Saturday 29 February 2020

SATURDAY SESSIONS # 36






I drop into a charity shop and snoop around a bit, hoping I might find something on the cheap for Lucy, you know, just as a gesture of my appreciation. I browse through the bookshelves and what do I see before me but a book called the Illustrated I Ching!  I know what Lucy is going to say, the first thing she's going to say is that there's no such thing as a co-incidence. There are only synchronicities. I leaf through the book, which is in good condition and which, indeed, is beautifully illustrated with Chinese paintings and calligraphy. A snip for five euro.                                                                   
'Is this the one?' asks Lucy an hour later, pointing at the hexagram under the number twelve.   
'That's the one!'                                                                                                                               
'And that's the other one! Right? '                                                                                                   
Her finger was now below hexagram twenty-five.                                                                       
'That's it! That's the one!'                                                                                                 
'This is absolutely amazing!' she whispered excitedly. 'I mean, that you could come back from Lemuria with so much detail!'                                                                                         
'So, what are we looking at here?'

                                   
                                                                                               
'We have to check the back of the book for a description of the changing lines, page one five four...there it is...line one...OK. I'll read it out to you. Are you ready?'                                   
'Ready!'                                                                                                                             
'Stagnation!'                                                                                                                                 
'Ha! That's what they said. Standstill. Same thing!'                                                                             
'I know! Isn't it great? Ha-ha!'                                                                                                     
'Which, the stagnation or the standstill? Just kidding.  Keep going, Lucy! What else does it say?'   
'It says that there is no advantage, no growth, even to persons of exceptional character and virtue. Any useful ideas or insights are met with apathy or rejection. The atmosphere of your environment is unreceptive, even to altruistic and unselfish energies on your part...The political and social environment becomes corrupt...people are filled with mistrust...do not even attempt to influence others as this is not possible...Do not compromise your principles...'                                       
'That's what they told me! I had to be true to myself. Follow my joy.'                                           
'Do not be tempted by promises of reward or extravagant remunerations in return for your participation in a stagnant situation. The cost to your integrity will be high.'                               
'OK. Interesting. Does it advise me what I should do to stay out of trouble? I mean, apart from following my joy?'                                                                                                             
'Well, self-reliance, it says here, but also removing yourself from stagnation. Resigning. Could that be leaving your job in Atlantis?'                                                                                                     
'My job? My job there is anything but stagnant! There's a lot I can do. I need to make lots of changes, Lucy, recommendations, at the very least. Once the media in Atlantis get wind of how I think, they'll print anything I say. Why would I resign?'                                                                                     
'But the media are all behind the establishment. They're run by the establishment, aren't they? Why would the media rock the boat if it threatens their advertising revenue, their very bread and butter?'
'Don't forget the caviar. News, Lucy! They'll do it for news. News means ratings, ratings means ads and ads mean money. Of course they'll put their own spin on it, but at least everything will get an airing. That's it! Stagnation, like stagnant air or a water. The whole of the society is like stagnant, toxic, bacteria-ridden water. Would you not say that's what the standstill thing is about?'       
'Hmm. Not sure. Let's have a look at your moving line. Line one, wasn't it? The bottom? ...When ribbon grass is pulled up, the sod comes with it... This would indicate a radical move, leading to success...you take others along with you... but only as long as you follow your intuition...If it is not possible to change or influence the current environment while retaining your integrity, withdraw promptly and completely. Your sympathisers may also leave with you...There it is!... Well, that looks pretty straightforward to me. Get out while you can? Get out while you can!'                         
'What? Leave the job? Why should I? It makes no sense!'                                                             
'All right, now we've got to look at number twenty-five. We just need to read over the so-called Judgement. Here, the three straight lines of the gua are above, The Creative, heaven, and the two broken lines with the straight line in the bottom half is The Arousing, thunder - remember that your moving line from hexagram twelve, which is broken, becomes a straight line and forms a new trigram and hence a new hexagram or gua.'                                                                      
'Jesus, Lucy, you're getting to be as arcane as the lads in Lemuria!'                                           
'Sorry!  I'm working it out for myself as I go along...I used to consult it as an oracle, using yarrow stalks...still a bit rusty... haven't done it for yonks. Anyway, ignore what I've just said, don't worry about understanding it. Just go with the flow for the moment.  OK?  I'll just see what else is there here, yes....Do not aspire to be rewarded...follow your heart...do not seek personal advancement...seek spontaneity, not security...'                                                                       
'Shall we start?'                                                                                           
'OK! Let's get on with it! Make yourself comfortable. I'll just put on the music! This is exciting! Ha-ha! I can't wait for the next episode!' 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             
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Saturday 22 February 2020

SATURDAY SESSIONS # 35



                             
Lemuria was remembered by the Romans. Their oldest ceremony was on 9th, 11th and 13th May, which they celebrated like Hallowe'en. The idea was to make peace with any restless spirits who had died violently or prematurely. These souls were accompanied by those of an ancestral people who had perished tragically in a flood. The Flood!  Romulus and Remus were Lemurians, it says here!

Small effigies of the deceased were tossed into the Tiber... oh, that's sweet.... the effigies were called lemures. They had large, glowing eyes. Hence the name given to the monkeys of Madagascar...The word lemures means ghosts in Latin....                                                                                             

Oh, I'm tired.  Focus, Jordan, focus.... Nan Madol... Nan Madol, tiny, wet, jungle island... another speck in the ocean!... sea-lanes and trading routes... thousands of miles away...the island has blocks that are heavier than those of the great Pyramid!... many of them up to twenty-five tonnes in weight and elevated to twenty metres. Here we go again!... sixty-tonne boulder lifted onto a platform...two-hundred million metric tonnes of stone!... Some of the walls are four metres thick... no keystones,  no arches, just lintels over doorway...no statues, no petroglyphs, no tools, no weapons found on this island overgrown by the jungle...plenty of basalt, though...artificial lakes...stone-lined canals...described as the Venice of the Pacific!...tunnels everywhere!... Why? ...                           

Tesla discovered that our planet pulsates with an electric current in the Extra Low Frequency range. 10 Hz of ELF beams bounced off the ionosphere, atmosphere's highest layer, to initiate electron resonance 70 miles up and generate dielectric breakdown over storm clouds... shorting out their electromagnetic core and diffusing their energy.... The same electromagnetic circuits are found in severe thunderstorms...The ancients believed this could stop hurricanes before they form! ...similar Mirror Force technology carried out at the HAARP weather-modifying centre in Alaska.... HAARP!...dodgy, very dodgy...                                                                                                             

Nan Madol was a power centre to neutralize typhoons! Typhoons plague the Pacific with devastating effect...The typhoon would interface with millions of tons of magnetised basalt...Nan Madol was like a positive/negative battery...Wow!...The storm was shorted out by the mutual exchange of positive and negative electrical forces turning the typhoon into rain!..                                                              

So, Jordan. Nan Madol was a weather modification project designed to prevent tropical storms from becoming typhoons! Why? Here it is....                                                                                             

The Banaue Terraces of Luzon in the Philippines...Terraced rice plateaus, 49,400 acres along the Cordillera mountain range.... If laid end to end, the paddy fields would form a line half way round the earth!... Ha?!....50% or so still exists...And to think I'd never heard of them!... The rice fed all of the Lemurian refugees at some later stage in their post-Flood history when they needed to eat again like we do...The electric eels in the artificial lakes jumped the spark and initiated the electromagnetic process!... That is the reason for 92 artificial islets at Nan Madol... ...On the tiny island of Farulep, they used a numerical system in ancient times that expanded to 60,000,000...Wow!...Why? 

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It says here that the stones could be easily levitated because they resonated at the frequency of gravity! Hurray! That's what Zol said! That's how the blocks lose their weight!... Theoretically possible in modern physics...                                                                                                          
So how did the weather thing work?... Blinding arcs of energy flashed from sea to sky, causing a short in the storm's electromagnetic core... Cool!... So agriculture was saved by science... But where did all that basalt come from?  Why, from Lemuria, of course! Before it sank!  They knew in advance there would be a catastrophe. They were preparing for the worst!  They even emigrated to Bolivia. Tiahuanaco was built in a single night according to folk-legend there. After the Flood. Other Lemurians fled to India...                                                                                                                     

The following morning, I am still in good time for my session with Lucy, so I wander around the streets just enjoying the moment. All of this will continue uninterrupted after my death, the traffic, the shops, the shoppers. I will be completely forgotten. Well, what I mean is, my life won't have mattered. My death won't have changed a single thing here. Not a thing. Forgotten is interesting, though. Forgotten by whom?  If I went away for a month, the shopkeepers would have already forgotten what I look like, even the neighbours for that matter. They'd have forgotten me in a month. Eventually, Cathy would get on with her life and forget me. Well, most of the time, anyway.  Maria and Jason have already forgotten me, more or less. Jason, certainly. I haven't heard from him in years. But it's best that way. Really. It's best not to let them know. Best to be just forgotten. Everybody else I know who went before me has already been forgotten.  That's the way things are. It's a fact of life, Jordan. Deal with it.                                 



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Saturday 15 February 2020

SATURDAY SESSIONS # 34



                         

She was right! The I Ching! The grid on the wall. The ancient Chinese Book of Changes...origin unknown...The straight lines were Yang and the broken lines, Yin...Hmm... Here it is!...Shao Yong's sequence of the hexagrams of the I Ching!... The very one!  The first six silver lines of the chessboard on the Temple wall were all straight, I remember that, and the last square was blue, lapis lazuli, all blue broken lines!... That's exactly what it looked like! ... Ha, look at this: the hexagrams correspond to the binary system of mathematics used in computers...17th century German mathematician, Leibniz, who was familiar with the I Ching, developed the binary system in the West...Numbers are the basis of all existence, he said...                                                                                                      
But of course! The Book of Changes! Everything changes except the first Five Laws! Could ShaoYong's sequence be the key to change? And if so, could it be a way of predicting the future? Now there's a thought...Nonsense, what am I talking about? There is no future.  Illusions...  Let's check out Easter Island...                                                                                                                 
Rapa Nui, to give it its real name, great Land of the Sun God, the most remote and isolated place on Earth...nearest dry land,  Pitcairn Island... 2000 kms away... South America is 4000 kms away... more than one thousand statues have been identified in Rapa Nui...the giant moai or Easter Island statues...The result of the interaction between Lemurians and the native warriors!...The Lemurians pretended it was the gods that moved the statues... It was the only way they could get through to the natives... natives shifted their focus from conflict to co-operation...hurray!... statues like this are found as far away as Tiahuanaco in Bolivia...                                                                            
Lemuria is known in Rapa Nui as Hiva, a land of Temples, roads, stone gateways, ceremonial plazas and a dense population...a land of abundance.... Rapa Nui is the last remnant!...Wuow!...The Pyramids were created in the same way!...the average moai weighs 14 tons... three feet to 37 feet long ...98 tons...A sixty-eight-footer lies unfinished in its quarry in the crater of a volcano....completed, it would have weighed 200 tonnes!...                                                                                                  
What on earth were the Lemurians doing there? Wait... It was after the Flood, it says here...After Lemuria had sunk!... Lemuria was symbolised by a tree, the tree of life, one of Lemuria's names. The capital of Lemuria was Ramu, now Hawaii...conflict between Atlantis and Rama, now known as India, as seen in the Ramayana.... The Mahabarata  has accounts of science fiction-style vimana or spacecraft, flying saucers, double-decker cylindrical airplanes with portholes and a dome  flying at the speed of wind  and giving forth a melodious sound... fireballs that could reduce 50,000 men to ashes in seconds....Jesus!....A whole 230 stanzas of Sumara Sutradhara  dealing with every possible angle of air travel in a vimana ... including avoidance of collision with birds!...                              
The Vimanika Shastra is a manual dealing with the operation of these vimanas, the steering, the long-haul flight precautions, the protection from lightning and the switch from source force to solar energy... anti-gravity... they took off vertically and could hover, like a chopper.... there were vimana landing pads in Baalbek, Rapa Nui, etc....Phew!...Let's see what it says about the Atlantis connection...                                                                                                                      
Atlantis had become a patriarchal, warlike culture... The Lemurians kept in touch with the Intergalactic Brotherhood, beings from Sirius, Venus, Orion, Andromeda, Arcturus, Pleiades and Alpha Centauri...They introduced farming to Atlantis when they peacefully colonised it...Yes, that's true, peacefully, I can vouch for that!... Lemuria spread over much of the Pacific Ocean from South America to Japan...the whole of the Pacific culture has the word ra in it...Ancient Greek historian, Strabo, claimed it was located 21 days' sail from the southern tip of India...Hmm...           
Lemuria was remembered by the Romans. Their oldest ceremony was on 9th, 11th and 13th May, which they celebrated like Hallowe'en. The idea was to make peace with any restless spirits who had died violently or prematurely. These souls were accompanied by those of an ancestral people who had perished tragically in a flood. The Flood!  Romulus and Remus were Lemurians, it says here!  Small effigies of the deceased were tossed into the Tiber... oh, that's sweet.... the effigies were called lemures. They had large, glowing eyes. Hence the name given to the monkeys of Madagascar...The word lemures means 'ghosts' in Latin....                                                                                             
I'm tired.  Focus, Jordan, focus.... Nan Madol... Nan Madol, tiny, wet, jungle island... another speck in the ocean!... sea-lanes and trading routes... thousands of miles away...the island has blocks that are heavier than those of the great Pyramid!... many of them up to twenty-five tonnes in weight and elevated to twenty metres. Here we go again!... sixty-tonne boulder lifted onto a platform...two-hundred million metric tonnes of stone!... Some of the walls are four metres thick... no keystones,  no arches, just lintels over doorway...no statues , no petroglyphs, no tools, no weapons found on this island overgrown by the jungle...plenty of basalt, though...artificial lakes...stone-lined canals...described as the Venice of the Pacific!...tunnels everywhere!... Why? ...                         
Tesla discovered that our planet pulsates with an electric current in the Extra Low Frequency range. 10 Hz of ELF beams bounced off the ionosphere, atmosphere's highest layer, to initiate electron resonance 70 miles up and generate dielectric breakdown over storm clouds... shorting out their electromagnetic core and diffusing their energy.... The same electromagnetic circuits are found in severe thunderstorms...The ancients believed this could stop hurricanes before they form! ...similar Mirror Force technology carried out at the HAARP weather-modifying centre in Alaska.... HAARP!...dodgy, very dodgy...                                                                                                     
Nan Madol was a power centre to neutralize typhoons! Typhoons plague the Pacific with devastating effect...The typhoon would interface with millions of tons of magnetised basalt... Nan Madol was like a positive/negative battery...Wow!... The storm was shorted out by the mutual exchange of positive and negative electrical forces turning the typhoon into rain!..                                                            
So, Jordan.  Nan Madol was a weather modification project designed to prevent tropical storms from becoming typhoons! Why? Here it is....                                                                            
The Banaue Terraces of Luzon in the Philippines...Terraced rice plateaus, 49,400 acres along the Cordillera mountain range.... If laid end to end, the paddy fields would form a line half way round the earth!... Ha?!....50% or so still exists...And to think I never heard of them!... The rice fed all of the Lemurian refugees at some later stage in their post-Flood history when they needed to eat again like we do...The electric eels in the artificial lakes jumped the spark and initiated the electromagnetic process!... That is the reason for 92 artificial islets at Nan Madol... ...On the tiny island of Farulep, they used a numerical system in ancient times that expanded to 60,000,000...Wow!...Why?           
It says here that the stones could be easily levitated because they resonated at the frequency of gravity! Hurray! That's what Zol said! That's how the blocks lose their weight!... Theoretically possible in modern physics...                                                                                                        
So how did the weather thing work?... Blinding arcs of energy flashed from sea to sky, causing a short in the storm's electromagnetic core... Cool!... So agriculture was saved by science... But where did all that basalt come from?  Why, from Lemuria, of course! Before it sank!  They knew in advance there would be a catastrophe. They were preparing for the worst!  They even emigrated to Bolivia. Tiahuanaco was built in a single night according to folk-legend there.  After the Flood.  Other Lemurians fled to India...    


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