“A true vocation requires shedding anything that would impede or obscure the call. A true pilgrimage requires letting go of the very things most people try to hold onto. In seeking after what the soul desires we become pilgrims with no home but the path the soul would have us follow. As the old proverb says, “Before you begin the journey, you own the journey. Once you have begun, the journey owns you.” After all, what good is a dream that doesn’t test the mettle of the dreamer? What good is a path that doesn’t carry us to the edge of our capacity and then beyond that place? A true calling involves a great exposure before it can become a genuine refuge.”
“The problem in most situations is not a lack of calling; but a fear of responding to the call. Besides the issue of leaving everything behind there is also the fear of being inadequate and the terror of being overwhelmed. Under the banner of practicality, most of life becomes arranged to obscure and distract us from what called us to come to life in the first place. Most people remain unwilling to be extravagant enough to wander where their soul would lead them, adapting instead to an endless series of short-term goals. People easily misplace their deepest longings and tune themselves to someone else’s idea of life.”
“Everyone experiences pain and most suffer from patterns that continue to make life miserable unless something or someone intervenes. The pain we feel comes from the cross-wise energies that keep curving back and cancelling the wise self and the good word that wait to be expressed from within us. Persistent pain is usually the indication that we have become trapped in a life too small for our true nature. That is the usual human fate and the common predicament where the little-self obscures the greater nature behind it. Until people realize what harms them and limits them from within, they are unlikely to call out for someone to help stop the pain. The remedy may be nearby, but until the pain becomes unbearable most remain caught in the agony of one form or another of self-inflicted wounds. As Rumi said, ‘The cure for the pain is in the pain.’”
Man struggling up to the sunlight, Up from the mire and clay, Fighting through wars and jungles, And sometimes learning to pray And sometimes a king with a scepter, And sometimes a slave with a hod — Some people call it Karma, And others call it God. A beggar ragged and hungry, A prince in purple and gold, A palace gilded and garnished, A cottage humble and old — One’s hopes are blighted in blooming, One gathers the ripened pod — Some call it Fate or Destiny, And others call it God. Glimmering waters and breakers, Far on the horizon’s rim, White sails and sea gulls glinting Away till the sight grows dim, And shells spirit-painted with glory, Where seaweeds beckon and nod — Some people call it Ocean, And others call it God. Cathedrals and domes uplifting, Spires pointing up to the sun, Images, altars and arches, Where kneeling and penance are done — From organs grand anthems are swelling, Where the true and faithful plod — Some call it Superstition, While others call it God. Visions of beauty and splendor, Forms of a long-lost race. Sounds and faces and voices, From the fourth dimension of space — And on through the universe boundless, Our thoughts go lightning shod — Some call it Imagination, And others call it God. Acids and alkalis acting, Proceeding and acting again, Operating, transmuting, fomenting, In throes and spasms of pain — Uniting, reacting, creating, Like souls “passing under the rod” — Some people call it Chemistry, And others call it God. Vibration of Etheric Substance, Causing light through regions of Space. A girdle of Something, enfolding And binding together the race — And words without wires transmitted, “Ariel”-winged, spirit-sandaled and shod — Some call it Electricity, And others call it God. The touch of angel fingers On strings of the human soul. Anguish and ripples of laughter Written across its scroll. Chords from the holy of holies From sunrise sky to the sod — Some people call it music, And others call it God. Earth redeemed and made glorious, Lighted by Heaven within; Men and angels face to face, With never a thought of sin — Lion and lamb together In flowers that sweeten the sod — Some of us call it Brotherhood, And others call it God. And now the sixth sense is opened, The seventh embraces the whole, And, clothed with the Oneness of Love, We reach the long-sought goal — And in all Life’s phases and changes, And along all the paths to be trod, We recognize only one power — One present, Omnipotent God.
In the Egyptian Glyphs it clearly shows much larger Humanoids inhabited the land. They are the Nephilim bent on world domination and enslaving what they called inferior Humans. They exist now in spirit form. This is beyond Alexander the Great and Constantine, in fact this is where they drew their power and destiny from. They were just the Human catalyst, Hybrids themselves, although their Legends are so shrouded in myth it does them little credit to the truth of their origin. Alexander was known as “Great Two Horn” and by the Arabs Dhul-Qarnayn who built the wall.
The Maya clearly show they had already pledged allegiance to a group of “Masculine” Serpents. The Serpent races are just as vast as our own. Many of the Serpents are on a “collective mind” thus they are generally out to accomplish there own agenda and stop at nothing to see it through.
Humans are looked at as a resource to most of them, they are a Supremacist warrior class, also some have mated with the Human race and try to protect their “Hybrids” as extended family. Many of the Ancient Reptilians despise this union and thus a war had ensued amongst the elders and the siblings.
Man has been the constructor for these Gods building them High Places so they may enjoy. What the Humans have gotten in return are lifetimes of being a servant with little reward. Their structures are always placed on Leylines to control the energy in the area. In order for many Regions to be free some building must be removed from the Leylines. They are binding the energy of freedom and suppressing clear thought. In history when structures bind the leylines for too long cataclysms occur to shake everything off of them.
The correct knowledge actually makes your spirit larger. Knowledge is the food for the Spirit. When this happens, just like a fish that has gotten too big for its tank, you must move on. This is no different than having a small bike as a child that takes you everywhere you need to go, as a child your range is a lot smaller. When you get older you may need a car, plane, or even a ship depending on where you are intending to travel.
The body itself, when developed, is the vehicle to traverse the cosmos and it must now be prepared to do such a thing. This is a vastly populated territory we speak of and it contains the experiences you will need to continue growth. We will discover that all the things we have gone through in life have served to get us to that point. It is only of value to realize that since nothing is absolutely still you must continue to move, this is the nature of our entire Universe. Nothing dies, even if you blow it up it will still become an infinite amount of pieces of whatever it was before.
Like a game of chess you anticipate the player’s next move, so we see that it is the Age of Ether we are arriving into or more simply put, Spirit. Now we can begin to do the things that only made up the fiction portion of our previous ideas and imagination. The weight of the body, which is now the cube, will be shed and we will be open once more to higher senses. We would do well to develop and train these senses now. As we speed up, and things take place, it will not be time to practice.
There is no doubt that we will experience a new aeon. We are all Adepts of Motion, Acolytes of the Flux, we populate the Galaxy and thus we have solidified our wave through the harmonic cosmos. We are Vessels of known and unknown energies untold, being ourselves convertors for multiple life forms to assimilate and grow, not only on Earth but also in space. As above so below.
The race was not given to the quick or the swift, but to the one who could endure till the end, then we found out there was no end. The unwary soul, who fails to grapple with the Mocking Demon of Illusion, will return to the Earth as the slave of Illusion. To become a true master of fate you must first become a “Knower of Self”.