by nielskunze on November 24, 2014
Our topic this week is symbology and symbolism. For many more delightful and insightful perspectives from our Masters, please visit the Mystical Masters Facebook Group and/or the Mystical Masters Facebook Page. This is my contribution to this week’s gargantuan topic.
A Handful of Sand
We all surround ourselves with symbols, some of our own choosing, many not. Each of us participates in a reality where things, people, places and events are both exactly what literally “is” and figuratively something else entirely. It is a natural consequence of the subjective nature of our current Earth experience.
I am reminded of a very old song by Donovan (of Mellow Yellow fame) who insightfully sang “First there is a mountain; then there is no mountain; then there is.” It’s an old Zen thing. On one level, it seems blatantly nonsensical, but with accrued experience, it yields a deeper and perfectly valid understanding of our complex human experience.
You are ever free to live within the literalness of the world, taking everything at face value and denying any deeper hidden meanings. Most of us consider such a perspective to be unnaturally shallow… and for good reason. Who among us has never taken on the symbolism of a particular movie representing a pivotal time in our lives, or a TV show representing a simpler youth, or a song representing a deeply felt emotion or cherished relationship? Songs in particular come to represent so much more than their meager constructs, both culturally and individually.
Today, I would like to present to you one of my own favourite compositions. This song is called “Handful of Sand,” and lyrically I consider it among my best. The recording which follows has never been officially publicly released; this song has only ever been heard at our live shows.
Throughout the years of its existence, I have been pleasantly surprised by the number of people who have heard this song and immediately recognized the specific inspiration it was based upon. “Is that song about Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance?” Yup. That iconic, culture-bearing book by Robert Pirsig really grabbed me by the throat early on in my heavy-duty seeking days. It brought the concept and discussion of “quality as opposed to mere quantity” into the western mind in a very compelling way. I was already deeply disillusioned by our relentless culture of acquisition, and was looking for an inroad to leading a more poetic life. Perhaps this song was the beginning of something beautiful…
Handful of Sand
The loneliness of being just one
Always looking for the two
Infinity opens for the few
Who try to cast away themselves
And live in the stillness of their minds
And know that the endless shore’s just a handful of sand
That represents a world
As long as you try and touch it all
It slips through your fingers so fast… this handful of sand
The blood of the sun falls down
The wind licks the tears from the sea
Time knows nothing of the past
So we stand apart from it all
As children through the hourglass fall
Crying for a new handful of sand
That never can be found– and Gods never raise a tired eye–
They cast their doubts to the sky in a handful of sand
The beach stretches miles to the West
The East is a drawing in the sand
The artist turns his soul to the Land
And he finds that his canvas hasn’t dried
He pines for the memories left inside
And knows that the world is just a handful of sand
Like a treasure growing old, he prays for the dust to turn to gold
But Silence stops the scream with a handful of sand!
(I’ve presented the lyrics here as they were originally written, not as Shane sings them. The last line especially, “Silence stops the scream with a handful of sand,” is a departure from the recording, but it was my nod, or tribute, to one of my favourite bands King Crimson. Crim fans will understand.)
by nielskunze on November 23, 2014
What a difference a day makes! (I think I’ve said that before.)
(Breakthrough by Atomic Rooster from their 1971 album In Hearing Of)
Just as it felt to me that the internal pressure was finally easing up… something burst! You may have noticed that for the past year and a half I’ve been kinda sitting on the proverbial edge of my seat, expecting something noteworthy to burst upon the world scene, grabbing headlines, garnering international attention. In my state of unbending anticipation I had always kept one eye on the global financial situation. I’ve even written articles specifically about the Global Reset and Currency Revaluation, as this was the most likely place we’d see the first real cracks in the dam.
Yesterday’s Forest Report was a bit of a departure from that because I had finally felt as though there wasn’t quite so much mounting pressure as before; it didn’t feel anymore like something was about to pop any second. The slow apocalypse was still proceeding according to plan, but now without the need for any overt drama. Even the latest Zap Report (financial stuff) reluctantly informed us that the Reset and Revaluation wouldn’t be announced until January 2015; things had been put on hold once again– much to the utter frustration of those following such events– or non-events, as the case may be.
But in the span of less than 24 hours the whole scene changed again. Unexpectedly, another Zap Report was issued… quelling the immediate frustrations. Locally, our weather shifted dramatically… and what happened down by the river– well, we’ll get to that in a moment…
Eagle came to reassure us, overflying our position beneath the power line for several minutes.
Clearly, it’s a Bald Eagle– the true spirit of American freedom. As I’ve said, his presence was a quiet reassurance.
As we got to the Mesa, the closest mountain looked stunning, even in the overcast gloom, with its lightly frosted cap.
But once we got down to the river– an adventurous journey down the Tibetan Trail– it was immediately clear that everything had drastically changed overnight.
Liquid emerald and pristine sapphire blues had been replaced by iced cappuccino.
It was NOT a gentle transition! The ice shelf which piled up in this bend of the riverbank was four to five feet high!
Ice boulders had been flung well beyond the immediate banks of the river.
Newly-downed trees had been tumbled and stripped bare, gathering in brand new logjams.
So there seems to be a bit of a dual message here. For those keeping pace with the subtle– but very real– changes, it’s a comfortable dawdle now. For those denying the changes, insisting on business as usual, maintaining the status quo, things are getting catastrophically violent. Seems legit: those accepting change with the grace of understanding the true necessity of it, are at ease with it, while deniers who remain oblivious of any need for fundamental change are being/going to be rocked to the core.
Personally, I’m glad to not be poised on the edge of my seat anymore; my legs were falling asleep! I’m happily reclining in my easy chair… watching the show!
by nielskunze on November 22, 2014
(River of Life by Earth Trybe from their 2002 album Rhythm of the Earth)
First, we keep the dogs occupied with the ancient memories of slain dragons.
I find myself daily dismembering the past… because nostalgia holds no viable options for uncharted futures.
Many of my companions are content to feast– for Now– on old distractions. And fresh snow helps them to wash the bitterness from their mouths. There is still much to be digested before tomorrow’s tiny whispers fall down at our feet, establishing a new understanding.
We are no longer killers, merely opportunists, examining the infinite ways of expressing what has always been.
Sapphire blue turns to liquid emerald green in honour of the ancient truths released as the silt of trickled remembrances. Our thoughts brought us here– unfailingly…
…to where the action is…
…where rivers pile up.
And anthropic icicles line the parade route in anticipation of promises long held, bursting in celebration.
But what is the grand scheme of rivers anyway?
They flow with current/currency/electricity… between ‘banks’ determined to control them… in the world of El… the El-der god… El-ite… El-ect with the El-egance (allegiance) of the El-ectorate. We populate the El-ectorate-city as ‘banks’ of batteries, powering reality’s mainstream.
What do YOU think thoughts are for?
And Now we’re spilling out of ourselves…
…slowly, gently… beyond outworn self-conceptions…
…exploring beyond our conditioned containments.
In the violence of last year’s twisted ice flows, we saw the global economy escape all semblance of control, but hardly anyone braved that treacherous path. We didn’t know that an ancient spirit escaped to the Forest… into utter bewilderment.
And Now, languidly, almost casually, we reclaim our overgrown selves…
We must be fertile… and rich… Just look!
by nielskunze on November 20, 2014
(Time Was excerpt by Wishbone Ash from their 1972 album Argus)
It’s easy to spend nearly fifty years close to nature and think that surely you must have seen it all. But then nature manages to delight and surprise nevertheless.
At the very onset of the cold weather– nearly two weeks ago– there was a tiny skiff of snow to kick it off. Since then there has been no further precipitation. However, there has been an ongoing accumulation of crystals, crystals and more crystals!
Remember Superman’s home in the northern arctic? Well this is the crystal palace of the ‘Superman of the Faeries.’ How does nature go about creating such unlikely things?
Over the last dozen days or so, whatever moisture there is has been pulled from the air and crystallized into stunning formations. Complex crystal cities have formed everywhere!
Here, you can see the initial scaffolding being magically erected atop the brand new ice sheets where the river has begun to spill its banks.
The river is really outdoing itself, standing fully three feet above its seasonal banks, carving channels through its own frozen body.
Whole islands stand submerged in fields of ice.
Liquid sapphire pools both mock and beckon my warm-blooded sensibilities.
And unable to match the rising frequencies reverberating through the new crystal cities, Yaldabaoth– the demiurge– gets caught in his own underworld matrix…
And meanwhile, plump songbirds look on from above, pretending to be christmas tree ornaments.
This is such an enchanted place– this Earth, this time, this transition…
Something is rerouting and crystallizing within all of us… and its reflection is perfectly stunning!
by nielskunze on November 17, 2014
(excerpt from Moonchild by King Crimson from their 1969 debut album In the Court of the Crimson King)
“For many, freedom’s full measure lies in being free from the very desire to ever colour outside of the lines provided.”
There’s something inherently subtle about the daytime moon. And when it ‘speaks’ its message is oft sublime. I pondered her opening line at length before venturing a reply.
“That sounds very much like the ‘sanity’ offered in lobotomies.”
“Indeed. Limitations are oft embraced as comforts in an unnaturally truncated life.”
“History’s fractal forest has seemed daunting, unnavigable, irresolvable. And yet its eternal peace and beauty remain undeniable. It’s easy to lose oneself in paradox and contradiction.”
“And now, the way forward is clear to many others. It is still an uphill climb, but Sabaoth playfully hides behind the trees in daylight, spurring you… enticing you onward.”
Every day I climb, joyfully… never treading the same ground twice in Time’s convolutions… and yet the ground is so intimately familiar. I’m reclaiming something lost long, long ago.
“Where do you suppose your power takes root?”
As myriad answers come to mind, I decide to just let the Moon continue whispering subtle illuminations…
“Your power is the very centre of freewill. As the radius of your choices in matters diminish, your circle of power wanes. How have you come to misplace your choices?”
I perceived the question to be rhetorical… and the moon’s telepathic susurrous continued…
“Your power cannot be taken from you– forcibly; your freewill is absolute. A strange freedom is expressed in your choosing to eschew certain choices. You are perfectly free to diminish yourselves… until now you wear a cloak of strange freedom, forgetting your once-immaculate nakedness.
“Nation states corral you by proxy. Representative democracies– as they exist– are will-devouring engines run on the fuel of tacit consent. In the casting of your vote for representation, you invite government to contract on your behalf. Governments are known to entreat with all manner of truncations. You are cowed by leaders who pen you in your own severed power.
“It is a subtle game… but you are becoming wise to the rules and their remedy. Find your sovereignty; restore your free will. Govern thyself in creative willfulness; extricate thyself from the folds and wrinkles of twisted tacit consent. Colour outside of the lines; they were never your drawings anyway…”
I could listen to such sweet whisperings endlessly… and I do.
by nielskunze on November 15, 2014
(Frozen Over by Captain Beyond from their 1972 self-titled debut album)
So cold… and so effing beautiful!
The river flows with ice like a slushy machine in need of repairs.
Downstream it chokes itself in some parody of auto-erotic experimentation… until fully sublimated.
Meanwhile, a clear blue sky vomits endless glitter for a private sparkle party…
…as individual hoodoos try to sneak away into the silence of the backcountry.
Can you imagine if it was left to our mainstream media to report on the goings on in the forest? They’d have us convinced that it’s all a nightmare of struggle and mortal combat in an unforgiving desolation… when the truth speaks of the unmeasurable depth of peace, tranquility and inner reflection.
Sure, violence happens; it underlies the food chain. But it is only the tiniest fraction of the forest’s countenance– a tiny wrinkle in an otherwise peaceful, smiling face.
Lhasa found a fresh rabbit’s foot… and Sitka quickly took it over; Lhasa didn’t mind– she don’t eat that shit!
Then Raven came to visit, swooping and circling just above our heads. He was there to remind us to see with our hearts, not through the lenses of our conditioned fears. He flew so deliberately for us, as though he wished to scoop us all up in order to see what he sees: snapshots of Life still loving itself, enraptured in its own icicle arms, embracing itself in fractal hugs.
“Do you ever grow tired of the view?” he asks nearly every day.
“No,” I answer. “Growth’s movement is never toward boredom or exhaustion.” Growth is a renewal, even in twenty below.
A newcomer circled a moment high above, reticent and shy. The markings under her wings and the band across her tail left us with a delicious mystery. “Who are you?”
I drank from the river as the dogs scooped mouthfuls of snow. We were on our way home… in all directions, always.
by nielskunze on November 14, 2014
Among the Group of about a half dozen administrators (Masters) we each post original content on a pre-selected weekly topic. This week’s topic is “Prayer.” What follows is my contribution for this week’s discussion.
Born and raised among kindly atheists, the word “prayer” never really came up. But closet-spiritualists find novel and creative ways to cloak their prayers in the finery of metaphor and allegory… lest they be caught out by the spectre of merciless “scientism.” Here’s a little prayer I created for humanity’s Now… (But shh, don’t tell anyone! *winks*)
The Mouse in the Maze and His Flying Elephant
(Read-along audio version)
The mouse was born in the maze
…and oh what a maze it was!
It was all he knew–
this being amazed… and confused…
Perhaps for a time he thought
of finding a way out,
But no one he met
had ever found the way–
For if anyone had… well…
they’d… be… out!
So he lived on the government cheese,
and lived as mice will do.
But displeased with such tedium…
deep in the labyrinth… he began to think it through…
Where do I go as I dream?
Perfectly real– the ordeal as I’m in it–
and then upon awakening… denied… unseen.
Clearly. Here. I stand on denial…
I deny… therefore I am not.
…and oh what a knot it was!
Perhaps the dreamer is more real than I,
and I, the schemer he can’t deny…
And then quite suddenly
amidst his mousely ruminations…
He fell abruptly awake into a dream… and…
The illumination of what he’d seen…
seemed so terribly irrelevant,
For what has a mouse to do
with a big old flying elephant?
But the elephant was patient,
and yes, of course… wise.
He waited for the mouse to speak–
a squeak… a pip… perhaps a peep–
before he’d offer his advice.
Who are you? asked the mouse.
Another part of you, said the flying elephant.
But I can’t fly!
And Ellie crashed to the floor.
Must you deny?
Well… I’m a mouse… after all…
And then quite suddenly
amidst his mousely chagrin
The mouse had a fall… within…
again… the labyrinth.
He awoke to a sleepy daze–
the maze in a foggy haze–
had clearly seen some better days,
But the ways of the maze
Can make the most amazing days… crazy…
And a mouse wouldn’t think twice
about the relevance or reality
Of what it might be like to be an elephant…
who denies gravity!
But a mouse’s dreams, tucked
beneath old straw and droppings,
Lie forgotten, forlorn…
Swapping the reel
for these scenes… of scorn… so vile and rotten.
You see, what the mouse didn’t know… was…
Who directs the show?
He never would have guessed
that blessed elephant would confess–
and really seem to understand–
that the flying elephant
was at the mouse’s command.
We are one, spoke Ellie in a dream:
You are free will,
And I am the wisdom to guide you…
through empty and fill… until…
The spirit resides and decides within you…
as you breathe…
so as you are.
So the mouse directed the elephant
toward the tasks that he found relevant
Things with labyrinthian significance–
and utterly meaningless to flying elephants!
For remember wisdom is elegance,
not this floundering in the maze,
And the mouse sometimes wanted done
what wisdom cannot do– amazing things
to impress the kings
and the tigers… at the zoo.
Oh mouse, seize this advantage.
What I see from my vantage–
tomorrow… and you…
the curves in the road,
the lessons and challenge;
Lessen your burden; lighten your load!
Use me according to your own imagination.
…and oh what an imagination it is!
For the mouse thought his thoughts were his,
not this script from beyond the scene–
But where do you think you have been
every time that you dream…
If not escaped from the labyrinth?
Lay to rest this doubt
once and for all…
You’ve known the way out… always…
You fall… asleep…
And we speak… and the hallways
and corridors of your amazement abate…
As finally you realize that I’m yours… truly…
to have a flying elephant is great!
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by nielskunze on November 12, 2014
(Wingful of Eyes by Gong from their 1975 album Shamal)
Longtime readers will recognize the ‘Independently Healthy’ moniker from my archived Newsletters. For many, my health articles were the main reason for tuning in. They’re not a regular part of the monthly missives anymore… but once in a while I still issue brief health statements.
Vitamin D & Immunity
They way I tell people to regard vitamin D is that it is the most basic or foundational activator/support for superlative immunity. In order for our immune systems to even have any chance at functioning properly, there must be adequate vitamin D in circulation… on a continuous basis. You can do everything else perfectly in support of your immune system– rest, exercise, nutrition, etc.– but if there is a chronic lack of vitamin D, all those other factors are severely hampered from delivering their optimal effects. Vitamin D is the special activator; do yourself a favour and include it in your daily regimen.
All those living in northern climes, please realize that the sun’s intensity is not adequate to stimulate proper vitamin D production naturally during the winter months. That means, for instance, that everyone in Canada should be supplementing vitamin D daily for about six months of the year. Additionally, the daily recommended amount (1,000 IU) is merely adequate for preventing diseases like rickets. For total immune function 3,000 to 5,000 IU daily is more like it. The danger of having too much vitamin D lies in the body’s propensity to deposit minerals (inorganic) in places like the arteries– especially calcium– when there is a concurrent lack of vitamin K2. I’ve begun supplementing this year with a new vitamin D patch which includes the proportionate amount of vitamin K2 and 250mg of magnesium as well. So even if I’m getting a little too much vitamin D, the K2 and Magnesium ensure that it doesn’t cause problems over the longterm. (The most common natural source of vitamin K2 is leafy greens.)
Distilled Water… and Detox
I’ve written numerous times about the benefits of distilled water, especially for drawing and flushing unwanted substances from our systems. I’ve been drinking distilled water regularly for about 15 years now. Here’s the minerals that are taken out of a gallon of my tap water through distillation every day:
The opacity in that glass is due to the inorganic minerals dissolved in the water. Generally, our bodies cannot utilize inorganic minerals. We typically utilize minerals which have been incorporated into living tissues of plants and animals; these are organic minerals. Additionally, the inorganic minerals dissolved in all surface water are not merely unusable, they also create problems in our bodies over time, depositing in our organs, arteries and bones. That’s why arteries harden, organs lose functionality and bones become brittle as we age. I would go so far as to say that inorganic minerals are the main culprits in aging us.
Now, many have read or heard that distilled water is dangerous over the longterm. Like I said, I’m 15 years into distilled water at this point and I have no intention of stopping. The (absurd) arguments centre around notions of distilled water being ‘hungry’ water which will leech vital minerals from our tissues; it is also described as ‘dead’ water. I’m not too sure how the same substance can be both hungry and dead! I agree that distilled water is hungry; it will draw inorganic minerals from all the troublesome places they’re typically deposited. That’s very definitely a good thing!
And as for distilled water being dead… just realize that the whole hydrological cycle on Earth is driven by distilled water– evaporation/precipitation. The vast majority of land-based animals rely almost exclusively on distilled water, drinking from puddles, licking the dew from leaves and eating snow in the winter. Think about that last one: for six months of the year, all of the animals around where I live have no option other than snow for meeting their hydration needs. Rain, snow and dew are all distilled water… and they do not cause harm. But of course you’re free to believe whatever you want.
Detoxifying for the New Earth
One thing all the channellers have gotten right is their admonition to cleanse and clear the detritus from the past. Mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically we need to detoxify for a fresh new start in the emerging paradigm. One of the best strategies in this regard is to eat very pure ‘superfoods’ on an empty stomach daily. (Those who love to argue semantics will claim that “There’s no such thing as superfoods; it’s just a marketing term!” Um, fuck off. There are indeed many highly nutrient-dense foods which easily qualify as superfoods… so there!)
When we provide for our bodies with nutrient-dense foods that contain virtually no fillers, extras or other indigestibles, our bodies just naturally go into detoxification mode. Examples of such foods which I highly recommend include: spirulina, chlorella, pine pollen, marine phytoplankton, etc. I take a squirt of highly concentrated marine phytoplankton (Oceans Alive) every day on an empty stomach. The nutrition provided in that teaspoon of green sludge is superior to just about any full meal you might come up with… and the body has to do virtually nothing in order to utilize it all.
Chlorella and spirulina are especially good at binding with heavy metals and ushering them safely out of our bodies. I’ve been consuming nutritional algae off and on for about twenty years. Every time I take a sizeable dose of chlorella on an empty stomach I can actually smell a strong metallic odour as I’m sitting on the toilet the next day. Find which superfoods work for you and do yourself a huge favour. And just as an extra side note, the common superfoods listed above are so nutrient-dense that they really are extremely cost effective; you’re paying for nutrients, not calories.
And suddenly winter is upon us! I’m hesitant to pull out the big heavy winter boots before I’m knee-deep in snow. I’m still wearing my Vibrams, but I have added toe-socks underneath. Nevertheless, my feet are prone to the cold. Until I make the switch to my winter boots there’s a little ‘trick’ which I continuously utilize during the coldest days to keep my extremities warm. You could call it a meditation or a form of yoga, but what I essentially do is breathe warmth internally into my toes as I’m walking through the snow. I draw a conscious breath from the spot midway between my navel and genitals, hold it there for a few seconds imagining a warm fire igniting that breath, and then as I exhale, I send that warm energy out through my toes and the soles of my feet. Works every time… but again, I’ve been practicing for many years. It’s not as hard or weird as you might think!
This is the time for really connecting with our own bodies in a healthful way. I would suggest talking to your own cells– frequently. Let them know that there is an overarching consciousness which would like to work co-operatively with each of them. Tell your body what kind of physical experience you desire. You may also wish to begin conversing with your food on a regular basis. Firstly, welcome it into your human experience. Then you may wish to speak directly to the nutrients therein contained to provide the very best they have to offer while encouraging any anti-nutrients to simply pass on through without causing harm. Like I’ve said many times recently, get witchy. Try out some basic ‘magic’ and see if you aren’t another catalyst for the re-enchantment of the Earth experience.
by nielskunze on November 11, 2014
“Sweet wind blowing through your sound…
There’s a great wind blowing through your soul…
A great wind blowing through us all…
A great wind blowing through us now…”
(Shamal by Gong from their 1975 album Shamal)
What a difference a day makes! One day I’m picking strawberry flowers and daisies, still eating fresh goji berries, and the next day it’s all frozen over and tinged in white! And… um… cold.
The remains of yesterday’s slain dragons reminds us of a past still shrouded in deep secrecy, but the serrated edge of mountains and hoodoos begins now to cut through the smoke and the mist, showing us our true footing… moving forward…
And in the cracks and crevices of civilization’s battered facade, a thriving energy inveigles itself, telling truth in the House of Lies.
Truth is equally at home in all aspects of illusion, finding purchase on the ledges and footholds of our most loving perceptions.
I had reported on Pack Rat’s nest weeks ago, but the dogs alerted me to the fact that he was home on this day. He was safely out of their reach but not the keen detection of their canine noses.
He had made his home nearly directly above the place where I’d buried the Dream Talisman– the beaver’s tail– at the base of the Purple Cliff. His energy rides the forefront of the wave sweeping through our spacious notions of change. Pack Rat’s energy helps us to thrive even in chaos as we easily see opportunity in the slow destruction of unworkable systems. He is so at home in disorder; it’s really rather enviable!
He’s not the tidiest housekeeper– something to which I easily relate– but ‘home’ is something carried inside– inviolable– no matter the outer conditions… very much like love unconditioned.
And, truth be told, I think he’s rather cute!
by nielskunze on November 10, 2014
When I was young I dreamed of winning the lottery. I imagined the life of ease I could enjoy… and perhaps accomplish a little good along the way…
Thankfully, my soul– my Higher Self, that author of my experience– isn’t a complete idiot! It’s easy to see now, that had I actually won the lottery, I would have essentially wasted my life. But believe me, at the time, I REALLY REALLY wanted to win the lottery… and was convinced of its appropriateness.
Well, it looks like the new global financial system is soon to be rolled out onto the world stage, and with it, the currency revaluation. Holders of dongs and dinars and other choice currencies have been waiting many years for this watershed moment to become the main catalyst for transforming the world. There was an implicit promise that there would emerge– post revaluation– ‘a million new millionaires.’ Sorry folks, but it ain’t gonna happen… at least, not the way you’ve been led to believe.
My recent article Blood Money For Everyone pissed you off, I know. In it, I briefly described the ‘re-phoenixing’ of the system and how it might look:
“We’ll all be taken to the top of a very high fiscal cliff. Some smooth-talking huckster will stand before us presenting the new financial system. Most of us won’t understand a word he’s saying, but one or two of us might notice that the new system metaphorically resembles a big ol’ clunky rock. With great fanfare, the huckster will explain how this rock-like thing which he’s calling the new equitable system will carry us all into a golden age of prosperity for all. And then, very dramatically, he will launch it. And we will all watch it fly from the very high fiscal cliff. “But excuse me sir,” a child will speak up. “It’s not really flying so much as it’s rather plummeting,” she’ll point out. “Nonsense!” cries the huckster again and again, right up until the moment that it crashes on the ground, proving once again that gravity– and all Universal Law– works… without any need for enforcement.”
Well, now it looks as though it might be a tad less dramatic than even that. It is currently scheduled to be the non-event of the century. The rates at which the currencies revaluate will be low– very low. There will be virtually no new overnight millionaires. Don’t worry, you will still recoup your initial investment… and a very small return… as the universe essentially says “Thank you, please try again.”
Allow me to offer some perspective on the situation. All the people who invested heavily in various choice currencies speculated on massive returns. Such an occurrence would be truly awesome– millions of new millionaires– many of whom want to do good in the world. That would be a very positive event indeed! And you’re expecting it to be delivered by the bad guys, the controllers, the manipulators. Think about that. Yeah, as if the powers-that-be are going to voluntarily provide the means for humanity’s emancipation!
No, they will very quietly implement the new system, becoming Basel III compliant with an asset-backed system of currencies. It’ll hardly even make the news. The vast majority of the population won’t even know that a new system has been implemented… because it won’t affect their lives in the least. It’ll be a total non-event. And what do you suppose the main asset backing the new currencies will be? Yes, that’s right, us– humanity. We are the value in the system– as we’ve always been. But we won’t be able to access and utilize that value; it’ll belong to the system. It’s the very same slavery system as before with no significant difference.
Again, don’t worry; it won’t fly… at least, not for very long. You’re not going to put up with this bullshit. You’re going to scream from the rooftops “This isn’t what I was promised!” All the would-be millionaires will finally get together and raise a royal stink. You’ll have to. Don’t you see? That’s how the universe is arranging things during this transition. NOTHING will be freely given to you– especially from the old system, or the old guard presiding over the ‘new’ system. This is a time of total self-empowerment. If you want something, you have to manifest it. And here’s a hint: you won’t manifest a damn thing if your whole plan is to wait for the old energy to deliver your life of ease on a silver platter. Time to get real.
This will be a very hard lesson for many. This is the deepest transformation the Light Creation has ever undergone. You will be pushed to your limits by world events, and the intrepid ones will move with grace beyond those old limits. Expect nothing within the old system to give you anything for free. It’s all about transparency. Every step forward will be taken in full consciousness; anything less just won’t fly.
So there’s going to be a whole bunch of pissed-off people shaking fistfuls of dongs (sorry, couldn’t resist), and they’re going to be out of their minds to get a better deal. And that’s where we have to watch for the next saviourship model to be rolled out. We might even expect our first encounters with the Galactics coming to save the day. After all, this ain’t the shite Saint Germain promised!
Beware the saviour who fails to fully empower. Anyone granting free gifts is not your friend– not even Santa.
Oh, and as for the arrests… The only ones I suspect will be arrested are the most unscrupulous of the currency dealers. The most obvious of the currency scammers will be arrested… but that’s all. Anything more widespread and comprehensive will have to come from the collective impetus of humanity itself. The White Knights are really powerless without us. Do you see how we’re being manipulated by events to finally come together and demand all that we’ve been promised? It’s perfect, really.
Now let’s watch with discernment and exquisite awareness how this all unfolds in the immediate future…