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Hopi Prophecy and the End of the Fourth World ~ Part 1

This just in from reader Kate:

Hi Laura,

I have trouble posting to WordPress, but this article seems in sync with a lot of the info you have been posting.

Happy Samhain!

http://www.ancient-origins.net/myths-legends-americas/hopi-prophecy-and-end-fourth-world-part-1-002280

 

The article is strictly copyrighted, so I cannot reproduce it here, but it does go right along with information I’ve been posting — in part, because I’ve been acutely aware of the Hopi Prophecies for quite a long time, watching as they eerily unfold. The article discusses Grandfather Dan’s warning: “When earthquakes, floods, hailstorms, drought, and famine will be the life of every day, the time will have then come for [either] the return to the true path, or going the zig-zag way.” I’ve posted (and reposted) this message before in the video “Hopi Prophecy of Coming Fifth Age and the Blue and Red Star Kachinas,” but the article shows original Hopi artwork, some history, and discussion of the Sun’s role, along with exact quotes from Hopi Elders.

Some of these prophecies are a lot to take in, so the Hopi have listed “Four Easy Steps for Surviving the Earth Changes and All the Prophecies:

1. Keep your eyes open.
2. Let go of fear.
3. Learn all you can.
4. Live your spirituality.”

As they say, “This can be a good time.”

Please click  here to read the Hopi Prophecy and the End of the Fourth World, Part 1.

Hansel and Gretel

Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm


Hansel and Gretel

Hard by a great forest dwelt a poor wood-cutter with his wife and his two children. The boy was called Hansel and the girl Gretel. He had little to bite and to break, and once when great dearth fell on the land, he could no longer procure even daily bread. Now when he thought over this by night in his bed, and tossed about in his anxiety, he groaned and said to his wife: ’What is to become of us? How are we to feed our poor children, when we no longer have anything even for ourselves?’ ’I’ll tell you what, husband,’ answered the woman, ’early tomorrow morning we will take the children out into the forest to where it is the thickest; there we will light a fire for them, and give each of them one more piece of bread, and then we will go to our work and leave them alone. They will not find the way home again, and we shall be rid of them.’ ’No, wife,’ said the man, ’I will not do that; how can I bear to leave my children alone in the forest?–the wild animals would soon come and tear them to pieces.’ ’O, you fool!’ said she, ’then we must all four die of hunger, you may as well plane the planks for our coffins,’ and she left him no peace until he consented. ’But I feel very sorry for the poor children, all the same,’ said the man.

The two children had also not been able to sleep for hunger, and had heard what their stepmother had said to their father. Gretel wept bitter tears, and said to Hansel: ’Now all is over with us.’ ’Be quiet, Gretel,’ said Hansel, ’do not distress yourself, I will soon find a way to help us.’ And when the old folks had fallen asleep, he got up, put on his little coat, opened the door below, and crept outside. The moon shone brightly, and the white pebbles which lay in front of the house glittered like real silver pennies. Hansel stooped and stuffed the little pocket of his coat with as many as he could get in. Then he went back and said to Gretel: ’Be comforted, dear little sister, and sleep in peace, God will not forsake us,’ and he lay down again in his bed. When day dawned, but before the sun had risen, the woman came and awoke the two children, saying: ’Get up, you sluggards! we are going into the forest to fetch wood.’ She gave each a little piece of bread, and said: ’There is something for your dinner, but do not eat it up before then, for you will get nothing else.’ Gretel took the bread under her apron, as Hansel had the pebbles in his pocket. Then they all set out together on the way to the forest. When they had walked a short time, Hansel stood still and peeped back at the house, and did so again and again. His father said: ’Hansel, what are you looking at there and staying behind for? Pay attention, and do not forget how to use your legs.’ ’Ah, father,’ said Hansel, ’I am looking at my little white cat, which is sitting up on the roof, and wants to say goodbye to me.’ The wife said: ’Fool, that is not your little cat, that is the morning sun which is shining on the chimneys.’ Hansel, however, had not been looking back at the cat, but had been constantly throwing one of the white pebble-stones out of his pocket on the road.

When they had reached the middle of the forest, the father said: ’Now, children, pile up some wood, and I will light a fire that you may not be cold.’ Hansel and Gretel gathered brushwood together, as high as a little hill. The brushwood was lighted, and when the flames were burning very high, the woman said: ’Now, children, lay yourselves down by the fire and rest, we will go into the forest and cut some wood. When we have done, we will come back and fetch you away.’

Hansel and Gretel sat by the fire, and when noon came, each ate a little piece of bread, and as they heard the strokes of the wood-axe they believed that their father was near. It was not the axe, however, but a branch which he had fastened to a withered tree which the wind was blowing backwards and forwards. And as they had been sitting such a long time, their eyes closed with fatigue, and they fell fast asleep. When at last they awoke, it was already dark night. Gretel began to cry and said: ’How are we to get out of the forest now?’ But Hansel comforted her and said: ’Just wait a little, until the moon has risen, and then we will soon find the way.’ And when the full moon had risen, Hansel took his little sister by the hand, and followed the pebbles which shone like newly-coined silver pieces, and showed them the way.

They walked the whole night long, and by break of day came once more to their father’s house. They knocked at the door, and when the woman opened it and saw that it was Hansel and Gretel, she said: ’You naughty children, why have you slept so long in the forest?–we thought you were never coming back at all!’ The father, however, rejoiced, for it had cut him to the heart to leave them behind alone.

Not long afterwards, there was once more great dearth throughout the land, and the children heard their mother saying at night to their father: ’Everything is eaten again, we have one half loaf left, and that is the end. The children must go, we will take them farther into the wood, so that they will not find their way out again; there is no other means of saving ourselves!’ The man’s heart was heavy, and he thought: ’It would be better for you to share the last mouthful with your children.’ The woman, however, would listen to nothing that he had to say, but scolded and reproached him. He who says A must say B, likewise, and as he had yielded the first time, he had to do so a second time also.

The children, however, were still awake and had heard the conversation. When the old folks were asleep, Hansel again got up, and wanted to go out and pick up pebbles as he had done before, but the woman had locked the door, and Hansel could not get out. Nevertheless he comforted his little sister, and said: ’Do not cry, Gretel, go to sleep quietly, the good God will help us.’

Early in the morning came the woman, and took the children out of their beds. Their piece of bread was given to them, but it was still smaller than the time before. On the way into the forest Hansel crumbled his in his pocket, and often stood still and threw a morsel on the ground. ’Hansel, why do you stop and look round?’ said the father, ’go on.’ ’I am looking back at my little pigeon which is sitting on the roof, and wants to say goodbye to me,’ answered Hansel. ’Fool!’ said the woman, ’that is not your little pigeon, that is the morning sun that is shining on the chimney.’ Hansel, however little by little, threw all the crumbs on the path.

The woman led the children still deeper into the forest, where they had never in their lives been before. Then a great fire was again made, and the mother said: ’Just sit there, you children, and when you are tired you may sleep a little; we are going into the forest to cut wood, and in the evening when we are done, we will come and fetch you away.’ When it was noon, Gretel shared her piece of bread with Hansel, who had scattered his by the way. Then they fell asleep and evening passed, but no one came to the poor children. They did not awake until it was dark night, and Hansel comforted his little sister and said: ’Just wait, Gretel, until the moon rises, and then we shall see the crumbs of bread which I have strewn about, they will show us our way home again.’ When the moon came they set out, but they found no crumbs, for the many thousands of birds which fly about in the woods and fields had picked them all up. Hansel said to Gretel: ’We shall soon find the way,’ but they did not find it. They walked the whole night and all the next day too from morning till evening, but they did not get out of the forest, and were very hungry, for they had nothing to eat but two or three berries, which grew on the ground. And as they were so weary that their legs would carry them no longer, they lay down beneath a tree and fell asleep.

It was now three mornings since they had left their father’s house. They began to walk again, but they always came deeper into the forest, and if help did not come soon, they must die of hunger and weariness. When it was mid-day, they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough, which sang so delightfully that they stood still and listened to it. And when its song was over, it spread its wings and flew away before them, and they followed it until they reached a little house, on the roof of which it alighted; and when they approached the little house they saw that it was built of bread and covered with cakes, but that the windows were of clear sugar. ’We will set to work on that,’ said Hansel, ’and have a good meal. I will eat a bit of the roof, and you Gretel, can eat some of the window, it will taste sweet.’ Hansel reached up above, and broke off a little of the roof to try how it tasted, and Gretel leant against the window and nibbled at the panes. Then a soft voice cried from the parlour:

’Nibble, nibble, gnaw,
Who is nibbling at my little house?’

The children answered:

’The wind, the wind,
The heaven-born wind,’

and went on eating without disturbing themselves. Hansel, who liked the taste of the roof, tore down a great piece of it, and Gretel pushed out the whole of one round window-pane, sat down, and enjoyed herself with it. Suddenly the door opened, and a woman as old as the hills, who supported herself on crutches, came creeping out. Hansel and Gretel were so terribly frightened that they let fall what they had in their hands. The old woman, however, nodded her head, and said: ’Oh, you dear children, who has brought you here? do come in, and stay with me. No harm shall happen to you.’ She took them both by the hand, and led them into her little house. Then good food was set before them, milk and pancakes, with sugar, apples, and nuts. Afterwards two pretty little beds were covered with clean white linen, and Hansel and Gretel lay down in them, and thought they were in heaven.

The old woman had only pretended to be so kind; she was in reality a wicked witch, who lay in wait for children, and had only built the little house of bread in order to entice them there. When a child fell into her power, she killed it, cooked and ate it, and that was a feast day with her. Witches have red eyes, and cannot see far, but they have a keen scent like the beasts, and are aware when human beings draw near. When Hansel and Gretel came into her neighbourhood, she laughed with malice, and said mockingly: ’I have them, they shall not escape me again!’ Early in the morning before the children were awake, she was already up, and when she saw both of them sleeping and looking so pretty, with their plump and rosy cheeks she muttered to herself: ’That will be a dainty mouthful!’ Then she seized Hansel with her shrivelled hand, carried him into a little stable, and locked him in behind a grated door. Scream as he might, it would not help him. Then she went to Gretel, shook her till she awoke, and cried: ’Get up, lazy thing, fetch some water, and cook something good for your brother, he is in the stable outside, and is to be made fat. When he is fat, I will eat him.’ Gretel began to weep bitterly, but it was all in vain, for she was forced to do what the wicked witch commanded.

And now the best food was cooked for poor Hansel, but Gretel got nothing but crab-shells. Every morning the woman crept to the little stable, and cried: ’Hansel, stretch out your finger that I may feel if you will soon be fat.’ Hansel, however, stretched out a little bone to her, and the old woman, who had dim eyes, could not see it, and thought it was Hansel’s finger, and was astonished that there was no way of fattening him. When four weeks had gone by, and Hansel still remained thin, she was seized with impatience and would not wait any longer. ’Now, then, Gretel,’ she cried to the girl, ’stir yourself, and bring some water. Let Hansel be fat or lean, tomorrow I will kill him, and cook him.’ Ah, how the poor little sister did lament when she had to fetch the water, and how her tears did flow down her cheeks! ’Dear God, do help us,’ she cried. ’If the wild beasts in the forest had but devoured us, we should at any rate have died together.’ ’Just keep your noise to yourself,’ said the old woman, ’it won’t help you at all.’

Early in the morning, Gretel had to go out and hang up the cauldron with the water, and light the fire. ’We will bake first,’ said the old woman, ’I have already heated the oven, and kneaded the dough.’ She pushed poor Gretel out to the oven, from which flames of fire were already darting. ’Creep in,’ said the witch, ’and see if it is properly heated, so that we can put the bread in.’ And once Gretel was inside, she intended to shut the oven and let her bake in it, and then she would eat her, too. But Gretel saw what she had in mind, and said: ’I do not know how I am to do it; how do I get in?’ ’Silly goose,’ said the old woman. ’The door is big enough; just look, I can get in myself!’ and she crept up and thrust her head into the oven. Then Gretel gave her a push that drove her far into it, and shut the iron door, and fastened the bolt. Oh! then she began to howl quite horribly, but Gretel ran away and the godless witch was miserably burnt to death.

Gretel, however, ran like lightning to Hansel, opened his little stable, and cried: ’Hansel, we are saved! The old witch is dead!’ Then Hansel sprang like a bird from its cage when the door is opened. How they did rejoice and embrace each other, and dance about and kiss each other! And as they had no longer any need to fear her, they went into the witch’s house, and in every corner there stood chests full of pearls and jewels. ’These are far better than pebbles!’ said Hansel, and thrust into his pockets whatever could be got in, and Gretel said: ’I, too, will take something home with me,’ and filled her pinafore full. ’But now we must be off,’ said Hansel, ’that we may get out of the witch’s forest.’

When they had walked for two hours, they came to a great stretch of water. ’We cannot cross,’ said Hansel, ’I see no foot-plank, and no bridge.’ ’And there is also no ferry,’ answered Gretel, ’but a white duck is swimming there: if I ask her, she will help us over.’ Then she cried:

’Little duck, little duck, dost thou see,
Hansel and Gretel are waiting for thee?
There’s never a plank, or bridge in sight,
Take us across on thy back so white.’

The duck came to them, and Hansel seated himself on its back, and told his sister to sit by him. ’No,’ replied Gretel, ’that will be too heavy for the little duck; she shall take us across, one after the other.’ The good little duck did so, and when they were once safely across and had walked for a short time, the forest seemed to be more and more familiar to them, and at length they saw from afar their father’s house. Then they began to run, rushed into the parlour, and threw themselves round their father’s neck. The man had not known one happy hour since he had left the children in the forest; the woman, however, was dead. Gretel emptied her pinafore until pearls and precious stones ran about the room, and Hansel threw one handful after another out of his pocket to add to them. Then all anxiety was at an end, and they lived together in perfect happiness. My tale is done, there runs a mouse; whosoever catches it, may make himself a big fur cap out of it.

 

 

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Jon Rappoport ~ The Strange Fear of Symbols

I was about to leave a comment on Jon Rappoport’s site and decided instead to post my (expanded) comment as an intro to his post, published below my comment.

Hi Jon, thanks for this. The abject terror of any “occult” symbols just because some would-be controllers have claimed them as their own and held them hostage is a bizarre thing to observe, indeed. I’ve long advocated that people reclaim co-opted symbols and/or invent their own … but also spend some time studying how people respond to symbols. Although symbols don’t have power in and of themselves, a study of any effective ad campaign or televised ritual (Grammy’s, Olympics, etc.) that produces results would seem to indicate that we can leverage tremendous power with symbols that speak directly to the non-rational mind.

As an artist, I often incorporate symbols into art that I create with specific magical intentions, i.e. intending that the artistic representation takes form in the “real” world. I can’t explain it, and it would sound crazy if I tried; however, the things I paint do directly appear in my own life. But only if I tag them with symbols (especially Runic Code). If I just paint something colorful or imitative, nothing unusual occurs, but if I paint something with layers upon layers of symbols, even without a conscious intention, then I start seeing elements of that painting reflected in “real” life.

I found this dynamic while writing my second novel, too. Whatever situations I’d create for my characters and code with certain symbols (especially Runic associations), the next day I would get calls or emails from new clients experiencing that exact scenario. Most of these plot twists were bizarre and specific, so after awhile, there was no explaining away the new clients as mere coincidence. I also started meeting people who looked like my characters or had their names. My partner, whom I met long after shelving that novel, has two spinster aunts with similar features, body types and personalities to two of my characters who come into their own in the second novel. I actually stopped writing that book until I could figure out a way to stop making it come true in non-fiction life or find a way to advance the plot without conflict and harm to my characters.

As you’ve long noted, the Imagination is more powerful than most people realize. Symbols activate it. I don’t know precisely how, but I’ve experimented a lot because I initially didn’t believe it could be so true. I live in a world of extreme synchronicity anyway, but when I paint symbols into an image with specific intentions, I can count on those intentions coming true in absurd and delightful ways far outside the normal chain of events. Magical rituals utilize symbols for similar reasons. I think of them as shorthand for a whole bunch of intentions and associations whose listing would bog down the creative process. Perhaps witches and artists tune into past life or ancestral associations with those symbols. I don’t know the exact method, but I have experimented and observed enough to know that symbols do carry at least proxy power when activated by our imaginations.

Recognizing our freedom and power to create carries with it a responsibility for that which we create. Exploring and honoring how symbols can aid or thwart that manifestation process involves more than simple superstition. It can become a practical study on the path to wisdom. Reclaiming co-opted tools can tip the scales of this world back in favor of a peaceful, healed and abundant planet. I would call that effective visioning and creation as opposed to “mind control.” If advertisers, propagandists and religions can use symbols to control us, then it only stands to reason that we, too, can use symbols — as tools to heal and liberate ourselves.

The strange fear of symbols
by Jon Rappoport

March 13, 2014

http://www.nomorefakenews.com

Groups use symbols.

But symbols have no inherent power.

None.

They have power only when people believe in them. In which case it’s the belief that is the power.

Just as important, symbols have no inherent meaning. They only have the meaning given to them.

So, for example, the famous eye and pyramid mean zero. Zilch. They only have meaning because Masons and other groups have assigned it.

There is no closed secret world of symbols that has magic in it.

There are no universally good symbols or bad symbols. A symbol is a word, term, sign, shape. It’s injected with meaning by a group. The group adopts a consensus about the symbol.

To a surprising degree, people think in terms of symbols. They operate as if they understand what they’re doing, but they don’t. They fear the power of certain symbols and attach themselves to the power of other “good” symbols. They’re hooked.

You could make a picture of a sun emanating three rays and call it Oobladee, and invent a whole mythology around it. You could claim it comes from Atlantis, or a secret society embedded in the old KGB, or an ancient Babylonian priesthood.

And then some people would react when they saw it. They would feel fear or anger or excitement.

It’s a con.

If you took this even further and created a whole set of symbols, dozens of them, and made up meanings for them, and worked with this game, you would eventually experience an interesting kind of liberation. You would see, to a greater extent, how arbitrary symbols are, how people trap themselves in “internal symbolic spaces.”

The whole point of frozen symbols is to enclose consciousness.

Let’s say you devised a picture of an eyeball hovering in a forest. A tear is dropping from the eye. The literal mind is looking for specific meaning. The literal mind wants an answer. It can’t find one.

The eyeball and the forest and the tear don’t add up. They provoke all sorts of associations, but no particular meaning, and the literal mind is frustrated.

So THEN you come along and assign a meaning. You say, “Well, this symbol was painted on masks in 834BC by the ancient Egyptian founders of a cult of pyramid builders. The eye and the tear stand for the tragedy caused by lack of faith in eternal life…”

And so forth and so on.

Now you’ve assigned specific meaning to the symbol. Now the literal mind breathes a sigh of relief. It has an answer. It can suck up that meaning and take it in and accept it. And now you can embellish the story and sell it to the literal mind. You can make that symbol into an object of fear and repulsion, if that’s the reaction you want to provoke in your audience, or you can make the symbol into an object of victory that stands for redemption.

You can twist and turn the symbol any way you want to.

The literal mind wants an answer to the mystery, a solution, and you provided it.

We’re talking about a very primitive form of art. When people operate at this level, buying symbols and their assigned meanings, it’s an indication they can’t appreciate or fathom more complex art.

They can’t read and fathom a novel or watch a stage play. That’s too much. There isn’t a clear one-to-one connecting pipeline between symbol and meaning, and so they’re confused. They’re frustrated.

I remember sitting in a movie theater watching a crime drama. The cops arrested the wrong man and framed him for a killing. A guy sitting next to me blew his top. He started telling his girl friend about how the cops were railroading this suspect and how bad the cops were, how the suspect was a victim of police brutality.

Well, yes. That was, in fact, the whole point of the movie. The movie was showing the audience how the police operated to create a false scenario and frame an innocent man. That’s what the movie was saying.

But this guy couldn’t get to that level. He thought the movie was actually on the cops’ side. He thought the movie was praising the arrest of the wrong man.

The literal mind at work.

In the same way, people accept the meanings that are assigned to symbols, and they react to those meanings in a reflex fashion.

In truth, symbols are open. They have no intrinsic meaning. People can inject any meaning they want to.

But when they’re trapped in a layer of symbolic thinking, they can’t see that. They’re determined to accept the already-assigned meaning and react to it.

Which is an invitation to propagandists.

Worse yet, it’s a fixation that artificially defines the limits of mind.

Symbols form a matrix-shell inside which minds live. Until they don’t.

In case you hadn’t noticed, lunatic school officials have been punishing students for symbols of guns. Pop tart chewed into the shape of a gun. Screen saver showing a picture of a gun. T-shirt with a message supporting the 2nd Amendment.

Then there are widening definitions of so-called hate speech. People want to ban the word “bossy.” They want to take any bland utterance and analyze it for possible “hate content.”

Among other things, this is puerile symbol-addiction.

A story about someone burning an American flag receives far more coverage and more reaction than a statement that the federal government violates the Constitution in a hundred ways.

Presidents are symbols. That is, the public reacts to the meanings broadly assigned to their images. The last time I looked, Americans in Kansas and Ohio weren’t sitting in the Oval Office having long conversations with Presidents.

Neither, I dare say, are Americans sitting down and talking with Satan. They’re reacting to meanings assigned to images of Satan painted by others.

Artists are in a unique position. They can make and unmake symbols at will. They can imbue symbols with meaning and then change the meanings or destroy the symbols. They don’t have to live under the dome of consensus symbols and their assigned meanings.

There are people who will argue that some symbols have “inherent meaning.” As if “the universe” sits around and writes down descriptions in a book, which is irrefutable.

Even if this were true, why do people have to accept those meanings?

Some symbols point to things that actually exist. Other symbols are fabricated with the intent of referring to fictions as if they were real. In both cases, the symbols are cooked and plumped up with meanings to impart a reaction.

I suppose God is the most widespread symbol on Earth. But instead of standing back and allowing the individual to decide what, if anything, it means to him, priest classes move in and organize religions to tell their stories, to embellish and codify the meaning of that symbol. And then to fight and kill to defend it.

Here is the symbol-maker’s proposition: “I’ll give you a symbol and tell you what it means and what it refers to. Then I want you to accept it, yes, but also to imbue it with feeling and awe and power. Give that power to the symbol. Make that investment. It’s your duty. Don’t vary or quibble.”

This is how humans are made into ciphers. This is mind control.

Jon Rappoport
Link to original article

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at http://www.nomorefakenews.com

A Message from the Faeries

I was asked to relay the following:

It has come to the attention of the Faery Realm that we are being unfairly and inaccurately linked to the implementation of Obamacare, the ability of politicians to crunch numbers — indeed, how absolutely barbaric (numbers are sacred, not some crispy, genetically modified snack to further manipulate!) — and to all manner of unlikely promises and claims flowing from the White House. Along with “elves,” “Gandalf,” “fairy tales” and “myths,” we faeries (also known as the Disney-fied spelling of “fairies”) and the elementals (though unmentioned by your journalists), would like to go on record that we have absolutely nothing to do with any such ridiculous things. The entire Faery Realm is peeved, quite peeved, and (in some cases) downright ornery, about such accusations.

Firstly, “fairy tales” and “myths” are not synonymous with un-Truth. On the contrary, fairy tales and myths represent some of the deepest and truest repositories of Ancient Wisdom. Furthermore, faeries, though tricky, do not lie. “A Person’s Word is Bond” is one of our three main Faery Rules, and — unlike humans — faeries actually enforce that Rule. When someone falsely gives his or her word, the Fae take action. Liars and thieves feel consequences when dealing with the Faery Realm. Better never to encounter a faery than to lie, steal from or otherwise abuse one. We hope you can see just how far apart we stand, fly and swim — dimensions apart — from anything associated with promising one thing and substituting something inferior or malicious.

Furthermore, anyone who tries to pull the old switcheroo on us, should prepare themselves for Faery Mischief. Though not evil, we can be quite maddening. The worse the offense, the greater the leaks, mishaps and humiliations become. “A Person’s Word is Bond,” we say, “so you can count on more where those came from. Much more. We enjoy showing arrogant humans how foolish they are and dropping the veils of poor imitation Faery Glamour. Moreover, woe to humans who promised to help the Earth then fracked the hell out of Her. Pusillanimous poppycocks! She is a living, breathing Being. We will not allow you to kill her. Better never to speak than to vow to protect your Mother only to invite corporate thugs to ravage her. You disgust us.”

Secondly, the next Faery Rule is “Respect, Not Control.” How anyone can confuse this Rule with Obamacare, the monopoly money debt slavery system, and all those ridiculous letters like NDAA, NSA, TSA, CIA, DHS, IRS, FDA, overseen by “czars,” truly strains credulity. The fact that you humans believe in your monetary system but not the Faery Realm would send us into giggle fits if it weren’t so sad. Do you not realize that Iceland and Ireland, two lands with the deepest connection between humans, elves and faeries, have done more to address the root cause of your “banking crises” than any of the so-called leader nations who think myth and fairy tales mean lies? You would do well to respect yourselves and to conduct yourselves in a manner that warrants respect. Those who vie to control others through psychiatric potions, word spells, torture and abuse would do well to honor this sage advice: “Don’t piss off the faeries.”

Those who are actually fighting for the same freedoms and healthy food, water and ecosystems that we support would do well to stop insulting us. You don’t need to join us, but we do suggest you respect us. You mock what you do not understand. We could help you, but some of us have thin wings and long fingers. We might pinch you if you keep slandering and attacking us without provocation. What have we ever done to deserve such mockery? It’s not your fault that those who dominate and control you minimized the records of our capabilities through mind-control efforts of Disney and centuries of persecution, but please don’t mock. Unlike most of you humans, we are acutely in touch with our emotions. It’s part of our charm, in all senses of that word. We cannot be held responsible for consequences that occur as a result of abusing our charms.

We can help you. Some of us are warriors. We have no interest in controlling you. We honor liberty. After all, we do like bells. Blue bells especially. We offer our assistance to those who honor the Ancient Ones and Natural Law. Keep in mind that the Wee Folk are not so little. Nor have we lost our self-respect. We know when and how to fight, and we follow through. How many of you scoffers can say the same? How many of you warriors couldn’t benefit from some extra-dimensional power and Glamour? Think wisely before rejecting kind offers from your Unseen Allies. As one of our human incarnations has been known to say, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

Which brings us to the third Faery Rule: “No Rudeness.” Again, we find it unbelievable — nay, less believable than some of you find the prospect of our existence — unbelievable that you would conflate the rabid words and libel of your politicians with our noble Realm. Rudeness extends beyond not being polite, although as we explained above, many of you have not been polite to us. We can forgive your prior ignore-ance, but now you have been warned. Continued mockery will be taken as intentional rudeness.

Please bear in mind that rudeness also involves degrees of crassness, a lack of refinement, and a certain indescribable yet palpable ugliness, which offends those who honor and cultivate natural beauty, order and harmony. Your political stage is so far from even a poor imitation of natural beauty, order and harmony as to be mutually exclusive. Kindly refrain from sullying the Faery Realm, our inhabitants and visitors, as well as any of our literary and sacred treasures with the intolerable rudeness of your dimension.

Some of us would like to support a shift of your collective reality into one that more aligns with ours. We believe most of you would find life much more pleasant, elegant, enjoyable, fun and free. You would also feel dazzled by the natural beauty and refinement, and you would love our feasts! Not all of us wish to invite your messy boots into our world, but we will permit the intrusion and help to blend our respective (ahem!) worlds if you learn to follow three simple Rules. Please, if you would like to partner with us, you must remember:

A Person’s Word Is Bond
Respect, Not Control
No Rudeness

You have been contacted, warned and offered a choice. Please consider well, and choose wisely. The future of both of our dimensions may depend upon your choice. Blessed Be.

“Cultivating an Inner Life”

I recently joined a book study group with some visionaries, spiritual advisers, organic farmers, permaculture activists, and other “big picture” thinkers from Goshen and nearby Three Rivers, Michigan. I missed the introductory meeting due to an errant email, but tonight we have our first actual book discussion of Carolyn Baker’s “Navigating the Coming Chaos.”

As preparation, we read the Introduction and Chapter 1. I’ve already read much further, but we’ve been asked to answer the following questions related to the Intro and first chapter. Given this book’s powerful message, which aligns so closely with what I try to offer through this blog, through my own life’s expression(s), and during individual sessions, I thought I’d answer the questions here. Although many Transition Towns have leaders actively studying this book, you do not need to be involved in the Transition Movement in order to benefit from it. As the famous Medical Intuitive Caroline Myss says: “What a pleasure it is to endorse a book of this quality and genius. But more to the point, a book of great urgency. I not only recommend this book, I urge you to it.”

So do I.

What was most encouraging about what you read in “Navigating the Coming Chaos”?

In a bizarre way, I feel like I’ve been co-writing a companion volume through my blog. Since my philosophy and experiences dovetail so easily with the book’s premise and message, I began using it as an external checklist of my own internal preparations. So few people have developed strong enough inner lives to be able to look chaos in the face without flinching, running away, numbing themselves or going crazy. I found it encouraging that others recognize the importance of beauty, poetry, mythology, and art as essential to surviving any sort of “long emergency.”

Having gone through my own extensive traumas, including a brain injury microcosm of the societal macrocosm of having all structures forcefully and suddenly stripped away, I’ve long known the importance of cultivating and soothing the soul. Surrounding myself with (and creating my own) art, poetry, culinary delights and sacred spaces immediately transmuted the usual hellish experience of TBI into something mindful, beautiful and deep.

As a teenager, my mom went through multiple severe health crises that forced me to step up as parent to my siblings, house organizer for my dad, and emotional support system for everyone involved. That “long emergency” changed me in irrevocable ways and taught me early on that life as we know it can change in a heartbeat. Support structures we take for granted can disappear and not return unless we ourselves build suitable replacements. If we don’t step into our strength, we can easily drown in the torrents of change. My mom’s health crisis occurred on the physical, mental, emotional and spiritual planes. I saw my first demon during that time period and learned to walk protected among some incredibly dark agendas and intentions parading themselves as “helpers.”

As a scared fourteen-year-old pretending to be an atheist so no one would inquire about my inner life, I faced many Dark Nights of the Soul. I devoured ancient philosophy and classical literature, and my “atheist” teenage journals read like devotionals, with my own “hymns” of praise and cries for help as I tried to make sense of my little world gone mad. Those journals examine what it means to be human, how can we find meaning in the midst of chaos, and how do we burn in the fire to become the phoenix rising from its own ashes? I continued this obsession with appearances vs. Reality, alchemy and transmutation, and inner transitions through my college honors thesis on angels in “Paradise Lost,” into my graduate studies, and into the present day.

I’ve sometimes considered my need for beauty as a weakness; however, reading Carolyn Baker’s book, I realize that I just happen to be much more in touch with my soul than most. She explains why humans need to cultivate a strong inner life, and recognizes how the shift away from the inner life actually caused the biggest challenges we face today — whether from government, natural disasters, environmental destruction, economic crises or the seeming inability of the masses to recognize wolves in sheep’s clothing.

Carolyn underscored what part of me already knows: “My perceived weakness is, in truth, my greatest strength.” Recognizing that I need beauty as well as food from my garden; prioritizing ways to offer moments of joy and delight to the traumatized; following and cultivating advice from dreams and daydreams; understanding that my walks in Nature, sacred chants, creation of sacred spaces are truly, deeply necessary — that recognition is a gift, not a character weakness, because these are real, human, healthy needs whose value our dangerously ill society rejects or minimizes to its peril.

What was most troubling?

I initially felt so overwhelmed by the confirmations in this book that I needed to set it down for a few days. For decades, I’ve received premonitions of coming emergencies and the precariousness of our current way of life. I had premonitions before 9/11 and an immediate sense of a darker agenda than the commonly presented story — this at a time when I watched no news and followed no politics. I just knew it was a “false flag” even before I knew that concept or term. I also recognized the massive opening for transformation and growth. The most troubling part of “Navigating the Coming Chaos” is the recognition, in black and white print, that these “random intuitive instructions” I’ve received over the years “to prepare myself for the coming chaos” aren’t so random after all. I’m intrigued, comforted and completely freaked out that someone like Caroline Myss endorses this book, because on the one hand, that’s quite a validation. On the other hand, holy sh!t, that’s quite a validation.

My initial reading of the book also happened to occur when one of the “signs” I had been told would mark a clear indicator of the coming chaos occurred, namely, the shutting off of the EBT cards. That sign has presented itself to me so clearly for so long that I actually had made long-standing promises to myself that I would implement certain things if and when that sign ever occurred. We received a temporary reprieve with the “agreement,” although millions will still face food stamp cuts this coming November 1 because a non-renewed supplementary program expires on Halloween. I experienced the synchronous timing of the EBT failure “test” at the same time I began reading “Navigating the Coming Chaos” as further validation of my intuition and a major nudge to implement my own specific promises to myself in a timely manner.

Once I honored my need to set aside the book for a few days and simply garden, chant (bhakti yoga), paint with Runes, obtain certain supplies, sleep more (to cultivate dream guidance), and nurture myself, I began to experience relief. Point by point, I went through Chapter 1 and realized, “Hey, I’m already doing these things. I’ve been doing them for decades. I’m not crazy or eccentric for valuing such things. I receive excellent guidance through my intuition, prayer and synthesized abilities to intuit and to strategize. What Carolyn calls my ‘Internal Bunker’ is extremely well-stocked.”

While reading the book, I still experience waves of: “Crap! Someone else with an intelligent, intuitive and soulful background sees the same emergencies I do; that means we’re really facing emergencies; this isn’t just me being paranoid.” — but then I feel gratitude that someone else has created a toolkit and personal development guide for people with less well stocked “Internal Bunkers.” Ultimately, the more of us with tools and strength “to face the mess we’re in without going crazy” (to quote Joanna Macy), the better. Together, we can tap into our unique gifts and skills to create something extraordinarily good.

Do you have a favorite quote?

The Rumi poem at the beginning, and the quote from Plotkin’s “Soulcraft”:

“Nature has much to teach us in her vast classroom. You can acquire an entire education merely by observing carefully. But you must be patient and offer your attention, like a lizard stalking a fly. This takes skill, and practice. What you find in nature is what works. It wouldn’t be there if it didn’t. Boundless wisdom awaits.”

What do you intend to DO after reading the intro and chapter one — in the process of Inner Transition?

I intend to continue along my multi-pronged preparation path, which at this point, includes reaching out to local people and organizations to create as strong a community safety net as possible. Although not a focus of the intro and chapter one, these actions flow from long-term, very insistent intuitions, feelings and dream guidance I’ve received, in some cases since childhood, but at least for several years. I find that doing and following through on intuitive nudges results in relief and peace. I have also increased my studies of the Faery Realm, Old Ways, permaculture and magickal self defense.

At the very least, I will know that I have done all that I can do. Spirit, Mother Earth, the Unseen Realms and other humans can meet me halfway or not, but at least I know that I’m fulfilling my end of the bargain. That in itself brings me tremendous peace, comfort and a sense of purpose. I love what I’m learning, and I intend to enjoy the journey, whatever the destination.

Tom Lescher/Kaypacha ~ Astrology Forecast for June 5, 2013

Thanks, Toni! :)

“The intention is to take the Dream and bring it down to Reality.” This week’s report covers the Square between Pisces and Gemini, “the New Moon sowing the seed in the sign of Gemini,” a Grand Trine, Black Moon Lilith’s move from Gemini into Cancer, “squeezing twelve dimensions into three,” and how this energy initiates strong feelings and an outpouring of Truth. “Ready or not,” here comes the revolutionary change!

From Tom:

“It’s time for me to speak my truth,
Whether the world is ready to hear it,
I won’t know until I share it,
But I’ll die if I keep on stuffin’ it!

“Wow! So much busyness is happening with this New Moon coming up in Gemini! Hope you’re wrapping up the old stuff and getting ready for a new blast off! It’s time to pull out the barbeque, invite the neighbors over and share the joy. Wishing you the best of of all….aloha….”

Electra Jung ~Libra Full Moon – March 27, 2013: Do You Feel the Energy Shifting?

Today we have another guest post from the lovely Electra Jung, Master Astrologer at signsfromabove.net. Since some people may feel like today’s energies require additional support, at the bottom of this post, I’ve included a link to an article by Soren Dreier of Zen-Haven, called “The Void and Swim Soups.” Reminders from that article: “The Soup is: Ego. The Void is: Soul. … We often find ourselves in these voids through life, but they can only be perceived as voids if we somehow have engaged in soul searching, self-development, or in some manner have worked with ourselves on a conscious level. … [S]omehow we know that ‘void state of mind’ to be very healing, and maybe we really don’t know: that we´re home, really home in that void. No desire, no grand ego schemes, no attachment – just the silent pulse of being.”

You might want to keep that in the background as you read Electra’s report:

Electra Jung ~Libra Full Moon – March 27, 2013: Do You Feel the Energy Shifting?

The recent emphasis of 7 planets in Pisces was great for creativity, daydreams and spiritual pursuits… yet very frustrating for real progress in goals and accomplishments…

One important effect of this Piscean influence is that it takes away aspects of your life that you have identified with ­ property, possessions, opinions or relationships. It shows you that your existence does not depend upon being able to hold on to what the Ego Identifies as the Self.

Week after week the structures you counted on for security became uncertain… your job, lifestyle and key relationships were all out of focus…becoming uncertain. Your commitments to projects became overwhelming as fatigue and dis-interest began the introspective, you questioned if this was meant for you… or can there be something better.

As the Piscean energy increased your vibration lifted, bringing emotions to the surface and a desire for more meaningful experiences…a more spiritual life. You may have experienced living in a very different kind of reality…A gradual dawning in your awareness that things are not the same… you have been slowly changing, dissolving.

Now you are at a crossroads in life, in relationships and financial stability…and something’s got to give, something’s got to change… the answers lie within your heart and require a renewed spiritual development, a new understanding of your connection to all of humanity.

Libra Full Moon …Are you ready to find peace and balance in relationships?

We are in for a turning point this Wednesday morning … and the pressure is building… as this Libra Full Moon approaches.

This is the time to complete the circle of experience… with a transformative crisis which brings completion as the Moon reaches fullness opposite the Sun, Venus, Uranus and Mars…All in Aries… creating an insatiable desire for change, intense longing and unpredictable outbursts and behavior of passionate desire.

You have felt for weeks the coming emotional turmoil. New responsibilities have developed; further demands of our time and energy continue to appear just as you seem to have one crisis solved another appears.

Personal relationships are now are up for revitalization and renewal. Hopeless situations which have become painful setbacks are given a chance for a fresh start as Uranus electrifies and clears the air and express yourself more fully, with greater honesty.

The social conditioning of tradition no longer supports your authentic self. The Mars, Uranus combination support action and originality. Uranus quickens the evolutionary patterns and liberates you from restrictive social conditioning and at the same time the Moon opposes the Sun, Uranus, Mars and Venus bringing unique opportunities…and confrontations.

The Moon in Libra is about balance, harmony and creating equilibrium in your life through finding peace and harmony and the avoidance of conflict. Today and the next several days you deal with the issues of potential loss… the loss of support …both financial and emotional by others you once relied upon.

Moon indicates the time to begin an honest evaluation of your own hidden agenda within relationships and to discover where your blocks are preventing a true divine and trusting connection between you and those you love.

Along with this nerve-racking intensity comes Pluto, the God of Darkness and Transformation…

- *Mars square to Pluto* (power, obsession, possession, control). This leads to the immediate sense of emotional turmoil and mistrust. Insecurities are highlighted and low self-esteem issues are brought into direct experience.

“Changes may occur now, but they are more likely to be internal changes. Sometimes this energy relates to dealing with endings, crises, or other transformations in your personal life.”

We are now clearing out old psychological debris…the obsessive search for truth which leads to transition and restructuring of our thoughts and beliefs.

It has been a long and tumultuous path to this point of evolution and there is no turning back. You know this now and you know you can do this. The days ahead will provide the perfect situations to continue your Soul’s growth as your experience everything as the “experiencer” now beginning to master the experience.

Believe in yourself…believe in love and be open to receive. Remember, there is new energy flowing into our lives.

*”The purpose of relationships is not happiness, but transformation.”*

– Andrew Schneider

Another consideration during this Libra Full Moon is the “Cardinal T-square” and the powerful, earth-shaking force behind the line-up. With the Aries planets opposing the Libra Moon and apex Pluto in Capricorn is square the opposition…we have the perfect tension for earthquakes, volcanoes and warfare.

Always Loving Life,

Electra Jung
mobile (928) 451-1809
www.signsfromabove.net

[Laura here again: For those of you particularly struggling with the intensity of this Libra Full Moon, you might want to check out Soren Dreier’s article, “The Void … And Swim Soups.” Right on the mark!

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