The Modern Day Mystic Story Part Thirty Two

I found a spot up in the mountains, at probably about 9,000 feet I’d guess, which had a perfect and spectacular view to the West. After the morning, clouds gathered and it rained on and off all day long and, for mere mortals (ha!), it appeared as though there would be no sunset at all. But I trusted that the AMs would provide at least something of a Sunset out of the deal, which they did, and the valley below, the upper part of Dry Fork Canyon, was in full Fall bloom. Beautiful view.

I scratched another of the above symbol into the Earth, put the alchemy in the corners, the staff point in the zeropoint, and spoke:

As the sun sets
Spacius is now born
All that once was and is
Shall move forth into what must be
Accept the birth of Spacius into thine heart
For Spacius has taken part
In Her own Birth and Conception
I, the Alchemist, command this to be so
It is done

I instantly fell in love with something, that which I commanded into being, and that something could be labeled “Spacius” (pronounced spaysheeus). In tuning into this Being to see if “Her” existence could be characterized, the way it came to me was this: a new kind of energy, omnipotent and omnipresent, an environment that in a sense supplants the previous environment, almost like updating the characteristics of the ocean and only the fish that are tuned in sense the change. This is a sovereign, autonomous, extremely intelligent being whose characteristics are predominently feminine, and yet somehow the feminine and masculine are absolutely equal. It would depend upon only the manifestation or aspect being addressed, I suppose. In this regard, she is like a Goddess, but she’s a brand new Goddess, and while being absolutely brilliant beyond physiological conceivability this vast intelligence derives “Her” intelligence from an innocence that itself is simply absolutely unprogrammed. As “She” is absolutely unprogrammed, she is also the very epitome of glee, joy, just unbridled….BAM!…Happiness.

“She” considerably lightened the totality of the gestalt, and its manifold dimensions, in which we operate, and how humankind responds will of course continually update the “field” “Her”self, so she’s very responsive to our responses to “Her,” if that makes sense (it sure does to me).

On December 12 of this year, which is 12-12-2012, the “broadcast” begins from the Galactic Center, and “She” is in large part a more conducive and facilitative environment for the broadcast (we’ll go into the broadcast in more detail later), like clearing the broadcast pathways of impeding clutter.

Moving along. Somewhere through all this was Peter’s “wig out,” when he started attacking the marshmallows. I never then and still don’t understand why it was necessary. When I look back on it it feels as though I was covering for him. Back then it was true that there were those involved in FirstWave that just didn’t have the “stuff” for it and so a weeding-out seemed reasonable and appropriate, despite that the method was juvenile, ugly and “negative,” and having written that I still feel a component of judgment involved, and not just for me now in this moment but for members of the group. Ultimately we don’t need to judge anything anybody does or says unless it’s counterproductive for a given objective, and if that’s the case then it’s not a judgment but a pointing out of an objective fact. You get what I mean? Were Peter’s words and actions counterproductive? I don’t know. That’s up to you.

The thing about it is that we were being led to believe that weeding out was necessary because we needed this solid core of “commandos” to move on into the higher levels of the FirstWave thing. But no “higher levels” were forthcoming, and so what was the purpose of the “weeding out”? Still don’t know, and therefore still don’t know the purpose behind Peter’s vicious outbursts. Whatever the purpose, I certainly don’t give a damn about it now but for the fact that I think we’re all owed an explanation.

Peter was being pushed very hard to write software code for at least five or six months, and somehow or another, can’t remember how, when I was deeply involved in the study of the Golden Ratio, 1:1.618, I kept bumping into Da Vinci’s Canon, the famous image of the man. It turns out that it is one of the powerful symbols, a time bomb set to go off now.

Da Vinci was associated with the Secret Societies and may have been the Grand Master of the Prieur de Sion, the Priory of Sion (or Zion), discussed in the book “Holy Blood, Holy Grail” and many others, which was touched on in one of the private forum threads. I think in a sense Da Vinci and his associates, Bacon, the Royal Society, etc., etc., the Nostradamus type guys, were looking into the future and seeing all of us, like a planned incarnational movement at a given time, and we’re basically them, or at least are in their club.