I composed the following text as a comment on Les Visible's most recent post. As usual, his offering merits my highest praise and heartiest recommendation.
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Dear X and all who doubt that great justice is at hand,
I know your fear, for it has touched me as well in my more clouded, less coherent moments. Yet I have faith.
There are plans and there is the Plan. Those who would conspire for personal gain under the banner of evil and those who are aligned with divine purpose. Those enslaved and divided by fear and those liberated and united in love. You ask which side will prevail in this apocalypse? Will you trust in shifting appearances interpreted by your limited human mind? Or will the inner knowing of your perfect wholeness provide you the only answer you need beyond a shadow of a doubt?
We are here for a reason.
The deceivers are themselves deceived. Based on clues provided by Q and the info sleuthed out by tireless anons, all of which seem to gel into a highly coherent picture, I believe that the dark chess pieces who still remain un-neutralized and un-turned have been lured into a trap. By design, they believe they have won, are winning, and can still win. Their hubris and delusional overconfidence has doomed them.
Even some anons are having doubts, now that appearances seem to indicate that "Chyna" Joe Biden will be sworn in. They are not thinking clearly. They are allowing fear to cloud their judgment. I believe the optics of appearing to have lost the US presidency are necessary to this stage of the plan to cleanse evil from the planet. Trump and the "Alliance" are playing a highly complex and divinely inspired game. All of it is scripted. We are "watching a movie" play out, as Q says. Just as the bad guys have been in league with demonic forces unseen, the good guys have been subtly guided, protected, and inspired by heavenly forces. The great drama nears a climactic moment of brilliant, breathtaking reversal.
We are meant to reclaim our birthright as children of God. This is what this time is all about.
Rejoice! We are not abandoned unto chaos and tyranny. We are being put step by step through a program of soul awakening and ascension, individually and collectively. Surrendered to the Almighty, your human self may play its part with joy and gratitude.
Yes, there are dark moments when it seems like all is lost. In these moments lies the great blessing of humility. When we are brought to our lowest point, we can truly experience that all we can rely upon is the ineffable Divine.
Thank you, Visible, for bringing through your excellent, eloquent, and elegant compositions in the service of God and man. Your work is appreciated more than you can know or imagine. Blessings be upon you and all those who visit you.
Where we go One, we go All. Peace!
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I'll close with some pictures from an outing I and a couple of friends made to a nearby nature spot on Monday, January 11. We enjoyed the silence and some tea and cookies. I drummed and sang a prayer of blessing to the Creator. It was beautiful.
Perhaps the true value in an experience like the one
I last described, however beautiful it may seem on the surface, is in
the response it provokes deep within what embryonic spark of a soul
still cries out in me: in this case, an equal and opposite reaction.
The frustration of the yet-unindividuated self in
potential, yearning for relevance as a being in its own right. The
resentment toward still being oedipally attached to the cosmic
Mother. Chafing at the safe, yet suffocating limits of her Womb. The
ignition of the sacred flame of anger at the perversions of divine
law I perceive in the world of form. The recognition of my personal
duty to play my part in piercing the barrier that holds humanity back
from its true potential. The affirmation of the decision to put away
childish things and take up the great alchemical Work.
That all is lila, divine play, does not negate the
necessity of exercising our own free will as sovereign beings. To
neglect that necessity is to submit to the larger forces that
conspire in this time to keep us in the manipulated time loop of the
Ouroboros, the repeating cycle of energy harvest that feeds the
archontic hive and the reverse Kabbalah hierarchy. I don’t put the
blame on any of them. They do what they do because they can. Some are
acting according to their inherent nature while others are ensnared
and deluded. It’s up to us to learn to know ourselves and our enemy
so we can counter their moves against us and escape the prison they
have set up for us.
In terms of soul evolution, our enemy is really our
friend. He exploits our weaknesses and blind spots, forcing us to
gain knowledge and strength in order to hold our own and achieve
victory. The adversarial force is what spurs us on to the struggles
by which we grow. We learn even from our defeats, and there are many
defeats in store for the neophyte. The only true defeat is not to
fight at all. What value is there in capitulating to one who only
intends to eat or enslave us?
The world is filled with domesticated humans. Even
many who show signs of dawning awareness remain indifferent or still
largely enmeshed within the layers of programming, spending their
energies and resources in ways that continue to reinforce the matrix.
Political movements, by and large, are compromised
and controlled. Voting achieves nothing of consequence but acts as
another form of consent to be governed. Paying one’s taxes amounts
to paying into the corporate government mafia protection racket.
Buying stock in companies that rape the Earth, squeeze the life out
of their workers, and sell their shit for as much as the market will
bear makes one a co-owner of their karma. Most news and entertainment
is spiritually deadening trash full of loosh triggers, mind-control
signals, and social engineering, best consumed discerningly and in
moderation if at all. Religion plays on our existential dread, our
ignorance of the wider reality, and our reluctance to assume full
individual responsibility for our lives to keep us corralled in
designated, compartmentalized spiritual enclosures as food for
entities on the lower astral planes. Contrived wars and controversies
sap our strength and splinter us further off from any sense of unity.
Our debt-based fiat currencies are black magick, numbers conjured out
of nothing, backed only by the collateral of our own bodies and souls
and those of future generations. The pressure to work an unfulfilling
job, buy unnecessary things, parrot the approved opinions, and go
along with the herd on any number of fronts is pervasive and
insidious.
The more one defies these conventions, the more the
whole infernal system takes a loss and the more one also potentially
becomes a target of its retribution. The process of disentanglement
is best handled strategically and intuitively as an integral part of
one’s total process of coming into one’s true self.
It is an inconvenient truth that, while we are indeed
children of the true, loving creative power and intelligence behind
all manifestation and are meant to inherit every divine attribute,
the pathway to actualizing that inheritance as full-fledged,
consciously co-creative beings goes through terrain that is often
dark and difficult, painful and perilous. All the support and
protection we need are ours as long as we heed the universal laws. On
the other hand, there is a definite element of aloneness that we must
face and that no amount of wishing will dispel. I alone am the
deciding factor at the center of my experience of reality and the
same goes for each of us.
Having grown up inside a disempowering,
authoritarian, conservative Christian sect with a tendency to sweep
human ugliness and personal responsibility for one’s failings under
the rug of a magic formula of absolution, I know spiritual bypassing
when I see it and I want no part of it. While I firmly stand behind
the awesome healing power of forgiveness, I don’t believe for a
second that we can heal those possessed by the predator mind-virus by
forgiving them and excusing their evil actions as being spiritually
necessary and ultimately beneficial. That kind of deeply disingenuous
hand-waving makes me physically ill. It is Stockholm syndrome and
only encourages more of the same. To negotiate and compromise with
evil is to enter into a karmic pact of complicity with it. We can
only stop evil by standing firm against it wherever we encounter it.
That is where a sacred firewall of anger and decisive counteraction
is the appropriate response. Keep your fluffy platitudes of
unconditional forgiveness out of the arena of real-world response;
that sacred salve is for you in your meditations to free you of
debilitating emotional attachments to the past. Remember Jesus and
the moneychangers in the temple. Have the courage of your convictions
and don’t be afraid to call out and actively oppose wrongdoing.
Failure to do so is cowardice, unworthy of the spiritual warrior.
So no matter how pleasing to my senses and spiritual
sensibilities any visionary experience I have may be, I will not be
lured into making bliss my only compass. Pain is an equal compass on this path
we must walk. We hold so much of it coiled within our cellular
memories; only by allowing ourselves to fully feel it can we hope to
unravel it and free that space for clearer, lighter energies that
feed our soul’s expansion.
I want to acknowledge a debt of thanks to Randy
Maugans and Emily Moyer of Off Planet Radio and Sethikus Boza of Black Earth Productionz for their recent conversation. That interview stoked my fire of discontent,
stirred up my warrior instinct, and heightened my thirst for
self-improvement. It showed the very real stakes of the spiritual war
we are in; it shone a ray of hope; it called me to step beyond my
comfort zone and commit to becoming more than I am, to join in the
fight as a sovereign being standing up for the things I hold most
precious.
As I slept in the night after I had listened to that
interview, I had a long dream whose each sequential segment was a
clearly symbolic scene depicting a phase of my self-chosen initiation
into the path of self-actualization. It was a rewarding and affirming
experience clearly brought on by the place I had come to in mind and
will.
It is my sincere hope that all who feel the call to
challenge the conditions foisted upon us, the heirs of the divine,
and claim their birthright will step up boldly in these times and
spare no effort to attain a glorious destiny together. Who will
believe in you, if not you?
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In closing, it is my joy to share with you this dance presentation by the inimitable Erin Parsley, set to the music of Les Visible, to whom credit is due for the title of this post, which I borrowed from the lyrics of this beautiful song.
This
song about the controversial Anthroposophical understanding of Lucifer
as a force of transcendence and liberation that risks overshooting into
mania and delusion. It's a cautionary tale about the seductive quality
of Lucifer and transcendence in general, in that this force is necessary
to rise beyond pedestrian materialism but it can lead to ungrounded or
false spirituality if one isn't careful. The golden mean between
material enslavement and metaphysical delusion is the Christ impulse,
which balances and goes beyond, matching awakened wisdom with
compassion.
For more info on Lucifer, Christ, and Ahriman as conceived by Rudolf Steiner, see:
Crashing to ground, lucid light of the heavens, Fire divine unto darkness and venom. Captive in clay, dream the ancient of days, Eyes burning skyward all vision but fades away.
For there once was an angel with eyes brighter than the sun. Bringer of light, minnesinger primaeval. Deep in your soul, can you hear the song of Lucifer? “Break through the waves, rise to infinity!”
Crown of creation, foundation of the universe. Baptized in light, let the wisdom flow through your veins. You are Neptunian, the progeny of fissure kings. Break through the waves, rise to infinity!
Flashes so bright, gnostic visions transcendent, All laws revealed in a cosmos resplendent. Scraping the ceiling of unhuman feelings, Pride burning skyward, submission but fades away.
For the Grail lies within you beneath the waters of your mind, Churning the waves, turning the maelstrom. Rise, O Neptunian, from vile pandemonium, Break through the waves, rise to infinity!
The pride of Lucifer!
Freedom unbound, astral dreamers astray, Burned by the sun, dark infernal dominion. Bringer of gnosis or untold psychosis? Falling from heaven the loveless behold their doom!
The pride of Lucifer!
Oh, fallen the angel with eyes brighter than the sun, Bringer of light, serpent-singer prime evil. Deep in your soul, can you hear the song of Lucifer? “Break through the waves, rise to infinity!”
In my childhood, I strongly intuited, without being able to
articulate it, that that was what we were living under.
A deep wrongness that had infiltrated every aspect of our life on
every level.
As I approach my thirty-second Solar Return, I am far better
equipped with knowledge of the who, what, how and why of our
predicament, both exoterically and esoterically. What I still lack,
however, is the sense that this horror show is in any way finished. I
have had many small victories, yet the big one still eludes. For each
victory, I take another fall. I receive enlightening downloads both
beautiful and terrible, but fail to translate them into the
consistent success I yearn for.
I know, on a core level—when I stop to let the gravity and
buoyancy of my heart take over—that there is no battle, that it’s
all a holographic show put on by infinite consciousness for its own
purposes.
The sense of personal doership, to borrow Sri Ramana’s
phrase, will have no truck with this. It is invested in the
show. Outcomes matter! There’s so much to be concerned about! How the
fuck is this going to work out? So much is at stake. So much to be
won and lost. Such impossible odds. And I, so small and inadequate,
must face them. The fear and uncertainty are a palpable veil, a
Shelob’s web that entangles me the more with each effort to oppose
them. All while the reek of death fills my nostrils and the dread of
my impending doom grows.
This is the battle: to muster the wisdom, the strength, the will,
the faith to overcome all shadows. There are those who have passed
through this no-man’s-land and shine like beacons. I see them and I
envy them. Yet not I, but the demons: they who will never inherit
glory, who insinuate their thoughts into my mind, whose currency is
counterfeit and whose most fearsome weapons can never extinguish the
Light of Eärendil.
The demons’ power depends on my not recognizing their
deceptions. On my acting out their commands unawares. On my inability
to distinguish my own self from their intrusions. On my lack of
alertness to how I feel inside.
I know true peace. I have foretasted it. I can use that experience
as the standard, the homing signal. Whatever is not of peace is of
foreign nature. I can test every thought: “Who goes there? Show
yourself!” To all who are not emissaries of peace, I can say
confidently, “I see who you are. You are a figment of my
imagination. You have no dominion here. Get behind me.” With love
and compassion, I release each part of my beloved Self that was held
hostage behind a monster’s mask. One agent at a time, I can
transform the treacherous, sneaking creatures into a unified force
under one command.
This work is a long, difficult, and dangerous undertaking. So says
the Lord of Time. He is my ultimate foe, chief among the gods.
Outside his realm, I have defeated him already. Not with anything of
my own as a small, separate being, but by virtue of my connection
with where I came from, beyond the borders of this demonocracy, where
my eternal Self abides. I can go there at any time and know that I am
free of his chains. They, too, are a figment of my imagination. So it
is against nothing that I rage, and all that rages is the one who
believes a lie.
