, then bones, then bows and arrows, and most recently the guns that made him prouder than ever. The two passengers weren't arguing anymore. He was privately quite surprised, and started to ask a lot of questions to himself. She was also being quiet about it, tho obviously pleased with the way things were going especially when this very afternoon, just after lunch, he began talking about changes he was thinking of regards his life style. This was incredible because previously he could never articulate in a manner which disclosed any warm feelings, or questionability especially as regards his credibility, and she knew he knew he had had a blind spot which had always started a row whenever she had mentioned his conceits. He never heard the worst at these times, usually having already started the row even whilst she was forming the thought that was about to be mentioned. All this time he had been bang on to her consciousness, but always, he reversed, intolerent of any questions to him. He was in fact completely responsive to the intuition of transfered consciousness and all this time had fought it, denying the female principle both in himself and others, by projecting his ego back to her, and others, to block it. You are foolish. Don't be crazy. Come to your senses; had been his rifle cracks across the void. Co-incidences. Stupid co-incidences, had been his hue and cry over those lifetimes. But since coming onto the Star Ship there had been much change in a short time. Neither of them who had been holed up in their stateroom, anymore had the heart to perpetuate the row. There was too much more to think about. Co-incidences over the years that were suddenly becoming illuminated into vast patterns. How this was adding up to, ahhh, mmm, TELEPATHY, for example. He wasn't really aware of it yet, but something was happening within this man and her also, something good, because of the intensified high frequency vibrations due to the high frequency higher dimensional member of the Christ Family who happend to be aboard the Star Ship at this moment in time, one member. In particular the Lecturer easily detected the special Christ vibes but kept his thoughts and mouth shut, and so worked with the vibes properly. Especially when the Christ Family member chose to momentarily percieve all of the frequencies and radiations in terms of sonic vibrations in patterns built upon six sided and 5 sided interlinking geometric principles sourced in the Cube and Sphere of the Supreme Creators, such moments primarily with six sided and twelve sided geometries and stars in complete perceptual views saturating everything. Even the animal kingdom representatives were showing a response to it. For instance Luke who had progressed quite rapidly from a young lover of bones. Now he never barked, except in a high ringing ARK! sound which sparked into the consciousness to whom his bark was directed. There was utterly no abberation in that sound that would cause fleas on anyone to flee, when he barked, ahem. But did it ever convey willfully intended meanings in the timbre of it. The young people in the lecture hall were also noticing purer sounds in their own stronger voices. And the two four year olds hadn't whined for, well, they weren't whining anymore at all. Even tho Luke sometimes still had to try several different approaches before getting someone's attention. Spokkke had been emphatic, er, rather, Spokkke had been the toughest. Spokkke kept stopping and patting the barking Luke, then walking along the corridor, until finally Luke got around in front of him and lept high into the air right in front of the walking Spokkkeke's face and at eyeball to eyeball level went ARK! When Spokkke's eyeballs stopped fluttering Spokkke was stopped in his tracks, in the corridor, looking in amazement down at this dog who was sitting on his haunches looking intently up at him. What is it? friend? Spokkke said without premeditation. Luke abruptly turned and headed off at a clip down the corridor, looking back to assure that Mr. Spokkke was following. In the corner of the games room was where Luke brought Spokkke to one of the 4 week old kittens which had been wandering and was, now, mewing very loudly, nosing at a door which wasn't open, but a door which could have gotten the kitten back to its proper place. There was conciderable danger for this kitten in that this entrance also served as an auxhillary to the engineer's deck. The kitten was stuck down in a kind of wedge, where Mr. Spokkke's long fingers could lift it out. Why, thank you Luke, thank you. Spokkke didn't pat Luke this time. Indeed he didn't. No, he was most definately patting the kitten to calm it, gently checking it over for injuries, assured after brief inspection that the kitten was intact. The troup: Spokkke, Luke, and the kitten toddling between Spokkke's legs: headed back up the corridor, Spokkke turning freqently to the kitten, encouraging it, and thoroughly enjoying himself. Captain Kirk, stepping through an alcove, stops, and looks in a bit of a suprise at Mr. Spokkke walking sort of sideways and smiling down at the little fellow toddling along now between the legs of the sidestepping Luke. What has gotten into you, Kirk says to Spokkke. And what is this, he says, with Luke looking right up at him, ears up and forward, sidestepping his front legs as Captain Kirk scoops up the kitten so that both he and Spokkke with Luke trotting right between them walk toward the lounge beyond which is the bridge. Both Spokkke and Kirk fiddle with the kitten Kirk carries. Something interesting is going on, says Kirk, talking to the kitten. Yes, I guess, he says. Yes, I guess. Luke, with his tail up that hadn't stopped wagging from the moment Spokkke had retrieved the kitten, stopped in the corridor and barked lightly, a soft bark, but the two adults were engaged between themselves so that Luke got around in front of them and sitting again straight in front of them, first tried a forepaw thrust against the knee of Captain Kirk but when that didn't work hobbed on his haunches and rolled a sound through his vocals, a sort of rrooo! rrooo! This time, both Captain Kirk and Spokkke became alert. Rrooo rrooo yourself, said Captain Kirk clearly in kindness and respect, as was Mr. Spokkke's welcome nod. With that, having said goodbye, Luke turned off through the lounge toward the lecture hall. Luke is going to the lecture hall, says Spokkke. Yes, I guessed, says Captain Kirk as they traversed toward the intersection. So did I, said Spokkke. Then they both broke out laughing, heading toward the bridge at the top end of the corridor, still in laughter. The couple, the man and woman who had spent most of their time in their cabin, were walking toward them. At the intersection, the invisible eyes looking in departed Spokkke and Captain Kirk, and followed the man and woman along the corridor. He wasn't really aware of it yet, but something was happening within this man and her also, what with over 10,000 other consciences simultaneously experiencing their walk along the corridor, something good, because of the intensified higher frequency vibrations due to the high frequency higher dimensional member of the Christ Family aboard the Star Ship. In particular the Lecturer. Even the animal kingdom representatives were showing a response to it. For instance Luke who had progressed quite rapidly from a young lover of bones. Now he never barked, except in a high ringing ARK! sound which sparked into the consciousness to whom his bark was directed, shattering crystallizations in thought that were plugging up the target at the moment of the sharp bark with telepathic projection intensifying its volume within the target. There was utterly no aberration in that sound that would cause fleas in anyone to flee, when he barked. Rather, any heeby jeebies would abruptly depart the mind and emotions of the target, expecially through their heart centers. A dreamer stirs, and quietly wonders why they have just gone back throught this same interlude, not knowing that it was replayed to make sure the dreamer gets the message. Rick Heart felt tones with wide open frequencies. Unabated, the three carried right on into the bridge, the sanctuary of technology, there were no cunning harks in the laughter which ensued when Spokkke suddenly looked sidways at Rick Heart and said, Whohhh I thought you were Luke! And then an ensign appeared out of the bridge, still laughing richly and heart felt, including the giggles. Glory be said she to the kitten cuddled in her hands, wriggling it with her nose. And stop nibble my nose, mmmm such a beautiful laugh, she is saying to it. I could hardly believe my eyes. Mr. Spokkke skooting with his arms folded, toward me across the floor with you balanced on his head, kicking his legs out like a cossack dancer winking as he passes, at Mr. 'Chekov. Mr. Chekov folded over the comic book stand, holding his sides helplessly trying to get back his breath. Glory be little friend let's go find your family. The ensign becomes silent. There was such a strong glorious sensation radiating from her Thymus Gland, from that area between her heart and voice center, as if this gland, which has been atrophying in adulthood, was being rejuvinated for the first time, it's freguencies suddenly radiating out correctly again in a forward flow, cancelling the former inward downsink that had been occurring for many years since the jerk had taught her how to be bitter of the sex that went bad. She had worked her way through this over the years to come to the current point when it had become realized that sex didn't count, sex didn't exist in Reality so why bother loosing time fretting. She no longer thought now about sex, nor practiced it, she was 100% celebate and her friends liked her better for it. And then she was thinking (over 10,000 on other planets simultaneously listening, tuned in), that even a kitten of this size is so positively responsive to the natural inflections in her voice and feelings since all life everywhere in Creation experiences the same Intelligence and Desire, as she emphasized the bridge story, the kitten's pupils were completely open and relaxed, as did the kitten accept the love, receptive since pure Love too is the same throughout Creation. It wasn't really a kitten. It was definately some off Earth other worldly form of little animal. It was purring. It was in fact, well, in the best that kittens can do it, grinning. The smile has to be seen more in the radiant expression of the eyes rather than the cat lips. Not like dear Luke - a classic grinning dog. The ensign was now aware of how she might approach conversation with Dr. Mckoy about what she'd just recently noticed, the same radiancy of Intelligence which had always been there, the same vibration, in animal's eyes. How about that, the mother was coming along the corridor staying close to the wall. Now hurrying in bursts straight to the ensign. At this point, over 10,000 different people were the ensign. --------------------------------------------------------------- Not everyone got it right. For instance the liquer lounge didn't exist. It was a lounge in which to quitely sit and induct and discharge, but was there, added in, re-interpreted as a liquer lounge to make it more familiar by many of the sleeper's collectively encountering new consciousness in the epic that night. In fact, some of the sleepers thought they were on a brand new ocean liner of futuristic kind. It had been quite a dream, a real saga, an adventure taking many hours but in real time on the planets only 2 hours passed. Over 10,000 woke up on Earth at the same time. None knew where, exactly, they had been. But they all knew, that definately, something had been happening. Kirk and Spock were not really the boys from Star Trek its just that they looked vaguely like these two and anyway a number of those who had been united to tune in, thought they were merely dreaming, ergo the names of Kirk and Spock were discussed by some in the days that followed by some of those who discuss dreams as a way of life, in particular when they have to pay someone to listen, a psychiatrist, for instance. At least, in the overall, the misuse of Kirk and Spock as characters identified in mistake is better than twisting the whole thing around into an 'alien encounter'. -------------------------------------------------------------------- He awoke. Lying there, the room dark, the windows black outside again, the pale grey green light gone from them. Why did he have the distinct feeling that if he had thrown the windows wide open things would have gone very different in the interdimensional experience. More work has to be done, strengthening the interface between 3rd dimensional body form and the next nearest higher dimensions, in order for more truth to get through to cause him to throw the windows wide open to let the fresh clean air of the New Age in, instead of desparately fighting to wham them shut against the mighty gusts. He figures the only reason compelled to keep closing the windows which keep trying to open is the cold gusts which keep bursting through the air leaks. Yes, more work has to be done, in translation between dimensions. He lies awake, thinking about this, then before you know it is off again on another wild swirl, snagged once again in the magnetic circuits in the core of the planet. Another dream starts happening. ---------------------------------------------------------- THE INTERVIEW ---------------------------------------------------- He'd been awake, and is sleeping again. In mid stream the Interview resumes. Who the heck is being interviewed. It seems like him, but is not him. Is he having, someone else's, dream ? Earlier several males and females had been given new yellow uniforms like jump suits. The room in the modern house is bright. The last of the outer connections fades, the interview continues in earnest... he hears someone talking .... it is his voice .... he is saying.... I have some things I want to say. Will there be enough time to write them down? Listen, she said, meybe it would be better if you talk and I'll just keep the tape recorder on, if you don't mind. No, of course not, he said, wondering if she really meant 'not to spoil the events with stray psychic vibes leaking from the mind', then abandoned that thought. She added, Jamie Click on the Daily Journal tells me that he remembers everything in an interview for exactly 24 hours during which time he writes his story, then forgets everything completely but I don't know how that is possible, methinks he lies! she said, setting the simple small bright yellow recorder in good position on the coffee table. I like to have notes to refer back on. She clicks the recorder on and sits straight up in a comfortable position. Okay, she began anew, exactly what is it that you are doing? A strange kind of deja vu momentarily permiates the large atmosphere. He momentarily feels as if he has done this before, but cannot remember where, nor when. Something about the environment seems different, there is more light in the air. And, she had not actually set up the bright yellow tape recorder, actually, she had changed the tape, and he noticed that the full tape had his name on it before she slipped the cassette into her large purse sitting open on the coffee table. Oops, she said, withdrawing a long mascara pencil from the eye of one of the wind wheels of the cassette, and dropping the pencil back in her handbag. Almost an accident, Oops, she says, in a final act of warm friendly humor. And that is exactly how the interview resumed, er, started, began, with his heartfelt laughter being recorded on that strange looking bright yellow small simple recorder. But, even here, noted she, there was no conceit in his laugh, she'd probably thought to ask him a question he simply couldn't answer, notwithstanding that that strange kind of deja vu had momentarily permiated the atmosphere, as if this interview, or something like it, had already been happening. A momentary glimpse of her asleep and doing the interview skated through her mind, which might explain why he had seemed so familiar when she had first arrived at the door. But what sense does THAT make? was her final thought. Woman's intuition, she whispered to herself, in respect to what she'd noticed about his laugh. Meybe I can interview this guy after all. In fact at that moment several levels of dual thinking suddenly vanished from her as if prying lesser eyes had pulled away in a with draw but even so the factors of inner intuition picked up air she didn't know why she suddenly felt so GLAD, so more relaxed. And naturally, her curiosity had become very aroused, very more than normal. She asked then, very, carefully, nevertheless, modulating her words so as not to imply anything she didn't mean, or that he would misinterpret, because at this point she wanted very much an honest answer, in fact it could be said that at this point she was thinking, or was it feeling, less like a newspaper reporter and more like a person, where he was from, I ah, what I mean is where were you born, ah, what is your nationality - she laughed in a nervous quick backup - what I mean to ask is, do you have a PHd, where did you get your education. The reason why she had shifted the question so many times is because of her own answers which kept back-flashing equally rapidly into her outer ego, originating solely in the degrees of her own static conditions in duality at this point in time due to the confusion, or rather, double line of thought in her at this point as regards what kind of interview this would, er, should be. Clearly it was not going to be the typical A equals B and my hypothesis equals C type of conversation with a scientist. What had popped into her thinking were, in order of questioning: he was from a civilization from another star - he was cloned by a super race - his nationality is the race of the .... she couldn't think of the word for the race comprising the galactic empire in Star Wars movies .... did he get his training on Earth? - at least the last two questions came together as one, closer to home base - wow! wow! she is thinking with a feeling like a downward spiral, a classic mini paranoic spin out! he must be thinking I'm a stupid female, but no, he has been talking in his strong but evenly inflected manner, saying: well sure, I came from parents who had genes, my mother had some X chromosones and my father Y ones. They both gave me a complete gene set. By the time I was overcoming the clamour of my genes I was able to translate out of me other people's many expectations toward me, I also had to translate out of my physical system most of the carnal impurities transfered from my parent's genes, plus of course the birth trauma, and the kiddie trips to get attention which I was already employing in kindergarten along with other kids, I got rid of pointless need achievements too, the need to get attention just to be noticed, I got rid of that along the way. In other words, I cancelled ambition. After that it was easy checking out the nonesense in society from long distance, observing, but not participating, translating everywhere. Then came illumination. I am not permitted to tell you how I was taught to internalize, everyone internalizes and dissolves bad information in their own way. In one of the necessities I became more familiar with cause and effects between carnal vibrations in me and the fears others were telecommunicating to me unconsciously through their hidden thoughts, that also triggered certain kinds of carnal thought, I got rid of that too, no longer a victim of other people's thoughts. As you would expect, she blinked hard enough almost as to produce a tiny audible bang of lids clamping nakedly together. A kind of gust, wafted through the room mightily, a wave of cold fear started to slowly epiphinate through the ethers. The wave had welled up strongly and then slowly started to fade through its turns to the end, with both in the room fighting the fear, the guy doing his job, busily translating, since he knew where the wave had come from, she on the other hand fighting with every strength exactly as instructed by her psychiatrist, fight it, fight it, he had said, every time he had said something that had caused raw fear to suddenly surge through her, now she was fighting because she DIDN'T WANT THE GUY TO KNOW! but worse, she was certain HE DID KNOW! and would judge. But, judge he did not, just helped to translate the imposition. He stayed utterly and completely silent, waiting. Soon enough the air was cleared. The ether's had epiphinated to where thoughts could start to be formed again by her in reasonable ways. The guy waited, the tape recorder winding on, recording long silence. It was (the explosion of fear) caused by two intense apprehensions from both hemispheres of her brain clapping together simultaneously, one from the Male mental side, the other from the Female intuitional side. He had said something that had activated on both apprehensions at the same time and, out of control, both had come rushing together in a clap that triggered the out-of-control wave of fear from the emotional midrift area nervous system that momentarily permiated the room. There ! you have an explanation as to why such things happen between humans ! Such is the classic response of many westerners when they get the sudden idea that their thoughts are being read, he suddenly said. The slow motion explosion of fear that goes off in the heart center can also be triggered by touching on matters that have no solution, and fear beyond dread is the instant result, he continued. Despite the strong strange vibrations which had blown through the room, and which, she knew for sure, had come from herself, as if everything was fine she brought together enough words to say; I don't read thoughts, thought pressures I can sometimes recognize as static input from someone but a psychiatrist I know says that is utter nonsense and HIS thought pressures can be enough to make me physically ill, sometimes, sometimes I have actually left and thrown up a moment after he comes into a room, he has such terrible 'OILY VIBES', sometimes. And she drifted off in private thought, until .... Holy smoke, she realizes, the guy is saying .... the same used to trigger a storm of carnal fantasies, because of the impurities in the genes. Junior high school was the worst, for me anyway. I don't mean to say I hold anything against my parents, after all, they got their polluted genes from their parents. This planet doesn't yet know what's going on. I'm not implying any need for genetic racist purity and please don't even hint at that, or let an editor hint some editors will, completely rewrite your story to make the paper sell more to fiends in society who lap up ANYTHING that makes them jiggle for power, in particular for reasons that are totally false or fabricated from nowhere but hell state stinking, er, thinking. White racist supremacy comes to mind as one of the most idiotic mistakes of all. His voice was very clear when he said this. The guy grinned. Then talked on; I mean, that action in consciousness itself changes the way we think or feel, often in fact in just one tenth of a second FLAT, this is true for all races, or rather people, so as to overcome the pollution everyone has in their genes. A time will come when people will no longer even have to form physical projections. At this juncture the reporter noticed something which had happened very subtly, but unmistakably. There had been a change in the formula. This time she realized she wasn't now locked into a self blaming spin out, in that strange vibration, which had only moments ago, epiphinated through the ethers. In fact she'd been so attentive to what he was saying that she had stopped thinking about the weird vibe and now that she was checking around, privately, she was suprised to find that it had vanished, the fear, it was no longer there. For the first time, at least that she could remember, the feeling had gone away quickly and on its own rather than leaving her feel as if naked amongst people for the rest of the day. There was a pause. She checked the tape recorder and found that hardly any of the cassette had been used. A surprise! a lot more time had seemed to pass but it hadn't. Checking the recorder was a coverup, to give herself extra time to look over a new question which had just occurred to her. She knew there wasn't any homosexual tendencies in him. But also there wasn't any carnal attraction between them, at this point now, not even subliminally and she wasn't used to this, in the presence of a male. It was .... unfamiliar .... to say the least. She was suddenly feeling self consciousness for a whole new reason, centered on her high gloss lipstick and long painted fingernails. Not to mention the new brand of false eyelashes, tried today, for the first time. GOD I must look AWFUL! she exclaimed to herself, within. But even so he was saying Female/Male Equality is absolutely just like a whole big family of brother's and sisters and sons and daughters and Mothers and Fathers, even amongst strangers, at least, that's what's supposed to be. When the Delilah complex goes, so does the need for lipstick and effectations. Vanity has no place whatsoever in Reality. She tried to hide her perk of surprise, by writing down a few notes, with an air of deliberate professionalism, in a handy notebook. At this juncture she wasn't quite sure whether she was angry or not. He continued as she looked up .... when men get together with their own inner male/female balance they loose their need for muscle building, mustaches look like something aweful is spilling out of the nostrils. Oh ho!, he said - because she'd visibly jerked - in thinking for a brillient flash on her boyfriend, who she'd believed had been teaching her; as he always said - about true love, with OH! she almost cried out privately, with his bragging about superior sexual techniques. Even so they were together on a record collection of Rock Stars and had had some monumental disputes about winning points seeing through rockstar phony images, in fact he had been giving her a lot of static about her reluctance to try some of his more 'gamey' sexual ideas, especially in public - he believed that it was a god given gift to be so sexually 'mature' and blowing off steam in public at her was a god given right, that's what chicks are for. Her neighbor directly across the street believed that god had to have his wife (purchased when a girl in grade eight in one of the Moslem countries) walk behind him, exactly X number of paces back, especially out in the street, because if she didn't, and he permitted the violation, Allah would punish HIM in the most terrible of ways, Allah would deny him his earned place in Paradise where he would fornicate in the most fantastic of sexual pleasures for the rest of eternity, every orgasm experienced as intensely by Allah, who would be eternally sex-racking pleased, each time, each orgasm, by each of the uncounted trillions of Moslem males inevitably inhabiting his paradise. What a god to create an invetible destiny as THIS, for himself, the Moslem across the street had thought from time to time, wondering why he felt so bad punching out his child wife each time she failed to walk the proscribed six feet behind. OH my god WOW! now WHY was she thinking this! she suddenly exclaimed loudly within herself. Previous to this she had only thought of the marriage across the street as a particularly sad one due to the amount of vigor the old husband berrated and beat his young wife, particularly in the way she tended to catch up as the two walked along the street and his attention was distracted talking in yabbering hostile tones with another Moslem male, always it seemed, about the same subject, money. That's very interrrresting, she said, not having the slightest idea of what the guy had just been saying, making the remark only to try and catch up, realizing that she had been momentarily off on her own, a long distance away from the time place and space of this very room. And he was talking anew, saying .... I don't mean to start talking about Moslem Law and the treatment of women but these questions keep hanging around and I have to accept responsiblity to get a few of them on record. In particular the appalling nonsense of sex in Paradise, for Eternity, can you IMAGINE! No ! wait, don't try, said he. And then he was talking in a new direct tact as if the previous remarks had never happened, as if the new tact had been the real topic all along, saying .... I don't hear your voice in my thoughts. What has been happening, if you sincerely want to know, is that when I suddenly started getting images about a mustachioed smug looking jerk, and I know these thoughts aren't my own, I decided to hit your sore spot, the jerk who is trying to get you under his fun sights like a Svengali, but also, it was so I could point out that a person's own natural inductions of power gives them all the rejuvination needed, to get free of such impositions, this happens when your consciousness is correctly re-attuned to Creation, that is, when you are on the planet, but no longer of it. She kind of looked at him sideways, quizzically, very alert, feeling, suddenly, new potent upsurge of fear, or was it anger. But even at this moment, when she opened and closed the draw strings of her purse without knowing why, she was feeling the upsurge of fear being drawn away as if from a mighty power within her, because she, at the moment it started, willed it, and as it turned out, at the self same instant also had the Desire to realize the upsurge was no longer valid. This time, there was no mighty blow of fear surging through her emotions slowly epiphanating through the ethers. This time there was a distinct squeeze suddenly taking a-hold of the emotion, squelching it, in fact she could feel something of it, its residue, flowing down and rapidly dissipating out of existence below her knees, below her ankles, below her feet. It was gone. Just a lingering taste of its memory remained where the mighty blow of fear had suddenly started to erupt. Ohhh WOWWWW! that was EASY!, was her most amazed realization. There was almost like a sound, or high frequency ringing, in her ears, no, not her ears, in a realm between her ears in her head and when she began to privately look into this it began to move uphill in frequencies and more it seemed, it became pleasurable, like a kind of music, except steady, and strong. Also, it could be misconstrued as the oncoming of a headache. .... even tho, I might add, he was saying, that the rejuvination isn't so easy here in the present time span at the end of the Earth's twentieth century due to the planet's morbid pre-occupation with the death syndrom. For instance I'm very glad to see you are not wearing black. Many women do, in this city for instance, particularly the more attractive girls, for reasons that relate directly to death, decay, and disintegration, motivated by the illusionary need for sex. Even the money hungry, those motivated by greed, are being driven along the bottom line for sexual recognition, in point, the need for orgasms to happen, not even glimpsing for an instant that orgasms are a monumental short circuit through the inner being inductions amounting to nothing less than an epileptic fit centered through the crotch rather than the brain. In so many words, the problem is that black is the color which seals in all other colors in the auric eminations - the auric field - so that even tho people may think they are more attractive, in fact the feeling of pure love and implicit trust is GONE. Notice how black is missused in the world; morticians, priests, clergy, dictators, politicians, bankers, judges, businessmen and women, self proclaimed authorities of internation stature, manipulators, rock music, punk, motor cycle gangs, drug users, all police states, the list goes on, all tied to the low end of the human expression, where there is the least equality expressed between people. Do you see what I am getting at? I'm; he continued after a slight pause; starting to show more signs of aging, tho most people are quite surprised to find out I look just like them even tho I am usually about 15 years older. The generation I went to high school with are already getting pacemakers. There is a long pause. The guy seemed to have finished. After another long pause, shorter, she broke the silence with some speach. She says, you have been rumored to be in the process of patenting a new kind of computer. Is that what you have been working on? He said just a minute I'll go get some notes and she said okey and so he rose and left the room. She after a short wait got up and walked over to look with some interest at colorful geometric drawings and equations that were thumbtacked to the wall near the entrance. After a moment he returned to the room, proceeding quickly through the room muttering where the heck is that stack of notes the reporter intensly watching but, just as he came to the stairs to go upstairs, as his foot touched the first step he, wham, tripped on the stair, his momentum carrying him backpeddling to a stop. He whirled to look staight at the reporter, and, catching his balance, said: carefull! that was some STARE you had on me, then headed straight on up to the second floor, taking the stairs two at a time, effortlessly. She thought he also said 'your piercing gaze', but was not sure. A moment later he return, coming down the stairs, he jolted when hitting the bottom stair and momentarily stopped, staring left to right into the room, and then his eyes landed directly on her. Laughing, recovering from the trip on the bottom stair, he came back into the room. The reporter was still standing by the drawings, looking slightly perplexed by his opening remark, when he came rapidly down the stairs with a folio of notes. He approached her and said; during one stage of this project I had notes spread over the whole of the room, the living room was entirely covered with sheets; over the tables, over the chairs, the whole of the floor covered except for a small walk space. One day I could not find a sheet. A day and a half later I finally found it amongst a few spread out behind the TV set. A project spread out like that is easy to keep track of, sort of its own filing system with everything only one sheet deep. If two sheets deep I loose track of where a piece is hidden. I showed a friend a sheet of paper and an hour later went to find it, couldn't find it until the next afternoon sitting behind the TV set, out of place. Well, it had fallen off the TV where I'd accidentally left it. Two whole sections of the project linked together through that one sheet and without its formulas the project was impossible. Which is why I spent all day, all night, until the next afternoon looking for it. It never once occurred to me that the friend had taken it, I do trust my instincts regards implicit trust regards people. He said this in reply to a question that had just changed the expression on her face, in this case he knew what the question was because of reading the expression on her face. But now, because of my new office house he continued, I'm set up with an easy-to-handle filing system. All of those industrial 3-ring binders, the red ones, there are over two dozen in a row and a half on that bookshelf, (he indicates an old oak standup bookshelf with 6 rows of colorful 3-ring binders), all formerly used as industrial catalogues for technical manufacturers with well known names stamped or embossed on the backs, including the row and a half of deep red plastic having the words 'General Electric' plus titles printed in white, these, he said, indicating the set of General Electric binders, cost 50 cents each at the flea market. I think a large contractor in Quebec went out of business, I got 200 different binders from an ex employee selling them off at the flea market, see, that set of magenta binders, they are all from the Westinghouse Corp. In fact I have arrayed them on the shelfs as a work of art, the whole bookshelf, with its binders, can stand as a work of art in any art gallery. These binders are so attractive they make an ideal filing system, I know what is in each of the binders just by its interesting cover. For instance, this one, (he walks to the bookshelf, and pulls a large red 'General Electric' binder of hinge back kind with extendable posts inside and likely cost forty dollars new), contains all the notes that led to the solution involving descrete relativistic shifts in electron velocities equated to descrete differences in mass energy which convert through whole energy ratio proportions of the Fine Structure Constant, to the emission spectra of atoms of hydrogen. That was quite a project; he continued almost talking to himself while randomly flipping wads of paper in thick sections back and forth in the thick binder held in his hand, he was talking into the pages as he flipped wads back and forth one by one, pushing to get the wads to ride up and down the extended thin metal posts the binder was made of, they being at least 4 inches tall, the wads hard to turn. She was dismayed. She prided herself on her up-to-date scientific lore and knowledges about what was going on, in hard core science, and knew nothing of THIS. Um, um, he said, putting the binder back on its place on the shelf. It was obvious that he was going to say more about the binder's contents, then changed his mind - that was the point, just flipping the wads ended up being the whole of the show. The bookcase really did look like a work of art, the reporter now thought, since she was now looking at it in the light of art. She sought through her purse until she found a folded page torn from a magazine, having on one side a full paged color ad from Alberta utalizing a large Cube and Sphere and facets of it for that main image. One of the subtle background images looked like a framed rectangle, with the thin outline of a large Cube and Sphere surrounding the whole of the ad. On the other page adjoining, was a page of text. Did you write this?, she asked. Yep, he said. She was just about to ask if he had written an article called 'The Silver Spiral', when .... With no notice he suddenly took the binder again from the shelf and flipped it open, manipulating a few wads. Ah here it is, he said as if the conversation had never stopped. This section (he waggled the wad airily) is a photostat of the summary. The original is in a sealed envelope, registered by me and sent to myself via registered mail at the post office. The clerk did not know the procedure so I had to come back the next day to pick it up, even tho it only moved from one part of a table to another overnight and then into the slot that has my initial. Other documents I have registered get done by the clerk standing right at the counter, all of the numbers are transferred to the correct books and I sign the delivery reciept and the package is handed back to me over the counter, the whole thing taking less than about 5 minutes, when the post office clerk knows the routine. Ah, here it is, said he with a waft of sheets held tight between fingers, this is the original work on the Silver Spiral. And this here, (he flips to another wad) is the final summary of that other project, the one about Harmonic Relativity Principles in Special Relativity. Still waving the wad in thin air, gripped between fingers the wad sticking out held forth from the front of the open spring back binder with the name 'General Electric' and technical reference terms gracing the back and cover, the guy just kept on talking, right through some history, about how the particular summary of the direct calculation of hydrogen atom spectra by the adding and subtracting of discrete bits of data, translated by terms in special relativity to come to other bits and pieces of data, converting datas by methods of adding and subtracting amongst wavelengths that can otherwise only be gotten by multiplications and divisions, a piece of work that at least three Nobel Prize winners had taken a look at, and was deemed mathematically peerless to a point, but, no cigar, the same kind of information had formerly being handled at the start of the 1930's by Einstein and another physicist named Sommerfeld who worked together in what was hailed at that time as a major breakthrough but within two years had been put aside because the approach had failed in all ways to account for any quantum properties of an atom such as spin and angular momentum, ergo, the same for mine, it could not account for quantum properties of the atom. But, I think it is still relevent, because of what it reveals about Reletivity Theory and a direct numistic contact with Hydrogen Atom's wavelength structures. At least, so I think. The guy slams the thick spring-backed binder shut (not angrily). The deed done, the guy puts it back in its place amongst the other red binders from 'General Electric' filling the row in the bookcase. He continues talking however, saying in a voice rich with timbre tho little inflection, a strong even voice which comes from having the thoughts and voice syncronized to the same speed: This was quite a problem, the ratio of energy between photon frequecies of light and the mass energy of the Electron are so great, that the perfectly quantumistic relativistic shifts in mass energy of the Electron in its rest state 'orbit' in a hydrogen atom simply couldn't be handled on any major computer system, such as an IBM or Honeywell, without heavy handed extra programming by programmer's to handle the extra digits. I eventually located a system's engineer of a large private corporation with major federal government data processing contracts, who was intrigued by the challenge of the program I was proposing, doing calculations involving digits added and subtracted and factored to extremely high precision. To give you an idea, add or subtract the radius of the Moon, to the orbit of the Moon, and add or subtract the orbit of the Moon to the orbit of the Earth, and compare the results to the radius of the Sun. A scientist will recognize at once the extreme range in gravitational digits which have to be factored at high accuracy in order to do such equations. Well, atomic and energy level structures of Hydrogen are similar, in terms of amounts of energy represented by a photon of the Hydrogen spectrum, and for instance the basic rest mass of the Electron, or Proton. The system engineer mentioned above saw an opportunity to test their computers to maximum accuracy, to a total of 35 significant digits, in which their computers were concidered at that time to be amongst the most powerful, and accurate, in the world. I worked overnight culling a set of equations which his programmer typed into the keyboard the next day for a day and a half. The program was run, the results, because of the way I had written the equations, came out as whole numbers, or as random ratios. Glory be the whole numbers gave a whole new picture of how certain datas synch together in fundamental physics as pure and perfect CONSTANTS, and the assumed accuracy of their computers was verified at the same time. We were all happy. Previous, I had arranged with the Computer Sciences division of Ottawa University to translate some of the equations into THEIR mainframe system but the project quickly bogged down, the first day two hours were spent setting up a step in an equation for the computer to run it, the next day another two hours spent and the second step had not yet been programmed, and we all realized that pursuing the project further would be of no avail due to the amount of work it would take to simply program the computer. The problem was that there were still 35 steps to go in that original equation, and there were dozens of equations to do the problem whose sollution I wanted verified on a main frame computer. I have designed a 'Super Slide Rule', a computer that works like a pocket calculator except the digits are ACCURATE to a minimum of 16 digits, however THAT project has bogged down because millions will be needed to build a prototype and I simply do not have the class or clout to command such money, at this time. Alas. He smiled. She smiled. She waited. He then said: Getting back to that project, the problem at first was in not knowing the solutions in advance. I needed to get what I figured was at least about 23 digits in accuracy to determine what solutions were actually random numbers and what solutions were constants. When first attempting the project at Ottawa University, I was using known, plus calcutated, datas, for many fundamental physical constants of a certain kind, then when collaborating with the company, had extracted a set of equations which could be run as arbitrary whole number digits which had the same ratios in proportions as certain of the fundamental constants. In the case of the company, their 'Control Data' computers factored numbers to 28 significant digits, and the other seven digits were used as controls for each string in an equation. It didn't matter. The results I was wanting were verified. The problem NOW is how to explain the results, not easy, believe me. In fact I have put the whole problem aside for the time being, since the source of the datas in which many fundamental physical constants are perfectly balanced hence calculated from First Cause Principles, is the Cube and Sphere, in particular with an embodiment of a 12 sided star within the cube's circumpherence. One very discrete proportion gives, for instance, the Fine Structure Constant to 13 significant digits. The difficultly of programming such complex 'trigonometries' on a main frame computer is mind boggling. Even so, those 'Control Data' computers had vast memory capacity, but could only take so much instruction before reaching certain limits. Blew my mind. Work I could do in a few minutes by hand with an advanced calculator took hours just to set up, getting the program ready, typing codes in the computer's keyboard, all done in voluntary good will by the company's chief programmer. Also, with the advanced calculator I used I could change my mind instantly in a 10th of second and look at another equation, a new one, thought of in an instant, but hours would be needed to make the same change in mind if attempting to solve the same kind of equations on a main frame computer, and most scientists in the world are doing their work, solving their equations, on such main frames, nowadays PC's too. Weeks, even months, go by, from one significant step to the next in that kind of work, and in my approach only minutes can sometimes go by between a question and a solution, when I'm functioning in Higher Intelligence and get really good at ferriting out the unknowns, intuiting the right routes to go, through a mathematical or physics problem. Oh boy, I guess this is getting W O R D Y ! The guy had been clued to the fact, because the reporter's eyes had glazed over, and her jaw had fallen slack. Anyway, the description of all of that is here in this other binder. He pulled another red 'General Electric' binder from the bookcase and just held it in his hand. You know, she said, I haven't understood a word you said, revving up a bit again sort of coming back to attention. But it sounds facinating. Oh, well, he said, don't be alarmed, nobody else has either. And he pointed to a drawing which now lay open on a page of the red binder he held, which was a small photocopy reduced drawing of the same which was on the wall almost directly over her left shoulder. And this particular geometry principle, he said, is suggested in the calculator design as a way of storing MEMORY on a direct hit basis so that each key tap constitutes a hit which is then stored at one, and only one, nodal point in the geometry. That way, the binary process is a thing of the past, at least for this type of 'direct address' calculator computer. I think it should be quite interesting. I should be able to make a few dollars out of it, someday. What computer design, she said, drawing the words out slowly, the guy having obviously taken a long route through Andromeda and back, to having suddenly arrived back, suddenly talking about a computer design as if it had been the topic of talk all along. She was still looking at him kind of hard. After a pause he started on a new tact entirely. About 10 years ago, he said, I had occasion to baby sit for an hour the 4 1/2 year old son of some friends and so we were alone in the house, with me in the living room, he in the bathtub, curtain drawn, peaceful at about 8 at night, suddenly I became aware that it was very quiet in the bathroom, no giggles, no splashing. So in I went, and looking in through the shower curtains, saw NO ONE THERE ! Boy oh boy did I react! my first thought was m'GOD he's DROWNED! but there was absolutely no one in the water, the little yellow ducky and the tugboat were floating on the water and there was nothing else THERE! I slammed shut the curtains thinking fast WHAT! WHAT! very much in ALARM, the idea that meybe he had just departed to another room just did not occur, he's DROWNED!. But no! he was NOT THERE! I was very much up in alarm, he wasn't anywhere in the bathroom. I whirled and yanked open the shower curtain again, and there was the little tyke, sitting quietly by himself, even as I watched he reached forward and started playing with the ducky again, splish splash tee hee giggle. And I thought WOW! Because he had VANISHED! And then, REAPPEARED! You know what, apparently he did that. I mean I mentioned it to his parents when they returned and his father leaned toward me and quietly said 'I know what you mean, he's done the same thing to me, too'. Well, as it happened, after the kid was about six, he sort of settled down, no more abrupt disappearances, teleporting. All this time the guy had been speaking in his particular vibratory manner in which the listener hears a much larger more stereophonic presence in the huge range of space in the mind between the physical ears, the guy's voice amplified by telepathic intuning to the consciousness of the listener, or rather the other way around, the consciousness of many listeners is interdimensionally intuned to the main listener and the guy as he spoke. Where did he go, the reporter asked, referring of course to the youngster in the bathtub. I don't know, said the guy. The kid may have in fact still been physically there but his entire consciousness was somewhere else, there was no physical dimensional 3D vibration in his aura or his mind, no physical senses at all, at that moment, involving enertia. That's what happened a few moments ago when I came back down the stairs and for a moment you weren't there! That's why I tripped again on the stair, coming into the room, it was the SHOCK! It occurs that there can be a lot of energy displaced when someone spontaneously teleports for a moment. It's a different kind of shock than that which happens under direct telepathic STARE. And even as he spoke he knew he had answered the question that had rushed into her thoughts: why had he twirled so suddenly when heading up the stairs and gave her what had seemed like a direct warning, and what did he actually mean when he'd said: 'your piercing gaze'. She just had had answered this, and many other questions, all of which had been a part of her uniquely private self for most of her lifetime. She was thinking within herself: I'm not crazy! And rather than a flood of new revelations, new emotions, there was in fact the opposite, a flood of old emotions, old ideas, just suddenly upped and departed, just drifted away, as if being carried away on a current. In the near same instant, in a direct thought behind the thought, she became aware, really aware, that she was awake to a whole new dimension of her existence, and, at the same moment of new breath flooding in, she noticed that a life long despair was missing, it had just as suddenly, departed, not even recognized until this moment now that it was GONE!, the despair was also vanished as if it had never existed in REALITY. Something else was happening, just then, it would take her some time to comprehend, and that is, that in the heartfelt smile she returned, as a female she felt as an equal with the man she had come to interview. This same equality is shared in Female/Male Male/Female polarity throughout Creation. It was in this moment that this, she instinctively KNEW! During the time span she had an image come in fast of her dresser at home, covered with a bizarre display of neatly organized makeups and womenlies and was already beginning to think of whether she should throw the collection out, or give it to the Salvation Army. She thought about this hard for a moment, too hard, and abruptly the duality began again, almost a spell of the suddenly recognized sense of physical paralysis with a distasteful stench of garlic and sharp acrid poo in the nostrils as a host of lesser thoughts and outer ego images came hurtling back in a deluge into the same old spinout of private thoughts. With the makeup on the dresser were other quickies of herself in high society contacts, feeling pleased about her glamor, and makeup techniques, the cocain etiquettes, the mariuanna smoking as part of her media life, the rock stars singing of sex and paradise which comprised her collection, the steps she had been making toward liberating herself as a women to enjoy sex in freedom with anyone, including bondage with young teenagers, and it began to feel like HELL! Until she realized something very simple, that the guy in the room, if in her position, would undoubtedly throw the makeup out so that no one else would ever get stuck with it. HOW SIMPLE, she literally shouted in her private thoughts. Huh? said the guy. She had grunted aloud. Well, more to the story, she had actually gasped. Because he had not made a mistake, and instead had waited for the answer through her higher conscious Reality. she now knew intuitively the changes were her's from within, they had not been by the guy gloming onto her mind like some Svengali. She knew intuitively, or perhaps even instinctively, that somewhere in Reality was a very strong, magnificent, purpose, and that she was tuning back into it from a higher source of illumination within herself, a source that had been buried since early childhood. Again, with this aura of thought, there was a release, once more another flood of pressure going away, drifting off as strands disconnected into the flow of time into nothing. This time there was a new upwelling, no an excitement, or tangible emotion, and definately not something to resist. It could loosely be called a more inspired purpose in her motivations as to the kind of changes she was beginning to fathom as a new vision regarding this interview. One thing she knew for sure, she was wanting to be as kind to him as he had been with her. She felt it honestly when she said thank you, at the close of the interview. She became, said the Lecturer on ORION, one of the first of the females to begin to function stably in the higher frequencies of her soul atom even whilst toiling in the ruck amuck of the tumult of the Earth at this now time. One of her first new stories concerned that present day's attitude toward the so called 'good lie, er life', of free sex and the everyday carnal preoccupations, written in such a way that a great number of people who had been accepting the media's lies became aware of how mistaken they'd been accepting most of their lives. Oh, incidentally, girls, that stench she smelt is very real on regressed planets. Its in part an organic reaction caused by tuning in too heavily into the wrong thoughts. Some of the people you might have to face are so regressed that they think the stink is a perfume! In fact the stenches can serve as a guide for you. Whenever you begin to notice such stench within you, you know that you have temporarily stepped off base somewhere in your internal alignment with REALITY. In fact, you might have to, at times, temporarily endure it whilst in the presence of, or in a situation perpetrated by, others whose abuse and missuses are sufficient to cause strong unfavorable reactions in people's outer egos on Earth. But I hope and ask that you always remain perfect in everything you think, say, and do, as the Christ in everyone would have you do. You know what I mean, the frequencies of the Christ Principles, and not a personal lord, or worse, a personal jesus as many on Earth choose in mistake to believe. A personal Christ presense afflicting chosen individuals doesn't exist. There is no personality, where Christ in this universe is concerned. You're purpose on Earth is how to proclaim The One Law, she continued: (the Lecturer on Orion is the same being, in a simultaneous but different soul atom projection as the reporter on Earth): yes to demonstrate the One Law by your actions, putting what you know into practice without being messianic about your own Divine Beingness, because you ARE especially chosen for what's to come, and anyone who can work within the Twin Ray blue light and other frequencies of light properly becomes chosen by the simple act of being so involved again in First Cause and the Christ Plan for Planet Earth, as being progressively lowered into place co-ordinated by the Chief Commander of Cosmic Affairs for Planet Earth. She stated this as a fact, rather than intoning anything of a personal vibration or mere belief, to the students. The Lecturer paused to think quickly further into the sources until she came to a particular passage. She creased her thumb down the center of the manuscript held open on the table, with a deep red cover that looked like a large extrended post binder and it was quite thick so its pages tended to flip on their own, but, quickly, she was talking again, she is looking right at the students with light of pure love in her eyes, saying: You'll see, what the Earth didn't know for a long time is that all kingdoms have the same intelligence. Only the kingdom's genes, and the traumas of a physical birth, effects the expression. She flips a page of the manuscript, from left to right. In the background where she stands. is a tripod. bearing a map of the Earth. Everyone notices unmistakably that the map is in reverse, that is, that Europe is on the Left side of the map, the Atlantic Oceon on the Right, and the East Coast of North America is farther to the Right hand side. This is very definative to one of the males present at the lecture. In teledimensional in-sight, the view from place to place is a mirror symmetry, the view is reversed, Left hand is Right hand. To many tens of thousands percieving a simultaneous, similar, subtle form of new illumination on Earth, it is clear that the Lecture is a good soul who has also volunteered working from the higher, to the lower, along with the Messiah Task Force, to help move the Christ Plan for Planet Earth from the higher dimensions progressively lowered into the lower outer dimension. From within to without, through the whole of the planet's population. She is a good soul who had volunteered to incarnate into the Earth's genetic vibratory frequency, and even tho as she grew up she had become to a certain degree caught up in the conditions of that world that she had come to help clean up. None the less, her motivation when she began to concider writing about the interview, was of a higher order, and not any longer of media MADNESS, and even tho she didn't have the language of a stablized consciousness to have gotten it into the character she eventually fictionalized, nonetheless what she had intended was that: ..... something vague going into the picture about women realizing their own soul power and purpose and responsibility to undo what she had done, completely beyond the sex drive, without carnal urges of any kind, but that passage was left on the cutting room floor by a madman cunningly disguised as an editor. Too bad ..... however yes yes lucky for us each person on the Earth dreaming the same interlude at this exact same time had a sudden exact different picture as to exactly what went on during this interlude, each exact different picture suitable exactly to that precise specific soul, dreaming the interlude. It works. This technique works. Alien Abduction concepts be dammed, the truth behind the scenes is that such inner inculcation of new news only each and every person can exactly use, WORKS! The point is there are differences, just a dream to some, to others more a vision so wide awake, it is as if it were actually happening in real time, because, in fact it is. Some of these, who were in vision mode and not just merely dreaming randomly while tuned in, those collective in vision mode, returned to the vision where it left off, and so it continued, as follows: Here, you might want to listen to this tape. He flipped a cassette tape from a box sitting on a shelf, to her hand, well aimed, she caught the tape in mid air and blinked in surprise, the co-ordination both from the thrower and the catcher superb in this instantaneous event, in that the tape had sailed right across the entire room then took a sudden downward left angle slew at the last instant in order to slice right into her open hand, a perfect fit landing between her thumb and fingers. No wonder she blinked in surprise, the tape actually had travelled an impossible trajectory, in terms of the laws of Enertia and Motion. Something in the single minded thoughts of either or both of them had willed the tape to a landing correctly, causing the tape to slew into a perfect stop right in her hand, ready to use, er rather, to put away, in her purse. The tape is a duplicate so don't worry if it gets lost, he said. It is recorded thoughts when at one time I thought of writing a mysterious novel in which new fundamental physics datas were to be revealed. There are remarks about music and telepathy too. I came across the tape a few weeks ago in a box of clutter. Oh, here's another one, and another, oh yeah, here's another. He flipped three more cassettes toward her. This time they landed on the table with a slight skidding sound. There was nothing remarkable about the way they travelled through the air. Do you have any other's, she asked? No, he said, just these. They're a brief record in time, circ., 1981-82. I was in a frame of mind to record thoughts from time to time, only did this for a brief period. Nothing since. Oh, she said, and dropped the three cassettes into her open purse which sat on the coffee table, for a total of four cassette tapes. Oh, here's some more, he said in a sudden single minded voice, handing her an old christmas card box lid filled with a small scatter of cassettes, you may was well listen to these too, I don't know what's in them. She put the lid of cassettes in her large purse and pulled its draw string taut. Be careful because I need them. These are all duplicates I made by dubbing copies on a getto blaster with two tape decks. But, I'll want the cassettes back when you're finished, he said. You can go ahead and make copies, he said, go ahead it makes no difference. But, PLEASE give them back. I'm assuming implicit trust in you taking responsibility to return them, he said. I most certainly will, she said, And, thank you, she said. No problem, he said. She left the house and went straight to her car. She drove away. At home later that night in her apartment, the reporter played the tapes. There was one small passage he'd hoped she'd hear. She did. She played it several times. This is what she heard: ONE PACE FORWARD ------------------------------------- TAPE ON: Listen. You want to know where the future is? Just step ONE PACE forward, and you will find that it is all around you, nearer than your hands and feet. You don't even have to stop and think what meaning could be found in the fact that it was only ONE PACE that you took. You don't even have to wonder what the meaning in the PACE itself is. All you need to know is that underneath the whole range of the emotions you feel, is an existence in Reality which is devoid of conflicting emotions. All you need to know is, as you walk along the street feeling many things simultaneously inside you, that nearly all of these things, have come from people surrounding. And those that you DO know are from yourself, you will also now know, were set into resonant existent by that which was coming from the others. So there you have it. Not even in a nutshell, just there, itself, out in the open. Oh, yes, and there are several things I would like to add in the ongoing part: really one thing that should be said for certain is, that in order to be standing wide awake after that PACE you took, you also have to be fully prepared to completely expand your horizon, completely spread your awarenesses and senses to as far as you can, to every corner of the globe, and upstairs in Reality. There is something else you should know that is most vitally important, in fact even DANGEROUS, if you refuse to pay attention to the warning. That is, that THOSE experiences which turn you around to feeling you want to be in hiding, or desparately fearing all incoming suprises, you would be best, well, told to stay away from such things that make you want to hide, for as long as you wish to keep RISING. The reason why is not just like something in the sky, but a deeply meaningful event in the horizon of your Creation. And that is, that the more you become aware, the more you can understand; and as you really begin to understand; you begin to awaken to your true horizon. And we are not just talking about something that curves into a line a hundred miles from where you are standing. This is the whole heritage of your pregeneration, the whole range of your progenitation, wherever it might be. What IS meant to be, is an explicit statement about the time that you first came into an origin on this planet. What are you doing? hiding behind ten disguises. If you have written what is on the chalk board, you already are looking at the further horizon. And yet you step back at the first flat chance to express your lesser emotions in a way that is gratifying to you physically, not just an encounter with a quickly wet partner, but, to seem to keep a hiding place behind what you can actually fathom, even well behind that which you truthfully know. But it isn't even just that we are all sitting around smoking the last of our tobacco's, waiting for something important to take place, eventually. There are people who are awake and alive and walking the surface of the planet, as if it were, well... well uh.... I don't know whether this can fit into the previous, but it wasn't meant to say that these could whip at the blink of an eye or thought from Tibet to Timbuktu and then over to Rio De Janeiro without waiting for the planes to even get in the sky. No, we are talking about people in even mundane occupations who are quietly doing their jobs, who have suddenly started seeing the Reality and their world in a way that is at last without the old preposterousness. And these people are kind, and loving, and love to share good humor and fun with people. Particularly those they have gotten to know. Particularly when working together in a mundane job, everywhere. Just what do you think could happen... how come this switched from one? ... ah hah hah.... something about the device itself which short circuits into one ear phone. Modern manufacture is not perfect by any means, but it should be. Ahh, what do you think could happen, if someone like myself who has never given thought to such before, were to sing some of the things I know about, as a part of a very beautiful music, not just the idea about the music itself, more beautiful than anything that has ever been composed on the world, or the planet has ever heard (...crash! thump! thump! ... lauph ... I'll have to tell you what THAT was in a minute...) in its whole history. And where some of the music, or music-like, has been heard from time to time it gets quickly lost as people suddenly become preoccupied, with again, more heavier situations. It should be easy as pie to ... well, that's a cliche that didn't have any sufficient meaning ... as easy as talking to a friend, to be able to express, for a far greater end, anything that happens to be alive in your preoccupations, as long as you know, of course, that everything you say is going to help people feel better, and understand more about everything they are doing. Ah, (laugh), opened the fridge door to get out the pizza box that has one pizza slice left in it, and two bags of milk spilt out of a plastic bag (laugh) one of them did a kind of a slithering slinky jack-in-the-box flip flopping in slow motion down the shelves then out the bottom of the fridge onto the floor, and the second liter bag, which started much later, hit the floor almost at precisely the same instant (laugh). I just had four quick sips of milk from the plastic bag open in the plastic container, something I do several times a day, and sometimes many, it seems that two or three quick little sips of cool milk is very soothing to the passages as they come into the stomach. Why those passages should be so irritated at the present time is something I really can't explain with confidence but it may have something to do with the brand of cigarettes I'm now smoking, and it may be due to serious medical complications from salvaging wire on the shorelines and junk settings of Prince Rupert, B.C. Back then there were a few lungfulls of pitch black plastic smoke burning off the outers of old telephone wires that were found in the dump. And the one that I really think was probably a problem was in melting down a couple of hundred pounds of lead from copper cable wrapped in lead and aluminum sheathing, and uh, filled in between with PCB's no less. And at the time all this was going on I had no idea PCB's were a threat to anyone's survival, I simply didn't know they even existed. But the other thing was in melting down these sections of cable with a propane blow torch, you know, its the large one with the 30 pound tank and the nozzle you hold with two hands, well, the aluminum that was stuck to the lead was getting vaporized, and a good percent of the lead was being burned into a greenish yellow flame, and every so often when the wind shifted, I got a full wiff of it. That just previous, is a good example of the straight street in society. Straight implies, and definately moods, that which is just too conservative. By no means do I mean liberation of all licensciousness. Heaven forbid! and that's a commandment. This is somewhat different, in fact it can be perhaps most succinctly summarized in today's modern music for conservative radio stations, far too over dominant in the strings with no exciting inter-rhythms, other than basic harmony, and at the same time a beat that is just morbidly too slow for the kind of music that is incorporated in it. As a counter example, this music now playing in the background (a music has been playing in the background of the tape all along, the reporter has been noticing it)... is much closer in its jump rhythms to rhythms that humans feel basically because they live as physical people, at the moment. And that is very good in the sense that the more the humans begin to feel that which is truly natural to them, the quicker they're going to be able to transcend their present limitations. 'They're' has been used deliberately instead of 'we' because there are those who have, at least in part if not the whole way, made a change from the one pole position that predominates society. It's incredible to think that people can go about their business in the middle of a city, thinking that everyone, everyone they could ever meet, feels the same as they do, on edge all the time, and filled with anxieties. To meet an individual who thinks that because they are so cunning in their own mind everyone else is competing on the same level is quite a challenge, because the first instinctual response to roles such as those, is to find some polite way to get away from them. It isn't even that there is something unkind or not nice about those you are trying to escape from, it's simply that the static in their overall vibration is too much to handle. And those that HAVE the STATIC are totally UNAWARE that its happening. A funny thing about language, and the physical form of it, is the way it can often bring through several different meanings at the same time, of which only one, was actually intended. You see, its those who are producing the static vibrations who are the problem. Those that recieve them usually know that something other than themselves, is happening. Although very few of even those, know exactly what they can do about it. And the funny thing is, that the answer is so simple, in the simplest and fewest words of all, it can simply be said to pay no attention to the vibrations. And for god's sake, most important of all, is to never let them lead you astray, by what such vibrations can cause as a response in your own thinking, acting out fantasies that were contocted, well, in the illusionary minds of others, and transmitted across the void telepathically, it really makes no sense, in anyway of interpreting Reality. So what is this 'real thing' that is being hailed so loudly? Is everyone who is hailing it know that they are talking about the same thing, or even, do THEY know what they are talking about? Of course we know that the answer to that is amazing. Hardly any one of all is really standing up and talking loud and clear about the Reality that exists, within which exists the Universes such as ours, which fades at the physical horizon in its outlook, in someone's giant thought. The funniest thing of all, is that we all have indwelt potential to have the same giant imaging, and to know enough about heaven, amongst all that is, to be able to satisfy pretty well every of the deepest longings to know anything worth while for Eternity. I should have left that ON... because the bandleader just introduced the song which he said was dedicated to someone who really DIDN'T deserve the dedication. Probably not. The song is called 'The Prisoner'. This is an original creation by Professor Piano of Toronto, who has described it as being symphonic ... mmm, the Professor Piano tape has run out, turn it to the other side ... (click) (click) (music resumes) ... and quits in a few seconds, the recording tape has also, just run out. THE REPORTER TURNS THE TAPE OVER---- Its a shame the tape should be so broken when recording it as a background for other things. The fact is that the music is beautiful enough to become a part of several emotional and mental levels of thinking comprising the consciousness toward it. And yet it is not the most uplifting inspiring lyrics that anyone is capable of, by any means. It discusses mood associated with incarcerated people who most are not justifiably supposed to be there, except for the conditions they couldn't handle which are part of present society that short circuits them beyond their ability to stay reasonable. I shouldn't do that, I am smoking weak Craven A cigarettes and every move of a muscle is being picked up by this Japanese transducer microphone. I believe its called transducer. There is another hiss, which I've just heard through the earphones, a kind of comment jewel in the background with the cigarette and the prisoner music. Funny how the evil in the prison exists on both sides of the wires. .... More music for a couple of minutes, it then ends .... You see, there is a classic example of your own predominant 'crasho' the drum set. There was the most beautiful of chords struck at the end of that piece of music, and before it was satisfying enough in having listened to it, the drums crashed in with an unecessarily abrupt ending. And the drums metaphorically, thematically, symbolically, and theta rhythmically, are concidered the crime evil fundamentally basic, rhythm concept in modern mass consciousness. The funny thing about THAT, is that in Reality, drums are meant to be a lyrical instrument. .... On has come a song called 'Paper Doll'.... a moment later the guy's voice resumes, recorded over the music being played by another stereo system in the background ... One has to ask, if they suddenly arrive alive and whole as a complete stranger on this foreign shore, standing in the middle of a planet with the stereo set on and listening to some people singing how they want to have a paper doll of their own, what are they going to do with this paper doll, and what on Earth could a doll made of paper mean to them. Someone forgot, as they were having a shower, to stay reasonable. The military has just announced itself as a large section of the audience, that's what that 'YOHH!' was in the background, on the music tape of Professor Piano recorded live by me in the fall of 1981. Whenever a bunch of military guys get together they always do it. Ah, not always, its that they always do it at the present time, whenever they get together. But the 'yohh' is a new one, they've only been doing it for about a year and a half so openly. Would you like to hear all of this music which is so well familiar to you from being played over and over again on radio and even TV, when you look back in recent history. Would you like to hear the music expressing something else, whole sound and perfectly? After the band's next intro, a new piece of music comes on in the background, it's called 'Dream On' ... Music like this used to express truth of the spheres. Its far more up to you than it is to anyone singing it to you. Besides the gift of sharing, all that singing can do is wake you up to what you already know intuitively. And its up to you to realize that what you are now suddenly aware of is not a dream as this song suggests, with seductive music (the song has 'Dream On', sung over and over). However, now that you are listening to the new, without the old lyrics being sung all that loud in the background anymore, referring to the song in inducing dreams because it sings about dreams, it no longer has a great deal of meaning, because you know that dreams are no longer part of that which makes you alive. Instead of dreams, though, we are talking about the other experience, when you know you are awake and alert, in that which is happening in the so called dreams, which is teaching you things important for your arrival. So much so that even after you awake again to the physical world, not the meaning, not the message, but the understanding itself which is unquely embodied, stays. And so you begin to reconstruct your understanding. I kind of wish more than almost wish, that this piece of music was, well, somewhat livelier. Its not suitable for the mood of things that make you feel exhilarated when you hear them. See, its still being written in the form of a dream, both musically, and the thought consciousness of the author, or rather the composer, who gave this song for others to do what they want with. I have to say that, to believe such things explicitely, as what the song just ended on, is preposterous. Well, actually, it is nonsense. .... The Bumble Boogie comes on in the background .... The Bumble Boogie contains an insight on physics law. That is a very interesting question. Everyone says, and it is repeated over and over again in the magazines and newspapers, that something is odd about bumble bees which makes it supposedly impossible for them to fly. Something about the airodynamics in the way the body is built vrs their wing construction. And yet they do fly with ease, demonstrating an obvious complete intunement to a fundamental and very successful action in nature. Because, of course, it would be impossible for a bumble bee to fly if it was not flying because of some basic principle. So is this true or is it a lie? if scientists said that bumble bees are not supposed to fly simply because the scientists are too lazy to offer a more lengthy explanation to an inquiring public? It may be that the scientists have a subtle kind of fear that the public won't like them because the explanation they give which is the truth, might be a little to difficult for the public to easily fathom, and when the public is presented with things they don't easily grasp they enter a form of unforgiveness about it. Which brings us back to the conservative streak down the main street of society. Ahem... cough... and cough... quote, quote. The person who can shoot an animal, and display a grin, especially to anyone turning toward them displaying admiration for doing it, is one of those shopkeepers of the street. Just to make it clear what part of society we are talking about, THAT says so much, whenever a person would wear such a grin. Hardly anything else needs to be said about the grin wearers. For certain they are not the ones to send your kids to for their first few years of education. Particularly if you think the kids are here on the Earth to stand up free of gravity and educate many others. Such kids as these would be, have an indwelt capacity to be able to filter the erroneous information that would come from those other teachers. But many kids CAN tell the difference between a lie, and someone they must look up to as a teacher. And so it might start there. The first few examples, the moment of physical consciousness after birth, could even be the face of the clown peering into the basket, heavily made up, and furrowed with unnecessary cares based on private emotions relating to others not a part of the birth. What makes a child cry when the mother is perfectly happy? The fact is that very few children will ever cry unless the mother is also unhappy. Even if she doesn't show it in ways that others who are also crying inside could easily notice. Such mothers often keep the crying inside, where it only hurts the child. Is anyone being blamed? to tell anyone what's happening? If someone has a finger just a fraction of an inch from a trap, the best thing that can be done is to tell someone, who is just about to do something stupid. TAPE OFF: A new tape. TAPE ON - SIDE ONE: Voice starts ---- Head this: PRESENT ACTION, SECTION 1. These are a series of notes, and uhh, I'll clue you up just to type each section a page at a time. So this, you type a new page, a new paragraph: ... ... So the guy figures it's time to do a bit more writing, period. He's actually a little amused, at the start, because he knows his info is going to raise the hair on a few brains, comma, meybe even to cause the hair to grow a little faster for a few weeks, amongst the astro physicists. New page. A private note here. Actually I've got a bunch of pages in a small notebook and I really don't know how easily I can re-organize the pages so I'm going to give each page as a kind of a section, sort of skip several lines, and add in a new section, and what I'll do is cut apart the written sheets and then glue them together. So, now you start with a new paragraph, because this is from another story. New paragraph. The new addition to the Enterprise, set up the red yellow and blue candles on the table, staightened the cloth, make sure of a good supply of, eyahhh ... PAKS for the Tricorder was in the box. And then went outside into the lobby to see if any messages were on his Recordo Screen. He was not a metaphysicist, in the manner of history's mysterious types. He was an employee of the Enterprise, paid every Friday, about the same bucks as the rest of the crew. But by golly what had happened on the way out through the auditorium door was that his hand from the inside, and Johanna's hand, now that's spelled JOHH-ANNAHH's hand, so, that his hand from the inside and Johh-annahh's hand from the outside, on her way in, had 'grabbed' the pullers simultaneously, because both are fast moving people who never pause going through a door. And both, kind of suprised, kept tugging at the antique knobs, both wondering 'what in the manner of THIS was happening', and why wouldn't one of the Enterprise doors open. So now, comma, the author writes, comma, is a shift to another scenerio, on Earth. The shuddering induction of power in consciousness takes only a few seconds like travelling along in thought in a vortex, or wormhole, so that the beingness is as if physically there, if that had happened in real life, rather than in the story. The scene now is in fact a few hundred years back, at an assembly of the Institute of American Scientists and Engineers, it is just coming together for the opening session in Aspen Colorado. Ee-youhhhh ... (a long pause) .... there is nothing more on this side of the tape. She turns the tape over .... SIDE TWO: This is coded: THE SILVER SPIRAL, ORION SEQUENCE, SECTION 1: Begin the paragraph: There was something perplexing about the whole thing. He'd been asked to give a five minute report and criticism on it to the math department editors, and determined he was to further establish his credibility by doing just that, but there were disturbing features about the drawing, the Cube and Sphere with projected proportions, such that even spaced coils wound out from the center region. It isn't just the equations, they were so trivial that only an idiot would be inclined to make something out of it, in fact, he had already successfully proven on the computer using APL language, the best available for mainframe math at that time, which he himself had modified successfully, that it was possible to produce the formulas by laws of probability, therefore, that proved that the formulas of the Silver Spiral were coincidents. But nonetheless something was evading him, like a deja vu, almost like the hidden emotions which used to evade him until long after he'd gotten his Master's degree, and which had kept coming back in re-occurring dreams in which he always tried, but missed the exam, the exam always pulled away from him in these dreams, passing was illusive, sometimes he couldn't get through the door for having forgotten the room number, sometimes he'd wasted too much time on other things until it was too late to study. Fortunately, after he'd gotten his Masters, and had become more at home with computer solutions to probabilities and fits and fundamental mathematics and physics theory, such dreams no longer happened. Except for now, a conundrum of strange questions again, and distant emotions, and 2 long saga-like dreams in the last two nights had left him feeling nearly without confidence. This then was the man who's been assigned the simple job of evaluating the 'Silver Spiral' by the mathematics department. Only because the Spiral had been submitted to the Journal, which the math department here published 4 times a year, and the money for the 3 pages at $150 dollars per page, 150 dollars is 150 zero point zero zero had been included, will try again .... and the money for the three pages at $150 dollars per page had been included, but, oddly by money order, not from the university department, or research grant, or foundation, it was by money order, from an individual who no one had heard about before, except for one of the boys who had dropped in on visit for three months from Chicago, who had been called long distance out of the clear blue sky one afternoon, to give some information to a guy named Dr. Ruminstance who said he was interested in disclosing a new curve in nature, but the odd thing was apparently that this guy wasn't a PhD, he wasn't even a scientist, so how in hell could he know anything about new curves in nature. After all, the math in the drawing was so TRIVIAL. So went the circular thoughts of this guy in the math department, his career urgent need achievements were giving him one helluva bad time, all of a sudden, and he didn't know why. The computer printout was stacked nearly 8 inches high on a corner of the desk, containing several thousands of convergences, looped through tens of thousands of equations needed to evaluate each single step in the Silver Spiral, to bring out the results that the formulats in the Silver Spiral were probabilites produced by co-incidence, so that therefore the Spiral had no meaning. Formulats is spelled FORMULATS its a coined word. Oboy, thought Dr. Cover, how shall I write the paper, and what shall I use as the theme for the abstract. You see, he fully intended to publish about this, because he was in fact rather, no, not rather, very SATISFIED, no, not satisfied, rather he was in fact very much in self PRAISE over the equations stacked in the computer printout, and he was convinced, no, rather he was privately hopeful that no one else had previously published probablity statistics quite like these such that lineal sum increments in the sines of a common angle progressed though sequential transcendent, that's TRANSCENDENT, geometric permutations, producing a curve that matched orbital progressions of moons around planets, and of planets around the Sun, and the curve of ... ohhah I'll have to give you the word later ... and the curve of some galaxies. Not Golden Spirals, everyone knew about Golden Spirals and he even taught his seminar erroneously that all work has already been done a couple of centuries ago. No, he was caught up in the challenge of proving that any routinely singular lineal summed series of numbers would not relate to fundamental theory, except by co-incidence. In his paper he meant to include the priviser er ... proviso ... that this excluded quanta, and chromodynamic, entities. But the exact statement of the above proofs, evaded him also. Now to let you in on a little secret. It had been evading him half his term in post doctorate and the theoretical project officially assigned him by the head of the physics department, was, ah, well, uh, lagging. But nobody knew except himself. He had been able to manouver through several reports on the official project at least to the extent that his money was assured until the end of the year. But, what happens to a post doctorate who fails to complete an assigned project? Who really cares about percentage of certainty factors in exploring divergences in probability, he began to rant, silently, regarding his professional assignment; who cares; he shouted suddenly, explosively, loudly, within his private thoughts! straight into the face of the Head of the physics department, whereupon the image of the department Head withered and disappeared from his inner movie screen, although Dr. Cover didn't notice. Dr. Cover never noticed anything like that happening within himself, and shouted privately all the time to those who were the cause of his problems, including the guy who submitted the Silver Spiral, whoever he was. Dr. Cover felt a long surge up of the deja vu again, why had be been stuck with that physics department percentage of certainty problem, why had be been slicked into having to do such tedious chores of routine programming day after day, on this long term solution, simply because an important mathetician had recently postulated the possibility that infinite probabilities of percentage of certainty might exist in the statistics of a new branch of mathematics dealing with black hole quantum effects, and the physics department had located a grant to, well, check it out. So, Dr. Cover reasoned thusly, thinking it through over again, he had been given the Silver Spiral paper for a five minute evaluation as a kind of favor to his credibility, while waiting to wrap up the professional work for the physics department determining whether the particular percentage of certainty factors were certain or not. But the department didn't know how many days Dr. Cover had spent on this other, what was supposed to be a five minute evaluation, about this trivial claim of a Silver Spiral someone had submitted ... correction ... claim of a Silver Spiral someone had submitted out of the clear blue sky, and something kept evading him. That's why his own convergences in the computer program had become so lengthy, branching into re-normalized re-normalizations, now re-normalized and re-normalizations both have hyphens in them. Dr. Cover kept thinking of new wrinkles which he had to keep inserting into the hypthesis to keep the thing together as a proof of co-incidence. He was convinced he was right, that he would show that trivial curves like the Silver Spiral were phenomonologically coincidental having nothing to do with important theories of physics. On and on went such circular thinking, sometimes rapidly, sometimes slowly, not to mention what it was doing to his sex life, spending his time working out computer logic because of a simple conclusive proof which kept expanding into infinities of no answer. It almost seemed endless. Unhappy though he was when he started thinking about these things, happy though he was when he thought of how he would be able to extract every possible iota of recognition when he came up with proof. Except for the problem of the percentage of certainty assignment from the Head of Physics, who wanted some information to be able to demonstrate where one of the Head's academic collegues who had been getting some media attention lately had gone afoul of intelligence. You know, the more this guy Dr. Cover thought about the bind he was in, the more it got murky. However the purpose of all this isn't to prove that life is murky, only to demonstrate how some people who have acquired their images from teachings of society, rather than from perceptions of the heart, loose themselves to their outer ego. These thoughts now being typed, first existed in the 4th dimension, and now exist in the physical dimension world, having first originated in the 5th dimension of Consciousness Reality, where it is acknowledged that an incorrect factor in the movement of consciousness effecting the change in the frequency of the planet, need be cleared by knowledge, and the answer is always far more important than the question, when it comes to the One Law of Reality. The truth is that the Silver Spiral is whole sound and perfect. This is a major action in the Christ Energy Principles of Reality. And has the greater influence because it is so simple. You know in fact that all of these thoughts are actually whispering through the intuitive mind of Dr. Cover, but it was like he had his head stuck in the middle of a boiler factory rotating on rough ball bearings, so noisy, so low frequency were his own private poor little old me thoughts which centered around his career urgent dilemmas concerning the kind of university thought, or rather, thinks he can proove according to his own images and likenesses about universes, in other words what he thinks he can establish as a new hypothesis advancing upon and surpassing works of his peers, proving that he can do better, never once asking himself, because of that boiler room noise, whether they are in fact career urgent like himself, therefore, really, without a question as to whether the hypothesis they are gung-ho about were worthwhile in Reality. This nonsense about telepathy, and women's intuition, was an example. The researcher visiting from Chicago, had mentioned that when in Chicago, he'd suddenly remembered that he wanted to make a phone call from his office and during the midst of a run had shut down his experiment uhhh, - (the crankup on the new high energy proton to proton shot looking for new ways to access whether Neutrinos have mass) - and gone straight from the third particle storage ring, to his office but couldn't remember what it was he'd come for when he got there, and thought meybe he should call downstairs to the assistent to make sure the leaky gas switch was thrown, but, when he picked up the phone, the line was dead, or rather, there was no tone, and then, incredibly an operator asked: 'Is this Dr. Ruminstance'? And he said, yes it was, and this lady with a French Canadian accent said: 'funny ting the phone didn't ring and I jest made the connection when I heard heavy breaths on the phone and can't figure out what had happened'. And then she said there was a long distance call for him, and it turned out to be from this guy who wanted information on curves in nature, particular if anything is already known about the Silver Spiral, which there wasn't. Now, he shakes his head and says: 'boy it makes you wonder, small world, and so on, but anyone who, Dr. Cover was thinking in a decreasing circle, tries to make anything out of a co-incidence like THAT, doesn't understand SCIENCE. And Dr. Cover glanced at the 8 inch stack of computer print outs which was sitting on the corner of his desk next to the letter sized sheet of graph paper entitled the Silver Spiral. He scratched his head, wondering about his future. That; the Lecturer said, folding closed the folio; sums up what I have been summing up for you. The Lecturer picks up the pencil thin laser and turned the bright blue white light dot onto the top line of a panel which stood on the tripod on the other side of the lecture classroom. No, just a minute; she said, shutting off the pointer; this particular story is unusual, because even though the Silver Spiral parable was published as fiction toward the end of their 20th century, it is very helpful in demonstrating the dilemmas of uncertainties that ... we'll go over again ... and uncertainties which were the number one problem of the Earth until later stages. For example there is some confusion about this particular parable. It was given in explicit intent to help clear the way for the new science being lowered to the Earth from the higher dimensions for the next 12,000 and 25,000 year periods, but apparently the source was never credited; the parable first appeared classified as science fiction but then an usurper who called himself Mr. Singularity, a metaphysical bum with a phony soul mate, heading up one of the offshoot mystical religions rooted in Knights Templar and Rosecrusian Lore, which sprang up just before the first of the New Age stablizations for the Aquarian Age of illumination, claimed to be author. And so the records are not accurate. That's why I told you about this, its something you should know. And now, let's get on with the next part of today's class, I know you young people do not want to sit around listening to me go on about the long gone forever. There was the usual murmer of levity. Levity is always welcome in the Realms of Reality. The lecturess again turned on the bright blue white dot of light from the hand held laser pencil, which actually consisted of a material-like blue print of pure energy in sustained actions of geometric patterns which comprised its substance, the same substance as herself, and the students, and the classroom ... click! .... The tape abruptly reaches the end of the cassette .... --------------------------------------------------------------- Notes: on Aspen Colorado ... The experiencing abruptly ends. Someone on Earth abruptly woken up as a garbage truck made a loud metal echoing racket outside, the someone who came back to the 3rd dimensional body world was the source of the experiencing, which is why the experiencing ended so abruptly for so many, at once. The garbage truck was a negative short ciruit. Too bad, a whole lot of regressed souls who were coming uphill at a fast clip were clued in to get the new knowledge through the upper dimension, but, the inupt didn't happen at that time, due to another X factor short circuit of the 3rd dimension, the garbage truck. The input was successfully inducted a few days later. ******************** NEW TAPE DRIVING NOTES BY A PLANETARY OBSERVER --------------- TAPE ON: ******************** re-editing begin First thing is, is, that as a concerned citizen at the beginning of the 1980's, I certainly won't wrap the cord of the earphones to the tape recorder. That way, again, I have just spent it seems like five minutes, trying to unravel a cord which was very complexly tangled amongst the parts of the earphones, when originally it was one of the easiest ways possible to wind up the cord. So, that seems to be the stepping stone, or the setting, for what's beginning to take shape for the 1980's. And that is that, people are starting to unravel very complex mysteries, in realizing that the things that they originally knew, were worth a great deal, and that simple solutions at the present can often involve complexly tangled problems in the future. As we wind our way along Cornel Bye Drive, shifting through one of five possible gears, a number of thematic type thoughts are moving through the consciousness this evening, and one of them predominating realizations, is how thought can shift between frequencies along a particular type of idea. It's like seeing your back yard in the bright light of day, or seeing it at twilight. Depending on how strong you feel about things, at sunset you may be feeling what you see so strongly that it is the brightest time of the day, for you. At the same time, the thoughts you have toward given trees studding your property, or, shrubs and underbrush hiding animals that you can love and feed daily. At twilight, the feeling may be quite different, in the way it evokes both memories, and new ideas, as compared to what you feel in the brightest part of day where there are perhaps an override of certain ideas coming in on the physical senses. Music can do this. For instance Sargent Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band created conciderable interest suddenly amongst intellectuals and academics in having universities take note. Not only that, the judges and watchdogs of opinion who operate through publishing channels such as Time Magazine, also suddenly became interested in the Beatles. One of the songs in particular, called 'A Day In The Life', which described things and ideas which many people were actually thinking about, and described it in a way which was like diving down a tunnel and then under a river, was so clearly described to all of these people, that the song became the dominating sound in music and intellectual idea on the airwaves for weeks without ending. And that moment brought about a change in the metaphysical way that many people were formulating their ideas. In some ways, they began to think in new terms about how to escape what had suddenly become like a very narrow straight jacket in terms of possible ideas and a way of expressing understandings to each other. It wasn't just that more plausible ideas such as life forever after, and, higher dimensional beings contacting the planet, were prominant all of a sudden, but ideas that related to the day to day grind in life, which hithertofore had never been able to be expressed in word form, were also dominant in the lyrics of Sargent Pepper's music. And at the time the music appeared, there were groups of people all over the world, literally, who were already talking about similar things, amongst themselves, privately. Its so complex now, to think about all the different ways that changes went moving right from that time until the present, it is really difficult to attach on any particular idea about that period, and give it top dominance. On the personal level, yes, individual changes in attitude and emotional experience were conciderably noticable over the period, and can be highlighted in great detail in the memory. But things happened in the world as a whole and particularly in the more familiar nearby societies such as America and parts of Canada that were hard to specify, point to point in history. There were changes that influenced many people and took them in different directions, which are still only beginning to emerge, as far as their collective ideas were concerned, mainly because a lot of the new ideas didn't make sense. One thing for sure that has not happened, is that since the time of the Beatles foreclosing on your resonsibility to demonstrate what music could be doing, there hasn't been any other group of minds, or particular group, or even individual entertainer, who has established the ability to describe what is happening in terms that create intense historical memories right from the start. Uhh ... god lord I've driven a couple of miles past my turnoff. ... Background sounds of the car turning around ... One thing is clear about music at that time as epitomized by the Beatles, and that is that the notes were struck with purpose, and the space between individual notes was very clear of superfluous activities. Well, how about that, I now find that I still have several miles to go before I reach my turnoff. That bridge looks so much like one that just preceeds Manitok, I actually thought we were driving over it. So, turn around again, and head again home. So, here's an example of having driven a familiar route and finding that many parts of it are not really familiar at all. This is an example of how the mind changes over a period of time. In my particular case, so we now have to speak personally, when I was young riding in the back seat of the car on an afternoon's picnic, or coming home late evening from a picnic, I would have every place along the road memorized, and knew exactly where we were at a glance at any given moment. Let me repeat: at every given moment, in case it didn't get on the tape in that last little stretch. Whereas nowadays, it seems only that which interests me really is familiar. In fact, the same may be happening to the mass consciousness of a whole body of people, in view of remarks being made almost daily now on the airwaves including FM radio. Just amongst the announcers are questions coming spontaniously over the air, about sources of word forms, certain words that have been part of the DJ's vocabulary for several generations, are suddenly being questioned, and remarked upon as being slightly, I was going to say irrelevant, but that's not it, absurd, or even absurdly bizzarly without origin that has meaning historically. For instance the words relate to no big event which can be pinpointed directly in the past by anyone thinking of it, such as the start of a major war, as an example. ... Sounds of arriving home and leaving the car ... TAPE OFF: TAPE ON: There is another major change, worth noting, which has just come to mind, relating to the general period from the late 60's, to the beginning of the 1980's, and this is the predominating theme in the visual images of various expressions. To qualify that, I'm thinking more exactly of television, in particular television advertising. Ah, ten and fifteen years ago, the background hype and visual imagery predominated around the Siva dancer. This was a girl who had her hands pressed together, fingers facing foward, from under her chin, or from her chest, elbows out in the air, and her head twitching sideways in some odd rhythms, often they were dressed in some bizarre Eastern Bizantian type of garb, flimsly robes, brightly colored silks, and this image was used to advertise everything from margarine to rock and roll music. And whenever the mind just happened to think of dancing, you know, in a visual sense, this was the image that was always there. You would see this image in magazine ads, sometimes an automobile would be advertised with one of these exotic females standing beside the open door of the car. Today, which is the first of October, within a day or two, of 1981, all of the background dancing images being presented by media, is the Go Go dancer, but not just the original Go Go dancer, this is now the nude stripper Go Go dancer except that in these images, these girls have something covering the important parts of their body. Often its the flimsiest, thinnest strip of material, so that the actual nude dancing is alluded to, but not in the exact physical image. BUT, the beer ads, the joyous celebration margine ads, the automobile ads, the demonstrations of new electronic and digitalized computerized integrations into the film industry and the television industry where the camera itself converts the light signals into digital bits which are then run into a computer and reproduced as perfect TV movies, even in a demonstration of something as scientifically sophisticated as that, they have used a girl dancing the nudie, with the flimsiest of garb, and then have used her image to demonstrate different levels of techniques in this digitalized new media, where they show her with so many bits per line, its almost like a psychedelic ghost imagery, and then they show her with so many more bits of data per line, and you can see her outline clearly but you got color spots instead of uniform texturing like a photograph, and they show the varying degrees of buildup to where they reproduce a perfect imaging, in fact, an even clearer image than what has been captured through a photo filmstrip motion picture camera, all of it at the same time using this dancer pivoting about the hips, instead of from the shoulders and the head, now, all of the motion centers, er, originates from the scorpio region, with rock and roll music in the background. And uh, THIS, has been a major change, where, 15 years ago Rolling Stones music was concidered most dismal bottom line of the whole musical expression, TODAY, coming to the end of 1981, Rolling Stones type music, AND the Rolling Stones for that matter, provides a background that pervades a whole atmosphere of living. Sophisticated restaurants have this music in their background, instead of Musak, which was the sickening strings, and the failed Frank Sinatra-like singing of 15 years ago. So there has been a change, or a heave-over, from that which was the worst of the outside, has now become the standard. Its quite a major change. It just happened, not overnight, but a gradual revolution over a ten year period. Gradually, you heard less of one kind of music, and you began to get exposed more to the other kind of music, until eventually culminating two years ago for a period of about six months here in Ottawa, the Rolling Stones type of music was practically all that you heard, where any background music was being presented, even on elevators of Federal Government buildings. As for television itself, concidering the dominant themes that are coming over the airwaves, CBS has a punch sound that they use to cut in on any movie or program, and its a Blam BlaM BlaM BLAM! it hypnotically punches into the consciousness, breaking the train of thought that has been associated with a particular show. Right on top of that is a super hype type fast paced commercial. And then they'll come in with the same big brother-like blast of sound, hypnotizing sound, to change the consciousness abruptly again in a matter of a few seconds, and then recontinue with the program. NBC is a more conciderate enterprise seemingly being far more concerned with overall communication of information that is supposedly useful. Now, they do have a number of programs involving specialists attached to political arenas or economic arenas expressing opinions, and in the general sense, opinions are very transitory, uh, a major concept uttered brilliently today may be meaningless in terms of something that has happened overnight, economically or politically. But nonetheless, ah, NBC has a slant tending more toward public education. And ABC, which in this part of the world, ie Ottawa, and our connections through cable vision, etc., ABC television is not very well represented up here, nonetheless what we DO get from ABC is more of an attempt to communicate. So we have, in American networks, the manipulative endeavours of CBS, the, um, the slants of NBC and ABC... now I was trying to think of some summary word for NBC and it turned out I couldn't pull one out of my consciousness. So, the reason why, as I now think about this, is that NBC actually presents quite a wide range of communicating levels, of which many of these different reaches are interesting, as opposed to obnoxious. Obnoxious describes CBS. Obnoxious you do not associate with NBC, at least I do not at this particular moment. We do have an interesting cross spectrum pervading all of the television cable vision channels at the moment. In September, October, of 1981, there is the amount of science which is now the understructure in programming. Now 15 years ago, the Siva image, a dancing girl with her hands held pressed together and sometimes a little spiked hat, ah, was empitomized by a program named 'Genie With The Light Brown Hair', it was a fantasy situation comedy with a girl who was a genie and she was trying to manage the affairs of a kind of a semi but colorful dimwit astronaught. And the spinoff from that program pervaded the media in jokes, and cartoons, and approaches to advertising, as has already been said. A few programs were starting to come out, Star Trek was one, a sleeper, it wasn't appreciated to a great extent at that time. Emergency, which is a paramedics ambulance program originating from LA, was another one which wasn't a major prime time show. Prime time shows were largely detective types involving cunning personalities with strength of purpose and conflict of right vrs wrong, very often in hindsight now a lot of these programs, their morality was hopelessly arbitrary. Nevertheless there is this pervading theme, now, here in 1981, every night on more than one channel, two to be particular, are reruns of the Bionnic Man, which is a very strongly scientifically based program. In other words the setting is scientific, but future scientific. Star Trek the original series is on three times a week on different stations. Emergency Squad, at times Emergency has been rerun on latenight at tail end programming at 3 in the morning. Bionnic Woman is now being rerun. The Nature of Things, the Wild And Wonderful World, In Search Of is a program dealing with the mystifying aspects of science, archeology, mysticism, telepathy, all of these great philosophical mysteries of the present day. So when a person THINKS of TV, they now think in terms of SCIENCE, as the predominating theme, compared to before, information, as opposed to entertainment, the entertainment being provided ... oh ... yes ... getting back to the science ... we have Mork From Ork, which is a kind of a slap stick allusion to something, because Mork is from another planet, he has habits and knowledges that are different than ours. Um, oh, background images now hark back to a series of major science fiction movies which scored amazing successes at the box office over the last 5 years, Star Wars is one, Return Of The Empire the sequal to Star War, Superman 1, Superman 11, Alien which shows a particular kind of a malevolent cosmic egg with green lightning bolts around it. Ah, what is another one, ah, the Outlander which was a realistic adventures on the Moons of Saturn, mining comunities on these moons, and uh, oh, plus the Exorcist, a number of 'mind attack' things that have kind of reached through the spectrum of hot and cold levels of consciousnes. Otherwise the entertaining is now being provided by soap opera type of programming where people are being involved in destructive ways to each other into actually amazing depths of depravity. But, its being presented in a way which is supposed to be a slice of life. The TV viewer becomes emotionally hooked into the conflicts between dad and daughter, daughter and boyfriend, mother's boyfriend and lust for the daughter, daughter's desire for a career, the son's aunt's desire to see the son in another career, uh, the husband, the ex husband, the uptight ex husband, the real good guy ex husband who's getting screwed around by machinations by others, the sincere girl who's trying to salvage the wreckage of her marriage, the insincere girfriend who's trying to continue the destruction of the marriage, it just goes on and on and on in endless circles. But the important thing is that we now have a dominant octave standing forth facing the consciousness from the media cross section, and that is the theme of science, just in the last two years, the emergence of several new publications, monthly magazines of the scope of Time and Newsweek and Life magazines but the subject matter is scientific; Discover is one, Quest is another, ah, the upgraded Science Digest, some of the information in that magazine is as good as first year college education in sciences. So there has been a tremendous change in the pre-occupying, or the level of subliminal pre-occupation, of the consciousness here in North America over the past 10 years. ... The remaining third of the tape was blank to the end ... TAPE OFF: SIDE TWO: TAPE ON: the nose the nose ??? put in here ???? The last tape was labelled 'The Nose', but there is nothing about a "Nose" in here, on this tape. Oh oh gee I do remember writing a short story about 'The Nose' who infereted some facinating new stuff about fundamental physics, the equations, everything, and this would have been it, notes that is, but, nothing. Sooooo, where is the stuff about THE NOSE???? ------------------------------------ ...................................................... MISC NOTES: TAPE ON: TAPE OFF: TAPE ON: TAPE OFF: --------------------------------------------------------------- John was by to collect the rent check. This time there was no inner dimensional screamees coming from him. This time because a big part payment on the rent was right there in hand, meant he didn't have to worry for the moment about being screwed, the ultimate bummer of anyone who lives motivated by greed. The reporter wondered how she knew that, thought about it for a moment, then knew how she knew, and stopped thinking, went back to resume listening to the tapes. DOING BUSINESS IN 1976 ------------------------------------------- TAPE ON -- Hello ... Hi ... it's us, we've just finished business here in Quebec City and I think we are headed on down to Montreal. Can you give us the waybill on the flowers you shipped? Hmmm, she listened to this tape, out of curiousity, but heard that it was personal and perhaps should not have been included in the collection in the lid of the christmas card box handed her by the guy. Tape over, she moved on to the next cassette. CHRIST TABLE REMARKS 1976 --------------------------------------- TAPE ON -- Same as above. She shut the tape off, passed over it, moved on to another tape. Yes, she thought, short circuits do happen. She was sure, as intuitionally as she could be, that the two tapes were not intended for her and so did not listen to someone elses private thoughts, as recorded on the two out of place tapes found in the christmas card box lid handed her by the guy in a hurry. NEW TAPE - SIDE 1: CONVERSATION WITH THE PIANO PLAYER - a seeming conversation with Professor Piano's piano player (Professor Piano himself) recorded after the fact of making a live recording in a bar, the live recording being played on another stereo system in the background in the home so that a 'live recording' is simulated as the dialogue begins with Professor Piano. It starts with 'I'd Like To Buy A Paper Doll' in the background, as follows ... Say, Doc, yeah, you're Doc Keyboard, aren't you? Yeah. Got a minute? I'd like to talk to you about something, if you want to spare the time for a minute, if you want to talk about the same thing. I have your tape, recorded from when you were last in town at this bar, and, I want to talk about the number called 'The Prisoner'. In the story, we are going to change the name, because ' The Prisoner is already the title of the song, here. What I have heard listening to it, is agreement with you're original remark, that that particular piece is symphonic, even though it sounds like boogie and blues of a medium tempo rather than fast, even. Every instrument is perfectly orchestrated, when you're band is playing it. So much so that symphonically you can hear the bass representing the lower register notes. ... 'Dream On', another song, has started in the background ... But rather than the one accoustic bass playing amplified, as you have, you would have the cellos and bass instruments playing this person's lyric in the lower registers and then as he goes into a higher note structure, the violas and cellos taking over. Similarly with the keyboard. Almost all of the brass in the symphonic orchestra can play the keyboard ranges that you have. The only improvement which you could make on that is to play the same thing on a grand piano that is amplified. And then the guitar has a uniquely distinct contribution of emotionally well thought out sympathy with the inherent rhythm structure of the music. In other words, the guitar player is structuring your rhythmical breaks between the notes as if the guitar player were also a fantastically good drummer. Now, I would think that only a small amount of work would need be done to develope this music, which is already so well structured, into a glorious symphonic piece of music. Here we have an example in the background, of this music, the higher singing voice, it need not be words in this music, it need only be sound. Now produce the sound that can echo and slide and articulate as emphasis in a way that is the same as the human voice is to develope a new keyboard that has a capacity for reostat action with each key. A steel guitar can do something like that, in that a steel guitar CAN slide notes. And single notes can be picked as a music as well as chords, at sliding up and down volumes for notes. But we are talking of the resotate instrument, of producing really the same range of sounds and feelings as does the human voice. The higher frequency sounds in the GUITAR, for instance, getting back to our symphonic structuring, would be represented in the symphony orchestra, by violins and flute, piccillo, oboe, combinations. TAPE OFF: TAPE ON: The background music 'Dream ON' has stopped ..... How-ever! One moment here... the music starts anew, it is 'Jack The Knife'... When music THAT good, hence that will be THAT seductive in the human consciousness, is played in conjunction with lower emotion thought, something called love is immensly destroyed. And a great diservice is ... the tape is interrupted, it resumes ... a line of introduction by the band's announcer, it is called 'The Law'. ... 'The Prisoner' begins in the background .... To jump into another discussion briefly, when Glen Miller was writing the score for Glen Miller music, the most striking feature of what he achieved, ... 'The Prisoner' symphonic rock piece begins in the background .... was that every instrument in the orchestra was perfectly orchestrated. And the overall achievement of his musical insight, is exemplified in an outstanding group of perhaps ten particularly well known compositions of his. These would include 'Tuxedo Junction', 'In The Mood', 'A String Of Pearls', 'Little Brown Jug', 'Saint Louis Blues', I think its 'Anchors Away', 'Pensilvania 6500', one or two others. This ability to hear complete orchestration between individual instruments in this kind of music, is perhaps the most outstanding achievement in music in the past 100 years, in total. Nowadays, we can think of music in a somewhat enhanced perspective, which includes an understanding of the effect that music has on a human's state in consciousness. This music that is now in the background, is 'The Prisoner', referred to earlier, where the MUSIC is good enough to be acceptable on higher frequencies of experience, but the content in the lyrics is associated with the sounds normally used for the lower range of human experiences. Thematically, this is supposedly a 'blues' song. And it discusses unhappiness and despair feelings. Supposing the composers were aware enough of what they were doing, that they could rewrite this song slightly, to become a proclamation of actual freedom, not even just freedom from incarceration in prison for a person's own personal inabilities to cope with conditions imposed by society, etc., etc., etc., but a person who is actually FREE from all of the programmed ideals, beliefs, and attitudes, that comprise the superstitious nonsensical range of collective society. Without flying off into the air about this, I would mean that instead of a person feeling a new adventure in sexual freedom, or freedom to come and go where they want on the planet and interfere with whoever they want, nonesense to ANY of these thoughts. No! I mean a person who is able to realize within themselves their own potentials, and how to work with them, without any longer thinking of what other people's ideas are about them, either themselves as a person, or as potentials that other people would LIKE to see in these people, which they don't have, for instance. The potentials are the most positive you can have, for instance to instinctively serve one another in selfless acts for the greater good. Now, just to philosophize a bit, you have a family who want their offspring to be doctors. But the person is lacking the passionate commitment to treat other people in order to be a good doctor. The person may also lack the kind of mental memory system that would make them a particularly good kind of research scientist. Again, you have conflict between the inner potential and other people's expectations. ... 'Buy A Paper Doll' is now coming on in the background .... So if the MUSIC can be one, that through the sound and the structure of the musical rhythmical interplays, plus the CONTENT in the lyrics is able to make people FEEL a state of being free from these imprisonments, then a gift is given. It's like being able to say a sentence that suddenly wakes a person up to realizing a whole bunch of things that are really important, but, things that they have never been able to see clearly ever before, or even have been aware enough to even think about it. TAPE OFF: ... A long hissless pause ... TAPE ON: Okay! This is an experimental attempt to see if it is ... abrupt OFF ... ... abrupt ON ... this tape recorder, that allows for a section of the tape to be inadvertainly erased. What I am doing is going to play back what is just now being recorded and I will push on the 'record' button without actually setting it into place as a recording mechanism. And I'll see whether it will, um, erase without background music. ... Thump ... pause ... Now, THAT was an interesting experiment! When the record button was as if accidentally depressed, it indeed erased material that was on the tape. However! it did it SILENTLY. In other words, when the button was depressed, there was no click of electronic connections imparted onto the tape, it was just suddenly no sound, and then when the 'record' button was released, there was suddenly sound, again. So we're going to try the experiment again, only this time, I'm going to accidentally as it were, lock the recording button into place. And then release it. And see whether I can get the click, click, imposition, onto the sound track. .... thump .... silent pause .... suddenly loud music in the background again ... Ahhh, this following segment of music is going to be used for the experiment, I really can't think of words to put on the tape that I would then want to erase, during the experiment. ... bump ... pause with hiss .... bumps, click, thump thump ... Welllll, THAT seems to be more like it! See, on a section further back in this tape, discussing symphonic aspects of music, there was a statement made into the recorder which was a direct criticism against a certain kind of musician that carelessly combines lower frequency mental content, as in the lyrics of a song, with higher frequency emotional content in beauty of music. And it was a deliberate statement that uh, happened to come off the tip of the tongue, umm, during the recording. And when the passage was played back, somehow that specific statement was ERASED from the tape. And when I realized that, I was somewhat amazed to say the least. And so played the tape back listening to it in great detail to see if I could discern how that material happened to have been erased, because, let's say, 12 to fifteen hours of recording tapes on this machine, the one that I am now holding in my hand, a little Aiwa stereo 530 cassette recorder, I have never done that, I have never lost material on a tape. And it sounded to me like, somehow when listening to the playback, I had inadvertently clicked in the recording button right at that sentence, and then somehow had clicked it back onto playback. Now, this involves several subtle mechanism to do that. The first is I that didn't know that I was doing it. So it was a higher consciousness soul expression that did it, that superceded the super ego, or the outer ego, my monitoring outer world consciousnes, and um, the experiments that were just done here, were to ah, find out what had to have been done on this little tape machine's recording button, to duplicate that. Now, the first thing is that I didn't just accidentally hold the machine with my finger on the recording button. In order to get the clicks and the background SOUNDS into that erasure, the recording button had to be clicked into place. and then, it had to be released. But, in order to release it, it also releases the PLAY button and it has to be reset. So all of those movements were done beyond the ken of my outer ego consciousness. Now this is still a satisfying interpretation of a higher frequency monitoring action ah, which involves a higher dimensional mmmm, monitoring, of developements on the Earth for planetary expansion in consciousness and Cosmic awarenesses. In other words we are now talking about an inner dimensional task force that uh, is watching from upstairs, and that task force is also being watched from Galactic Administration centers. And so on it goes. In other words these things are done with us in explicit purpose. In this case, what I realized, having heard that original erasure, is that what is going on these tapes, may indeed be heard by other people in the future, even just as a record, and therefore the tape has to be CLEAN in consciousness. Our whole purpose here in the world is to eliminate expressions of anger, uptight personal criticism, anxiety, apprehension, and uh, lesser human experiences of that kind. So um, there it was, it was gone from the tape. Now, where I first heard that erasure, my first thought was is that there was some explicit high frequency like beam broadcast right into the center of my living room that willfully interfered with the electronics of either the stereo, the Zenith stereo that was playing this tape of music in the background, or the little one in my hand that I was holding that was recording it. Now, that was awesome, to think that, to think that there was THIS much degree of observation into the middle of someone's private home. What I mean by private doesn't mean that I am private from higher consciousness, it just means that where I am standing anywhere on the surface of the Earth, which happens to be the center of my living room at THIS time uh, is KNOWN as a place in higher consciousness with the task force watching. Now, this is an awesome thought. That was my first reaction. And as I started to think about it, I thought, perhaps it actually happened through myself, though my own higher activity. I know, from what I know of energy conservation laws, not just the Newtonian form, but the Cosmic form, where something can be achieved with the minimum expenditure of energy, conserves the greatest or maximum degree of harmony, in everything else that is involved in that action. So I thought, WELL, the easiest thing is for ME to have done it, myself. So this is why the experiments were done just now, to check on how I could have erased the material on the tape. There is only one way it seems that I could have done it and that was to have actually depressed and locked into place the recording button, and then released it, in order to get those mechanical sounds that were on the point of erase, and uh, to DO that requires uh, several physical steps that are explicit. But, to have done it without being in the slightest bit aware of it, is very very interesting. It doesn't mean that I'm walking around like a zombie, sometimes phased out and sometimes phased in. It simply means that 'that' who I am in Reality, has at times a capacity to actually step into place and uh, work entirely apart from the outer ego consciousness. And this really is not surprising. Its part of a basic belief in several levels of teaching of spiritual Law as it is so far evolving on the Planet, that we are ALL actually higher energy beings who are momentarily functioning in the flesh. And the flesh will provide a whole bunch of 5 physical senses type of signals into the mind and emotions that from the time of birth, and training in the family, and the school, and so on, individuals come to believe is really who they are, whereas in actual fact these 5 physical senses, simply becuase they are like a colder, or a louder noise, or a colder temperature, more unpleasant, you know, are more apparent, nonetheless, are not the starting place of consciousness, they are an extension into the physical dimension of a much more comprehensive state of awarenes which comprises, for instance, a Triune Being on the Earth but no longer of it, a Triune Being whose consciousness is aware of fourth and fifth dimensional aspects of Reality, rather than committed to a belief in coming into existence at the moment of birth and, ceases to exist at the moment of death. We also transcend the other belief, that at the moment of death you pass into another world where there are many heavenly rewards, or many diabollical punishments. It doesn't work that way. Reality aware beings simply to not have such beliefs because each KNOWS other perceptions of TRUTH, and eternal existence. They KNOW. Even when on Earth. TAPE OFF: TAPE ON: No music in the background ... Just for the record, the preceeding dialogue involving symphonic musics and positive intentions in both the musics and the lyrics, was recorded well, three days ago, that would have made it January the 9th, 1982, and the experimental section to ascertain how a statement was eliminated from that previous recording, was done today, in the afternoon, on January the 12th, 1982. TAPE OFF: END OF TAPE: ----------------------- The guy, working at home later during the day and that evening and during the next day, was pretty sure the reporter had been playing the tapes, judging from what he was picking up on the winds of the ethers, about the tapes and from her, nothing specific, just impressions that kept coming and going that she had in her, ongoing thoughts. How, many others, he thought, on the planet were ALSO picking up on the contents of the tapes, simultaneously. How many others? And more to the point, how many of these are getting the messages right! NEW TAPE: SIDE ONE: TAPE ON: There has been several different passages, some with the Professor Piano tape on faintly in the background and some of the humming is clearly intended as another lyrical main line, new compositions, using the rhythm structures, chord changes, beats and tempos of the background musics, as basic orchestra backup. Then dialogue, as follows .... Well, let's give this theme a try. It was originated by Mother Tucker's Yellow Duck in a song which was then revised and played upbeat, and then it was dropped by the Duck, and guitarist Leo Jung played it up er, picked it up, as a theme for background or actually collegual music for poetry, and uh, that's where the theme has been last heard by me but I have always heard a very close approximation of that theme ever since then, as a new music composition. Uh this music, is it going to work with that background on ... no ... click .... the tape resumes, with humming, and no background music. The humming is slow and very lyrical. The reporter liked the melody very much, but had to listen rather closely to hear it in and amongst the hummer's rather skimpy musical skill as a singer er rather hummer. Different hummings, and then a final section of a symphany orchestra playing a rock concert, continues to the end of this side of that tape .... SIDE TWO: .... On the other side is a surprise. Humming! With a strange .... whsshhhh .... whsshhhh .... whsshhhh .... whsshhhh .... continuing in slow motion in the midst of humming without a musical background. It gets louder, then softer, louder, then softer, turn after turn, of the larger wheel of the cassette tape. It is the strange sound effect she had already heard referred to by the guy on another tape. Abruptly the humming, with strange recording effect, ends, and dialogue breaks in. The strange occillation has effected her private thoughts as follows ... In fact, there is a kind of swishing, from side to side, in the humming. It turns out, the reporter realized, that this is caused by the balance control being cranked from left to right, left to right, slowly and deliberately, to add another ingredient into the intentions of the recorded humming's new compositions, and also the volume control has been cranked up and down, up and down, deliberately, precisely. Two different controls on the kind of new music the 'humming' on the tape is demonstrating. Then, suddenly some dialogue .... as follows .... In ignoring the psychidelic effect, interesting in itself, but due to this bargain tape I'm using today, the first lyric can actually communicate un, when it re-appears further along in the composition ... (this the reporter assumes is referring to the humming which started the tape) ... higher, is actually a more distantly felt touching, and then when it drops, the whole sound effect is as if someone is now standing directly in front of you, and saying it directly to you ... (higher actually refers to having musicians of an orchestra raised high in the background or on ladders high at the back of a symphonic stage so that vertical height, as well as depth, can be incorporated into the mechanical techniques of a new kind of music, but the reporter does not know this when hearing the tape).... I don't know what the tape is doing now I tried to fix it. So we'll try that effect. Hm Hmm (clearing the throat), then humming ... high pitched, then the same - medium pitched and louder, the same then lower pitched and much louder the mouth much closer to the recording mike .... then words ... Actually, I'm going to change that right around .... more humming, different than before but same basic slow motion tune ..... then words sung, as if in calling: Can you hear-rr me .... Yooo Hooo .... I am near youu ... standing here .... TAPE OFF: TAPE ON: EeeyYYYIKes! ... then ... I am near youu, I am near here-rr, have no fear, for something you'll understand today (all sung to the same slow motion tune) ... uh, never mind that! But. I think that far back, about 20 feet, into the orchestra and twenty feet up in the air, like muted french horns, with a section of muted piccoloes .... click - tape interrupts - click resumes in an entirely different tone, loud background music with tenor bellowing on the radio as a commercial song plays in the background, it turns out to be Roger Whitacker, then overdubbing voice resumes the guy's voice recorded loud, obviously by a different tape recorder ... I have looked at it. And in my opinion this might be one of the most um, most profound documents in the history of human scientific experience. Ah-ummm, that's what the renouned individual had said. The whom to whom he said it, was standing in a deep thought for far longer than would be necessary to quip a simple reply or rebuttle. Ummmm. If it were to be described what the individual did next, is to let the pause go on, knowing that at that moment he realized it was wrong, it would have been foolhearty to try and break into it. And then, as the pause continued, he began to see what it was in his mind that had caused him to pause. And so he said it aloud to his companion in the room, well, uh, fun and games section it should be outside, ehhhh, I wasn't thinking of comparisons into the past, I was looking ahead into the future to see HOW long lasting. I personally think it was a strong document. And so can see having likely effects for quite a while. 25,000 years perhaps. But undoubtedly a much better document will come along to replace it. ... at least this is my belief at the time I present this one .... the tape has been getting progressively weaker, faded, harder to hear .... At least, this is my belief, at the time I present this one. TAPE OFF: The last words had faded nearly right out. Was this due to deteriorating tape recording media, or was it a deliberate ploy by the recorder to impart more consciousness by what the tape did, rather then mere inflections of voice. The reporter could not tell. TAPE ON: Humming, no background music .... TAPE OFF: TAPE ON: Background music from a radio station, an exotica full orchestral piece, obviously placed on the tape as an example of a certain form of stirring, moving music, that is clean without severe astral/psychic impositions of any major kind .... except the tape still periodically fades in and out with that strange effect that comes and goes ... NO ... wait a minute! the guy in recording this music is slowly swinging the stereo input from left to right and back to left, and is slowly fading, then restoring, certain settings on the recorder .... this recording of music has MEANING! In fact ... click! click! .... on comes a well known orchestral piece named 'Unchained Melody' ... Other especially selected better lyrical orchestrals, recorded from 'This is CFMO, FM', continues, to the end of the tape. An eclectic mix, the reporter notices, but all of it very nice, very harmonic, music, no clash of Rock or Heavy Metal in THIS stuff. TAPE OVER: She turn it over ... SIDE TWO: humming, dubbed over the top of Professor Piano, again playing 'The Prisoner', obviously intended as a different 'main' in the line of lyric, a new composition, recorded over the top of a song from the past from Professor Piano, using that song as a basic structure for the new music, hummmed ... nice stuff, very nice, very listenable melodies being hummed, the reporter, she couldn't help noticing .... It is obvious by this time, having heard so many passages of humming on this tape, the reporter so notices, that the guy at one time had a symponic piece of music underway, but, lacking any skills of music such as ability to write compositional scores, the guy has recorded it in the form of humming to someday later meybe transcribed into definable playable musics. It was interesting, because all of the hummed music was beautiful, and for days, months after, some of the things she heard hummed, would play away as a friend of music, intruding in a kind way, in the back ground of her thoughts. And then one day, a startling occurrance, she heard on TV as the backdrop music in a TV commercial, some VERY music she had heard hummed one day earlier in a tape, given to her by the guy. Is it possible, she thought, that THAT particular music, actually DID transfer into the mass consciousness frequency, to later come back out, as a new piece, composed by the subconscious of a MUSICIAN? Humming of very nice original music continues all the way to the end of the tape. THE TAPE ENDS ... TAPE OFF: A NEW TAPE: SIDE ONE: TAPE ON: A brand new piece of humming, a new composition, not heard previously. The background for this, is an exotica jazz and ballad music coming over an FM station. The humming revolves into a familiar theme. Then voice .... seeming a complete new topic, having nothing whatever to do with the NOSE. It has to do with 'keys' for the instrument. What instrument? .... Anyway, the guy's voice drones on .... At this point, the Nose is thinking, I really, I mean I REALLY hope, this doesn't turn into a SAGA situation. There is no question that I have been caught up in Livinstone type of mathematics. So here I am, totally preoccupied, rushing around like a chicken with its head ready to be eaten, looking for things that I don't even know where I am going to find them, or, even, if I will. As for the 'keys' themselves, of the instrument, having thought of it for three years, it now seems clear that there are no key mechanisms presently available that can be used for this even as a form of substitution. TAPE OFF: TAPE ON: Humming, no music in the background. What happened to the discussion about keys? thinks the reporter. Anyway, the humming goes on, it is over a passage from the Professor Piano tape, by this time, she can recognize the music .... and suddenly voice again, it seems the guy has recorded humming over previous recorded thoughts .... .... fully involved, with the whole of the technology in the cockpit. A computer should be the same, as far as its access to its uses are concerned. THE TAPE ENDS ... THERE IS NOTHING ON THE OTHER SIDE, IT IS BLANK. TAPE OFF: A NEW TAPE: SIDE ONE: TAPE ON: The tape is poor quality, being very old. When it first come on, the voice was loud and clear, played through a cheap Radio Shack getto blaster with earphone plug, and a small set of earphones, ones that went over the outer ears and not into the earholes. Because the whole of the getto blaster and earphone's output was high pitched - no lower or booming bass tones - the guy's voice was easy to hear, as was not the case with the other system the reporter had first started using to listen to the tapes, a large getto blaster home stereo unit, with large expensive earphones. When this tape had first come on, nothing of the guy's voice could be heard over the roomy boomy bass echoes from a number of different sources dominating the background. With the extra poor fidelity and accoustics of the cheap Radio Shack getto blaster, the overpowering bassy stuff was vanished and the guy's voice was easy to hear ... Yet, the funny thing that is motivating me is not emotion, but passion. Really what I mean is that I am not emotionally gungho about career urgent need achievements or successes, or anything like that. It's just that I now have this really incredible, intense, passionate curiousity, to find things that may be underneath all of what we traditionally know. TAPE OFF: TAPE ON: After being left on the PAUSE key for 24 hours, the reporter comes back and releases the pause and the tape can be barely heard. Nothing but NOISE. She uses her intelligence instead of panic. She stops the tape with the STOP/EJECT button, rewinds it with the REWIND button, then starts the tape over. This time it is loud and clear, once again. The tape resumes with humming, another variation on a musical theme hummed alsewhere in several different variations of it. There is a jazz orchestral on, in the background, with a trumpet lead, and this piece in the background is supplying the rhythm and the orchestra for the new composition being hummed. TAPE OFF: NEW TAPE: A very different tape. This one seems to deal specifically with aspects of business that was going on at a certain time. And the second side was harder to discern, it seemed to deal with a meeting coming up, with distinct spiritual and humanitarian overtones, a kind of planning and clue-up taking place via a long distance phone call and recorded on the tape. Some things, behind the scenes, the reporter simply could not fathom. Nevertheless, the 'behind the scenes' seemed to incorporate planetary intents. The reporter listened to these, and decided to not make judgement, since this particular tape, a 60 minute cassette recorded both sides, had been recorded in 1976 and even then had been recorded so long ago that the mere existence of still listenable recording was a miracle ... TAPE ON: SIDE ONE .... Preparations for a 'Christ Table' ... TAPE ON: SIDE TWO .... Trip toward the 'Christ Table' ... E-mail greydie@look.com ============================================== Written by Greydon Moore