Give humble respect to each
of the wise people of the gift
for honor is due to them.
~ The Book of the O'Connor Don, Irish text (trans. CM)
I am in the place
between sun and moon,
where the lightning-flash strikes.
-- Ross Nichols
Finally, a soft voice responded. "Sithchain ni caran."
A pause.
Then, it was Zari's turn, "Lady, open the portal!"
"I will not open it."
"Why not, Lady?"
"None may enter Sephiroth's Circle but the child of a sovereign of a privileged country, or a truth craftsman bringing his craft."
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Standing in the courtyard to the triangular renaissance era Wewelsburg Castle, the men stretched, tugged their suits into proper order and marched for the castle's door leading to the interior of the north tower. The castle served as an order-castle for the Schutzstaffel of the volkisch Reich, an idea suggested to Himmler by a Nahzor named Weisthor, who's legal German name was Karl Maria Wiligut. Weisthor was Himmler's Rasputin and had assisted Himmler in crafting the Irminen belief, the official recognized religion of the SS and Nazi regime, eclesiastically presided over by castle commodant, Manfred von Knobelsdorff.
Weisthor, a decade past in support of a nazis order on par with the Knights Templar, had told Himmler and Knobelsdorff a story about an old shepherds vision called
The Battle at the Birch Tree. It spoke of a prophecy in which an enormous army of the East would be decisively beaten by the West. Weisthor claimed that Wewelsburg was the bastion against which the new Hun invasion would be broken in fulfillment of the prophecy. Himmler, conclusively saw the concept of an order-castle for his SS in terms of old Marianburg, which had served as one for the Teutonic Knights. Otto Rahn who had worked for Weisthor up until his death in 1939, had written a book that depicted the Cathar Heresy and Grail legends up through the destruction of the Knights Templar, as part of a ancient Gothic gnosticism. Himmler embraced this belief and his intentions for the castle included additional remodeling and enormous architectual extensions consisting of halls, galleries, towers, turrets, and curtain walls arranged in a semi-circle around the original structure on the hillside, after the local village was relocated. The plans specified the
structure due to be completed around 1960. It was a grand scale expected to rival the Vatican itself.
The architects had taken to calling it,
"the Center of the World" project.
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Cy,
What will be...... will be.
It’s still going to be the best possible world, come hell or high water.
Because, rest assured, this world remains at the center of Creation. The jguy didn’t come here for nothing.
Other folks may or may not believe that, but the
Truth will be forthcoming.
>>>>TUras (A Soul Journey) - Universal Consciousness - Truth Study in Relational Being/All Being in the vast, complex communion with all things. <<<<
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The physical universe functions
beneath complex integral relationships
between mystical experiences and spiritual insight.
It meditates on the connection
between your mind, your body and the matter in the stars.
~ Book of Life, Corteum Codex, record 115x.12
"There is no Cartesian theater
where conscious experience occurs..."
-- regarding Dennett's Zombies,
remarks by author Daniel Dennett,
in the book Consciousness Explained.
"The hard problem of consciousness is the problem of explaining how and why we have qualia or phenomenal experiences-- if consciousness cannot be explained exclusively by physical events, it must transcend the capabilities of physical systems and require an
explanation of nonphysical means. For philosophers who assert that consciousness is nonphysical in nature, there remains a question about what outside of physical theory is required to explain consciousness."
-- The Hard Problem of Consciousness, Wikipedia.
The raumschiff Andromeda floated in its moorings 15 meters over a hangar floor that normally housed the giant German zeppelins in Peenemunde, a base on the Baltic Sea known for being the most technological facility in the world at the time.
Andromeda's enormous blue-grey bulk rose toward the ceiling of the chamber, bathed in hangar lights, in eye-devouring splendor. Below the disc hundreds of the programmable life-forms called bunka, and human technicians working in the secret German E5 exotic technology crew, deftly roamed the craft to inspect every aspect of the four bell-shaped
engines, eight levitators, two giant plasma cannons, and the fire-resistant victalen (frozen smoke) hull that was constructed of a elastic triple layer composite material consisting of graphene coated carbon aerogel.
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The traditional concept of service is based upon the honor of the soul and the respect that we tender to other souls...It is only when we are able and willing to look beyond the boundaries of our own concerns and inquire what is wrong and to what extent we are
involved in putting things right that we truly understand service. ~ Caitlin Mathews, on Service of the Grail, Celtic Spirit.
"As a people," Connery explained, "we understand now that the beauty of creativity, opportunity and the pursuit of all being cannot exist with any true permanence without also the warriors vigilance. It is an allied quality."
A flash of light occured at the other end of the room and all three looked up to see Merope emerge from an ethreal rift between worlds. Her topaz gown, light and silken, catching the slightest of air movement, rippling around her as she moved softly forward toward
their small group.
"Lady! An unexpected honor," Alana murmered smiling in welcome.
Connery bowed, his hand over his heart in an act of deep respect.
Merope returned the smile, tipping her head gracefully to Alana and Connery.
"I came to lay my own encouragment upon the child of the Gift."
Merope took Zari's hands in her own and examined her face with the gleam of kenning. It flowed over Zari like a cool summer breeze, fresh as if brought straight from the Starlight Garden, it's touch so gentle it was barely perceiveable, yet tangibly directed from within
the complex mind matrice by the collective Adepts.
"Daughter, the soul encompasses the vastness of time and space, uncircumscribed by temporal dimensions. It expresses itself within the physical life. Physical life is comprised of three elements described in metaphor: the depths of oceans, the breadths of
lands, and the mystery regions of the heavens. The fusion of these elements with the ensouled, who lives within the dispensation of these dimensions, upholds the very fabric of our reality," she counseled in a voice soft, but precisely enunciated.
"Yet," and Merope then reached up deftly brushing an errant strand of red hair from Zari's eyes, "the soul itself is greater even than this, capable of perception and travel beyond these realms, into a wider domain unseen by our immediate experience. For the soul, the passage of ages is but a day in cosmic time. You as twice-born are surpassing a threshold and entering a plane of experience where the greater truths and dimensions will in good time become apparent to you. This experience will come with appropriate teachers. I leave you in the good hands of Cheeosh, for he walks the path your qualities, soul-tied intelligences, and allies already tread...a path the immensity of the cosmos reflected within you, calls to you so powerfully about. Walk with confidence that you do
indeed belong on it," Merope encouraged her.
The incredibly beautiful Adept with the butterfly-wing patterns on her eyes, released her grip on Zari's hands, stepped back two paces with a gentle smile and vanished from the room as if she had been but a ghost.
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The ancient term geis refers to a concept that means a binding obligation that has to be upheld at all costs. It also at times contains a sense of taboo, something forbidden. It is a concept who's meaning is intertwined with one's honor and the obligations or prohibitions to which an individual is bound and proclaimed, often at birth or at a childs initiation into adulthood. Each champion is imbued with a geis or geasa (plural) which ensure our success, our survival, and our integrity; keeping us and the greater story
singing us from harm. Every geis increases or evolves as the bound individual, he or herself, grows. No one chooses all their geasa. Those laid upon a champion are often highly inconvenient, demanding, restricting freedom. But also reminding us of the
boundaries of our honor, the universe in relation to us, and to the contracts of life itself.~ Old Irish Tradition, Pacific Northwest USA.
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