There was a list of dates when Satanic rituals were performed and sceduled in 2016, CERN, and the Hindu religion/"holydays"/ was mentioned. - Are these like a calendar that one can expect similar things to happen every single year?
Awful, indeed, quote from that first link of yours.
"Ritual magic, are how the LHC is opening doors to other dimensions, claims the title of the video; when in reality it would take much more than one human sacrifice for the heads of CERN to open such portals."
I suspect even one human sacrifice like a key in a lock will open portals. I further think the ritual technique entailed make a difference. And training. The apprentice Satanist learning dark magick needs to be initiated into technique. Taught by one who knows.
On the other hand regardless of the technique I also suspect what is summoned and pressed into use fails.
From Paradise Lost by Milton-Satan’s third speech (242-270)
“The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.” (254-55)
===
The view that heaven and hell are states of mind was held by Amaury de Bene, a medieval heretic (burnt at the stake early in the 13th cent.) often cited in 17th cent. accounts of atheism. When Faustus asks where hell is, Mephostophilies first locates it in the centre of the sublunary, elemental part of the universe, then goes on to speak of it as the spiritual condition of those who are entirely separated from God:
“Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib’d
In one self place, but where we are is hell, And where hell is, there must we ever be; And, to be short, when all the world dissolves And every creature shall be purify’d,
All places shall be hell that is not heaven.” (Doctor Faustus, Sc. v, 122-7)
Good reply, thank you! - You remind me about Alec Newald's explanation of "loosh", the evil forces enjoy feeding upon people's suffering, that the evil forces themselves cause, by creating chaos; they are trying to influence people to do evil unto others,
As independent magical being arising from collective mind
Thought form of Charles Gounod's music, according to Annie Besant and C.W. Leadbeater in Thought Forms (1901)
Some authors seem to have merged the esoteric concept with the Enochian concept to arrive at an idea of "spiritual entities" that "feed off the thoughts and energy of a unified multitude", as the website Occultist.net described it, while nevertheless having more of a life of their own – their more specific features and powers will depend on the particular author. Kate Strong, writing for the newsletter "Know Thyself, Heal Thyself", described egregores as "symbols, ideas, or ideals that exist in the collective psyche of a group of people and are thought to have an autonomous existence". This usage seems to have come largely from the Meditations on the Tarot, as may be seen in the next section. The concept of a tulpa is similar, as Gary Lachman and Mark Stavish noted.
Wow, it is actually possible to talk to you and get a polite answer in return, thank. Hopefully you will not label me as mentally retarded when I say that I think it is strange that my mother used to call me "Gaien", the gay, which in English means happy. It took many years for me to even notice that "gay" is a homosexual as well, just like Marvin Gay or his very religious father therefor changed the family name into Gaye in stead. Gaia is earth. My American French Jewish, son of a "Preacher man", he called his dad, not "Rabbi" in New Jersey, who was very charming and funny, I really loved him, he made me and us all laugh a lot. He even made me dare singing Andrae Crouch's song "Jesus is Lord" for him, while my girlfriend laughed so much that I started blushing because he, the teacher, seemed to like it, and even "knipset" his fingers, keeping the beat, while smiling. He was not a believer, but very generous, graceful. He plays the saxophone, is an Entertainer, and very good in French. He left NJ because of all the violence there, decades ago, and went with his wife up to Nordland, where he has stayed ever since, only interrupted by visits to France.
Yes, I remember Phil Hunter and Jack talked about those "creatures" that can be created somehow, as a result of who we are, singular or plural, so that we can create monsters or even "angelic" beings, animals or what ever.. That was my own version. By the way, there was a psychic who was a gipsy/Romani, I think. Marcello Haugen (https://snl.no/Marcello_Haugen) who one day arrived at a farm in Norway, and while walking toward that farmhouse on the road all of the animals started making noise, barking, (bjeffe, grynte; pigs, raute, cows), and when the farmers asked him why, "what is going on", he just said: "They can just see who is following me, my company", meaning his invisible company, who or what ever they were. Bob Dylan sings: "You know news of you have come... even before you walked in the door", in "Sweeetheart". Thanks for your explanations.
The forum exists to converse as if in the all night cafe in old Vienna or Prague. I am monolingual. I am quite interested in other adjacent dimensions. I read a great book by a Danish writer Anker Larsen, "With the Door Open" talking about his encounter with the spiritual world. I am very hard of hearing since childhood-air rifles with mud were shot into my ears by neighbor kids in PA. I read quite a few French writers in translation. I used to read mostly English writers not in translation. I read other non-English writers from the Continent and elsewhere. So many working hypotheses and here I stand at the end of Western Civilization at land's end facing the Pacific thinking thoughts out of season like Robinson Jeffers in his poem Night Without Sleep.
The world's as the world is; the nations rearm and prepare to
change; the age of tyrants returns;
The greatest civilization that has ever existed builds itself higher
towers on breaking foundations.
Recurrent episodes; they were determined when the ape's children
first ran in packs, chipped flint to an edge.
I lie and hear dark rain beat the roof, and the blind wind.
In the morning perhaps
I shall find strength again
To value the immense beauty of this time of the world, the flowers
of decay their pitiful loveliness, the fever-dream
Tapestries that back the drama and are called the future. This
ebb of vitality feels the ignoble and cruel
Incidents, not the vast abstract order.
I lie and hear dark rain beat
the roof, and the night-blind wind.
In the Ventana country darkness and rain and the roar of waters
fill the deep mountain-throats.
The creekside shelf of sand where we lay last August under a slip of stars,
And firelight played on the leaning gorge-walls, is drowned and
lost. The deer of the country huddle on a ridge
In a close herd under madrone-trees; they tremble when a rockslide
goes down, they open great darkness-
Drinking eyes and press closer.
Cataracts of rock
Rain down the mountain from cliff to cliff and torment the
stream-bed. The stream deals with them. The laurels are wounded,
Redwoods go down with their earth and lie thwart the gorge. I
hear the torrent boulders battering each other,
I feel the flesh of the mountain move on its bones in the wet
darkness.
Is this more beautiful
Than man's disasters? These wounds will heal in their time; so
will humanity's. This is more beautiful ... at night . . .
Thanksgiving Day in "The Land of the Free". Hooray for our team. Yeah, like the feds? On August 8, 2016, two days after attending my niece's wedding; I was assaulted by a fed fusion Taskforce, by means of an effectually unmarked Border Patrol/DH$ helicopter which made two passes over my rural home at approximately 120 feet altitude and within 90 feet, lineally, of my humble country home.
Today, 11-24-2022, my Thanksgiving took on an entirely different renewed tradition which had been arrested on the previously cited date. Out at the homestead, there was a bit of work cleaning a copse of mixed tree species, three of them which get a bit weedy over time and also a dying off of all three of those clustering species. So with a small electric chainsaw, donated by a wonderful friend many months ago, I cleaned up a bit more of the mess which had exacerbated since that first cited date.
Yeah, just calculated tonight that my first infusion from our Great Green Goddess and her transitive herbal remedy for problems physical, mental and spiritual...a true Trinity...happened TODAY. Yes, I medicated in all three function affecters for the first time in 1,382 days. Just got off fed probation last week. A couple friends dropped by within the next few days. Just yesterday, the second one to arrive brought me a couple of small, humble instruments to use in imbibing the agency. That evening, after another engagement at the homestead, just did not present the correct vibe for such a momentous occasion.
Numerologically, the 1,382 days transmute into a five. Today, being the fourth day of Saggitarius, in the year 44 Anno Eros (my personal calendar adopted subsequent pilgrimage to Stonehenge on the eve of the Vernal Equinox). That date for me was the last day of Pisces in the Roman calendrical year of 1979, curiously an 8 year. The very next day, being the Vernal Equinox, during which day I hitchhiked to London Town and located a bed and breakfast in the Russell Square neighborhood for four Pounds the night; then was One Aries, One Anno Eros.
Product of the drawing into my nasal passages, but not through them and also into the soft-palate, but not the lungs, that purple powered presence of Real-Eye-Zation once again of being within the presence and the presents of the present.
---Seeing through a different set of eyes.
---Enhancement of FEELING
---Drawing on the Right side of the Brain
---Expansion of the Attention Zone
For all of those presents that returned my being to again more fully living in the present, I am most thankful to two wonderful friends and also for the sunny, above zero F. day where those first puffs were both lightening and enlightening out there on the humble homestead on Echo Ridge.
That 1,382 day unintended withdrawal from engaging with the most efficacious pain reliever and mental sharpener (for some of us, anyway) provided a mental fulcrum of sorts, by the distance of that cacophony of days allowed for an unusual perspective which may never have occurred had I not been unmolested in a gun-control and cannabis suppression scheme by a concerted effort by taxpayer supported parasites seeking a more headlining splash than they actually achieved, likely even providing designated martyrs calculated to have widespread reverberations via the Mass Media of Misinformation and general Mindfuckery.
So I can say that perhaps they went off half-cocked or as Robby Burns would have it: "The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley and leave us naught but grief and toil for promised joy".
A "trip with Alice through Wonderland" indeed. Further along in the text of today's focus: "This closing of the moon cycle in Saggitarius provided an excellent opportunity for making a fresh start or starting a new project".
The above take from the Esoteric Evolution congruently segued into my own fresh start with a few puffs up there on Echo Ridge just this afternoon. Considering the larger picture via the unity of vision inspired a few thought-words while reading this blog: "Heaven: When your spirit-consciousness combines with that of a star...a marriage.
No Heel Stone...to the best of my knowledge. There is, though, an Elemental in rock form nestling under a Black Hills spruce.
Do also have this black rock...more of a stone, really. Seems to be a basalt, shot somewhat with quartz. Quite dense. Dimensionally, its about 4x3x2...nice progression. Very flat bottom which would make a perfect mold for a child's moccasin. Several finger holds on this very smooth piece.
That type of rock does not grow in this part of the world. It was found in October of '74, close to a RR track of the Great Northern and was immediately beneath a low bluff, with Pike Bay of Cass Lake down below.
Cass Lake is noted for having an island with a small lake inside it. It's called "Star Island".
Most probably that site was last occupied as a council bluff by Lakota people who were driven out of the area in the early 1700's by Ojibwa who had superior naval force (birchbark canoes) and artillery, flintlock rifles from the Coereur de Bois fur traders.
Don't know about Mishkan...though the sound of it could easily be Ojibwa, but probably isn't.
The ceremony from Switzerland was disgusting. Very "animating". Will the Goat-man, Pan, or what is his name, return and make the ones who are yet not, into trolls? They sure looked like that.
Do you do natal charts? Just curious as I would like a better reading of mine...
Jack, naturally mainstream sources deny this video is real. However, based on above, I think not. https://christianjournal.net/turning-point/cern-satanic-ritual-sacrifice-video-leaked/
And also of interest: https://newspunch.com/source-of-cern-sacrifice-video-found-dead/
Yes the Occult aspects of modernity long submerged are rising like the City of Dis. Jack Parsons would understand. Possibly Yeats would also.
There was a list of dates when Satanic rituals were performed and sceduled in 2016, CERN, and the Hindu religion/"holydays"/ was mentioned. - Are these like a calendar that one can expect similar things to happen every single year?
Awful, indeed, quote from that first link of yours.
"Ritual magic, are how the LHC is opening doors to other dimensions, claims the title of the video; when in reality it would take much more than one human sacrifice for the heads of CERN to open such portals."
I suspect even one human sacrifice like a key in a lock will open portals. I further think the ritual technique entailed make a difference. And training. The apprentice Satanist learning dark magick needs to be initiated into technique. Taught by one who knows.
On the other hand regardless of the technique I also suspect what is summoned and pressed into use fails.
From Paradise Lost by Milton-Satan’s third speech (242-270)
“The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.” (254-55)
===
The view that heaven and hell are states of mind was held by Amaury de Bene, a medieval heretic (burnt at the stake early in the 13th cent.) often cited in 17th cent. accounts of atheism. When Faustus asks where hell is, Mephostophilies first locates it in the centre of the sublunary, elemental part of the universe, then goes on to speak of it as the spiritual condition of those who are entirely separated from God:
“Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib’d
In one self place, but where we are is hell, And where hell is, there must we ever be; And, to be short, when all the world dissolves And every creature shall be purify’d,
All places shall be hell that is not heaven.” (Doctor Faustus, Sc. v, 122-7)
======
Good reply, thank you! - You remind me about Alec Newald's explanation of "loosh", the evil forces enjoy feeding upon people's suffering, that the evil forces themselves cause, by creating chaos; they are trying to influence people to do evil unto others,
Free floating psychosis. https://www.wikiwand.com/en/Egregore
As independent magical being arising from collective mind
Thought form of Charles Gounod's music, according to Annie Besant and C.W. Leadbeater in Thought Forms (1901)
Some authors seem to have merged the esoteric concept with the Enochian concept to arrive at an idea of "spiritual entities" that "feed off the thoughts and energy of a unified multitude", as the website Occultist.net described it, while nevertheless having more of a life of their own – their more specific features and powers will depend on the particular author. Kate Strong, writing for the newsletter "Know Thyself, Heal Thyself", described egregores as "symbols, ideas, or ideals that exist in the collective psyche of a group of people and are thought to have an autonomous existence". This usage seems to have come largely from the Meditations on the Tarot, as may be seen in the next section. The concept of a tulpa is similar, as Gary Lachman and Mark Stavish noted.
Wow, it is actually possible to talk to you and get a polite answer in return, thank. Hopefully you will not label me as mentally retarded when I say that I think it is strange that my mother used to call me "Gaien", the gay, which in English means happy. It took many years for me to even notice that "gay" is a homosexual as well, just like Marvin Gay or his very religious father therefor changed the family name into Gaye in stead. Gaia is earth. My American French Jewish, son of a "Preacher man", he called his dad, not "Rabbi" in New Jersey, who was very charming and funny, I really loved him, he made me and us all laugh a lot. He even made me dare singing Andrae Crouch's song "Jesus is Lord" for him, while my girlfriend laughed so much that I started blushing because he, the teacher, seemed to like it, and even "knipset" his fingers, keeping the beat, while smiling. He was not a believer, but very generous, graceful. He plays the saxophone, is an Entertainer, and very good in French. He left NJ because of all the violence there, decades ago, and went with his wife up to Nordland, where he has stayed ever since, only interrupted by visits to France.
Yes, I remember Phil Hunter and Jack talked about those "creatures" that can be created somehow, as a result of who we are, singular or plural, so that we can create monsters or even "angelic" beings, animals or what ever.. That was my own version. By the way, there was a psychic who was a gipsy/Romani, I think. Marcello Haugen (https://snl.no/Marcello_Haugen) who one day arrived at a farm in Norway, and while walking toward that farmhouse on the road all of the animals started making noise, barking, (bjeffe, grynte; pigs, raute, cows), and when the farmers asked him why, "what is going on", he just said: "They can just see who is following me, my company", meaning his invisible company, who or what ever they were. Bob Dylan sings: "You know news of you have come... even before you walked in the door", in "Sweeetheart". Thanks for your explanations.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2mE80miKdk
Forgot to say my teacher gave me a French name: Renee.
The forum exists to converse as if in the all night cafe in old Vienna or Prague. I am monolingual. I am quite interested in other adjacent dimensions. I read a great book by a Danish writer Anker Larsen, "With the Door Open" talking about his encounter with the spiritual world. I am very hard of hearing since childhood-air rifles with mud were shot into my ears by neighbor kids in PA. I read quite a few French writers in translation. I used to read mostly English writers not in translation. I read other non-English writers from the Continent and elsewhere. So many working hypotheses and here I stand at the end of Western Civilization at land's end facing the Pacific thinking thoughts out of season like Robinson Jeffers in his poem Night Without Sleep.
The world's as the world is; the nations rearm and prepare to
change; the age of tyrants returns;
The greatest civilization that has ever existed builds itself higher
towers on breaking foundations.
Recurrent episodes; they were determined when the ape's children
first ran in packs, chipped flint to an edge.
I lie and hear dark rain beat the roof, and the blind wind.
In the morning perhaps
I shall find strength again
To value the immense beauty of this time of the world, the flowers
of decay their pitiful loveliness, the fever-dream
Tapestries that back the drama and are called the future. This
ebb of vitality feels the ignoble and cruel
Incidents, not the vast abstract order.
I lie and hear dark rain beat
the roof, and the night-blind wind.
In the Ventana country darkness and rain and the roar of waters
fill the deep mountain-throats.
The creekside shelf of sand where we lay last August under a slip of stars,
And firelight played on the leaning gorge-walls, is drowned and
lost. The deer of the country huddle on a ridge
In a close herd under madrone-trees; they tremble when a rockslide
goes down, they open great darkness-
Drinking eyes and press closer.
Cataracts of rock
Rain down the mountain from cliff to cliff and torment the
stream-bed. The stream deals with them. The laurels are wounded,
Redwoods go down with their earth and lie thwart the gorge. I
hear the torrent boulders battering each other,
I feel the flesh of the mountain move on its bones in the wet
darkness.
Is this more beautiful
Than man's disasters? These wounds will heal in their time; so
will humanity's. This is more beautiful ... at night . . .
Thanksgiving Day in "The Land of the Free". Hooray for our team. Yeah, like the feds? On August 8, 2016, two days after attending my niece's wedding; I was assaulted by a fed fusion Taskforce, by means of an effectually unmarked Border Patrol/DH$ helicopter which made two passes over my rural home at approximately 120 feet altitude and within 90 feet, lineally, of my humble country home.
Today, 11-24-2022, my Thanksgiving took on an entirely different renewed tradition which had been arrested on the previously cited date. Out at the homestead, there was a bit of work cleaning a copse of mixed tree species, three of them which get a bit weedy over time and also a dying off of all three of those clustering species. So with a small electric chainsaw, donated by a wonderful friend many months ago, I cleaned up a bit more of the mess which had exacerbated since that first cited date.
Yeah, just calculated tonight that my first infusion from our Great Green Goddess and her transitive herbal remedy for problems physical, mental and spiritual...a true Trinity...happened TODAY. Yes, I medicated in all three function affecters for the first time in 1,382 days. Just got off fed probation last week. A couple friends dropped by within the next few days. Just yesterday, the second one to arrive brought me a couple of small, humble instruments to use in imbibing the agency. That evening, after another engagement at the homestead, just did not present the correct vibe for such a momentous occasion.
Numerologically, the 1,382 days transmute into a five. Today, being the fourth day of Saggitarius, in the year 44 Anno Eros (my personal calendar adopted subsequent pilgrimage to Stonehenge on the eve of the Vernal Equinox). That date for me was the last day of Pisces in the Roman calendrical year of 1979, curiously an 8 year. The very next day, being the Vernal Equinox, during which day I hitchhiked to London Town and located a bed and breakfast in the Russell Square neighborhood for four Pounds the night; then was One Aries, One Anno Eros.
Product of the drawing into my nasal passages, but not through them and also into the soft-palate, but not the lungs, that purple powered presence of Real-Eye-Zation once again of being within the presence and the presents of the present.
---Seeing through a different set of eyes.
---Enhancement of FEELING
---Drawing on the Right side of the Brain
---Expansion of the Attention Zone
For all of those presents that returned my being to again more fully living in the present, I am most thankful to two wonderful friends and also for the sunny, above zero F. day where those first puffs were both lightening and enlightening out there on the humble homestead on Echo Ridge.
That 1,382 day unintended withdrawal from engaging with the most efficacious pain reliever and mental sharpener (for some of us, anyway) provided a mental fulcrum of sorts, by the distance of that cacophony of days allowed for an unusual perspective which may never have occurred had I not been unmolested in a gun-control and cannabis suppression scheme by a concerted effort by taxpayer supported parasites seeking a more headlining splash than they actually achieved, likely even providing designated martyrs calculated to have widespread reverberations via the Mass Media of Misinformation and general Mindfuckery.
So I can say that perhaps they went off half-cocked or as Robby Burns would have it: "The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley and leave us naught but grief and toil for promised joy".
A "trip with Alice through Wonderland" indeed. Further along in the text of today's focus: "This closing of the moon cycle in Saggitarius provided an excellent opportunity for making a fresh start or starting a new project".
The above take from the Esoteric Evolution congruently segued into my own fresh start with a few puffs up there on Echo Ridge just this afternoon. Considering the larger picture via the unity of vision inspired a few thought-words while reading this blog: "Heaven: When your spirit-consciousness combines with that of a star...a marriage.
No Heel Stone...to the best of my knowledge. There is, though, an Elemental in rock form nestling under a Black Hills spruce.
Do also have this black rock...more of a stone, really. Seems to be a basalt, shot somewhat with quartz. Quite dense. Dimensionally, its about 4x3x2...nice progression. Very flat bottom which would make a perfect mold for a child's moccasin. Several finger holds on this very smooth piece.
That type of rock does not grow in this part of the world. It was found in October of '74, close to a RR track of the Great Northern and was immediately beneath a low bluff, with Pike Bay of Cass Lake down below.
Cass Lake is noted for having an island with a small lake inside it. It's called "Star Island".
Most probably that site was last occupied as a council bluff by Lakota people who were driven out of the area in the early 1700's by Ojibwa who had superior naval force (birchbark canoes) and artillery, flintlock rifles from the Coereur de Bois fur traders.
Don't know about Mishkan...though the sound of it could easily be Ojibwa, but probably isn't.
Who is the white rabbi/t, that all need to chase, only a white Rabbi/t with "rabies" can take you there!??
This black hole "thing" just won't go away...BLACK ELOHIM(ʾĔlōah)/ELOH (HOLE)?
Reminds me of the Avengers movie, a portal is opened in NY I think (Big Apple)
The Avengers (2012) : Portal Opens
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9bNkQndkNw
Elon Musk / Tony Stark
Stark tower is hit (Elon Musk/LONE SCUM), and all the trouble pours out of the portal...Yeah, twatter thing is not just another koinkidence.....
Controlled demolition and hostage situation this is what we have here...
Who are the hostages?
The real Souls, trapped in this circle of neverending insanity under the rule of LAW/WAL/WALL
PLANET PLAN/NET /E>T>-PLAN EARTH-HEART-they want your true brain, your Heart/Soul
The heART creates ART, all that is beautiful and touches your light Body transcends the Real you Towards the Star where all we truly belong...HOME
"Home is where the heart is" ...
Can Ragnarök be controlled, and steered in the desired way?
Answer...maybe and that is a BIG maybe, but one thing is sure they will give an "honest try" to do just that.
Agreed...
We could probably write a book on just this one Word. Happens to me, all the time, and I need to force myself to stop LOL.
One more Rabbit ..Rabbi/IT -IT/THING/They Live
rabbi Literally, ‘my master’:
So Loki is on to something, so to speak...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXG17J12ft0&list=RDMM&index=2
Queensryche - NM156 According to AI (Lyrics)
The Warning (1984)
Queensrÿche
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIYOOoULBpQ/TmTj_woTnLI/AAAAAAAAAes/V3rQhenxn88/s1600/the+warning+front.jpg
The ceremony from Switzerland was disgusting. Very "animating". Will the Goat-man, Pan, or what is his name, return and make the ones who are yet not, into trolls? They sure looked like that.