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Posted by one of the viewers of this video, they ask "why do we love to hate so much?" It seems that instead of striving to rise above our own limitations, the human race is fixated with rising above each other. We believe in superiority of the self rather than the superior collective; mankind working together to achieve our fullest potential. I am hoping that the end of this era will usher in one of peace. Its time for us to shed our skins and begin the transformation.
I really hope the tides will turn after the solstice. Each and every person has the power to change this world. Don't ever believe anyone who tells you otherwise; we each have a role to play. Speaking personally, after many years of soul searching, a tapping of my fifth chakra [by Lucifer], and piecing together key elements of my past, I now know that I am an "Innocent". It is my task in this life to bring back the old ways; old magic, childlike wonder and the innocence we have lost along the way. With others like myself who realize their potential, we can band together to channel our powers towards the greater good [pulling away the mask of mankind's "reality" and show them the world that lies beyond]. What is your power, your gift in this life? I would love to know how you are transforming [yourself, others and this world]. I'll pour myself another cup of tea. With that, I'll leave you with two quotes, food for thought.
"If we can't save the world, we can damn sure avenge it" -the Avengers "The
ultimate tyranny in a society is not control by martial law. It is
control by the psychological manipulation of consciousness, through
which reality is defined so that those who exist within it do not even
realize that they are in prison. They do not even realize that there is
something outside of where they exist." -Barbara Marciniak
Last night around 3:30 am, I had an interesting experience. At first I considered it a dream, but now I believe it was something more like a premonition. There I was alone in my apartment, my son (Hamish) was spending the night at my folk's place. I had been dreaming about a secret closet I found at my grandparent's house when, for no reason, I drifted awake and heard a loud crash in my son's bedroom. I was puzzled and a little frightened; Hamish wasn't home so what caused the noise? At first, my imagination made it out to be a burglar. That assumption was quickly put to rest when I heard soft pitter-patters on the carpet, like tiny feet walking out of Hamish's room towards mine. I happened to react by drawing the covers up to my chin and squinting my eyes, as if I were asleep (a habit from childhood). The footsteps paused at my bedroom door for a few heartbeats, then continued in and up towards the head of my mattress. The entity stopped there, hovering next to my pillow. I un-squinted my eyes a bit more to see if I saw anything, but just as I expected, I didn't. Next, I opened my mind and saw a small boy that looked very much like Hamish. He turned and looked at me. Without so much as a thought in my head, my tongue formed the muttered the name Hadrian, as if I knew his name all along. While "in mind" (like astral projection, the mind leaves the body to interact with different planes of existence), I took the child into my arms and hugged him.
I was baffled earlier this morning, but came to the conclusion that this small boy was Hamish's future brother by the name of Hadrian. He looked like my son, the family resemblance was there, however Hadrian's hair was black (or dark brown). I investigated the name online, only knowing it was the name of the architect who built Hadrian's Wall in Britain. There were other meanings of the name in different languages. In Scandinavia, it means "black earth" or "dark one", in Sweden it means "dark" and in Latin "man from the sea, as in the Adriatic". I wonder if "black earth" could be in reference to sediment at the bottom of the ocean. Names do have a tendency to be related in one way or another. Perhaps I am getting a glimpse of my future, I may have another son in the coming years. This amuses me to no end. I've always dreamed and wished for a daughter, but it seems I may be destined for sons.
I'm still in the midst of dragon fever. This isn't uncommon, once you're wholly aware of something, everything pertaining to that subject starts crawling out of the woodwork. When I found myself pregnant with my now almost three year old son, I began to notice ALL of the baby/mommy commercials on television and saw pregnant women EVERYWHERE. A similar, yet less intense experience is happening now with my dragon-fever. Yesterday afternoon on my way home from the mall, I pulled in behind a car at a red light. On the back window was a large golden decal. I peered over my dashboard to get a closer inspection and realized it was the Aztec sun stone or the Stone of the Five Eras (also known as the calendar stone). A little history lesson for you guys: the stone contained two cycles within it's bands, a 365 day count (which we attribute to a year) and also a 260 day count ritual cycle. The symbols in the center of the stone are said to depict five historical eras. There has been speculation as to who the figure in the center of the stone represents. Some have claimed it was a sun god, however another theory produced by Richard Townsend suggests the figurehead is Tlaltecuhtli, a monstrous Aztec earth goddess responsible for destroying the worlds Quetzalcoatl and his brother,Tezcatlipoca created. The tale goes that both Quetzalcoatl and his brother transformed themselves into giant snakes and bound themselves around Tlaltecuhtliuntil she was ripped in half. They used her body parts to create the earth and made it possible for human beings to support themselves by using the gifts her flesh provided. However, the earth goddess' provisional abilities could only be sustained through a tribute of human blood.
Now, in the realm of hypotheses and newly minted theories, perhaps an event or change for our planet might arrive sometime next month if it hasn't already (global warming).We haven't appeased the Earth enough and now she may be halting her helpful ways. Or maybe it could be a lot more sinister (worst case scenariotheories go!). So then, by seeing this Sun Stone decal chance or was it placed there by some divine intervention. For the record, I don't believe in coincidence. I believe that everything happens for a reason, however you the reader may populate my comment box with you own ideas. Speak up and let me know! I shall end this blog and leave you with a song. For the past couple days, ever since Quetzalcoatl came to visit, the tune Radioactive by Imagine Dragons has been following me around. The lyrics are fantastic and the chorus line "welcome to the new age, to the new age" burns in my brain like a golden link to somewhere.
I have fallen down a rabbit hole and it keeps on going. I wonder where it's going to drop me. This all started with the visit from Quetzalcoatl and now I have been directed to look towards the Pleiades (also known as the serpent's rattle), the seven stars in the constellation Taurus. Apparently, there are even extraterrestrial beings known as the Pleiadians who apparently have a hand in the events of 2012. Now is the time to sort the conspiracy theories from the facts. My brain is currently on overload, but I'm not complaining, I love to think. Whatever is supposed to occur next month is set for the winter solstice, the 21st. With that date fast approaching and Christmas soon to follow, I have been thinking heavily on Mithras yet again. The mystery cult of Mithraism predated that of Christianity, however the latter religion ended up adopting a shocking amount of similarities. Perhaps Christmas should be called Mithrasmas *cheesy grin*. Personally, I celebrate the month of December with the twelve days of Yule starting on Mother Nights (the solstice) and ending after the new year. I observe Odin's Wild Hunt and the epic battle between the Oak and Holly King, I feast and make merry with my friends and family, and gift my son one gift over the span of twelve days. This is also the season I witness Skaði, daughter of Thiassi the frost giant, at her strongest. She is the goddess of winter, wolves, hunting and mountains (to name a few). If anyone is familiar with the quote "Winter is coming" from A Game of Thrones, then perhaps you would enjoy my take on it: "Skaði is coming" *insert cheesy grin*.
This afternoon's post can totally be described as a rant with some semblance of direction. Please feel free to continue the conversation or post some questions. Let's have a discussion over a delightful kettle of tea (currently drinking Earl Grey).
With the paint still drying on my newly refurbished blog (it was active yet empty for perhaps a year) I'd like to illustrate a dream I had two days ago. Let it be known that it isn't unusual for me to have elaborate nocturnal reveries, its quite common. With that said, this particular dream was direct and minimal in regards to the dream-scape and the encounter. There were no steps to this dream, no storyline to follow. I fell asleep, opened my "eyes", and found myself floating amongst the clouds. The sun must have been setting because the heavens were awash with burnished copper, antique gold, muted apricot and hues of pale coral. Below, the clouds rolled apart to reveal a city built on the side of a large cliff. It's face was overgrown with jungle vegetation divided by a waterfall that came cascading over the edge. I looked back up into the sky and my eyes met with a giant serpent. It appeared as though he was "treading water" based on his movements as he swayed back and forth in the air. His eyes were intense, like two orbs of bright copper. I noticed that this serpent was covered in feathers, all of which reflected the light of the sun. In my head, a voice was speaking to me in a language I didn't understand. I took away three words, two in English and the other a name. "Math", "Opal" and "Quetzalcoatl".
The voice apparently sensed my understanding and managed to explain that Quetzalcoatl's feathered where made of opals. I was surprised to be in the presence of this particular deity, I've never before conversed or given much attention to Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god of the Aztecs. Just then his eyes began to burn and the sky melted into a serious shade of red. It was as if I was experiencing a red-out (similar to a blackout but with the exception that blood is being forced into your head causing you to see the color red). As the world turned and Quetzalcoatl's eyes continued to burn he bombarded me with the word "Math", over and over again until it felt like he was punching me with it. Quetzalcoatl was very commanding of that term, as if it held some extreme importance. The basic understanding of math is the ability to count. Could it be that simple? Am I being asked to count something? End scene (dream). Later that day after I awoke, I began doing some research and discovered that Quetzalcoatl is the patron god of books, calendars, intelligence, creation, and self-reflection among other things. My current hypothesis is that humanity may experience some level of enlightenment in December or perhaps we shall see some cosmic event that could generate a physical or spiritual event.
Lets not forget the meaning behind the opal gemstone. A few of it's mystical properties include enhancing imagination/creativity/memory, rendering individuals "invisible" to a situation or entity, and as an aid in the process of change. That last part is what interests me the most, based on the context of the dream. Is it far fetched to suspect that we are going to experience change next month? I can only offer a hypothesis, however I hope that humanity will indeed be gifted with some form of enlightenment (in whatever form it takes). Hold on to your butts, here comes December.
