App-Desert Peace Process 2002-road

The Purpose of HEALING - K.I.S.S.

- as stated 12 years ago - was and is

to help me and my potential P E E R s

"to HEAL ourselves into WHOLEness,

and - by extension - all of CREATion!"

Intro to Healing-K.i.s.s. 2001-2013
and Overview of its main libraries

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I focus my experiencing and awareness on being
"a pioneer of Evolution in learning to feel":
I let my Body vibrate and my Heart 'womb'
pain, shame, fear, boredom, powerlessness,
so feelings can >heal >guide>fulfill>evolve,
and ~~~ offer ~~~"goldmines"~~~ to us all!!
"I want you to feel everything, every little thing!"

See further down 2012 the last three of
The 8 RIGHT USE OF WILL Books

Overview of and Links to the Pages of My Community: Desert Vision - Succah

Parting from its realization in the exterior World

A DESERT PEACE PROCESS - 2002 - THE ROAD

Dawn over the Succayah

Succat
Sarah

The Road to
Mitzpe-Ramon

Hebrew
e-mails

Walking the 7 km road from Avi to Gadi on 2002_08_24
2002_10_14-16 ; last update: 2003_03_01

Walking this lonely road brings up so many memories and emotions.

I'll start with 2 photos taken the evening before from the south west hills opposite the Succayah.
They point to the east, to the road from Succah-in-the-Desert to Mitzpe-Ramon, Gadi's town.

Ancient terraces in the wadi;
spots on the slope where herds gathered ,
Mount "Lekh-Lekha" to the right of the Observatory.

The 2,5 km dust road passes by the high hill, which I came to call "Mount Lekh Lekha",
after Yaron's theater workshop - in 1992 - had played the "Binding of Isaac" [Genesis 22],
using the whole area, but imagining the place of the NON-Sacrifice on a rock of this hill.

Looking back to the now official sign "Succah in the Desert" at the turn to the dust road.
The little grove behind it was - like several others - planted by the "Keren Kayemet Fund",
officials who started to reforest the country a hundred years ago and cannot grasp the fact,
that the desert needs to stay the desert, if we want it to serve us as the future hosting space.

The road ends at the Observatory and so does the unburried water pipe running along to the right.
In the beginning I tapped water from an outlet for the Bedouins which is close to the town.
Then the municipality installed a tap near the grove for Succah in the Desert,
from which we filled the two 300 liter tanks in the jeep.

Not in the morning, but in the afternoon, with Gadi and Efrat in their landrover,
we met Fadiya, her kids (her daughter Hamda veiled herself the minute I asked if I could photograph them)
and her kids (a herd of sheep and goat, though only one is showing here)
taking water from the tap under the cypresses, the only place from where they are allowed to do that.

The Bedouins in Israel - like elsewhere in "civilized and orderly" states - have been evicted from the desert and confined to artificial "Bedouin towns".
but in Mitzpe-Ramon one branched-out family has the priviledge to live and graze, though in a meticulously defined area.
Once they asked me, if they could take water from our tap, since it was so much closer to where their herd grazed then.
They would pay their share in the bill, of course.
Unfortunately my enemy, the ranger, discovered them there~~~~~~~

The shadows of the clouds driven by the wind race over the hills and wadis.
Where the cypress trees grow, a rarely used trail leads to the Alpacca-Farm.

From this turn on the crest both can be seen: the Observatory in the West and Mitzpe-Ramon in the East.
At first I had a bike, but as all my many bikes, it soon was stolen, and I had to walk,
until we bought a jeep, for which the money was given to me by my oldest German friend, Anke Ristenpart.
Still, there were many times, when I had to walk - the jeep was out of order, or another team-worker needed it,
and when I made my lekh-lekha as a hostess in 1994, I wanted to make a point of the Succayah's independence.
Except for a room in the office flat, I did not use anything from the Succayah, including water and the car.
I bought a bike in order to go with it to the office every morning at 6, even in winter, when it was still dark and frozen,
mainly in order to savor 45 minutes of talking to the man I loved, which was possible only before his working hours.
Walking or riding this long distance, I was aware of Ups and Downs and every turn in the road, even of the few bushes on its side.

Riding or walking down the road brought me to this closest spot to the Crater. Often the view was spectacular.
Sometimes I stopped the car and sat at the edge.
It was here, that during a hellish depression I threw my rage at God:
"Even death would not help me! Why is it impossible to not exist? This is outrageously unfair."

Finally I reach the little town, with its standard Israeli water tower, overlooking the Ramon Crater (invisible to the right)

Never before did my long walk or bike ride have this goal:
To prevent from my "partners" to sell out the Succah and themselves to lawyers and courts.

Dawn over the Succayah

Succat
Sarah

The Road to
Mitzpe-Ramon

Hebrew
e-mails

September 9-10, 2012

Exactly 10 years after I began the Desert-Peace-Process
I'm using the free space on these pages for copying and graphically editing the info from
the last three of the eight books of Right Use of Will
Since the copying and excerpting of the Red Book is completed,
I continue to copy - without any omissions
the Orange Book and the Indigo Book.
Since I found out, that the Indigo Book has been "re-done" byCeanne, the Channeler,

I continue to listen to Haydn's "Creation", [with English subtitles of the lyrics),
[it is the only video of a full performance, I can find, but it's outrageous, that almost all Biblical passages about the Creation are omitted].
while continuing to copy the chapter about
"THE ORIGINS OF PAN, OR THE ORIGINAL OFFERING OF THE APPLE" in the orange book,
and "THE ISLE" in the Indigo Book

The orange, 6th RUOW book
[channeled by Ceanne de Rohan in 1995]
6 LAND OF PAN
The Loss of Power and Magic on Earth
Dedicated to The Father of Manifestation,
that maligned, misunderstood, but essential Part of God

The indigo, 8th RUOW book
[channeled by Ceanne de Rohan in 1995]
8 INDIGO - The Search for
True Understanding and Balance
Dedicated to
The Four Parts of God in Loving Balance

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not know if He was moving as Our protector, or if We had lost Our protector.

Whatever it was , the last time I had the dream was almost simultaneous with, or interspersed with, glimmerings of awareness of My feeling of a, by now, starving and freezing, falling into darkness, encampment, with my children huddled around Me as though We were all dying there together, or were about to; or perhaps it was only Me who was so cold and dying there. I did not know.

I felt like an ineffective mother who had become so heartsick and paralyzed at the loss of her partner that she had not done anything to try to keep herself or her children alive, and had, instead, retreated into a dream world of some fantasy courtship with him, before there even were children and had, thus, lost all sense of time or orientation in reality or realities, not knowing here from there, dream from reality, waking from sleeping, past from present or future, or if I ever did know or have such distinctions, or if they were real distinctions anyway.

As the elf plucked the flowers, I experienced Our embers die back to coals. As the flowers were offered, Heart held back in fear, but also leaped a little and tried to go toward the face in blue. As the flowers were plucked from the trees, We held Our breath, not knowing whether to stand, still go ahead, turn back or hide. As the face in Blue turned and offered the flowers to be buzzing sound in Blue, I was hopeful, horrified and frightened all a once. I could not see it all, but I felt that the flowers were snatched, drained, decimated and discarded, disregarded and trampled in the whirling vortex of frenzy in Blue. My high hopes for relationship with this gentle loving Light plummeted, Heart broke, the fire died back further. I felt We must turn and go back down, although I still hoped and some parts wanted to go ahead no matter what I tried to go forward, perhaps to find out what happened to the flowers, to ask for them back or to rescue them. I don't know what.

There was enraged shouting of, "Not enough, not enough!"

I shrank back, frozen in terror and grief and uncertainty that wanted to believe I had just misinterpreted things and that there would be a more favorable reversal at any moment. When I decided I must turn away from the dream and go back to My encampment and cope alone, it was too late. The sky had turned white, the sounds had reached the proportions of an ugly giant about to explode, which it did and the smack came down, blinding Me and striking, if My feeling serves Me right, into the middle of

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Our almost barren fire.

I was terribly damaged and lost conscoiusness of both My loved realities. Another reality was superimposed on Me. I did not feel I liked it or know why it had to happen. I felt pain and heartbreak and all else that sprang from the smack.

And what had happened to the elfin woman, I did not know for a long time. I had so much damage and burden of guilt for not having done the right thing in so many different ways and forms that I went falling and plunging down for a long time. I have always wondered if we fell away because Our Father was not there to hold Us, or if there was any way at all to have had a better outcome. or if what happened had to happen and was the only thing that could have happened. The heartbreak, damage and pain of it has always made Me wish and wonder if some other way could have been found, and My guilt has punished Me for feeling I did not know the right thing to do there.

I could not feel like leaving the others in Our encampment was a good idea, like leaving children prey to wild beasts while I went in search of their Father, probably becoming prey Myself. I felt, but when I found out later that God was having the same dream, I thought my heart would surely break over what had been killed there.

And even much later, when these ancient images began to manifest in Pangea, and I thought My dreams, visions and fantasies had perhaps come back again and would live and become real to Me, it was all so full of the cruel warp and damage from the smack that it stirred in Me nightmares of other anguished images I also had, such as battered and mutilated children, lost and also returned to Me by the murderers, rapists and other sadists, either dead on My doorstep, or unable to live their lives as they would have otherwise.

Too many parts of this imagery were full of hatred and unmoved emotions, and especially of hateful blame that seemed to hate Me for ever having had these images, as though I was demanding that they be cute for Me when they had never wanted to be, that I felt terrified and alone and wrong, but also, hated them all for such ugly twistings of My cherished visions that it seemed they hated Me and My visions and my attachment to them.

Blue, by its own accounting, had revved up into an electrical charge of sexual fernzy and mental excitation, full of the feelings of having burst out of something that had been repressing it for a long time. It was not about to let anything put it back into that place

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These children did not know how precarious the faeries' protection had become, mostly because of them, and their parents did not want to let them know this. The faerie king had theatened withdrawal of his protection so many times around issues involving the temple that they thought it was only another part of the way he controlled their parents and did not believe they were real threats anyway.

Meanwhile, in that year, the two days of the Full Moon again fell on the day before the Summer Solstice and on The Solstice. The temple people were making plans to have this be their biggest celebration ever, starting a full day ahead with their Moon oriented rituals and going toward the Sun on the Solstice with a full procession up the Tor.

The men having their way had gone much father out now than the women who first made this offer had foreseen when they originally made the offer. By the time the deep idigo evening of the longest day of the year had settled in around them and the Full Moon rose over the Tor, first golden and then white, they had been partying, drinking their concoctions and having sex in the heavy underbrush around the edge of the Tor for twenty-four hours. Some of the men were so drunk and drugged that they did not kow what was happening around them or what they were really doing.

From a nearby hill where the faeries were dancing in the moonlight, they heard the noises echoing off the Tor again. They felt they had been displaced to a nearby hill and did not like it, but by then, the temple people and the local people had become so entangled together from the raising of these temple children that it seemed impossible to get them to eithrr stop what they were doing or leave.

Many of the local people still went to this festival, hoping their children would not go so far out into a drugged orgy if they were present, but many others stayed away because they had given up. The faerie king and some of the other faeries flew high above the Tor to see what was really going on there and, once again, did not like what they saw.

As they hovered there, some of the men on the Tor looked up and noticed them. They began to scream at the faeries to come down and join them, as though they thought the faeries were drawn there as some kind of voyeurs who liked this. They began to fear for themselves, because this light was coming toward them like it wanted to attach itself and pull them dwn. They felt terror

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rising in their hearts, but before they could fly away, these satyr-like men were hurling rage, and the light that went with it [?????], at them and trying to grab for them.

The faerie king called to all the faeries to fly away, but they seemed to be somewhat frozen in midair. He screamed at them and managed to get them to move again, and they flew to a nearby hill. When they reached another hill, they still wanted to dance, believing that if they did not dance, nature would not be revitalized the way it needed to be, but they could not. The evening's mood had been suddenly changed for them. They had fears that part of this light had attached itself to them in some way, and when they looked around, it seemed to be true. There were little patches of pearlized (sic) light in them now, especially in the ones who had been nearly tuoched by the men who had been grabbing for them on the Tor.

A great panic arose in them, and especially in the ones who had more of this light, that they were now going to descend into being mortals and no longer live forever. They believed that to remain as they were, they had to keep themselves entirely separate from what they saw as causing the descent into physical density and mortality. They had never been touched by the local people in all of their long history with them, nor had they ever had a problem with their sexuality in this way.

The faeries began to feel that they must dance now and try to dance it out of themselves for their own sakes, but they feared it was going to go into nature this way then and that that was not right. They did not let themselves notice that nature already had this imprinting, because they never saw the results of their not dancing and kept a high level of light in nature around them.

The faeries began to dance and swirl, losing sight of everything around them in the panic of trying to get this "bad light" out of them with their own dancing, swirling light. They had begun to vibrate colors, when they were abruptly and rudely interrupted by satyr-like men, who had stalked them, leaping out of the woods and trying to grab them.

They panicked, which gave them a momentary hesitation in which some of the men did grab them. They were not solid enough for them to hold onto, but these faeries were touched by the "bad light' of the rage these men were hurling at them. They were screaming things like, "You have no right to judge us or our sexuality! Get out of here!" They were going after them sexually at the same time.

10:43 Nr. 2 Arie mit Chor

Nun schwanden vor dem heiligen Strahle
Des schwarzen Dunkels gräuliche Schatten:
Der erste Tag entstand.
[This is a far-reaching failure of translation in all non-Hebrew editions:
it is not written: "the first day", but "ONE day": YOM AEKHAD]
Verwirrung weicht, und Ordnung keimt empor.
Erstarrt entflieht der Höllengeister Schar
In des Abgrunds Tiefen hinab Zur ewigen Nacht.

12:31 Chor
Verzweiflung, Wut und Schrecken Begleiten ihren Sturz,
Und eine neue Welt entspringt auf Gottes Wort.

Nr. 3 Rezitativ, Raphael , Nr. 5 Rezitativ, Raphael, Genesis 1:7
[missing in this performance ]
Und Gott machte das Firmament und teilte die Wasser,
die unter dem Firmament waren, von den Gewässern,
die ober dem Firmament waren, und es ward so.

Da tobten brausend heftige Stürme;
wie Spreu vor dem Winde, so flogen die Wolken,
die Luft durchschnitten feurige Blitze und schrecklich rollten die Donner umher.
Der Flut entstieg auf sein Geheiß
der allerquickende Regen, der allerverheerende Schauer, der leichte, flockige Schnee.

14: 23 Nr. 4 Chor mit Sopransolo,

Gabriel
Mit Staunen sieht das Wunderwerk
Der Himmelsbürger frohe Schar,
Und laut ertönt aus ihren Kehlen
Des Schöpfers Lob, Das Lob des zweiten Tags.

Chor
Und laut ertönt aus ihren Kehlen Des Schöpfers Lob,
Das Lob des zweiten Tags.

The indigo, 8th RUOW book
[channeled by Ceanne de Rohan in 1995]
8 INDIGO - The Search for
True Understanding and Balance
Dedicated to
The Four Parts of God in Loving Balance

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or put any limits at all on it anymore, and it had grown quickly enraged and accusationally judgmental that there was even any discussion in the Will, which it claims to have seen and heard clearly, about whether it should be allowed to do this or not, which was not My take on Our discussion in the Will.

Blue began circling in on itself then in a way that felt to Us like turning its back on Us in judgment, and even worse, what felt like a hatred, a blame and a rejection of Us based on what We felt was an unfair interpretation of Us. After that, it seemed like there was no reaching Blue. Our fate had already been sealed. Blue was already planning to kill Us. We could just feel it in the Will. Still, We hoped for the best and for another outcome, somehow.

I expecially hated Blue so much I thought I never would be able to forgive it until maybe now I can, because now it looks like Blue is finally going to move to take responsibility for this. In so doing, Blue has started to restore Green to Me, and in so doing, the elfin-woman has begun to be restored and is turning out to be a part of the Mother presence in Green, be it even so much damaged and frozen in uncertainty, terror and heartbreak with so much healing needing to be done.

In Pangea, as the Father of Manifestation strode through the forest and away from the giants, with Me hidden upon Him, these old imprints were triggered in Me as all of my issues about Him leaving Me to suffer this fate, not really being interested in Me and not really loving Me. I wondered how much He participated in causing this fate, whether He wanted Me to live or not, and how much He came after Me out of guilt and how much out of love.

I feared His blueness here, and from the deep pool of My lost, primordial images, ancient memories and subconscious terrain could only surface the fear of the elfin girl-woman to reach toward Blue, feeling no real acceptance there from Him, as though He knew where letting it get started [sic] would lead before I did.

What I was most triggered by there in His blueness was the sound of His voice. I felt, more than I remembered, that it was the sound of the voice that originally spoke in Blue's rage. I feared He was denying rage there, and so much feared this rage that I pulled away from this, did not allow the issues I had with Him there to come up, felt only My fear of His rage and focused on My gratitude for being rescued.

I was subconsciously imprinted by the sound of Blue's rage there that He was the Father of this rage and that in Blue, this rage had used the Red and Orange of those flowers to rev up into the

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sexual frenzy and electrical excitement that had exploded and smacked.

THE MOTHER'S COURT
OR THE POWER STRUGGLE IN BLUE

Looking back now from the position of recalling imprinting, it all looked so similar to Me in Pangea, including the feeling of dread about what was going to happen next. The forms I had seen so long ago in My original images of Pan were there, but they were all twisted and damaged by the smack, and the imprinting was there, including the encircling encampment by firelight according to color, but I didn't know what to call it then, or how to surface it in My consciousness in such a way as to have it accepted then.

It seemed there was no intent to accept it or to encourage Me to give it as it came, which was to give what was on the top of the heap and go down from there. Down didn't look like up to anybody there including Me, yet I was down, and so I wandered alone in the woods, unaccepted, unwanted, unhelped, unencouraged and uncomforted; a bother to everyone, even Myself, as great as My self-hatred was for feeling the way I felt in an energy field of non-acceptance for it.

Fragmentation was immense then too, and so much of it turning against what it had fragmented out of, hating being denied, and either leaving or feeling it had gotten the boot. Many of these pieces were often outside the rings of any fires. [??????]

Many of these forms were causing trouble, often more unseen than not, even farther back in the woods, much of which didn't surface until the last minute in Pan when Lucifer came and took over their forms by moving consciousness out of the power positions [????] and activating imprinting. Many of these denials thought they were going to get the help and power they wanted to have against the parts they blamed and hated, and many of them did, but not in the ways they thought or hoped for, since Lucifer quickly overpowered and enslaved them also.

Meanwhile, at the court of the Dragon Mother, the shifting sands of tricky and treacherous alliances were progressing in their power plays. The Dragon Mother, Faerie Queen, as she still maintained she was, was still sitting demurely on her throne, or so she thought, and was presenting the image of beauty waiting for her prince, patiently occupying herself with all of the affairs of

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The faeries did not know which way to fly. They seemed to be surrounded and did not want to pass through the physical pressence of these men. They wanted to fly high above them and get out of there, but they could not gain enough speed from the place of slowed frightened vibration they were in. They saw no choice but to fly through these men who were closing in on them.They were flying low through the woods, and some could not go high after that.

The faerie king was furious at seeing his faeries running and flying in panic through the woods, but he could not stop them. He was furious at himself that he had not listened to his feelings of not wanting to go to the Tor that night in favor of the feeling that he did not want to feel pushed out of any place in what he regarded as his land and furious that he had ever trusted the temple people when he had a feeling that they were not telling the whole truth of what they planned to do there. "You had to know! you just had to know!" he kept saying to himself as he went after his faeries, telling himself that he did not have to know; he just had to feel that something was wrong and stay away.

Old memories were being stirred in him, too, but he did not really know what they were. There were images of running and flying away and of almost being stampeded over by others who were also running and flying away images of him leading his people away secretly and more running in panic. Where they had run to was this place, but where they had run from, he could not remember. They had had no memories left of a bad place, only memories of an old time when faeries and elves ran free, weren't strange and did not need to hide.

He thought of the caves as a hiding place and wanted his people to be safe in the caves under the Tor but felt that if they went there, they would find people were in there now, too. He did not mind passing through physical reality or encountering people sometimes, but people everywhere with no respect, he did greatly mind.

They ran deeper into the woods then, moving more in terror as they went than moving terror, but they could not get away from this light. It went with them wherever they went, and wherever it settled in, it seemed able to increase its presence. The faeries did not know how it was able to do this.

They were terrified that it was not possible to ever go back to the way they were before this happened to them. They had all run from this light originally and had continued to repeat that pattern,

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and so there were several layers of very old images that were barely surfacing, because it had been so long since they had seen this light.

the faerie king felt especially frightened and angry at himself that he had had other faeries here with him and furious at the local people for being unable to tell the temple people, when they first got there, that there was no way they were going to use the Tor for anything, but then he realized they would have done it anyway.

He feared his people were contiminated now, and he did not know the cure. He felt he must stop the temple people somehow and make them leave; then maybe they could move that bad light back out of themselves without giving it any more presence there, but he did not know who was going to help him. Now that his own people were contaminated, they were quarreling and resisting him and showing other signs of lack of alignment with one another. They never danced that night, because there were people everywhere out in the woods. He felt it was a bad omen.

Late the next day, he found out that on one of the nearby hills, a young woman and her small son had been killed. They had been whipped, choked and otherwise abused, and no one of the temple people admitted any involvement or even to know anything about it, yet temple people had done it. He could see that clearly. He flew to the local people in an outrage that said either the temple people had to go, or he was going to go.

He gave them quige a speech, then, of which only certain key phrases were repeated by those who heard it to those who did not hear it, and that is what I am going to give to you. "This is too much to have to protect. You're becoming more ike your temple children's light. When we first took them in as "lost" babies, we thought we were saving them from something, and we were! Horrible things! We thought that they would grow up to be more like us, but instead, they have been making us more like them, until now, we all feel contaminated by their presence. You should not have been taking our protection for granted! You should have made them listen to you more as their parents.They think they know better than all of us now! Those people are in a parallel universe that is not loving, and there is no way to bridge the two without trouble!"

Then he began to stomp around and repeat over and over, "I don't know why I didn't remember this! I don't know why I didn't remember this!" as though he was remembering it just then. "It had just been too long! You mortals don't remember this and have even quit telling the stories about this, but I should not have forgotten!

Nr. 5 Rezitativ, Raphael, Genesis 1:6-7
[missing in this performance ]

Und Gott sprach: Es sammle sich das Wasser
unter dem Himmel zusammen an einem Platz
und es erscheine das trockne Land; und es ward so.
Und Gott nannte das trockne Land "Erde"
und die Sammlung der Wasser nannte er "Meer";
Und Gott sah, daß es gut war.

16:30 Nr. 6 - Arie Raphael
Rollend in schäumenden Wellen
Bewegt sich ungestüm das Meer.
Hügel und Felsen erscheinen,
Der Berge Gipfel steigt empor.
Die Fläche, weit gedehnt,
Durchläuft der breite Strom
In mancher Krümme.
Leise rauschend gleitet fort
Im stillen Tal der helle Bach.

The indigo, 8th RUOW book
[channeled by Ceanne de Rohan in 1995]
8 INDIGO - The Search for
True Understanding and Balance
Dedicated to
The Four Parts of God in Loving Balance

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court, but in truth, grownig very impatient waiting for God to come to His senses and come down to her and being constantly distracted by feelings of rage that she felt she dared not move in court.

She was consumed with feelngs of abandonment and rage, but she preferred to present the image that she did not care whether or not I came to her. It was a matter of pride, and that same pride kept her from showing herself as the Dragon Mother in public. She felt shame about it. Not only did she not want to let herself be seen going through the form change in public and have others learn from it, or hear how she screamed at My light and I did not come, she also did not want to lose the image of the Fire Dragon as her great rescuer, power back-up and protectorate.If it was to be seen as only her, not only would she feel she had lost the appearance of an intimidating ally, as well as ashamed and embarrassed about her deception, but also frightened that if the satyrs saw the connection between her rage and her form change, they could nab her as the Faerie Queen and prevent her, somehow, from being able to become the Fire Dragon and rescue herself.

The more the Ronalokas in the court praised and venerated the Fire Dragon for her bravery, strength and power, and as the Mother image they wanted to have, however, the more she could not stand the idea of the Fire Dragon being thought of as someone else, and that that "someone else" then was getting the praise and admiration she so much wanted to have directly for herself.

The Ronalokas who were praising the Fire Dragon and venerating her form as the Mother they would like to have, however, were vererating only her form; they were not venerating her power as any they would like her to have. Like the satyrs, they did not want her to have power unless they controlled it, and, thus, it was really their power. In their fantasies, they controlled the Fire Dragon Mother, and this made them the most powerful beings on Earth since they controlled the image they were venerating as the most powerful being on Earth.

These Ronalokas moved as if they were rage polarized, but they had a denied heart presence that was not being recognized here as wanting to take over the Parents' place and become the Parents themselves. All of these pieces wanted to be the Parental piece without seeng that all of the other pieces also wanted the same position because they all saw themselves as the most powerful, the most qualified and the most in the know (sic) and saw all of the others as weak and flawed in some way they could not stand.

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In their veneration of the Fire Dragon, her lack of mothering did not bother them because they did not want to be mothered. They wanted mothering only on their own terms from an image of the Mother that they controlled. In this fantasy, their image was more of "Mother as maid" who waited on them hand and foot and praised them as they were now praising the mother on Earth. In their fantasies, they had the Fire Dragon scorch anyone with her fiery breath who dared darken their doorway wthout their permission and invitation, and often amused themselves then with images that would show they controlled her and held power over her and that she served them, such as having her use her fiery breath to warm their baths, heat their chamers to the appropriate temprature, light a fire on their hearth, toast their food, and other things that they felt would make them more comfortable while being praised by her for their great powers, wisdom and conquests, but they also had images of the Mother serving them in much more sinister, dark and heavy ways.

All the praises they were giving to the Fire Dragon, in other words, were praises they wanted to have given to themselves, with no parental input that might even suggest correction or criticism of any sort, let alone advice, since they did not need any. As far as they were concerned, there was no reason to parent them since they had the ability to parent themselves. Therefore, the Fire Dragon's reptilian concept of mothering, with a few subduing alterations in her behavior, did not bother them. In fact, they liked it because it gave their competition issues the space to do whatever they wanted to do to their other siblings who might be weaker and who might not like the kind of power they wanted to have.

In this way, they intimidated the rest of the Ronalokas into behaving as though there were no power struggles or problems of alignment within the group because they were in charge and every overture toward the Ronalokas were met by one of the denied heart Ronalokas who controlled the rest of the group in their area.

This must have felt like protection to the other Ronalokas at first when they said things such as, "I can keep the satyrs away from you if, in exchange, you let me be in control here," but it quickly turned into dominance and repression of any other feelings they might have had about how things should go that even used these feelings against the other Ronalokas if there was any slip up in denied heart's protection of them from the satyrs by saying that it was the fault of the ones who had suffered from lack of protection, not the fault of the protectors, and that they had

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They have never listened to us; they have only pretended to!" He was getting more and more agitated, flying up and down, back and forth, almost as though he was going to run away from all of them in that moment.

He began talking as if he was talking to himself then, "I reallly fear I have failed my people now! There's no hope other than to stay completely separate from that reality! I should never have let them in! How could I have let myself forget? It was too much for me! I couldn't stand to look at it! I couldn't stand to look at it! I should have realized it in time to get safely away again. I don't know where to go! The next island over is full of leprechauns [see Wikipedia] I do not like and too many elves who are not much better! They've all been touched! We must never let ourselves be touched! Where to go, where to go? Where were we running from? Where were we running to? Stampedes nearly running us over! Animals runnning in fear! A wizard, a mean wizard we do not like! The head of the temple! We do not like the head of the temple! He's a mean man, almost the same as the mean wizard! More powerful, less powerful? We do not know! We do not like him! We must never touch physicality again! We must stay completely away! Run north, run north! No, run south, run south! Run to the green people, hide in the green places! He hates the green places! He fireballs all the green places! He sends his mean ones to destroy all the people, all the real people! He knows who the real people are! He hates the real people! I must take my faeries and run! I must take all the faeries and run quickly! I don't know where to run! There is nowhere to run, but we must run! They have lied to us, too! Those first temple people taught some bad things! Now look what is happening to us all!"

He was frightening the local people terribly. They were clumped together, trying to remember what he had said they could not remember, and a great silence fell upon the group. The local people did not want to believe this about children they had raised, but they could not disbelieve it, either. The group was quiet for some time, considering this. Then they said, "You let them in here originally remember, and after we were involved with them, none of us could ever quite make ourselves run them out, leave their babies to die or kill them. You have some responsibility in this, too. So please! Help us!"

In the end, the faerie king relented and said he would give them one last chance because they had been together there for so long, and love had been strong between them.

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The Father of Manifestation, now a young man, came home on his leave from the temple soon after that. When they told him what had been happening there, he also was very upset. He did not want to believe it and tried to tell himself that this could not be true. He did not want to believe that the faerie king was right and did not want to believe that rage sex was anything other than free abandonment.

When they all persisted with him that things had gone too far and that something bad was being drawn to them, he consulted the Druids and finally told them that he must go back for the people who would come back to the Celts with him and for the old books.

At first, they all opposed him saying no, only he could stay, and that if any others were going to come, they had to come of their own accord. The faerie king said he was no longer going to protect the temple and was not even going to let them know.

The young man explained more to them about the books and assured them these were history books and records he had made long ago and was making now and that he would keep them well hidden and only show them to those they really trusted, but he did not want to lose them again.

At first they said, "No, only oral tradition," but then they were all reminded of the problem their own memory loss had just reflected to them and decided to let him get the books, even thinking they might let him write some things down in case they did not survive.

When the young man reached the temple, he did not think he liked the idea of a split in the temple people and did not listen very well to what the faerie king and the Celtic and Druid elders had to say there or to their reasons. He gave himself the freedom to bring back with him whoever he chose to bring.

He thought he could control their behavior, because he had never seen any of the temple people do any of the things the faerie king had described and wasn't sure if he even believed him, because he thought the faerie king had an attitude toward sex that wasn't right.

When the faerie king was furious with him over this, he did not like it and did not want to take responsibility for this, saying they all wanted to come and he did not want to have to decide who could and who could not come back to the Celts with him.

The faerie king disliked being put in this position so much that he then withdrew his protection. Without even letting the people

Nr. 7 Rezitativ , Gabriel, Genesis 1:11
Missing in this performance

Und Gott sprach:
Es bringe die Erde Gras hervor,
Kräuter. die Samen geben,
und Obstbäume, die Früchte bringen
ihrer Art gemäß,
die ihren Samen in sich selbst haben
auf der Erde;
und es ward so.

19:52 Nr. 8 Arie Sopran, Gabriel

Nun beut die Flur das frische Grün
Dem Auge zur Ergötzung dar.
Den anmutsvollen Blick
Erhöht der Blumen sanfter Schmuck.
Hier duften Kräuter Balsam aus,
Hier sproßt den Wunden Heil.
Die Zweige krümmt der goldnen Früchte Last;
Hier wölbt der Hain zum kühlen Schirme sich,
Den steilen Berg bekrönt ein dichter Wald.

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Sept. 10, 2012: my insight concerning the almost constant noise from my neighbors Shalom and even Nitza. Since I cannot allow myself to express my rage toward them nor even ask them politely to be aware of what- for instance- their phoning aloud outside the house at 7 in the morning, does to me, I can use this trigger, in order to move not only my present rage privatly, but to let this movement carry me on to other unexpressed feelings about unhealed feelings of which I'm not aware at present.

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Dedicated to
The Four Parts of God in Loving Balance

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deserved it for their lack of alignment with them and as punishment and was an example of what happens when there is a lack of alignment with them.

The Mother did not know that this was what she met when She went to the Ronalokas and that there were some there who liked Her more than She thought. For the sake of the presentation of alignment, no one was allowed to speak except the rage polarized, denied heart Ronalokas who controlled the area.

The same went in the court of the mother on Earth. It was not possible to speak of another point of view from the Ronalokas except for the one presented by the rage polarized ones who were there. They had become very good at posturing like the satyrs too and looked intimidating in many of the same ways.

The satyrs, however, did not see this posturing as powerful, threatening or even as particularly intimidating. They saw these Ronalokas as fauning [??????] over the form of the Fire Dragon and over the mother on Earth too, for that matter, and there in Pan, these Ronalokas literally took on the form of fauns in the presence of these satyrs whose understudies they were. Rather than confronting these Ronalokas openly about anything they observed there, the satyrs decided they might like to use them in their plot against the mother on Earth and show them in this way that they could eat these Ronalokas alive if they chose to.

It was well nigh impossible to get another point of view from the little faeries either, other than what the mother on Earth told them they should say. They hesitated to say anything critical of the mother on Earth, but they did not like her, and were not loyal to her anymore either. They acted this out by moving along with others in plots to get revenge on her in whatever ways felt good to them in the moment in time in which they were happening. In that way, they often gave information to several different points of view, or sides, as they were becoming now, according to whoever was intimidating them or pleasing them most, or how recently the mother on Earth had gotten angry at them and for what reasons.

These denied heart, rage polarized Ronalokas often mated with these little faeries, and all involved had their reasons, but sometimes there was some love there that would plead one another's cases with the satyrs to no avail, often only making matters worse.

The offspring of these unions really hated parents because they sprang forth from the union of that bond, and they regularly enraged the mother on Earth in her court until she wanted to singe them out of existence right then and there, which the satyrs also

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found useful, perceiving her rage as not well founded in anything and therefore, increasing the numbers of those against her. The satyrs also had denied rage fragments who hated the Mother, wanted revenge and then knew who their allies were going to be there.

The mother on Earth did not see the seriousness of these cracks in her alliances yet, nor did she notice others sneaking around behind her back and plotting her downfall from another direction. Her own rage fragments, and there were quite a few of them, had grown tired of her moves and power plays against them when they did not happen to agree with her. They had gotten to the place in their power struggle with her where they wanted to take over as the Parental part and not have her bossing them around anymore, and they had begun slipping away from her already in the fire seas when she had sent them out as parts of her awareness to guard the entrance ways or to check on noises she sometimes heard there, but was too busy with her internal musings, divinings and emotions to go and check for herself.

They had begun to move against the mother on Earth secretly in the fire seas by practicing the art and mannerisms of taking on her Fire Dragon form. They all saw themselves as having as much power as the mother on Earth, but they did not know all of the power she had. They all had enough power to take on the form, and the same rage she had by which to drive it, or so they thought. What they did not know was that they needed the group to have this power, the same as other fragmentation did.

They did not originate this form on their own, but they all thought it belonged to them because they had participated, along with the mother on Earth, in inventing it, and they all claimed it was really theirs more than anyone else's because each of them thought they should be the Parental piece of the Mother and not anyone else. They all saw themselves as being the most qualified and as having more of the right viewpoint than anyone else. They did not hesitate to see the faults of the others while seeing only the merits of themselves or the weaknesses of others while seeing only the strengths in themselves, and thus, saw themselves as the most powerful and best qualified for the Parental position. They each planned to make a power play for the position as soon as possible, and along with practicing taking on the Fire Dragon form, they had been biding their time, waiting for the right moment.

The more the Ronalokas and others in the court admired the Fire Dragon and told tales, even exaggerated ones, of her exploits,

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know, Gwyn Ap Nudd, the faerie king, took his faeries were [sic] just suddenly not there anymore.

All across Gaul, certain Roman officers who had a bent for such things had heard tantalizing stories about a temple people from far away in the east someplace, "maybe even the stars," some said, who had some kind of a university, hidden in the mists and unfindable except by those who were meant to go there. There, there [sic] was supposed to be lots of gold and a bridge between two worlds, one of which, they imagined, must be the underworld, since they had heard stories about things going on underground there, too. They began to think that at least something of these stories must be true, and they wanted to find this place.

They had conquered all of Britain [see Wikipedia about the Roman Conquest of Britain] never finding this place, until one day, some local people told them where it was. They beat their way back and forth through the marshes several times, cutting pathways as they went, saying they were going to find this place, but still, they never could.

The Roman officers, who did not even really know why their superiors had ordered them to go there, were so angry at what they had had to go through to find this place that when they finally did, they wanted to take it out on everyone there. The Celts watched all of this as though fate could not be stopped.

When the Romans finally reached their village, the people had fled, but it was too late. The Romans found some and applied the Roman style to them. Soon, they found others, and then others. Although there were some they never found, they round up those they did find, gave them no food or water, did not allow them to talk to one another. They interrogated them one by one, telling them each that other nearby people had betrayed their location, and then that family and friends they had already interrogated had told them many things so there was no reason to protect anyone by thinking it was helpful to withhold information.

They applied some torture to encourage "cooperaton" and when they felt they could get nothing more, put them in buildings where other soldiers guarded them. When the buildings were full of villagers, and the Romans had finished with them, they burned the buildings with the villagers in them.

Then they took those they thought were temple people, because they looked different, under the Tor, and administered to each the torture they had most wanted to give to others including the Mother and heart son on the Will side [??????]. When the Romans were

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finished, they sealed the entrances to the caves under the Tor, and no one has really been able to go very far under the ground there since, but terrible cries are still heard at times that seem to be echoing from under the Tor.

The people did not know why this reversal had come back on them the way it had and have not moved the lost Will to this day that was left there to wander as lost Will that cannot leave the Tor and does not know why. They did not know where the faerie king was and why he was not there to help or protect them, but he was not, and they were angry at him and felt he had betrayed them.

The young man had gone rather far away to hide his books and what was left of the temple treasure. He returned to find all the people gone and the village destroyed. When his grief subsided enough to move away from the village, he became a mysterious person who lived deep in the woods and taught only those he thought he could trust and who would keep the knowledge from being lost. He did not know who to trust, and when he later found some of the temple people, they all claimed to have escaped because of their own psychic perceptions. His books were in danger of being lost because they were so old by then. Scribes had not been recopying them at the temple, and he could not do it all himself. Unfortunately, when he found some temple people who had survived, he trusted some of the same people he should not have trusted to help him again, and they became the keepers of the teachings when he was gone.

HEART ATTEMPTS
TO BRIDGE THE GAP IN PURPLE
[first inserted in pp.47 Mary and the Mother]

"The Mother's third eye was very shut down
after her torture at Delphi.
After several short lives as a slave to Romans
where she hovered near the fire
to get the chill out of her bones
and warm her many aches and pains
by helping in the kitchen
and tending the babies,
her desire to get farther away from the Romans
managed to vibrate her to an outer province,
but it was not able to carry her beyond their reach yet.

"She did manage
to get herself born
into better family circumstances,
because
the Father of Manifestation
was pulling on her
to go into that life with him.
She could not quite handle
being his mate,
but she was near him
and was surprised
to find herself involved

Nr. 9 Rezitativ, Uriel
Missing in this performance
Und die himmlischen Heerscharen verkündigten den dritten Tag,
Gott preisend und sprechend:

24:28 Nr. 10 Chor

Stimmt an die Saiten, ergreift die Leier,
Laßt euren Lobgesang erschallen!
Frohlocket dem Herrn, dem mächtigen Gott,
Denn er hat Himmel und Erde
Bekleidet in herrlicher Pracht!

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The lack of loyalty of "The Little Faeries" brought up a memory of shame and guilt: To help me make some money, the director of the school I had just graduated from [1957) , sent me as an assistant to the teacher with a class to a kind of camp in the Black Forest (Titi-See).
The pupils, as usual, hated the teacher and together with her - Me. When I decided to take their side against the teacher, they loved me. It wasn't a power-play, it was sheer fear on my part, fear of the pupils. When the teacher noticed my lack of loyalty, she was hurt, and I felt great shame, but could no longer change the situation. When they forgot to pay me, I didn't remind them. - -Even today I can't see, how I could have acted differently. I feel shame....

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the more jealous and competitive they all felt and the more they all wanted to come forth in this form and claim this praise, power and glory for themselves, and the more the Faerie Queen also wanted to reveal herself there as the one and only true Fire Dragon.

The satyrs did not like this venerating of the mother on Earth's form as the Fire Dragon and played with her for that. They were jealous and competitive with her. They were subconsciously imprinted against her rage and subconsciously intimidated and afraid of the power of her rage and of her belief that her rage was her power, but they openly displayed the opposite, often baiting her as much as they possibly could to expose her rage in the court, even showing mock admiration for the Fire Dragon, professing with satirical mannerisms to be her allies, while laughing to the side and making fun of her also in the Faerie Queen form in ways that showed everyone there they saw her as silly and weak in her filmy fru-fra dresses (sic) and gossamer wings.

The Faerie Queeen tried not to show it, but she did feel enraged by their behavior, and she did slip up and reveal things, even more than she knew, about herself and her doings as the Fire Dragon. She tried to cover herself quickly and hoped no one noticed, but the satyrs had all noticed because they were watching her very closely as part of the devleopment of their plan, and were watching others as well to see who else was reacting, and in what ways, to what they were doing there. In fact, the satyrs made the hiding of feelings, while pessuring others as much as possible to reveal theirs, a great game of theirs in the court, which everyone else in the court also took up, much to their delight for the information they could gather this way, because each one saw things revealed this way that seemed to be playing into the hands of their own power plays.

Everyone there in the court of the Faerie Queen, mother on Earth, Fire Dragon Mother Protectorate was a fragmented piece of the Mother, the Father of Manifestation, My light, or Heart and there were no dependable bonds of alliances among them other than to seek to use one another's help to gain power and then overpower their helpers once the power was gained. They all thought there was no problem in doing that because it was all justified by the weaknesses and flaws they saw in others, and without Heart presence there, it was hardly possible to do otherwise, since without the presence of love, it was hardly possible to know who was, or was not, likely to do what, or for what reasons.

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"What if another would come to power?" they would say to themselves, "What would happen then?"

"Why [sic] it would be simply terrible," they would answer themselves.

It was not possible to get them to listen to anything from My light because they were not listening to that for their ideas or motives. The idea that there might be another or a more loving point of view other than the one they had taken was too threatening to their own ambitions, aims and goals to listen to for a moment, and so everything they did had the purpose of weakening and fooling others and gaining power for themselves. Gaining power was the most important thing for them, even if it was at their own expense, such as losing something else that was important to them.

Meanwhile, the mother on Earth sat upon the throne and felt bored and isolated from the rest of Pan more and more. She felt her position made others act phony around her, and she did not know how to ferret out all of their hidden motives, goals and aims without having it feel too burdensome.

It was already a tiresome task just keeping track of all the invaders of Earth, as she called them, and newcomers showing up in her court. It seemed there were daily arrivals now all claiming to have just landed on Earth and coming to pay homage to her and her position there and to join the court if she so pleased. She didn't trust them any more than she trusted the ones already there, but part of her loved the flattery and the rulership of it all, and tried to understand what was happening in the Heavens from their stories, which was to her by far the most interesting part about them because of all the information she gleaned; but by no means was she interested in stories about My light's participation sexually or any other way with the Angels as partners. When Angels began to show up on Earth, they were the immediate objects of her envy, hatred and bitterness. Although she did allow them to stay in her court where she listened and watched them closely, not only for what information she could gather, but because she was nervous about what they might say that would embarrass her concerning her relationship to My light, she exerted a force against them that said they had better not have designs on her throne, or even approach it looking as attractive or powerful as she did there.

As much as the Faerie Queen did not want to miss anything that might be said that she wanted to hear, she was also growing quite tired of sitting there upon her throne watching it all going on

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in the Mary and Jesus scenario there,
but she found herself used as the womb
for the purple scenario again and left out
of the rest of the picture.

"Many pieces of the Mother,
as well as many pieces
who thought they should be the Mother,
were gathering around Mary
to bring the largest piece of Heart that they could
into manifestation there.

"They thought this was the solution,
but they had only the spirit side of Heart in mind
and did not notice the many splits in the essence
trying to coalesce as one entity there, either.

"They had little understanding of the Will presence
that was needed to hold this together
and thought that giving it the right form
was the solution that was needed there.

" So did I, because Heart presence was
what seemed to be most needed on Earth,
and I did not know
how to get through
to the consciousness
that was lost
in the Will yet.

Mary had nothing to say about this.
She had nothing left anymore
with which to say anything about this.
When she was told
that certain bloodlines had to be involved,
she did not object
because she loved the man in the proposed union in that way.

No matter what bloodlines he claimed
the child was going to have or needed to have,
he was the one who was able to impregnate her,
because she did love him,
and it was his hands that felt so soothing and loving t oher.
She did not like it that he was referred to as her uncle
when he was not, really.

When she found out
that she was not going to be allowed to marry him
and was going to have to marry another man much older than her,
she was not pleased.

Mary was beginning
to seek spiritual knowledge again,
but not for any position of power,
and was a humble student of the Essenes.
When she became pregnant with Jesus,
it was like an experience
of waking up spiritually.

She liked having all of the light
that was gathering around
and within her body then,
but she was not sure
that she understood it all.
It felt good to her
after so much prolonged darkness in her lives,
but she did not like hearing everything it had to say,
because it said many things
that were very unsettling to her.

She did not like hearing that her baby was special in any way
or that he might be taken away from her
because he had a spiritual path to fulfill.
When the Father of Manifestation,
as the physical father of this child,
tried to tell her this,
she did not like hearing it from him at all, either.
It caused her so much consternation,
that she asked him not to talk about it anymore
and did not even want to tell him
it was his child at first,
but she soon realized she had to because

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she was not married to him,
and he was going to have to help her with this problem, somehow.

She told her Essene master first,
and he said he would find the appropriate person to marry her
because it would not be right for anyone else to do this,
because he already knew
the reasons for this pregnancy
and the reasons for keeping the identity of the father a secret.

Purple really wanted to have some presence and power
to speak on Earth in physical form,
and to do this, purple wanted
to put a king on the throne there who could bring
the spiritual and material realms together,
and for the Father of Manifestation,
this was also east and west.
They saw purple as having the position
of bringing those two realms together.
I was interested
because I wanted to heal the Spirit-Body split there,
and the piece of Heart they had in mind
was the piece that was supposed to be the heart bond
between Spirit and Body in purple

"Before anyone incarnated there,
I began to call the pieces of Heart together
who were interested in participating
in this great , healing effort.
It was quite a large amount of Heart essence,
but these pieces did not really have that much of an alignment
with one another,
other than wanting this mission to be accomplished.
They wanted to bury their differences
and solve them later,
after the mission was accomplished.
They thought most of their problems would be solved
by accomplishing this mission anyway.

We still did not understand fragmentation,
and purple heart, especially.
We thought it was an object lesson
in which the denied fragments, or mass of humanity,
just needed to be taught what love really was
and that they were loved by God,
whose son heart felt himself to be there,
but we were only full of concepts.
Even though physical healing
was part of our approach, inspired speeches
only went so far
in the upliftment of the masses.
When reality set in,
nothing had really changed,
and we did not fully understand why yet.

I did not think it could be possible anymore, after Delphi,
that Mary could be the parental piece of the Mother
and recognized this only later.
We barely paid any attention to the problems
she was having with alignment in the essence
that was gathering around her for that incarnation.
This did not feel good to Mary.
She had little faith in upliftment anymore,
but purple called this lack of faith
and wanted Jesus delivered to them
as soon as he was old enugh to be taught.
She wasn't really given a choice in the matter.
She just

Nr. 11 Rezitativ , Uriel, Genesis 1, 14-16 [missing]

Und Gott sprach:
Es sei'n Lichter an der Feste des Himmels,
um den Tag von der Nacht zu scheiden
und es seien diese für Zeichen und für Zeiten
und für Tage und für Jahre..
....und Licht auf die Erde zu geben
...er machte .....die Sterne gleichfalls.

28:00 Nr. 12 Rezitativ, URIEL

In vollem Glanze steiget jetzt
Die Sonne strahlend auf,
Ein wonnevoller Bräutigam,
Ein Riese stolz und froh,
Zu rennen seine Bahn.
Mit leisem Gang und sanftem Schimmer
Schleicht der Mond die stille Nacht hindurch.
Den ausgedehnten Himmelsraum
Ziert ohne Zahl der hellen Sterne Gold.
Und die Söhne Gottes
Verkündigten den vierten Tag
Mit himmlischem Gesang,
Seine Macht ausrufend also:
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Sept. 10, 2012, It is, as if the Rumi site is constantly uploading new images in line with what I'm copying from the Orange Book. On the other hand my mind and my feeling are translating the mythical images into the present situation on Earth and my heart aches, tears in my eyes...

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True Understanding and Balance
Dedicated to
The Four Parts of God in Loving Balance

Continuation of the two books in "Desert Vision>Altneuland"

But even if what "happens" is nothing "really dramatic",
not something for the media, in any case,
the situation between people is
like it was then at the court of the mother on Earth.
While tears were already in my eyes,
I received an announcement about a contribution
on the twosome blog of my children,
from a mother, who in all her ten years of "children at school"
did not gather the courage to publish her pain under her name.
The response of Immanuel and Efrat is not less painful,
because their dialog brings painfully to light
the torment of a mother
concerning the social acceptance of her child at school,
the constant competition between the parents and the children,
and the horror of making "fadikhot"
(an Arab word, which became slang in the Hebrew language:
"embarrassing failure, faux pas, blunder, stupid or careless mistake")
i.e. actions or behavior of the parent
that put the child to shame or so s/he believes.
Where is redemption from all this????????????????????/

A message from
"Veronica" on Sept. 10, 2012

Your Future

"We are often asked for predictions
of the linear future.
It is always of interest to us
the lack of knowledge
surrounding the subject.
The ideas of fate
or predetermined dramas
with solid results
are inaccurate ones at best.

Since we have been linear
the idea of destiny is not foreign.
However, in our current perspective
the idea of
a choice-less predestined life
falls flat in our idea of living.
This would be a great robbery
of individual thought
and soulful evolution.

From our memory
the best lives lived were the ones where our choices
garnered extreme experience.
Each moment of decision
a great gift
that resulted in a life well done.

Of course there is an energy
that creates probabilities
that are planned by yourselves
that result in your future,
but it's the choices you make
that result in your future.

What does this do?

Why it creates your path [sic],
custom designed to your specifications.

It is therefore critically important
to you as a manifest energy
to choose with clarity
as you proceed through your linear.

The future is your tapestry.

Choose wisely."

--VERONICA

The indigo, 8th RUOW book
[channeled by Ceanne de Rohan in 1995]
8 INDIGO - The Search for
True Understanding and Balance
Dedicated to
The Four Parts of God in Loving Balance

Continuation of the two books in "Desert Vision>Altneuland"