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I love this stuff!
3x7+JK= new D Code sequel > team! |
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C'mon it's just a joke because I like you guys!!!! LOL!
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Eight is also creation and the sacred feminine principal of the first written language. Spider woman created the universe and spun her threads into the first primordial language... Dan you've got a lot of the sacred feminine in you!
1962 is also 1+9+6+2=18 (ANOTHER 8) or 18=9 3X3 the trinity... another pyramid. You softy!!!! Peace of Mind, Wormhole |
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Your post was right on the money,
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777 would you please go into more detail about the Bohemian Grove and explain why men who behave in misogynistic ways, and ban women from the Club yet worship something of feminine in nature. Also would you explain the other rituals as the burning of Care. Any significance in Mandolay.
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"For whoever does not know Self, does not know anything, but whoever knows Self, already has acquired Knowledge about the depth of the universe."
Book of Thomas ![]() One thing regarding knowledge. Those who have it have no need to give it to you, and those to whom it is given, who prove to be hoarding the knowledge, often find themselves receiving nothing. ![]() ![]() Mankind is drowned in the flood, or delusional waters of ignorance. His purpose is to rise above the waves, to smell the fresh air of freedom ,and possess a vision of the Sun ,that has a clarity far removed from the distortions, as a fish views the same from the sea. Those who have risen above the waves ![]() ![]() For it is the Vul nerable ,as in volvo, or vulva state in which man crosses the threshold of life and death ,into new life. ![]() ![]() YOU ![]() TUBE A fetus usually turns(9) upsidedown(6) in 36 weeks = 9 months (666) ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Do you see the secret in the letters below? Y B A B Y O U ![]() ![]() Awakening Osiris Egyption Book of the Dead 1. The Return A man is known by his words and deeds. Beautiful is the new sun sailing in the river of sky in the boat of morning. Beautiful is man in his moments in time, a thousand beads of thought on a white string. Darkness gives way to light, dumbness to speech, confusion to understanding. 4. The Gods Speak Let the great wheel turn. We sit at the hub of the universe and the stars spin around. A man's fortunes rise and decline. He makes plans and his plans are changed... Let one's speech be thoughful so that small things said unthinkingly shall not fall as bad seed and sprout vines that surround him. A man reaps what he sows. What he dreams of shall come to pass. 5. Coming Forth by Day For you I light a fire in the sky. My love dispels darkness... We shall nourish each other with words and bread. Born of stars, of pale moonlight skimming mountaintops, we are men and women exchanging glances at the crossroads. I am born of sky, filled with light. I darken. I am various as weather. I am predictable as sunrise, moonset, the winds that blow, breathtaking as Sirius risng. I am for you. I am the utterer of your name. Speak of me often and we shall live. 8. Triumph Over Darkness Now I seize darkness by its arms and shake it... I am triumphant... I bring to form the man I am, the thoughts I imagined, the worlds I dreamed. The bones of my head burst into flame. I shoot fiery arrows into night's darkness and they are like falling stars, messages of light. I live according to what I know and love, the healing of words, the healing of herbs, the stealing of kisses, the pleasures and duties of men. 29. Coming Forth and Passing Through Above olive trees I rise like the sun, like the moon above the date palms. Where there is light, I enter absolute. Where there is dark, there is none of me. Like the moon above the date palms, I rise. I am counted as one among stars. I am sworn to life. I am bound to death. I take my oath under the sun, splendid eye set ablaze in the forehead of its father. 39. Before Changing Once the world was formless and empty with night until found by the light and filled. Under a moon both dark and bright, man grew half-obscured, while olive branches bent toward the light and roots dug deep in clay darkness. We create ourselves in the forms we imagine. Years pass. We are what we have spoken. 45. Becoming the Child In the womb before the world began, I was a child among other gods and children who were, or may be, or might have been. There in the dark when we could not see each other's faces, we agreed with one mind to be born, to separate, to forget the pact we made that we might learn the secrets of our fraternity. We agreed to know sorrow in exchange for joy, to know death in exchange for life. We were dark seeds of possibility whispering. Then one by one we entered alone. We walked on our legs, and as we had said, we passed in well-lit streets without recognizing each other; yet we were gods sheathed in flesh, the multitude of a single spirit. 46. Becoming the Lotus As if I'd slept a thousand years underwater I wake into a new season. I am the blue lotus rising. I am the cup of dreams and memory opening--I, the thousand-petaled flower. At dawn the sun rises naked and new as a babe; I open myself and am entered by light. This is the joy, the slow awakening into fire as one by one the petals open, as the fingers that held tight the secret unfurl. I let go of the past and release the fragrance of flowers. |
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