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" DIVINE EASTER BASKET "

Dr. Deus


    Welcome once again to Divine Messages. In this Happy Easter special issue we will be dealing with many aspects of this yearly "Resurrection" celebration.

    Actually, this month's article is a real Easter Basket ladden with a mixture of bitter and sweet goodies. Inside this Basket, we will find besides the traditional Easter Egg, some Totems, a few Hags, a Hagman, a couple Dead Spiders, a few Pounds of Crawfish, a Tree-of-Life, a few Friendly Ghosts, some Animal Spirits, including Doves and Winged-Horses, as well as a few pictures of an Ageless Divine Bunny and a few cases of Resurrection Elixir-Vitae Holy Water, and more... plenty for a real spiritual feast which shall transport the reader through Time and Space, from Hell to Heaven and from Death to Life.

   First of all the Easter Egg...

"In the beginning this world was nonbeing. This nonbeing became being. It developed. It turned into an Egg. It lay there for a  year. It burst asunder. One part of the eggshell was of Silver,the other  part was Gold. The Silver part is the Earth, the Golden part is the Sky(Heaven)... What was born of it, is Yonder Sun. When it was born there were shouts and hurrahs, all beings and all desires rose up to greet It. Therefore at its Rising and at its every Return, there are (always) shouts and hurrahs, all beings rise up to greet It.

The Yonder Sun is Brahma - this is the Teaching." (Extract from "Chhandogya Upanishad" 3, 19. 1-3, and  exposed in "Origins and History of Consciousness" by E.Neumann, p.107, and the same story of the original Egg of the Universe can be read in the Mahabarata,I,I,32.)

Now, Brahma, the Sun-God was another famous Indian incarnation of the Primordial Soul of the Universe.

OK! This was for our entry into this fairly long article, which like the Egg Shell is basically made of two parts, one of Silver and one of Gold. The first part, the Silver mainly deals with many aspects of the earthly condition, as well as Death, Hags and Hell... while the second part, the Gold part deals with the more uplifting aspects of the Heavenly condition. Therefore, the people who have bad dreams should read everything... while the others who  generally have good dreams and believe in God can fly directly to the Tree-of-Life Section which is  seperated a triple line of 3333333s.

Please unbuckle your seat belts and take a good walk around, I'm your Space Captain Apollo and here we go...

To begin we will read a dream of the Core which confirms what was  exposed last month...in regards to ghostly health...

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Dream Title               dying Date of Dream            3-30-98 Dream                     For the last week I have had the same dream about dying. I seems that I have a certain number of things that have to be just right and then I am in line to die.  I keep getting close and then I wake up. Last night I completed all of the steps and was prepared to die and just could not and wait for the end.  I felt like i was awake trough all of the dream and felt very life like.   Comments by Dreamer      

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   Yes, you definitely need to learn how to die properly....

"Thou shalt understand that it is a Science most profitable, and passing all other sciences, for to learn to die. .... I shall give thee the  Mystery of this Doctrine ; the which shall profit thee greatly to the  beginning of Ghostly Health, and to a stable fundament of all virtues." (Orologium Sapientiae- from "The Book of the Craft of Dying" ... Comper's Edition)

Really, you have to realise that this life continues on the other side. Unfortunately, at the present moment not too many know about this... but, this ultra-important science was well known in the past.

     "Against his will he dieth that hath not learned to die. Learn to  die and thou shalt learn to live (eternally), for there shall none learn to live that hath not learned to die." ("Toure of all Toures : and Teacheth a Man for to Die." ...again from the Comper's Edition of "The Book of the Craft of Dying")

      " Whatever is here, that is there (is also there); what is there, the same is here. He who seeth as different, meeteth death after death. By mind alone this is to be realized, and then there is no difference here." (Katha Upanishad, IV.10-11 ...Swami Sharvananda's Translation.) 

      "Death, that must come, cometh nobly when we give our wealth, and life, and all, to make men live." ( The Book of Good Counsels, from the Hitopadesha,(Sir Edwind Arnold's Translation.))

"Combine, in a single whole, the goal of aspiration, the meditation,  and the practice, and so attain Understanding by Experimentation.    Regard, as one, this life, the next life, and the life between, in the Bardo (Dream Realm), and accustom thyself to them thus, as one."      (Words of the Tibetan Guru Milarepa...as exposed in the final lines of the of the preface of the Tibetan Book of the Dead.)   Oh! I understand that this may be hard to digest by selfish capitalists who live in a world in which the whole value of an  individual is stritcly rated proportionally to its bank account and other earthly possessions, which unfortunately are not  admitted into the spiritual world!

I already interpreted a few dreams here at ED which suggested  this course of earthly action...but, let me try to illustrate  once again...

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Dream Title               The Masoleum March Date of Dream            8-7-98 Dream                     This is a dream I had a few weeks ago maybe someone can help me with this. In my dream, I lived with my adoptive grandparents.  (I didn't know this in my dream, but this is the conclusion that I came to after I woke up.)  My Grandfather had died and it was his funeral. We (the family) walked into this huge mosoleum, complete with red carpet and white marble walls. I followed the procession into a room deep within the mosoleum and walked into the crypt where my grandfather would be laid to rest finally. But the odd thing about this crypt is that it was set up as if it were his room back at home. There were dressers, with pictures and on the bed lay my grandfather covered by an old patchwork quilt. My grandmother was all set to start turning the crank that would let the coffin top down on top of my grandfather body when he started to  twich and got up and called my name. He then took me to the side and spoke something to me.  I can't totally remember what the exact words were, but I know the purpose was to keep my grandmother on this earth so she! ! could keep adopting children.  (something about cheating the devil so he couldn't get her soul.) I then walked out and went into an auditorium that was connected to the masoleum.  in the auditorium were tons of children marching in little groups, as if there was some sort of pagent and all the groups were parading for the audience. I noticed that the children when they marched out they always turned left, bowed to the north and then proceeded to bow to the east. I then left and went into the Mosoleum kitchen where I saw a scroll that had pictures instead of words(almost as if they were hieroglyphics) on the scroll at the top there was a dead spider, which I took to be my grandfather. There were a few other lines and shapes and then at the bottom I noticed that there was another spider that was dead also, it was then I realized that my grandmother had died also.   Apparently when I left here alone to lower the top of the coffin on my grandfather, she had died of a broken heart.   This is all I remember of this particular dream. but the concept of death and namely cemeteries pervade my dreams. could someone out there give me some clue?

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  Yes, I will more than happy to give you some clues...

   We don't die after death... we are merely transformed into immortal ghostly beings...just like the Old Man there in his coffin... who was in his ghost body just like you in this dream... because you are well aware that it wasn't your physical body which was sound asleep in your bed while  your other spiritual one was in the Mausoleum.

   What the Old Man tried to tell you, was that if you wish to beat the  Devil or more precisely the Lord of Death, or Hades if you prefer, is   simply to adopt new children forms. 

      " I held that when a person dies       His soul returns again to earth;       Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise,       Another mother gives him birth.       With sturdier limbs and brighter brain       The old soul takes the road again."             ( John Masefied, A Creed )

     This is very well known in Tibetan Lamaism, even up to this day, and it is also known that the children of the new generation can,  at times, recognise their earlier life's precious possessions. For example, in my search for them little dogs, which I was told to go and get in the dream of the Winged-Horse, I met with Lama General Yeshe, in Feb.84, and during an interview, I asked him this question, about his little Holy Dogs....

     G.D.: "In Tibet, who was breeding Apsos?"

     L.G.Y.:  "In Tibet, normally, these Apsos were bred by      High Lamas and Noblemen, only. So, the common Tibetan      people do not have this type of Apso. We never sold dogs,      we only used them for presentation. We believe that these      Apsos must be very good, because these dogs have maximum      chance of taking into human life. When a human dies, before he humanly rebirths, he may enter the life of these Apsos. Not only Lamas, common people also, depending on their previous life can reincarnate in these Apsos."     

To be frank, I was stunned. To go from animal form into the human one seemed to perhaps fit the Law of Evolution, but to go from human to animal was rather difficult to digest and all confused and totally unaware of these things, I carried on with this stupid question...

     G.D.: "Can Apsos reincarnate in people?"

     L.G.Y.:  "In Tibet, after a High Lama dies, we look for      his Reincarnation. In my Kham side, there was a Rinpoche   who had an Apso like this. The Rinpoche died and his Apso died also, not too long after. From the children of the new generation, High Lamas found two boys who could recognize  all the personnal effects of the previous Rinpoche. It was soon discovered that, while one of the boys was the Reincarnation of the Rinpoche, the other boy was the Reincarnation of the Rinpoche's Apso. "

  (The Lama can be seen with me at...

  http://icrdl.net/~basques/apso.htm   ...or at

  http://www.icrdl.net/gdaoust/dharma   )

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    Ouch! this was a little hard for me to believe at first, but I could surely see that in reincarnationistic countries, they pay  attention to these little things. Who knows about the secret of the souls which animate animals of other species... after all we are all the products of the same and unique creation...and what do we know in regards to metempsychosis? Very little!

Giving Birth

Posted by Sam on April 15, 1998 at 07:44:25:

I am expecting my first child in July of this year. This is my third and only successful pregnancy to date. Because of the two earlier miscarriages I have worried throughout this one. I have also suffered from boughts of  depression and anger which I have attributed to hormones! I am in a wonderful relationship and am in love like never before. We anxiously await the arrival of our daughter (we found out!). I think it is worth noting that I have felt this baby is somewhat special because I  haven't had any problems at all. She's extremely active and continues to develop at a normal rate. Recently I have had two dreams of giving birth to a cat! This cat in particular is a family cat that I had when I was 4 - 18 years old. Last night the dream included my nursing the  cat! I have absolutely no idea what this could mean. Any ideas?

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Oh! yes I have a little idea. It really appears that some animals are just as good as some less decent humans. I also, thought about the  burial rituals of the Ancient Egyptians and others who would get  shrouded along with their favourite animals, so that they would be  together in the other world! I guess that this is all part of the mysterious ever evolving process of evolution.  Anyhow, the main thing to realise is that we reincarnate  constantly until we finally understand for good... and then when school is finally over... there is no need to come back anymore.

   Ok! and the reason why the children bowed to the North, is simply because the Spirit of the Lord rests in the North...as stated in Zechariah 6.8... which relates to the Horse Spirit of the Lord... and that his new incarnation will come from the North (of Occident), as stated in Daniel 11.36 down.

    And furhermore, the children also bowed to the East, because the Sun Rises from the East! This New King, being the last Avatar,  will come to prove his Oriental Doctrine of Avatars, which stands  at the basic foundations of the Messianic Law of Rebirth.

"Adam...his soul transmigrated into David...and his soul transmigrated into the Messiah!" (The Talmud)

    Now, about the Dead Spiders, well these represent Witches, who are persons who fool many by telling everyone that God doesn't exist... and that dreams are only the fruits of our imagination... instead of  divine guiding messages...which is the cause of this matriarchal  society based upon physical attachment and succession. The Dead Spiders are a very good sign... that many will see the light which shines beyond their veiling webs.

We will come back to this topic a little later in this expose... and  for now let's visit a few famous places of the other world, starting  very near the bottom and rising up from there. So, down we go...

  Dream Title               GHOSTS Date of Dream            03/25/98 Dream                     I DREAMED I WAS WATER SKIING AND I NOTICED THERE WERE OLD POSTS STICKING OUT OF THE WATER WHERE PIERS HAD BEEN PREVIOUSLY. I REMEMBER THINKING THEY WERE DANGEROUS.

SUDDENINGLY I WAS NO LONGER SKIING BUT UNDER THE WATER AND SITTING THERE WITH NO SCUBA EQUIPMENT OR ANYTHING.  I SAW TWO BLOODY MEN SITTING THERE TOO AND I ASKED THEM WHAT THEY WERE DOING.  THEY HAD A BUCKET WITH THEM AND I KNEW THEY HAD MURDERED SOMEONE.  I WAS VERY SCARED. THEN AS QUICKLY AS I HAD COME OUT OF THE BOAT, I WAS BACK IN THE BOAT. SUDDENINGLY ONE OF THE GHOSTLY MEN LEARED OVER OUT OF THE SKY IN MY FACE AND SAID, "HOW MANY LBS OF CRAWFISH DO YOU WANT"!  I SCREAMED AND WOKE UP.  

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Oh! Boy! This is not a very good place to amuse yourself... but since you  are there let me try to explain. If you wish to expand your research on this particular dream I would recommend that you get the book "Origins and History of Consciousness" by E.Neumann from page 141 to 147 or so... where you will read the full meaning of those old posts.

   Actually, those "Old Posts" are Totems, and their phenomena is of great importance for the development of heaven and the world of man.(p.144)    The Totem is partly a Spiritual Father, and deals with the second  birth, of a new generation through the masculine spirit, which is  usually accompanied by the inoculation of secret doctrines, ancestral  knowledge, and cosmic lore, in order to  sever all ties with the purely  familial existence of the immature. (P.144)

   OK! The Totem is an ancestor, in the sense of a Spiritual Founder,  rather than a progenitor. He is a "Numinosum"... which has "Mana", works magic and is taboo, and must be approached with considerable ceremony. (p.145) Also, when you see those posts, tell yourself that this is a sign  of an important "personal revelation" of God... (p.145) and you are quite right to feel that this is dangerously powerful.

  And then you say that you find yourself underneath the water, and there  are two men in there with a bucket... Well! this is an indication that, in the past, someone "Kicked the Bucket" and was given a special treatment.

  Now, these two men were known in the past as "Hypnos" and "Thanatos"... "Sleep and Death"...and they are the "Death Messengers" or the assistants  of the Lord of Death. They took you down there in order to revive some  memories. In this life, they speak english...so perhaps, you can give them new names...such as Buoy... or "Bob", and "Rick" Ricochet ... and in any  case they are the fishermen of the Styx... a cool infernal region located  between Hells Gate and the real Infernos.

In any case, them two good guys are not murderers, they are the  warders of Hell...and the following are a few extracts from  "Buddhism and Lamaism of Tibet" p.89 to 93.

"Not in the Heavens, not in the midst of the Sea, not if thou  hidest thyself in the clefts of the Mountains wilt thou find a place  where thou canst escape the force resulting from thy evil actions." (Dharma-pada, 127)... says the Lord of Death, the Judge who holds the Mirror which reveals the soul in all its nakedness.

"Through the states of transmigration does the power of our actions lead us. A life in Heaven awaits the Good."... and the warders of Hell drag the wicked in front of Hades who says...

"Did you not when on Earth see some of the Divine Messengers, you know Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, Elijah...Marduk and etcetera... who were sent to warn you?" And the Wicked answers "Yes, I did see them."

"Did you not when on Earth see, the child, the old man, the sick, the criminal suffering punishment, and the dead corpse?" And the Wicked answers "Yes, I did see them."

"And didst thou not think within thyself: "I am also subject to birth, old age, and death. Let me be careful to do good works."?" And the Wicked answers "I did not, Sir; I neglected in my folly to think of these things."

Then the King pronounces his/her doom: "These thy evil deeds are not the work of thy mother, father, relatives, friends or advisers. Thou alone hast done them all; thou alone must gather the fruit."

And the Warders of Hell drag the Wicked to the place of torment... and the place that you saw is known as "Sanjiva"="Again Revived"

Here the wretches are cut and torn to pieces and then re-united and revived only to suffer the same process repeated "ad infinitum" throughout the period spent in this hell... which is better known as the Purgatory... by the Christian Faithful.

The restoration of the body, in order to subject it to fresh torture, is an essential part of the process in all Hells. The (immortal spiritual) body when thoroughly mangled is restored and the torture applied afresh, so that the agony never ceases.

"Because our wounds heal ever and anon,   Ere we appear before the fiend again."      (Dante, Canto xxviii,36)

For your info, this place is visited by fraudulent trustees, some types of murderers like ignorant physicians who killed their patients and tyrants of all kinds.

Regardless, Hypnos and Thanatos, are described as Winged Genies, who can put to sleep Mortals with their magic wand or rip the guts out of their victims with their shadowy wings... and by the way, Hypnos has a son by the name of Morpheus, who is the God of Dreams!

OK! Finally, you are put back on top of the water, and this time in the boat... and one of the two comes back from above and says...           "HOW MANY LBS OF CRAWFISH DO YOU WANT?"

    The term "Crawfish" means a few things, and as it may represent some food...meant for the soul... it is also a verb which means to pull back... to return on your steps. So, the dual meaning of this warning is ... "how many proofs of the past do you want"... and drive your boat towards where you came from...and judging from your special handwriting I would guess that you came from the Hill of Spades...                 

SPADE SHAPED FLOWERS IN A FIELD

This entry submitted by SHALAWN on 4/23/97.

I'VE STUMBLED UPON THIS SIGHT, BUT I HAD A DREAM ABOUT A SPADE SHAPED FLOWER (UPON A HILL) EVERTHING WAS GREEN AND BRIGHT AND I WALKED UPON THIS HILL AND THERE WAS ALL THESE BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS SHAPED LIKE A SPADE, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS AND HOW IT RELATES TO MY LIFE IF ANYONE HAS ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT THIS COULD YOU PLEASE POST A NOTE, I WAS THINKING THAT IT MEANT THAT MY LIFE WAS BLOSSOMING INTO WHATEVER IT IS THAT I WANT IT TO BE AND THE FLOWERS SYMBOLIZE THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR AND THAT IT WILL SOON MANIFEST INTO MY LIFE. FLOWERS I ALWAYS THOUGHT MEANT THAT FRUITS OF LABOR WHATEVER THAT MAY BE IN YOUR LIFE.

....this is a fun dream which serves to illustrate the timeless world into which we travel in our Dreams. We will read a few Jungian interpretations and then mine... Then tell me which one fits the best?

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This entry submitted by Dottie on 4/23/97.

Hi Shalawn, Just a note regarding your dream. You know best about the symbolism in your dream but maybe you could consider this: Green is the color of healing, the color of life (Are you studying healing or working on healing for yourself?) Spade shaped flowers - Spades are used to prepare the earth, to plant, to weed and to harvest. Flowers can be *the fruits of your labor*, tests or lessons completed, work that you've already done or are in the process of doing or can be people that you are going to help *bloom* in the future It was interesting that you said that you *stumbled* on this. Were you searching for an answer to something before you went to sleep? An important part of any dream is how did you feel during the dream? What emotions did it bring up? Also, if you don't understand the meaing of a dream, ask that it be given to you again in a manner that you will understand. Or just ask that it be clarified. Good Luck!!!! Peace.

RE: Spade Flowers Dream

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This entry submitted by flyingeagle on 4/27/97.

Right on Dottie! I'd like to add food for thought. Flowers can also represent sexuality. The question to ask self: In what ways are my beauty and sexuality blossoming? If the shape of the spades were like in cards, it represents skill and chance then the question to ask: What game am I playing? If the spade is like a shovel shape representing unearthing, or planting as Dottie mentioned, the question for more clarification is: What am I digging up? Like Dottie says, if you desire clarification, the only one who can answer your questions on clarity is you. Ask yourself and you will receive it.

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And this was my interpretation.....

Dear Dreamers,

                     a few have attempted to find the meaning of this puzzling dream and may have the correct interpretation. Nevertheless, I think that my interpretation might be of interest to consider and evaluate. I believe, as mentioned earlier that all dreams are inter-related and this very symbolic dream is another good example and could represent a time and space landmark.

                      As I said earlier, I do not invent things and my interpretation of dreams is always based upon something which I have seen or read about. You will find this one particularly interesting for the fact, that this place that Shalawn visited in this dream was also visited by other persons in a far away past!!! The strong evidence of this is the simple fact that others who visited this place wrote and even drew paintings about it.

                       Also, very interesting are the terms used by Shalawn to describe what was seen being "Spade Shaped Flowers upon a Hill". Well these flowers are indeed "Spades" and you could have rightfully called this place " Hill of Spades" or "Spades' Hill" or any other name of the sort as we also use to describe earthly places ....as in "Fern Gully"..."Blueberry Hill"..."Rosemount"..."Gentilly River"...etc.

Actually, from what I gather this place is, according to Buddhist references, in Heaven, located on the outskirts, called in french "La Colline de Piques" or in english "Hill of Spades" or "Hill of Spikes" ...and you may read about this place in the "Bardo Thodol" in the penultimate paragraph of the last chapter entitled "Tibetan Book of the Dead: Addenda"....which basically describes the place as being the Gateway to the Hell-World through which the condemned souls are compelled to traverse .... and the painting showing this is called... "The Tibetan Painting of the Judgement".

As you may notice in the same paragraph, this painting parallels in a very striking manner to the wall-painting of the Christian Judgement in Chaldon Church, Surrey, England, dating about A.D. 1200 and discovered in 1870, in which the "Hill of Spades" is represented by a "Bridge of Spades" or "Bridge of Spikes" whose pathway leads to the same place. For your kind info, this is also known in Islamism as the "Razor Bridge" which serves the same purpose.

So, this is the simple reason why I say that this 6th dream is related to the others which I tried to interpret so far....because it relates again to the Advent of the Coming One...and a good indication that Judgement Day is drawing near. But, do not be scared about this often misinterpreted word in regards to this beneficial event which has been forecasted or prophecised a long long time ago... because this particular Judgement on earth will be exactly the contrary to what most of us tend to believe.

Actually, on this long-awaited most important Day, known by  the Muslims as the Day of Reckoning, the Coming One Himself will be judged....and as "Every Eyes shall see Him" ...every one will pass Judgement upon Him...and the main purpose of his visit is simply to get recognised...so that one day his will shall be done on Earth as it is done in Heaven.

                 Therefore, my reply to Shalawn is....

           "Dear Shalawn,                            thank you for taking the time to share with us this extremely revealing true dream. I certainly hope that you are only a  lost visitor into this remote place in Heaven... and hope that you will not consider the flowers of this vision as the fruit of your labour. If, I were you I would turn around and go down from there before the Sun goes down. If, you think that you lost your way... stay there and do not go any further, and do not touch these poisonous flowers, in your dreams, ...and respond to this message, for directives, if needed, because I believe that you mustgo to the divine wish-granting tree from there. And again thank you for giving us the right time and Good Luck."

" He who does not believe in the true dream, does not believe in Allah nor in the Day of Reckoning."  ....words of Mohammed.

     This, is one of the reasons why I like Tibet, because by the accuracy of this painting of the Judgement we can clearly see....that the last Knowledge-Holders of the Ageless Wisdom did reside in Tibet, as many of  us strongly suspect.  Who knows, may be it is Shalawn who painted this "Tanka", in a previous life?                         

   So, this is what I told her, in a posting, dated 4/30/97, which I posted in a site operated by Witches... mainly. Anyways, you can see that I directed this person to either stay there or to look for the Tree-of-Life... because this is where we are all heading... because real good white magic happens around this Tree, which is an attribute of God as mentioned earlier...from "Buddhism and Lamaïsm of Tibet, pages 86, 87 & 88...in this regard.

                 "Godly Birth. The God is born at once "fully developed" within a halo of glory from a lotus flower.- the oriental symbol of immaterial  birth and is provided with the special attributes of a God, viz,  (1) a lotus-footstool, (2) splendid dress and ornaments,  (3) goddess-companions (Apsaras, celestial nymphs- the "houris" awarded to  heroes.), **** (4) a wish-granting Tree, which instantly yields any fruit or food wished for, and bends to the hand of the gatherer,its leaves yielding luscious food, its juice nectar, and its fruit jewels, (5) a wish-granting cow which yields any drink wished for, (6) self-sprung crops (usually painted as Indian corn or maize), ***** (7) in a golden stall... a jewelled Horse-of-foreknowledge which  Pegasus-like carries his rider wherever wished, through-out the worlds of  the past, present, and future, (8) a lake of perfumed nectar or ambrosia (Skt., Amrita) which is the elixir vitae and the source of the divine lustre.The cup-bearer is Dhanwantari, the Indian Ganymede. Shining is a peculiarly divine attribute, and the etymology of the word "divinity", is the root Div, "to shine", the parent of the Skt. Deva and latin Deus."....

   OK? So far...from the Hill of Spades we have to find our way to the Wish-Granting Tree... bear this in mind. From the River, passing the Hill of Spades we must keep the same bearing to reach the wish granting Tree ... we must go through a forest of spears and spikes and through this vast quagmire totally infested with Spiders... and then we will reach the Tree.

  You may wonder, at this point if I know what I am talking about, but just take a look at this passage taken again from "Buddhism and Lamaism of Tibet", p.96.

" Then succeeds a great river of freezing water; on the further shore of which the ground is thickly set with short squat tree-trunks, each  surmounted by three spiked leaves which impale the unwary groping fugitives. Reference to these last two localities occurs in the ordinary litany for the dead, which says " may his chu-wo-rab-med ocean become a small rivulet, and the tsal-ma-ri tree a divine wish-granting Tree."

  So, you see, realising that you who don't know much about this vast spiritual world you should give me the benefit of the doubt. Now, there  are two ways, from here to the Sacred Tree, the first is to walk through  this quagmire or secondly, fly over it by your own wings or ask me to fly  you over on my Winged-Horse.

However, before anyone leaves... I have to explain to you something fundamental. When the GI Joe... the Sun-God... the light shedder appears,  he is always surrounded by two Mother-Sister-Daughters ...the  Terrible Profane One and the Examplary Holy One...and very often the two are confused by anyone researching in this vast field.

    However again, this dissociation of the two Mothers...is apparent in some books, like "Origins and History of Consciousness" by Neumann, in both pages 66 and 133-134.

   "The good Egyptian Isis, the "examplary" of Horus stands side by side with the Terrible Mother, who in Byblos slays her children." (p.66)

   " Beside the Dark and Terrible Mother there stands another Bright and Beneficient. And just as the fearful dragon aspect of the Terrible Mother,  the Old Woman of the West, is, an archetypal image of humanity, eternal,  so the friendly aspect, the bountiful, immortally beautiful Virgin Mother of the sun-hero has its eternal archetype in the "Maid of the East", regardless of the changeover from matriarchate to patriarchate." (p.135)

   But the most interesting thing about them is that they are seperate living realities. (see p.135)

     The Bad one...Goddess of Death is a Spider matriarchal "flesh minded" Woman who believes that her sexual organs are the center of the Universe... and she hates God and only wants to kill the Sun-God at birth. While the second, the Holy One wishes to give life to the Living Patriarch...

    Let me introduce you with the bad one first...the blood thirsty One...the "Profane Goddess", a bloodthirsty, frenzied despoiler of mankind... identified with Sekhmet. This is mentioned on pages 55 and 56... and I know who she is in this life.

         Let me show you...

I have a poser for you Gerald...

This entry submitted by Liz on 5/17/97.

Hello Gerald...my my, you are acquiring quite a harem! This will be a Herculean effort on your part if you can satisfy so many...kinda along  the lines of the Aegean Stable -n'cest pas? Just joking ;->(evil grin!!)

Alrighty then...I have a particularly interesting challenge for you, let us see what you make of this tale...

I was attending All Campus Weekend at NCSU, this was a weekend held on the quad after final exams in May of 1970 or 1971. I was not a student there  being that I was all of 16 years old at the time, however, my cousin was  attending and had invited myself and a girlfriend. The weekend consisted on alot of alcohol, pounds of reefer, 24 hour rock and roll bands, all of this beginning on Friday afternoon and continuing until late Sunday evening. In those days everyone drank either something we all called  green goddamn - which was lime koolaid with Everclear (90 proof liquor), or purple jesus which was the same thing mixed with grape kool aid. I will admit up front that I was fried, wasted, knee walking, commode hugging  drunk. It was Saturday, early afternoon and I was wondering (staggering)  about with my milk jug full of warm green goddamn hooked thru my finger, listsening to the music, enjoying the crowd. Envisualize the scene, their  were so-called hippies everywhere...long, tangled hair (women and men) lost of flowers in hair, couples with babes in arms (or strollers), blankets and lawn chairs, coolers, dogs - it was reminiscent of Scarborough Fair or Canterbury Tales. Well, to get on with it, two beautiful young men were throwing a frisbee back and forth and an equally gorgeous golden retriever was leaping after it as it sailed back and forth, trying his best to snatch it and run. I began to laugh and started to walk towards the threesome, I wanted to pet that dog.  The young men that was facing me looked at me with alarm in his limpid, deep brown eyes and began to back away. The closer I came, the more frightened he appeared, stumbling backwards in his haste to make his escape. I turned around myself at one point to see is a rabid dog or axe murderer was creeping up behind me. Surely this college man could not be afraid of a 16 year old girl in cutoff shorts, tube top with a shag haircut and granny glasses? Finally, sheer terror showing in his every  move and expression, he turned and literally ran away from me.  That night I had the first of the three dreams...

I am flying above a desert landscape. For the longest nothing below me but undulating dunes of yellow gold sand. I can feel the sun on my back and the wind in my face and I appear to be riding the thermals in the air currents.  From far up in the sky I spy a village, rather poor looking place, houses made of adobe walls with river reed roofs, very primitive. Suddenly, I feel as tho I have been sucked down towards the earth. The next sensation is of looking out of someone's eyes, feeling the pull of gravity against my body, the strain of standing upright again. Out of the corner of my eye I can see long golden hair, somewhat wavy, falling over my/her shoulders. I am dressed in some sort of linen robe, not fitted as the later fashion will be, but much more flowing. I am in the center of the village, outside of one of the larger buildings. The beginnings of primitive pyramids can be seen in the distance. The villagers are surrounding me and my men/eunuchs (bald headed, slightly paunchy men with some sort of wrapped loincloths around their bodies and no other clothing of decorations. Except their eyes are heavily kohled. I raise my/her arms and announce in some gobbledygook language (which I understand totally) that the sacrifice be brought forth. A young woman, beautiful in a white gown is brought forward, struggling as she is held between two of the eunuchs. A young man dashes from the crowd and attempts to snatch her from the disciples(?)...end of dream, I awake.

The next evening, and as I recall I asked to sleep in with my mother because the first dream had so unnerved me, the dream continues in sequence, just like a soap opera or something. I/she announce that the boy (whom I now recognize as the young man from All Campus Weekend, not so much by his features, but from his eyes - his soul) has profained the sacrifice (she was a virgin and untouched by male hands, now she is impure) and that he will be sacrificed in her place. A large chalice/bowl (hammered copper or gold perhaps, again primitive) is brought to me by one of the men in the loincloths. The boy is taken ahold of by two of these persons...I chant some more of the unknown tongue, which I again understand completely, whirl about and slice open his throat with these razor sharp fingernails which I notice for the first time I am equipped with. He sags in the men's arms, I thrust out the bowl/chalice to catch the blood within...there is a hazy period and the dream ends with me/her literally bathing in this boys blood. My hands, lifted up into the sky, possibly in adoration, are covered in it and it is running in rivulets down both arms. I know that I have drunk some also because there is a taste of electric spit and bright copper in my mouth. I glory in the blood and in this boys death...the second dream ends...I awake.

The third evening I dream again...the first thing I notice is that all is  dark, soft and quiet around me and I seem to be in some sort of a confined  space. There is a small square of light far, far above me. I feel the tiniest draft of a breeze from somewhere. I hear a noise, crunching or like concrete blocks sliding together...the square of light becomes smaller and smaller...until, with a chunking sound, all the light is gone and it occurs to me that I have been walled up in one of those distant pyramids, alive...the air is soon gone and as I begin to asphyxiate...I wake up, gasping for air...

These same three dreams, in succession, have occurred over and over again during this lifetime for me. I really haven't been bothered by them too much in the past 14 or 15 years. I believe that it is only since I began to work on the inner self that the dreams let off. I also believe that a large part of the bad karma which I feel I must overcome in this lifetime stems from this episode. Some have told me that it occurred 10,000 years ago and the condition of the village and hair color would bear out that etimate. I know at one time Egyptians had blonde, brown and black hair. Red hair, however, was considered unlucky and most were killed at birth. What do you make of these dreams? This should be interesting!

Breathlessly awaiting your input...Liz

OK! I did interpret her dream....which was posted in a dream interpretation forum which should be an awakening place of some kind...but which should be correctly called Spider's Nest ....and no offence to Tiger's Nest which is a clean site. Here is a part of my posting in reply to Sekhmet....

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  The Dream of Liz, in which she believes to be in Egypt, some 10,000 years ago, opening throats of men and drinking their blood....is a priceless dream which has been tormenting her for 27 years.

    Liz ...."EXISTED"....some 3,300 years ago in Egypt, give or take 50  years...during what has been known as the XIX th Egyptian Dynasty....  and I will identify the Birth....but, one of you will have to verify... or otherwise she will die, bringing with her unopened Treasure.

The place was....Memphis, Egypt.... The Time 1350-1250 B.C.... Her Husband's Name was Ptah, Ptah of Memphis...Ptah Sokar Osiris... Her Son was Nefertoum... She was no one else than, as no one else ever did what she did.....

                           "SEKHMET"                      the Goddess of Love and War.

     And she did sacrifice lots of men, who apparently were revolted  against Re, to the Glory of God....so many that she nearly destroyed  the human race. She did drink their blood and her most famous words as  she was doing this were something like....     "For your life,...addressing herself to the Sun-God...when I kill  men, my heart is in jubilation."

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   Actually, when I made this interpretation, I made some mistakes. I was Ptah of Memphis, the Sun-God, at that time, and she was Sekhmet, but she was not my physical wife nor the physical mother of Nefertoum, who was the reincarnation of the Sun-god, because he was called "The Young Atoum" ...and Atoum was the original first incarnation of the immortal Sun-God in Ancient Egypt...so, she was only some form of close spiritual friend.

In order to explain, let me tell you a little story from the Egyptian Crypt.

In that life, as Ptah, I was getting to be a very old man... and I recognised in the Sun-Priestess Sekhmet, who was a wonderful dreamer, her ability to be able to have those dreams which would indicate to her how to recognise my next incarnation... as Nefertoum. As such, she was baptised by me as "Divine-Eye-Udjat-of-the-Goddess-Sekhmet".

The books today, especially in English say that she was "The Beloved of Ptah"... but in French they call her simply "The Close Friend of Ptah". I was a very old man getting close to death, who was called the "Mind of the Universe" and was the God-King of Egypt just as I had already been for many lives in that great country.

However, one day, I died, and was buried at one end of the Fayoum, which eventually, in time, became the largest cemetery in the World.

During my temporary absence, she, having been given the Regency of the Empire, began, on her own, her carnage... killing men in some bloody ritualistic sacrifices. Thousands went that way, murdered by her in a bloody frenzy... including that boy at the campus who obviously had the same communal dream as the one she had, except that he was the victim in that one. So, this is why he was so afraid of her!

It took a dream intervention from Re, the ghost of the second incarnation of the Sun-God in Egypt, who appeared in a dream to Nefertoum, showing his spiritual heritage as the new living embodiment of the Sun-God to stop the slaughter.

On that day, when the Sun-Priests and Priestesses of Egypt recognised Nefertoum as the true incarnation of the Sun-God, a big party was made, and every body got drunk, including Sekhmet...but not from blood this time...

"To save the last men, Re, used a stratagem where he spilled 7,000 jars of Beer mixed with Grenade Juice. Sekhmet, took this Red Liquor for human Blood and drank with such avidity that she got drunk and was therefore in the impossibility to carry on the slaughter any further. The human race was saved, but to make sure the Sun-God edicted " that they would brew on the First day of the year, as many jars of philter that there were Sun-Priestesses in Egypt"....a tradition which never ceased to exist from then on at the celebration of Hathor. It was on the 12th of the first month of winter that was held the traditional massacre of Men....." (Encyclopedia of Mythology)

And soon afterwards, Sekhmet was judged for her crimes and buried alive, most likely by my the side of Ptah's Mummy inside the first Pyramid...just to make sure that he would keep an eye on her.

Some fifteen years later, I, as Nefertoum, discovered her new incarnation which was to be known as Bast, but this time her devouring lion Spirit behaved just like a docile little pussy cat. Bast is represented as a woman with a Cat head holding a sistrum surmounted by a Lioness head in her right hand. So, Sekhmet and Bast were emanations of the same immortal soul... just as stated in the Tibetan Book of the Dead....and you will find a few prayers that speak of this Immortal Terrible Goddess....let me see....Chapter CLXIV...  "Salute! Sekhmet, Ra, Bast, Regent of the Gods, winged  To who the bandages "Ans" give the magical power,  You the Goddess crowned of the both diadems of the North and South...."

"As the chief seat of learning, Memphis majored in the worship of Ptah, who according to the Egyptians, was "The Mind of the Universe", who created all the Gods and Men by thinking them into existence."   Memphis was known as the great Necropolis....and is most famous by its single Cemetery "the Fayoum" which is 2 miles wide and 60 miles long and said to contain from 40 to 50 millions corpses of Men, Woman...Pharaohs alike....buried close together along with their favorite animals, according to the strong Egyptian belief of the immortality of the soul (of all living creatures)....guaranteed by the Immortal Sun-God.

  Also, there are two Pyramids in Memphis...Abu Roash at the North end of the Cemetery ...and Lahun at the South-East of the Fayum....which clearly indicate that Bast who wore the Diadem of the North and South, was also buried along with Nefertoum at the other end of the Fayoum!

  Unfortunately, Bast was assimilated with Artemis, which is a big mistake. Also, when we read those books today, which were written by mortals, they believe that the relationships between the Gods and Goddesses were physical... but, they were actually only purely spiritual.

  Besides, Sekhmet, was also known in India as Durga, and in many other places, in many lives. For instance, she was very famous in Babylonia, as Ishtar, you know the famous "Prostitute of Babylon"... that is mentioned even in Revelation 17 and 18. Read that if you wish... to know more about the Mother of all Prostitutes and of the Abominations of all the Earth.!!!  A very special person indeed.

     Anyways, she eventually backstabbed me in that site... which she also sponsors along with other witches and she is described as such on page 54 of OHC.

    " Two features are especially common and well marked: the first is the bloody and savage nature of the Great Mother Goddess, the second is her power as a sorceress and a witch."

    You see the author, E. Neumann, confuses the Terrible Mother again with Great mother Goddess. What a pity to confuse the Profane with the Holy. However on page 69, of the same book....

   " Thus the devourer of the dead is the Terrible Mother of Death" ....and eventually, "She is "repressed" and crouches beside the judgement scales like a horror. As Erman says, she was "not a subject that popular fancy cared to pursue."

    So, we won't speak of her anymore...as she ain't worth much. However, her influence spread and Easter is a good time to go Witch Hunting. Actually, in some parts of Europe, young boys have maintained the tradition of Hag Hunting on Easter Day. Actually, I received a call on Easter from an ex-Czechoslovakian woman who now lives in San Francisco and the first thing she asked me was...

  " Did you go Hag Hunting today?" and I replied " Yes, of course, I hunt Witches year round."

     Ok! I will run a little material on Hags... because I feel that it may be a good teaching for those who suffer from the Hag syndrome... like the person who had the following dream...

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Dream Title               childhood dream Date of Dream            4/4/98 2:39 p.m. Dream                     I would like to know if a faceless figure means anything in a particular dream. I am having childhood dreams at the age of 33 yrs. old. in this dreams I am locked in a closet to my bedroom trying to get out and can not. this faceless person keeps pulling me further away from the closet door and is muffling my mouth so I may not scream.

I hope that someone may be able to help me...... Comments by Dreamer      Permission to Comment    yes_share_comments

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   Sweetheart, Witches often try to hide in closets... and the guy behind you, is a ghost of God or one of his acolytes who for special circumstances has decided to play Hag Man with you. This is just a warning dream... but if youcan't make up your mind as to what is the most important part of you... I am not sure about the type of dreams you will get from now on. So, I will show you what can happen to a Witch in her dreams...

  OK! Most of you don't need this at all, so, you can head right away for the Tree-of-Life... where we will meet the real Holy Great Mother Goddess. Just look for a trio line of 3333333333333333s further down this column.

Shalawn stay here with me...and flip a dime... and here we go Hag Hunting...

.............. Dear Watchers,

        This is the situation....open your eyes.... witches are now hiding in the closets...so beware.... you never know they might just appear as Fairies.... be on the Look-Out... Careful....act with the Mirror of Prudence....and we will get one of these Immortal Witches anytime now.... her Magical Broom will now run out of Gas....

                    Prut...prut-prut...shit...!!! She landed....

My dream "Two Spiders"

Posted by Colette Charlet on June 21, 1997 at 08:37:21:

Two Spiders

I am a French speaking Belgian (excuse my bad English).

My dream: I see a man whith a white medecine cloth. He has in hands two big spiders. I say: "I dont like these animals". He responds "I dont eather". Then He throws away the spiders. Once on the flour these spiders bear on the back something like turtle-backs. At once the turtle-backs go away an the spiders appear greater like tarantulas. They don't agress me, but I am afraid and run into the arms of the men.

End of the dream.

My opinion:

The man of the dream looks like "schindler" the actor of the movie "schindler's list". I symbolize schindler has a man who had the feeling he was a good man but realizes later that he has something else to do in life and decides (with all the risks he runs) to save hundreds of Jew. He transforms from a bad to a good way he real talent for manipulating people. I'd like to know specialy why two (2) spiders, why the turtle-backs and why they disapierd to let see the two tarantulas.

Best regards,

Colette Charlet

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Pins and Needles

Posted by Tracy on June 29, 1997 at 09:40:26:

I dreamt that I was at a unversity and I was presented with a plaque on behalf of my boyfriend and I for our writing achievements. I ended up taking off my shoes and putting on a cap that said FLASH. Soon everyone was leaving so I left with them. But I did not go home, instead I went out to the back field. Lots of kids were dancing, and my friend Carlos was playing on the drums. My other friends Nicole and Alex decided to sing and we had a crowd around us. After the performance, Alex hugged me and told me I'd always be his best friend. Then a lady next to me, supposedly the mother of a man named David, started to touch my shoulder. It was late and I wanted to go home. She said she'd give me a ride. I almost forgot my shoes and the FLASH cap.  I get into the car and she says, "I didn't see you at Eve's..." and I explained that I wasn't there. Then she starts throwing needles at me. She is explaining that she has committed some horrendous crimes, but I am not listening, I am looking at the ck ads on the highway. Then she turns and inserts the pins into my flesh. I scream in pain and try to kick her away, but she wraps a cloth around my legs with the needles attached. I scream and I don't remember how I got out of it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- --------

babies, a dead mother and Larry Hagman

Posted by Jennifer on June 28, 1997 at 22:56:43:

I RARELY have nightmares and I've NEVER had "theme" dreams before, but  I just had three dreams, three nights in a row, two with babies, all  about death and dying.  The first night, I dreamed that I had a baby and I thought  that I had gone through the ordeal of giving birth the day before, and  even tried to envoke sympathy from others, but I knew someone else  had given birth to it a WEEK before. Even though I knew the difference,  in my dream I wasn't lying. But, I was still worried that people would  be able to tell it was really a week old and not just a day old. At  first, it was great-- I carried it around in a basket with handles,  took it to a mall and it laughed as I kissed its face (I never knew if  it was a boy or a girl). Then, the real mother took it back and my own  mother decided to go to her house and get it back. I knew that would be  dangerous so I went after her. The real parent's house was like a crack  house-- dirty, messy, full of people. The mother and baby were in her room where it was very cluttered and the mother had a gun. By the time  I got there, mother and baby were gone and my mom was on the bedroom  floor, face down, dead--shot in the back of the head. I looked at the  person I went there with and told them to make sure she was dead--  imagining them tapping her foot with their foot to see if she moved.  Of course they didn't want to, and I certainly didn't want to.  Then I woke up.

The very next night, I had another dream that I was baby sitting three  kids-- one belonged to a friend who actually just had a baby boy, but  in my dream, it was a little girl about 3 years old. The other two were  boys, still in diapers, who belonged to a woman I used to work with.  We were in a trailer home and I sat on the floor watching TV. I got up  to get something and while walking past the couch, I saw both boys  laying face-down on the floor, dead. They looked brown and withered.  So I wrapped them in garbage bags, sealed them with duct tape and  hid them in the closet. I really thought I could "get away with it" and  no one would notice. Then, I took the garbage out, and as I walked through a parking lot to the dumpsters, I thought of the young woman  who just gave birth to a baby at her prom and how she just threw it  in the garbage.  I thought of doing the same thing, believing that she got caught  because she didn't conceal her baby very well and I would do a  better job. But then I noticed two men in an older green car  watching me take out the garbage-- I think they were cops and they knew  what I had done so I was glad the babies weren't in the garbage bag I  was taking out. Later on, the parents came home and my friend said to me, "Did you  really think we wouldn't find out?" Her little girl had crawled into  her bed when I took out the garbage and died also. My former co-worker  started crying immediately and it was at that point that I felt guilt  and cried myself. My friend was more "dissapointed" in me, and treated  me with the concern of a parent or therapist and explained that I  hadn't watered or fed the babies and that's why they died-- it was like  the babies were plants that wilted from not being watered. I cried  a lot, but both women got pregnant again immediately and forgave me.

My third dream was more elaborate than I can remember, but it started  focusing on a gun with two barrels and a huge round chamber where the  bullets go. I'm in a field, very green, I think a ranch and there's a  big, old white house. It's all very serene and beautiful. Then, I'm  running through the house being chased by Larry Hagman (looking like he  did in his "Dallas" J.R. days-- cowboy hat and all) who now has the gun.  I'm running very fast, and the house has lots of shortcuts, hallways and  things where he keeps cutting me off, then I finally hide in a closet that's in a house that I grew up in-- the room used to be my bother's  but when he moved out, my mom made it into a guest room and kept a lot  of plants in there (I didn't really think of that during my dream- just  now while writing about it). In the dream, I'm worried that no matter  where I hide, he'll find me. Then I wake up.

I'm 26, just got a new, part-time job writing some columns about Web  programming on top of my regular job as a Webmaster (meaning I'm stressed) and a little worried that I'm not qualified enough for such public  exposure). I only have four plants left of the 25 I started with two  years ago (all either over or under watered) and I recently threw some  out in a garbage bag. The most noticeable symbols in these dreams  for me (death and babies aside) are the colors green and white and  the number three. Also, the babies are never mine.

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Follow Ups:

Pins, Spiders, Hagman and Weird Sisters

Posted by Gérald on June 29, 1997 at 18:39:42:

Dear Tracy, Colette and Jennifer,

I think that your three dreams are inter-related, and relate to the "Weird Sisters"....... an archetype identified by Erich Neumann, as stated in his book " The Origins and History of Consciousness"... on pages...45,87,95.

Colette dreams of two Tarantulas, who have the tortoise shell, the symbol of longevity...or immortality....and Tracy dreams of a Woman, who is supposed to be David's Mother.... who did all kinds of crimes...and starts throwing needles.... just like a Tarantula does.... and then she inserts pins in her flesh....and she wraps a cloth around her legs....just like a Tarantula or any other Spider does with her victims!!!

And then, we have Jennifer, ....wondering what is happening to her in her 3 solid nightmarian dreams.... of life and death and the complex baby situation.... double babies...disappeared baby....babies or young children in garbage bags....and pursued by Larry Hagman.... you know what is a Hag? an Old Witch.... is basically the "Weird Sisters " syndrome.

Let me briefly try to explain,.... The Story begins with the Ouroboros, the Snake who eats its tail....well if you have some old representations you will see that there is a Spider's web inside the Ouroboros....and as one goes through the cycle of life and death...one gets tangled automatically as She or He or It tries to go from darkness to light. Everyone knows that spiders like to weave their webs on the inside of windows.... where they catch those who try to reach the light.

" For the dawning light of consciousness, the maternal Ouroboros turns to darkness and night. The passage of time and the problem of death become a dominant feeling...( and those who realise that if there is only this mortal life....then they are sad by nature)... for decay and the necessity of death are one side of the Ouroboros just because its other side signifies birth and life....or better Rebirth and Eternal Life. The World Wheel, the humming loom of time, the Weird Sisters, and the wheel of birth and death, all these symbols express the sadness which rules over the human life....( or something like that p.45)

On page 87, he speaks again about the Weird Sisters, starting with the Gorgon Medusa with the male-eating Spider... among the symbols of the devouring chasm. "The Spider can be classified among this group of symbols, not only because it devours the male after coitus, but because it symbolises the female in general, who spreads nets for the unwary males." ( He says that, not me!....but He carries on, on a better note)

"This dangerous aspect is much enhanced by the element of weaving, as we find in the Weird Sisters who spin the thread of life, or the Norns who weave the Web of the World in which every human born of a woman gets entangled." (p.87)

Finally, there is always the emergence of a male killer who comes in and stops the cycle of the Terrible. Mother myths.... like Perseus who cuts the head of the Gorgon Medusa, for instance....and destroys the nets so that all can go through the Ouroboros.

What I am trying to say is that, in the system that we live in, there are people who never having seen the light themselves, but knowing that it exists....create nets into which other naive people unmistakably fall.... but there is really light and life out there on the other side of the Ouroboros!!!

Weird Sisters and Witches do exist.... and do just that..... kill the faith and hopes of life... life eternal of course! For example, take the Norns of Teutonic Mythology .... The Norns...were the Dispensers of Destiny... some of them were beneficial and other were malignant. The Scandinavian legend of Nornagest, is very suggestive, in which we can observe three of these women which had the gift of prophecy, who showed themselves at the cradle of the newly born King. Next to the cradle were two candles.  Two of them gave the new-born different godly presents....but the other one,an ugly one...said "I decide that He will stop living when the candle which is the closest to him will cease burning!".... so the oldest one ....grabbed the candle....blew it and recommended to the Mother of the King....to never light it up until...the last day of his life." (E of M)

These Norns were called...Past, Present and Future!!! The oldest was Urd or Wyrd which means also Destiny.... from there the term Weird Sisters. (OHCp.95 and Encyclopedia of Mythology)

Now, my dear Jennifer, you who have all kinds of god-gifted talents.... but who is having some major problems of Deadly Nature around you.... I would suggest that you start looking for the King.... and try to make Natural Love inside something white...instead of inside Dark Garbage Bags! ....Go to White Magic.... and life will bloom around you Sweetheart! Green....White and.... use your talents otherwise....I'm afraid that Larry will find you hiding in the closet!!

One for the Money.... Two for the Show....Three, for the Baby!

Food for thought....  The King is alive.

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    Dear Friends, my interpretation to Colette Charlet was longer and spoke more about the Doctor... may be I should look it up and translate it totally and complete this one... with more details....as we would learn more about the Hag Man.

   OK! Up in the above 3 dreams, in the one of Tracy ... there is this most awful Witch who pretends to be David's Mother... what a liar...because all she really wants is to kill David.  Let me show you... The following is a dream that she had about my coming, but she wrote to me in private and wanted me to interpret this dream... but not in public!!!

     The Conspiracy (1995)

     I am standing in a large multilevel mall that contains many offices and stores.  Crowds of people stream by going this way and that. They are entranced it seems, automatons, lost in a sea of vacant thoughts.  As I watch them I feel myself becoming entranced as well.  I  resist this urge.

     And then I notice him, this man moving through the crowd. He blends into the stream of people. They don't give him a second look, but  there is something about the way he moves that attracts my attention.   He's alert.  He moves with strength and purpose.  Taking care not to  draw notice to himself, his eyes periodically scan the inside of the  mall -- up and down, around to different areas making note of things,  the importance of which is known only to him.  He's a man with a mission  and, I sense, not of this place.

     As this thought crystallizes, I begin to feel my body resonating  with the rhythm of his as he moves through the crowd. The rhythmic flow  brings me more information about him -- his purpose, his plan.  Somehow  he's here to create havoc, not just in this mall but in the larger  society.  It's a conspiracy of some sort!  But I don't get any details.   Whatever it is I sense pandemonium will ensue. He begins to move closer  to me.  I know he's up to something and I'm unsettled by his presence,  but I'm taken by him.  His energy is so focused, so purposeful.

     He's very close to me now.  He suddenly turns around and we meet  face to face. He knows I was watching him.  I take a quick breath in. I  am both frightened and spellbound by his gaze.  He is muscular and  broad-shouldered, a head taller than me. He is magnetically attractive  with dark chiseled features. I'm fully enveloped by his aura, conjoined  in a mutual rhythm rooting me in my tracks. I can't escape even if I  want to.  His dark eyes pierce into my soul. Inquiring. Assessing. He  knows. He knows that I know.  We communicate in a language of  sensations.  My body is humming.  I don't know if I'm looking into the  eyes of an animal, a man, a god, or all three rolled into one.

     He then tells me he must kill me because I know of him and the  conspiracy.  My knowing is too dangerous, and this plan must be carried  out -- at all cost.  He doesn't wish to cause me harm, but he's going  to. He tells me this with compassion and without apology.  He surprises  me now as he pauses with respect, his eyes locked with mine, and waits  for my reply.

     The sensations we share are laden with information far beyond  words and flow through my body like an electric current, like a rushing  river.  They engulf me causing me to tremble.  I don't understand this,  but they fill me with a sweet ambrosia, a comfort, in the face of my  impending death.  An ineffable understanding of why he's here and the  urgency of the conspiracy that he needs to carry out. I slowly nod to  him understanding that I must die.

     I'm no longer aware of the people around us.  It's as if we are  light years away, and yet out of the periphery of my vision they still  blindly stream past us, oblivious to what is taking place between me and  this mangod.       Never breaking his gaze into my eyes, he lifts up his right hand  which has an ornate knife in.  A glint of sunlight off it blinds me.    He quickly draws the blade down the left side of my face, from temple to  ear, painlessly slitting my skin. A rush of blood flows out.  I stagger  backwards from the shock.  All of the sensations I felt in my body now  rush up to my head.  I stumble a few steps away and lean up against a  wall holding my head with my hands.  Blood streams down my face and  arms.  He has since disappeared into the crowd.

     I think about calling out for help to these automatons who still  walk around me, but I don't.  It somehow feels essential that he carry  out this plan whatever the havoc, whatever the disruption, whatever  happens to me.  And no one stops. No one inquires. I am disgusted.  I  wish these people pandemonium, something to shake them out of their  stupor!  I slump down to the floor and wait for death.

     A few minutes pass and I am surprised that I'm not dead yet. In  fact, my head is clearing, the pressure receding.  I feel I can stand  up.  I'm no longer bleeding.  The wound is there, but it's healing over  already.  I feel the ridges of skin where his knife sliced through, but  the edges are no longer raw.  There is no sign of blood anywhere, on the  floor, on my face, my clothes or my arms. Bewildered, I now know his  intention was not to physically kill me, but something else, though I'm  not sure what.  I must find him.  I get up and hurriedly leave.  He's  got a twenty minute head start.

     I go out to the street searching for him.  I have no idea where  he went.  I remember his eyes penetrating into my soul. The sensations  of his energy and rhythm in my body return.  I turn toward the river and  walk a few blocks to it.  I walk down along its banks following the  sensations in my gut.  They are like dowsing rods.  Every time my head  starts to question I stop and focus on the dowsing rods of energy in my  gut.  They point the way.

     I follow them and in a few minutes they lead me toward a large  crowd of people gathered farther down along the riverbank. From this  distance the voices and movements tell me these people are very  agitated, but I can't tell why.  It's not obvious from where  I'm  standing.  Part of me feels nervous to approach them, but the rods point  right into the center of them.  I continue on.

     As I get closer I notice that some seem frightened and cover their eyes.  A few are exuberant and dance. Still others are confused  and stare blankly.  They are all looking toward the sky.  They don't  know what to make of it.  I look up and see the most incredible sight.   Many stars have been arranged in an intricate geometrical design and  they are hanging there suspended in the sky.  It is breathtakingly  beautiful!  It is like a Star of David with curved edges.

     I watch transfixed. The twinkling lights of the stars pulse at  different rhythms creating a movement of light throughout. There are  other intricate star designs inside.  As I watch the wave movement of  light I realize it is telling stories of the universe.  He has been  here!  This is the conspiracy!  I tear myself away and hurry on.

     The dowsing rods lead me to a large clay pipe in the earth that  goes down underground.  I look inside and it is very dark. I'm afraid,  but the rods point directly inside.  I know that those who are destitute  live somewhere within this dank, foreboding world.   There is danger in  going here, but I know I must and step inside.

     As I crawl along the narrow passageway I notice a dim light filtering in from somewhere up ahead.  I gingerly make my way toward it  not knowing what I'm going to find, but the rods inside me are vibrating  excitedly.  I hear voices as I approach. Soon the passageway opens up  into a large subterranean cavern.

     I stand up to see many makeshift shacks of all sorts on different levels. Some on the floor, some up on ledges.  People dressed  in dirty rags scurry about. Others sit quietly at little trash  campfires.  I linger for a few minutes.  Although there is destitution  here and some unsavory characters, my attention is slowly drawn to  notice a simple elegance of life before me.

     As I look around the cavern I notice there is the same sort of  activity happening here that was happening down by the river. Some  people seem agitated and afraid while others are wide-eyed with wonder.   Small groups of them are clustering pointing to the  cavern walls,  telling those that are afraid to look and see for themselves.

     I look to where they're pointing and suddenly notice that what  they're excited about is this soft light, a warm glow cast upon all the  cavern walls.  There is no obvious source for this light, and as I watch  it more closely I see it is actually waves of light flowing across the  walls, and twinkling lights appear in it here and there.  The twinkling  lights pulse in the same rhythm the Star of David was, while the wave is  moving at another rhythm.  And some of the people are so touched by  this, they begin to dance.

     The destitution begins to melt away.  One by one those who were  afraid begin to get up and dance too.  A wave of joy and ecstasy fills  the air and soon all the people are dancing to it, to the rhythm of  light flowing through the cavern.

     This is the conspiracy!  This is his work!  I'm ecstatic. My  own fears of these people have melted away.  I pick my way through the  shacks and go down to where they are dancing.  We smile and laugh with  each other.  We are awake and alive!  I dance with them, the rods in my  gut humming, filling my entire being.  A few minutes later the rods pull  me toward an opening on the other side of the cavern.  I leave the  people and dance toward it.       I must find him! ............................

  As soon as I read this dream... I remembered this dream in which I was  stripped naked and stabbed to death. So, I knew what she was all about... and told her right away to beware.

  Unfortunately, she eventually conspired against me...and even said in public that I was only the bottom of a woman!!! Ouch! So, I told my friends from the Dream Realm that I wished that someone would take care of her...and they did pretty good... as these are the dreams which she has gotten recently... just to show  the interactivity which exists in the dream realm... all according to the theory of Neumann in regards to GI Joes.

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last night......

This entry submitted by k on 2/27/98.

Message: Last night as I was dozing off to sleep I found myself walking down a blue hallway....then something happened, I went somewhere or saw something that was inconceivably real but unknown. Then I heard a voice in my head (not my own) say "don't try to remember". Then I walked through what looked like my wall and saw myself lying on my bed with my eyes wide open as though someone else was in *my* body. I was so terrified and right then everything was back to normal. I found myself lying in my bed with my eyes open as I saw myself somehow in a warped mind. My room didn't *feel* like my room, but it was. I can't remember anything after that, I must've fallen asleep. When I woke up my head hurt *sooooo* much. I looked in the mirror and there was a red mark on the right side of my forehead. I don't know what happened, just a lost dream. But I feel like maybe something did happen and I'm not supposed to remember yet. Am I delusional or what?

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demons killing me in my sleep

This entry submitted by k on 3/12/98.

Message: I had an extremely peculiar dream last night (I've been having many lately). Actually I've got some sort of strange insomnia. I'll sleep for maybe 2 hours -- like a corpse. Then the rest of the night I'm tossing and turning...sooooo much.

Anyway, in my dream these dark lumbering shadows were suffocating me...i kept losing consciousness until finally i felt my astral body touching a bloody mushy corpse which was my own. Immediately I found myself in some sort of vehicle speeding through time and space. I entered this warehouse, which kindof looked like this alternative 'church' warehouse i used to hang out at....but it smelled like the cd warehouse i used to work at. There were tables like at a club....and i saw some people i knew from school. I jumped on the table and started screaming. Everyone started laughing at me. Alarmed that i had just done this, i tried to explain that 'THEY'(aliens/demons/etc) were after me.....but instead of listening they just kept looking at eachother and laughing. Then one of the guys asked if i was 'going out' with anyone, and as soon as i said 'no', one of the other guys came up behind me and kissed my tatooed shoulder. ...Then, my ex-bestfriend/boyfriend appeared and started saying he knew exactly what happened. He explained the whole thing in perfect clarity, which he had a tendency of doing as i recall......and right then i felt so safe....like i wasn't the only one. The problem is i only feel like i understand while he's there, as soon as he goes away, i tend to focus on his being 'gone' rather then thinking about what his words were...

I kept getting flashbacks all through the dream of all the details....felt like the demons 'raped' me and then killed me....

Another thing, when i woke up, a friend called me and said she dreamt i'd dissappeared of the face of the earth....which was a little startling....

So....anyone want to do a dream-analysis? i'd appreciate any input/suggestions/interpretations....

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This entry submitted by k on 3/24/98.

Message: In my dream last night I was chasing around 3 little spiders and tryin to kill them. I think it's true -- that killing the bug means killing something you don't like about yourself. I've been trying to kill some of my sub-personalities lately. It must really be consuming my mind to be dreaming about it.

Of course in the dream I was also hit by lightning... it was strange -- I just remember first seeing a bird get hit -- it lived the first time, but was having trouble breathing...I felt so sorry for it. Just then it hit again and died. Then I got so paranoid it would hit me that I probably attracted it. Immediately I felt myself displaced -- only for a split-second. Then I fell back into my body as a sharp pain in my head entered me. No one believed me though... coz it didn't show. Hmmmm....

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    I will not expand on my Hag Hunting Down Methods... but she got  operated on because she wanted to keep me in the dark... which was not  a very good idea....because...

"Praise to Him, the Merciful Lord, who maketh the final Retribution, and who at the end shall deliver even the  wicked from Hell and restore the whole Creation in purity." (From the "Dinkart", ed.Peshotan, Bombay, 1874, li, ch.81,  Stanza 6.)

So, these were the Two Dead Spiders that you saw on the scroll. Don't worry they are not dead... but, simply meditating hard. You know for powerful Witches... these are weird dreams!!

Good for them and hopefully they will understand that dreams  are not only fruits of our minds.

And how can I restore them in purity otherwise?

And talking about Purity... let's now hurry to the Tree-of-Life.

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Now this is the Dream of the Divine Holy Woman... the real Great Mother  Goddess... let's see if you can recognise her? This is a dream which was posted in the past on the Core... at a time when I was not here. It was sent to me by this wonder dreamer...when she saw last month's article which spoke a little about the Magic Tree. Good thing she did, because this happens to be the Gem Dream of this month's issue... and by far.

I was with Victor (Eric Braeden/Y&R...an actor) and his friend Douglas. We were at Victor's property where he was going to build a ranch. We  were standing there (I don't recall a house, but we were looking out a  window) when suddenly, out of nowhere, a storm started brewing.  The  skies were black.  It was going to be a bad one.  I wondered if we should  even bother putting our cars in the garage, thinking they'd probably get  damaged there as well. Directly in front of us stood a tree.  It was of  medium height (25-30 feet), had a trunk 4 feet in diameter and had millions of leaves which were small and waxy.   Suddenly, out of the right side of the leaves there appeared a small, dimpled looking, beluga whale.  The whale looked to be struggling to escape the leaves and branches; feet first, if you will. It finally broke free, but was then sucked immediately back in. Next, all of the leaves began turning color; green to black to white, finally turning into doves (but not flying away, staying in the tree).  Next the doves turned into twelve ghosts (like Casper, The Friendly Ghost). All you can see are their heads poking through the leaves. I stood there in awe at what had transpired; my mind trying to comprehend all I had seen. In the blink of an eye, the storm had passed.  The tree before us now forever broken. The trunk had been snapped completely off and was now shattered and splintered on each end. But the amazing thing was that the treetops were still in tact, hanging ominously above the tree stump, while the trunk itself was levitating sideways between the treetop and the stump. The kinetic energy surrounding us from the storm was remarkable. I grabbed my journal to write everything down that had happened. Over my shoulder, Victor began reading some of my previous entries (personal comments, quotes I'd made up and observations). One in particular, and my favorite, caught his eye. He read it out loud. I said to him, "You know, I felt like I had been touched by the hand of God when I wrote that. It was the most amazing feeling." I felt a buzzing feeling within my body. My blood flowed through me like electricity. I took my journal and sat down to write what we had all witnessed.  My mind is racing, my hand can't process my thoughts fast enough.  As I write, I suddenly realize that I'm sitting there topless (half naked), but I don't care. I'm wearing a brand new pair of jeans, the tag hanging off one of those plastic strings that are so annoying. I feel the coolness of the table as my bare breasts rub against it as I continue writing.  I write faster and faster, not wanting to forget a single thing, my head nearly resting on the table by my hand. Victor watches me, mesmerized. I can feel myself get lightheaded, like I might pass out from the sheer exhilaration of it all. I feel my body start to tip over sideways, out of my chair. I find it increasingly hard to breathe. I take deeper and deeper breaths, reminding myself to breathe in and out. I wonder if Victor will catch me before I fall to the ground. 

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    Now, this dream, from this dreaming wonder is the Transfigurational  dream which confirms that she is indeed the Great Mother Goddess.

   Let's decipher this dream...

a)- I was with Victor (Eric Braeden/Y&R...an actor) and his friend Douglas. We were at Victor's property where he was going to build a ranch.

She is with Victor... at his future Ranch. This means that they are going to raise Horses .... Spiritual Horses mind you.

b)- We were standing there (I don't recall a house, but we were looking out a window) when suddenly, out of nowhere, a storm started brewing. The skies were black. It was going to be a bad one.

  Looking through a window, but there is no house...

" Now Allah has created the dream not only as a means of guidance and instruction, I refer to the true dream, but he  has made it as a window on the Unseen. " (Words of the Prophet Mohammed, Arabia, 7th century A.D.)

.... and a bad storm starts brewing...

"Look! He advances like the clouds, his chariots come like a whirlwind, his horses are faster than eagles." (Jeremiah 4,13)

"Yea, it shall be at an instant suddenly, that thou shalt be visited by the Lord of Hosts... with storm and tempest... and shall be as a dream of a night vision." (Isaiah 29, 5-7)

c)- I wondered if we should even bother putting our cars in the garage, thinking they'd probably get damaged there as well.

Nothing can escape this Storm...! Nothing!     

d)- Directly in front of us stood a tree. It was of medium height (25-30 feet), had a trunk 4 feet in diameter and had millions of leaves which were small and waxy. Suddenly, out of the right side of the leaves there appeared a small, dimpled looking, beluga whale.  The whale looked to be struggling to escape the leaves and branches; feet first,  if you will.  It finally broke free, but was then sucked immediately  back in. Next, all of the leaves began turning color; green to black to  white, finally turning into doves (but not flying away, staying in the  tree).

She looks at a Tree with Animal Spirits of humans...the whale of Jonas? ...and the leaves transform into beatiful Doves! Oh! the Magic Tree!

e)- Next the doves turned into twelve ghosts (like Casper, The Friendly Ghost).  All you can see are their heads poking through the leaves. I stood there in awe at what had transpired; my mind trying to comprehend all I had seen.  In the blink of an eye, the storm had passed.

Oh! and the Doves transform into "12" friendly Ghosts. I don't need to interpret the symbol of them 12 Apostles. So, this is definitely the Magic Wish-Granting Tree-of-Life Eternal.  This Tree of the Lord is everywhere in Holy Scriptures and you may read about it as early as Genesis 2,29... in which they call it the Tree of life and the Tree of Knowledge.

"He sent forth his word and healed them; he rescued them from the grave. "For he spoke and stirred up a tempest... "They mounted up to the heavens and went down to the depths; in their perils their courage melted away... "He stilled the storm to a whisper. They were glad when it grew calm, and he guided them to their desired haven." (Some extracts from Psalm 107...20 to 30.)

f)-  The tree before us now forever broken.  The trunk had been snapped completely off and was now shattered and splintered on each end.  But the amazing thing was that the treetops were still intact, hanging ominously above the tree stump, while the trunk itself was levitating sideways between the treetop and the stump.

The kinetic energy surrounding us from the storm was remarkable. I grabbed my journal to write everything down that had happened.  The Tree-of-Life gets sectionned and remains hanging in the air... so, this Magic Tree is the Tree of the Garden described in muslim  books which say that its roots are in heaven and its boughs in  the earth...and its light reaches all the corners of the world, while its base consists of "Horses with Wings", with saddles inlaid with pearl and ruby. (This has already been exposed in ED's previous issue.)

Then its severed Base, its Trunk, levitating shifts from vertical to horizontal and begins to spin... to rotate creating a powerful kinetic whirlwind and magnetic storm.

Now, the enigma of this Winged-Horses Trunk, or Djed Pillar has remained a puzzle to this day, as stated in OHC p.229. In the next page, you can read that "Isis cut the coffer out of the Tree," but the Tree she wrapped in fine linen and anointed... and was worshipped as the "Wood of Isis""!!! Yes, Sir!

In the next page, you can read that this Tree-Trunk is Osiris, and that Tree, Pillar or Coffin or Mummy is all the same!

On page 231, they say that the "Sacrum" was set on this           "Winged-Horses' Tree-of-Life Trunk" because it is the symbol of the "Everlasting Begetter".

It is the Solar-Phallus, the spiritual spermatic "Head" of the Tree  which begets and brings forth in the Tree-Birth... which is the Higher Spiritual Nativity! Now on page 237, you can read the following....

"Self-Renewal and Tree-Birth ...the "Higher" Nativity...go together. The Osiris, who is born of the Tree is born of himself in the precise sense of one risen from his coffin, for Osiris, Tree and Coffin are the same. Hence the Tree-Birth is identical with Rebirth!" "Thou art the Great Phoenix that was born in the Tree at the Great House of Princes in Heliopolis."

" I am Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow, and I have the power to be born a second time; I am the Divine Hidden Soul who created the Gods." 

g)- Over my shoulder, Victor began reading some of my previous entries (personal comments, quotes I'd made up and observations).

One in particular, and my favorite, caught his eye.  He read it out loud. I said to him, "You know, I felt like I had been touched by the hand of God when I wrote that.  It was the most amazing feeling." I felt a buzzing feeling within my body. My blood flowed through me like electricity.  I took my journal and sat down to write what we had all witnessed.  My mind is racing, my hand can't process my thoughts fast enough.

So, Victor reads her dreams, like the "Deer Social"... and the "Revelation"... and many others since they all go along... and she begins to write...

h)- As I write, I suddenly realize that I'm sitting there topless (half naked), but I don't care. I'm wearing a brand new pair of jeans, the tag hanging off one of those plastic strings that are so annoying. I feel the coolness of the table as my bare breasts rub against it as I continue writing. I write faster and faster, not wanting to forget a single thing, my head nearly resting  on the table by my hand.  

She, now topless, leans over the Table and writes...with feeling and heart because as stated on p.25, that "breast and heart" are for the zone of feeling while "head and brain" are for the zone of Spirit....

i)- Victor watches me, mesmerized. I can feel myself get lightheaded, like I might pass out from the sheer exhiliration of it all. I feel my body start to tip over sideways, out of my chair.   I find it increasingly hard to breathe. I take deeper and deeper  breaths, reminding myself to breathe in and out. I wonder if Victor  will catch me before I fall to the ground. (7/21/96)  #446

...while the diaphragm is supposed to correspond to earth's surface, and the development beyond this zone is co-ordinated with the  "Rising Sun"....(p.25)

"Through this union of soul parts the King becomes a "Ba", a heart-soul who dwells with the Gods and possesses the Breath of Life; he is now an "Akhu", a perfect spiritual being."(p.243)

"The King is reborn in the glory of the eastern horizon akhet; and  he who is reborn in the east (The Sun-God) becomes an Akh  a Glorious, Shining One." (p.243)

"This "Ka" is the Father and the Being which causes man to live, presides over the intellect and the moral forces, gives spiritual and physical life." (p.243)

"The erection of the Djed, which is the main feature of the (Osirian) festivities, symbolises the "Resuscitation of Osiris", i.e., the coming to life of the dead..."

Interesting isn't it?

Now, going back to our mysterious Lady, what do you think that she is writing? Continue...to 245...

" Isis helps him in this; she conducts a Law suit for the legitimacy of Horus and of his claim to the throne, and gets the gods to recognise Horus'(spiritual) paternity, the basis of the Patriarchate. The supercession of the matriarchal by a patriarchal epoch is an archetypal process; that is to say, it is a universal and necessary phenomenon in the history of mankind."!!!! OK! And, who do you think that she is? Nutcracker of course... but, spiritually I mean?

This scene, contains many elements, a Tree-of-Life containing ghosts, Spirits and Doves, getting uprooted by God, as she, "topless", writes leaning flat on a cool table.

To solve this one we have to go to p.75 and 76 of the same book.

"We have to rely on pictorial representations of the (Pre-Hellenic) Creto-Mycenean religion, for the texts are not as yet undeciphered; but here again the comparative interpretation of the symbols proves its value and leads us to the archetype of the Great Mother." You can read further that the Dove is one of her attributes, just as her dress which left the breasts exposed.

On p.53, they say that "She is "unknown", i.e., anonymous. To be "unveiled" means to be naked, but this is only another form of anonymity."

If you want to see her take a look at the 4 pictures attached...

They are some of the famous seals of Mycenes, which relate to the Mycenian period, of early Greece, and they are over some 4000 years old. OK!, as you will now see, the powerful "Tree" dream indicated that she was Rhea, Dictynna (the root etymology of Dictum, dictate, diction...) and Britomartis which were previous incarnations of Artemis who was often called Dictynna-Britomartis. Rhea was supposed to have been the mother of Zeus...and in the name Britomartis... the suffix Martis is from Mars... which may mean, that she may have been the bride of Mars in an earlier incarnation.

       It is interesting that both Dictynna and Britomartis, are represented just like Artemis, as wild young virgin forest hunters. Actually, Artemis had a temple raised to this Goddess, which was herself in the past. I hope that you can follow what I am trying to illustrate. All of this comes from the Encyclopedia of Mytho... my french version.

  Regardless, you will find on the first one, the illustration of a ritual which represented her in the center dancing and showing on either side of her, herself writing on the sacred table while a man, on the right, representing god, is uprooting the Tree of Life. This seal was made to commemorate her dream of the uprooting of the Tree... in which she saw the power of the Great Guy! Please note that she was wearing pants...while the rest of the absent dress is the same...the tree is there and the sacred table too! You see this was indeed a very important dream and I thank this Goddess of sending it to crazy Dr.Deus...

    On the second one, it is of herself again, sitting underneath the sacred tree, in the same jean dress, in this one they call her the Tree Goddess, and all kinds of women which may be Artemis, Dictynna and Britomartis offering Poppy flowers to the Great Goddess...which is the Tree-Goddess. You will also note the presence of the double-axe which relate to the uprooting of the Tree plus her symbol of the Moon and my symbol of the Solar Disk.

               On the third picture, which is only a print from a third seal, you will see the Tree Goddess, sitting in the boat (a figurative representation of the Vehicle or Chariot of the Sun-God) floating above the waters of the Sea of Death. You will note the head of the Horse at the bow looking at her... as the Horses of Old Hives, the Ancient of Days... in another one of her dreams....

  I was live-in help for a couple and their two kids (boy/girl). They lived  in the country.  They had a two car garage attached to the house, but  whenever the woman went out and bought something, she would never pull  her car into the garage, as she did this particular day. Her son and I  went out to help her carry the groceries into the house.  She would  always park about ten feet away from it.  One day she told her ten year  old son to go out to the barn to get something for her.  All I know is that even I wouldn't want to go down there by myself (scared).  Next I find myself on the back of a wagon being pulled by horses.  There are  horses walking alongside the wagon as well.  There is an old man driving  the horses.  We're driving to a field to gather some hay.  I will have  to gather horse hair (tails) too.  I wonder how I will be able to stack  bales of hay and gather and comb horse hair at the same time.  I finish  brushing one horse's tail and toss it onto the hay next to me.  I know  (via ESP) that when we reach the field, the old man will disappear and  I'll be alone. The old man and the horses (they're mystical) know what I'm thinking.  I swear the horses smiled at me.  I stood up to rearrange  some hay bales and fell of the wagon (like I jumped of backwards, feet first). 

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   Now this Old Harvester with her, the owner of the Horse is God himself with his magical Horses...and he wants her to help because she is like him a Reaper.

They say that the boat is leading her to a chapel... like in one of my dreams!

              And finally, here are a few other representations of her... with snakes in hands, which I believe are old symbols of the Ouroboros. However, the book on p.75 also suggest that this could be the symbol of the procreative masculine spiritual element at work in her as stated on p.133...and expanded on 134 and 135.

    Now, at this point it must be made clear that there is  no need to ask our friend Goddess Nutcracker if she believes in God... and what is active inside of her... we just have to read her dreams...

(In this dream) I was in my (brass) bed, asleep and dreaming.  My bed  was like a car (the bed is the driver).  I was driving down this quiet  country road.  The night was still and black.  Even though my eyes are  closed, I can see everything clearly.  As I rounded a curve, the lights  on my bed shone into a favorite old house that I loved.  There was a huge  gaping hole in the front of the house.  I could see that the insides had  been gutted as well.  I felt sad for its demise.  I noticed the roof had been torn away also.  Behind the house stood this monstrous oak tree - it was the largest tree I had ever seen.  It was as big, if not bigger than the house.   Now, able to see the tree through the roof, it looked black and ominous  against the night sky.  I lay in my bed, much like Christ on the cross  (legs straight, arms out to my sides).  Then as if in a dare to no one in  particular, the thought went through my mind, "OK, give me your best shot!"  There was no noise, but the earth started shaking.  I could feel my mattress poking up around me, as if trying to swallow me.  I had no feelings of fear, yet another thought crossed my mind. "God save me."  All was quiet once again.    So, no problem there... we know what is the male principle inside of this Holy Woman...the Christos. So, no need to worry, he will raise her upon high...as usual...

It was night.  The sky was in various shades of blue, littered with stars. All that is visible is a stairway, stretching upwards.  It is a (hand carved) stone stairway which leads to the heavens.  The stairway is comprised of 75 steps. There are 150 goddesses present.  They are being lined up, two to a step, and posed like statues.  (4/6/98)

So, as you can see, she is going to Heaven, just like her numerous previous incarnations. The interesting thing here is to note the hand-cut chiseled "stone" stairway to Heaven.

"The earliest picture of Osiris, shows him as "the God at the Top of the Staircase." He is (himself) the Ladder from earth to heaven, and those who could not be buried in Abydos itself, tried at least to set up a stone there at the "Staircase of the Great God." (OHC, p.232-233)

    ... in Heaven she is a very close friend of the Sun-God... and on earth when she sees my coming she always writes the Law...

After all... " It is to Apollo, the God of Delphes, to dictate the  most important, the most beautiful, and the first of all Laws."  (Plato, "The Republic", IV,427.)

          ... and it is to Dictynna-Britomartis Artemis... to write  them down on the sacred table.This is the reason why both of Artemis  and Apollo were mainly considered like the Protectors of the Imperial  City and the Guarantors of the Peace which the Empire had imposed to  the World.

Actually a woman dreamt of her a few nights ago...

  Gift from Mary

Posted by stephanie on April 15, 1998 at 22:07:13:

I had a dream which had two parts - in between I woke up very upset - then I went back to sleep and dreamt part two. Part one was like a wake up call. After awhile (and much help from my husband I fell back asleep and dreamt this: I went to a large temple/church where I saw a vision of Mary in blue and gold. She was like the statues of a goddess in ancient Greece and Rome.As I got closer I saw a shining coin in the palm of her right hand. She held it out for me to take. I took it and I stepped back. When I looked up next her face zoomed in very close and she nodded twice and blinked twice to me. I thought she must have given me a gift and perhaps will help me? I just don't know what the gift of a coin means. If anyone has any ideas I would really appreciate reading them.

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Well! Mother Mary in Greco-Roman Dress, this is her... and giving a  Token of her Presence... this is a confirmation dream in which she says to trust her Seal of Mycenea. Holy Mother Mary's attribute was also the Dove...she was the Dove-Goddess. (OHC,p.76)

Now, would you like to know why she is so Holy?

The answer is very simple, simply because...

"She is the Mother of all that has been born or will be born." "She is there for anyone who, like herself, stands in  the service of (spiritual)fertility."(OHC, p.52... but the book  in these passages confuses her again with the Terrible Goddess  who rarely gives birth as she is a slayer of children.)

...and for now, let me spin my coffin once and show you the Spiritual Heritage of the Victor...with the example of the very famous Babylonian hero Marduk... the Sovereign of the Universe.

Take OHC of Neumann again and go from the top of p.165 to 167... and inside this complex stuff you will find rather interesting the remains of the Victor myth, in which as explained on p.165, the hero must prove his higher origin in order to succeed... and on pages you will come across some brilliant revelations like...

  " But the son (Marduk) has dreamt that his Father appeared to him, like "a man having a Sun for his head," and in the dream he rode the Sun Steed of his Future that his Father gave him. Already this horse named "Herzorn", which "has the wind in his belly" and "snuffs the Sun", stands in the stable and  gladden's the boy's heart."

Look!, it is stated here that...." the whole conflict sways round the existence and non-existence of this Horse!!!!!".  The Whole Conflict!!! The Whole Issue concerning the existence of the Spiritual World.

Well, I know for a fact that this Horse exists... because I rode on it in a dream, just like Marduk, Mohammed and Bellerophon... which also did the same in dreams... this is all written. Anyways, they say, on p.167, that Marduk... began to understand...

  "Perhaps the life we live is also the life of the Gods?!"

But, his physical mother which represents the establishment of the old age... who don't want to believe in the existence of the Magical Horse.... and then comes the Dead Day...when his mother tells him that he is...

       "Just a little boy born of the night, a new born thing without light or consciousness."

   And in despair he says... "But nobody can be anybody else; nobody else can be what I am - nobody but me!"

But, he was brought up being told that he could not....  "live by the bread that is baked in dreams."

  And he replies..."You bed-wetter, my father's dreams would have shown me my heritage, without my father's example.The body does not help it must cleave to the Spirit."

This Universal Law is very simple... the Winged-Horse of Fire, the Sun-Steed, the Chariot of the Sun is the Spirit of the Sun-God!!!  And it manifests in dreams.

This is so simple, and yet it appears so complicated because of those who took pleasure of distorting my story to the point  that no one can understand anymore.

So, this is the reason why I always have to come back and repeat the same old story of my spiritual heritage.... in order to show that whoever rode on this Horse of Fire were always the flesh incarnations of the Primordial Soul of the Universe... and, believe me, it is not the fault of the victim Rider... and very hard for him. You know, in the flesh I am only a simple man who considers the whole creation as a little family of which I am the father... and I would really like my chidren to live in peace and harmony. I came numerous of times, sometimes I succeeded and at others I failed... and hopefully this time I will succeed.

  You would like to know who I am...well, this is basically summerised in the following dream of Dream Wonder...

===Dream:  'Winged Leader' by Nutcracker ===

I had driven to a house. I went inside and found a man. The man was (Dr D as) a Tibetan monk of revered status. We stood at the kitchen window as he dried the dishes.  He wore off white clothing.  The kitchen too was white. Everything we communicated was done via telepathy.  I sensed that he was unhappy with my having material possessions and communicated back to him, "Oh, Winged Leader, the vehicle does not belong to me." I felt he thought I was a braggart for arriving in style. This pained me immensely as the last thing I would want to do is flaunt my possessions in anyone's face. (3/11/98)  Mystical

....and the divine messages of her dreams are undeniable. I am the Winged-Leader and you can read about him in many places but also in OHC, p.147 to 149...

" With the emergence and stabilization of leadership the group becomes further individualized. Not only is the leader set up as a hero, but the figures of spiritual progenitor, creator-god, ancestor, ideal leader, etc. begin to crystallize out from the mistiness of the primitive totem-image. It is a characteristic of the "god in the background"-a very early figure in the history of religion- that he is regarded not as a forefather, but more as the father who is the "Author of All Things." He is a spiritual figure not primarily connected with nature; he belongs to the primordial age, to the dawn of history, and steps out of it to bring culture and salvation to mankind. He is timeless in the sense that he does not enter into time, but dwells in the background  of time, in the primordial time that regulates our earthly chronology. Characteristic, too, in his relation to history and morality; for as the tribal ancestor, he is directly related to the  medicine men and the elders, the representatives of authority, power, wisdom, and esoteric knowledge. This creator figure is a  numinous projection from which is derived the God-King figure  of the hero. Generally speaking, the hero appears as the son  of a god, if he is not the god himself.

The identification culminates in the feeling that he is  the son of God, embodying in himself the whole mightiness of heaven. This is as much as to say that all heroes are god-begotten.

Only as one twice-born is he the hero, and that conversely anyone who has "suffered" the double birth must be regarded as a hero.

The transformation of the hero ....is a Transfiguration, a glorification, indeed an apotheosis, the central feature of which the birth of a higher mode of personality. This qualitative and essential change is what distinguishes the hero from the normal person. As we have said, mythology represents the hero as having two fathers: a personal father who does not  count or is the father of the carnal lower man, of the mortal part; and a heavenly father who is the father of the heroic part, of the higher man, who is "extraordinary" and immortal.

Hence, the archetype of the hero myth is often a Sun myth or even a Moon myth. Glorification means Deification. The hero is the Sun or Moon, i.e., a divinity. As a mere mortal, he is in reality the son a purely personal father, but as the hero he is the son of  a god and is identified, or identifies himself, with him."

OK! and for those who are new here...this is one of my main Transfiguration Dreams...with one of my Spiritual Fathers...

" When my mind woke up to its senses, I was walking down the street with my pack-sack on my back, in the center of a big Downtown, a concrete Jungle of Sky-scapers, somewhere. It was dawn, when everything is still misty and obscure and I was aware that the Sun was just about to rise. I was alone on the street, as the City was still asleep and there was in the air a distinctive seaside smell.

Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by a greenish light emanating from a little window, located at knee level in the thick concrete foundation wall of one of these tall Scrapers and located at the far end of a narrow Dead-End alley. So, I walked to the window and once there bending down, I saw at eye level, through a portion of the window, where the dirty glass was broken and missing, (lower left section) a familiar looking ball which was radiating this magical green irradiant light. Then, observing carefully, I came to realise that it was the Earth!! While the continents were dark, the Water of the Oceans were generating this luminescence which was lighting this dark cave.

Gradually, I began to be able to discern other forms in the the dark and soon saw that the earth was tied to a gold chain attached to the North pole and was going straight up in the cave of this large building. Then, I saw a hand....a right hand, holding this Earth from above and pulling down on it, against the chain, which was passing between the major and index finger of this hand.

Then, I slowly began to see the person who was pulling down against the chain.( This person was standing right up with the right arm right up too, and was right under the Earth.) Stretching my neck, I looked down following the bare right arm, which was covered by an ample sleeve, which would have normally covered the whole arm, but in this position it had slipped and covered only from the elbow downward to the shoulder.

I soon saw that he was wearing a white "Djelabah" type dress with a hood covering his head, but still I could see his face from a poor angle...and it seemed as if he was sleeping.

Actually, besides the angulation of his head, he was exactly in the position of Helios in the Statue of Liberty in New-York City....and besides a few little details such as the radiating torch in his right hand and the hood over his face ....he really looked like it.

Anyways, stretching my neck even further, in the hope of getting a better look at his face, I leaned in the in the broken corner of the window. At this point, I could see the lower rim of my left eye's orbit. Finally, I was able to get a good look at his face and as soon as I did, I immediately recognised him.

It was a shock. Rubbing my eyes, I looked twice or thrice just to make sure. Still, I could not believe my eyes, but yet I had to face the facts and the face....and reality. There was absolutely no doubt and to my utmost surprise He was verily on all angles the Great Person known as Jesus of Nazareth. I simply could not imagine such a scene like, and sincerely, it was the very last thing that I could expect.

His head was in the familiar position as He is usually represented on the Cross,...and His eyes were closed. For a while, I wondered if He was dead, but yet, since He was holding on to the Earth, by His obvious will....He was therefore well alive and at the most merely sleeping!!

Nevertheless, He was there, hanging on, in total resignation, as if His only way out would be when someone would go in there....inside this cave of materialism...where He was held prisonner....to break this Gold Chain of Materialism...and thus release the Christ and free the World, at the same time. ""One rock two birds!""  

In my mind it was saying...."Help Him...Help Him...Help Him....Someone Help Him!" In a rush, I felt a strong urge rising into me. I sincerely wanted to help Him...I personnaly wished to help the Christ....give Him a hand...give Him a break...but did not know how to get in.

Suddenly, my soul, in the flash of an instant, transmigrated in the head of the spiritual Holy Ghost body of Jesus. I transfigured with Him, from my own present ghost body, my soul transmigrated into His Holy Ghost body ...(which just happens to simply be another ghost body of a previous life of our unique immortal soul! )

And then, the Earth held in my right hand got brighter and brighter and its lighting effect spreaded to my whole body which also began to radiate a strong luminescence and soon the whole City at my feet was totally illuminated...and then gradually the Eastern States were brightly enlightened and then the whole North-American Continent....and soon the whole World was in the Light." (End)

"He shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand. He shall see the travail of his soul and shall be satisfied....."                                                        Isaiah 53,11

" I am the Light of the World. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."   John 8,12

   "I and the Father are One."

Therefore, shall it be a Dark Day... or a Bright Day?

"Adam...his soul passed by transmigration into David...his soul transmigrated into the Messiah." (The Talmud)

Now, with great ceremony...during the next 5 issues of ED, in Dr.Deus' column... I will spin my coffin over a 100 times and we shall see if the Winged-Horse of the Universal Monarch on which flew in dreams all my previous incarnations of the Sun-God... whether Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed or Zeus, or etc...really exists!!

"My Father! My Father! The Chariot of Israel and the Horsemen thereof!" 2 Kings 2,12

      Actually, very few of you can realise that you are all captive of my Tree-of-Life Eternal... and I omitted in the last issue in the story of the Jewel of the Universal Monarch...  this paragraph which outlined the periodical necessity of  uprooting the famous Tree-of-Life.

"Whatever captives there may be in my realm, let them set them all loose from their captivity; as this Tree has been delivered from its captivity, so let them release others from  bondage."

Therefore, Ladies and Gentlemen... just watch when I say...

"Turn! Turn! Magic Coffin! Turn!"

And as such Turn your own Captivity... and everytime you recognise the Winged-Horse of the Universal King you are supposed to say in faith...as stated in Psalm 126...

"When the Lord turned again the Captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream. Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing; then said among them the heathen, The Lord hath done great things for them. The Lord hath done great things for us; whereof we are glad."

"Turn again our Captivity, O Lord, as the streams in the south. they that sow in tears shall reap in joy. He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him."

"Turn again our Captivity, O Lord."

                  How come my name is not Treena Turner...? :)

                              Dr. Deus