Pestle next to a Pounding Stone:

North Fork of Kings River

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DREAM OF THE POWER OF HARMONY

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

Due to unusual rainfall, early and late spring flowers

are blooming at the same time, creating rare tapestries

in many stretches of woodland forest. As often as I can,

I have escaped the plague and renewed my faith

by immersing myself in the harmony of the earth, and by extension,

the cosmos. I sense the spirits of the flowers and am friends

with the Over Souls of every species. I assume the harmony

of these angels that have abided on this earth in ravishing splendor

with each other for untold ages. I know that the power

of harmony prevails even though in these times of isolation

I might sometimes feel the fear of being out of control.

In isolation I remain connected to this power.

I have developed a spiritual immunity to dark,

unbalanced forces. When ill, I have connected

with this awesome power and have quickly

become whole again. I know that I am one

with this power because I

am one with the Source. I know

that I am one with this harmony

because I am one with the Source.

Satellite Image of Pine Flat Dam

PENDULUM DREAMS:

Part Eleven

     When I was eleven, my family moved from Pomona to Fresno, CA. Soon after the move, my father drove my brother, me, and a couple of neighborhood kids out to Pine Flat Dam. My father parked the car below the dam, and he urged us to get out of the car to get a better sense of the size of the monolithic structure. Out of the blue, one of the neighborhood kids yelled, "Let's go!" Leaving my father with the car, the rest of us scrambled up the hill. I was two years younger than my brother and the neighborhood kids, and about half way up the hill, I suddenly discovered that I was all alone. This proved to be the first of many times that they would ditch me.

     I, of course, had to decide whether or not to continue climbing the hill, which was getting steeper and steeper, or to head back down to the car. When I gazed at the road below, I couldn't see the car anymore. I had no idea then that above me a road led to the dam. I wasn't afraid, however; all alone I just kept crawling up the hill, practically on all fours before I reached a flat area where heavy equipment had been parked. (See the area delineated in red in the satellite image above.)

     Trying to catch my breath, I bent over, a little startled to find myself on flat ground on such a steep hillside. Suddenly a feeling of extreme hostility engulfed me. I twirled around but could not see anyone else. 

     In retrospect, I realize now that at the age of eleven I was quite psychic--before the testosterone kicked in and I started focusing most of my attention on satisfying social needs. Nevertheless, I was totally alone, unable to identify where the hostility was coming from. As I looked around, I noticed that I was standing in what resembled a large, grayish-brown wound in the earth. Suddenly I was certain that some powerful spirit was furious about what people had done to the earth there. To me, it didn't look very different from the cuts for mountain roads that I had experienced many times before during my family's travels. I investigated the heavy equipment, a bulldozer, too afraid to touch private property even though I was alone. Finally, still deeply disturbed, I climbed a steep dirt road to find the asphalt road that led to the dam.

     After a short hike up the road, I discovered my father's car parked by the side of the road. He and the kids were already exploring the top of the dam. (Fifty years ago, before people committed suicide by leaping from the top, the dam was open to the public and unsupervised.) As I rushed to catch up with the others, slightly dizzy from the height of the dam but happy to have found them, I was no longer thinking about the inexplicable feeling of hostility that I had experienced a little while earlier. Only years later did I understand why a spirit might be enraged by what had happened to the area.

     In retrospect, I learned two lessons from the experience. First of all, I realized that I could somehow sense the feelings of spiritual entities. Secondly, I realized that I could handle dangerous, uncertain circumstances. The same kids on other trips ditched me twice on moonless nights in woodland areas where I had never been before. They also lured me into a cave, turned off the flashlights and left me alone in absolute darkness. I heard their giggles far off in the distance as I stood alone, literally unable to see my hand in front of my face. I had a general sense of where I was in relation to the cave wall, so I inched carefully, arms outstretched, until I touched the rock wall. After about an hour of feeling my way along the wall, I saw a glimmer of light and finally reached the opening of the cave. 

     Those lessons have helped me to survive some current circumstances. 

     Demons have not assaulted me in two weeks. My pendulum has confirmed that the tax-funded government agency that had been targeting me could no longer find anyone who could even pretend to perform black magic. I had been getting the feeling lately that the leaders of the shadow project were running out of effective practitioners of the dark arts: The most recent attacks were wimpy and amateurish compared to the ferocity that I had grown used to. I even chuckled a few times while they were in progress. One sorcerer made it seem like a cat was meowing loudly outside my bedroom door at two in the morning. (All my doors and windows were locked, and I have never owned a cat.) Another sent four ghostly hooded figures to stand around my bed. Another made things fall off the shelves in my bedroom in the middle of the night. Real sorcerers don't mess around: they send demons who violently shake you or your bed when you’re falling asleep or who pin you down and choke you as they feed off your energy or who insert etheric knives into your brain or heart or digestive system or who fill your aura with negative energy that eventually manifests as a serious or fatal illness. You know, stuff that wrecks your psyche and/or kills you.

     Free of that evil, I feel like someone whose personality has disappeared, someone suddenly free to start life over without any bad memories or negativity associated with the past. 

     I have experienced a chronic illness for decades. Eventually I even reached a point during which I died in my own mind. Before I eliminated gluten from my diet, at a time when I could not digest most foods and regularly experienced atrial fibrillation, I envisioned the angel of death circling above my room. At that point, my job, my bank account, my status no longer held any meaning for me. 

     As I envisioned the angel of death in my mind's eye, I remembered my father's body, waxy and doll-like, laid out in his best suit on a single bed. My mother had to okay the work of the funeral-home technicians before they fitted his body in the coffin. The funeral director at that moment forced my mother to choose between a concrete vault for his grave that would last twenty-five years or a thicker one that would last fifty years. My mother grimaced and let out a stifled groan. Glancing at me, she chose the latter option even though it was twice as expensive. At that moment, it seemed significant to me for some reason that my father was in his fifties when he died, and I wanted to yell that the thickness of the vault didn’t matter. Nobody would ever check to see, while he decomposed, before those fifty years were over, whether or not he still resembled the pasty dummy next to us on the bed. (I should emphasize that my father was a smart man in his own way.)  I had just turned seventeen, but despite the fact that I had never experienced a greater urgency to speak in my life, I remained silent.

     As you can see, I am no longer remaining silent.

     If I had died from a stroke or a heart attack at the age of fifty-five due to the cumulative effects of gluten poisoning, a couple of people might have mourned my passing, even fewer than those who had showed up at my father’s funeral. That realization, after I experienced a few moments of self-pity, gave me an unexpected feeling of liberation, almost like the kind of release that I  experienced after two weeks of freedom from attacks by dark forces.

     The Tree of Life reveals how the Universal Energy Field manifests in the personal energy field. As above, so below. I had become one with the Tree of Life while neutralizing dark forces during my rituals so often that it was becoming difficult for me to distinguish between my personal energy field and Universal Consciousness. After the attacks ended, I was finally free, nothing more or less than a pure point of consciousness in a vast, divine fabric of energy, feeling peace beyond understanding and compassion for all life, transcending all negativity.

 All Text, Music, and Illustrations, including Paintings, Photographs, and 3D models, Copyright © 2022 by Jim Robbins.

The Queen of Wands

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A HIDDEN STRENGTH

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

We sometimes muddle through in times of crisis,
unnerved and despondent and insecure, but sometimes
in our bleakest hours, love pulls us through,
a strength from somewhere in our souls,
from the Source of creation, Sometimes,
though far away we send love to keep each other whole.
Our heart connection is so strong that I know
when demons frighten you, and you know when I am down.
Is it possible that only we know that we can bless
each other from far? 

For we are one with the Source,
and we are magnificent....

Sometimes in our hearts, we know the Source
of love and harmony and abundance,
the awesome powers of creation within us,
and we can share them with each other....

We sometimes muddle through in times of crisis,
unnerved and despondent and insecure, but sometimes
in our bleakest hours, love pulls us through,
a strength from somewhere in our souls,
from the Source of creation. Sometimes
only then we know the love that is within us,
and we are grateful that we can send each other love--
to give each other strength to get us through the hard times.

For we are one with the Source,
and we are all magnificent....

Six of Wands:

Jupiter in Leo, Sun in Tiphareth

PENDULUM DREAMS:

Part Ten

 

     During the pandemic I have found myself returning again and again to key moments of my past. For instance, after I started meditating twenty years ago, I began having visions of symbols associated with the Tree of Life even though I had never heard of the Qabalah or encountered its primary glyph before then. It has taken me years to unpack the meaning of some of the symbols as I have progressed on my spiritual path. 

   For instance, as I was mentally purifying my chakras twenty years ago, I repeatedly experienced a vision of a golden equal-armed cross with indistinct angels at each end. The only difference between the angels was the color of their robes—one robe was yellow, one red, one blue, and one white. After I finished the mental purification process, I had a vision of a brilliant white, four-petaled flower that suddenly burgeoned into a thousand-petaled lotus, a symbol that corresponds symbolically to the Source, the Crown of Creation on the Tree of Life. I have only recently understood that the two visions are symbolically related to each other. Like the golden equal-armed cross, the four petals of the white flower represent the four spiritual elements—Air, Fire, Water, Earth—in balance. I recently realized that the four petals in my vision suddenly blossomed into the thousand petaled lotus to suggest that working with the four basic spiritual elements can lead to an incredible expansion of spiritual awareness—to an awareness of the divinity within all of us, for instance.

   Back then, the visions inspired intense curiosity in me, since at the time I was an agnostic who vacillated towards atheism, and I discovered through my research that the symbols I envisioned are associated with the Qabalah (or Kabbalah) and its symbol system, the Tree of Life (which is an expanded version of the chakra system). 

   I also discovered rituals based on the equal-armed cross featuring Archangels of the Elements, Raphael, representing the spiritual element of Air (in a yellow robe); Michael, representing Fire (in red); Gabriel, representing Water (in blue); and Auriel, representing Earth (in white). Soon after the vision of the thousand-petaled lotus, I awkwardly performed the Supreme Invoking Ritual of the Pentagram and unexpectedly invoked the Archangel Raphael. I found myself in a thought bubble of such amazing complexity and felt such a profound sense of eternity that I began to suspect that humans are so limited by the five senses and so blinded by social conditioning that we are not likely to have authentic spiritual experiences unless we work to establish and maintain the conditions in our sphere of influence that make those experiences possible. 

   Soon after I invoked Raphael, as I was falling asleep, I was shaken so hard by a powerful dark force that I thought it was going to obliterate me. In retrospect, it seems to me that its main goal was to reveal to me that it could easily kill me. The two events, which I only understood in context years later, suggest to me that as humans we are learning to survive in a spectrum of energy. In other words, if we experience extremely high, balanced spiritual energies, we are also likely to experience extremely dark, unbalanced energies. In the process, we learn to master the energies so that we can manifest the most balanced aspects for the highest good. 

     I’m sure many people, after reading how dark forces have repeatedly assaulted me and seeing how evil propagates all around us, cannot possibly believe my assertion that every human being is divine.  No doubt, my detractors are tempted to dismiss my work as a combination of candy-flavored naivete and schizophrenia. The Tree of Life, however, reveals how we are all divine beings even though we might also experience, as individuals or even large groups, a horrific lack of balance, what many describe as evil.

     Birthed from "Negative Existence"—from spiritual dimensions that human beings cannot currently comprehend—the Source of Creation, known as Kether, the Crown, emanated nine other dimensions that culminate and find their expression in The Kingdom, the material world where our souls currently reside.

     The Tree of Life reveals cosmic evolution in the Path of Lightning, which extends from Emanations One through Ten. Each Holy Emanation (“Sephira” in Hebrew) evolved a type of archetypal energy that we each carry within us, for as the bible says, we are each made in God's image. We can employ these energies for good or evil—in a balanced or unbalanced way, in other words. If we use a particular energy in an unbalanced way and end up harming others, for instance, we sin (in other words, “miss the mark”). The spiritual life, I realized, is rooted in the ideals of virtue revealed by the Emanations on the Tree of Life. The Shining Ones avoid those who indulge regularly in the vices, or unbalanced uses of the archetypal energies within us. On the spiritual path, truth, beauty, compassion, love matter.

     For example, the fourth Emanation on the Tree of Life, known as Mercy (“Chesed,” in Hebrew), represents harmonious upbuilding and organizing forces, as well as the magnificence, harmony, love and abundance of the human spirit. Its virtue for human beings is obedience to the Divine Will, but its energy can also result in extremely negative qualities. Its vices, for example, include tyranny, bigotry, hypocrisy, and gluttony, behavior that exalts the self above others and the community of all life. The extreme unbalanced energy is personified as the “breakers into pieces,” in other words, the opposite of the balanced energies of reverence and love and harmonious, beneficial organization.

Breakers into Pieces

     The virtues and vices of the other Emanations are also easy to comprehend. 

The Burners

     The virtues of the fifth Emanation, Power (or Fear), which is associated with Mars, are strength, courage, and power at all levels of the psyche, and includes the ability to burn away or release anything that does not serve the highest good. Its vices are cruelty and destructiveness. 

The Liars

   The virtue of the eighth Emanation, Splendor (“Hod” in Hebrew), is truthfulness, and its vices are deception and dishonesty. Many professors at universities, I have discovered, where truth should be the highest ideal, often choose to manifest the unbalanced expression of the archetypal energy within their sphere of life.

     During the pandemic, I started sculpting 3D models of Tarot cards. The Six of Wands, Lord of Victory, represents Jupiter in Leo and The Sun in Beauty (“Tiphareth” in Hebrew), the sixth Emanation on the Tree of Life. The main figure in the setting has mastered the ideal qualities of Jupiter and Leo and The Sun, which includes the Christ-force, for the sixth Emanation is a sphere of harmonizing love and spiritual inebriation. Mastery of the energy is the figure’s true victory. In order to achieve this victory, the figure has overcome pride, its unbalanced energy, too often found in religious traditions.  He recognizes the divinity and interconnectedness of all life and avoids exalting himself and his religious beliefs above all others.

     Choosing the negative or unbalanced energy instead of choosing the balanced, harmonious aspect of the archetypal energy, is simply “missing the mark” but can have horrific consequences that destroy lives and ecosystems and even societies. We all experience challenges associated with the types of archetypal energies that are revealed by the Tree of Life and can make the world a heaven or hell through the way we choose to use these basic energies within us. 

   When I perform The Supreme Invoking Ritual of the Pentagram (SIRP), I ask Raphael, “Healer of God,” to heal all dark energies sent to harm me by practitioners of black magic. Then I ask Raphael to heal all dark energies possessing or attached to the practitioners of black magic. Then I ask Raphael to heal the practitioners of black magic, clearing away all dark energies; clearing away all illness and negativity caused by suffering and trauma; clearing away all negative thoughts, feelings and beliefs, all shadow selves, so that they experience divine love and harmony and light, wholeness, and forgiveness, and peace and abundance and joy. Using the same format with each Archangel, I ask Michael, “Like unto God,” to cleanse all dark energies and practitioners of black magic with divine holy fire, and Gabriel, “God is my Strength,” to cleanse them with divine holy water. I ask Uriel, “God is my Light,” Archangel of salvation and the Element of Earth, to fill them all with divine love and harmony. By the time I am through, the Archangels have cleansed and healed and neutralized all dark forces and absorbed them into the balanced energies of their spiritual plane of being, and the practitioners of black magic have been cleansed and filled with divine love and harmony. 

   Cleansing and healing and neutralizing dark forces is far more effective than threatening or cursing or battling them because dark forces feed off of intense, negative energies. Fear and anger and hatred only make them stranger.
   I continue to purify my energy field so that I can tell immediately when someone or something is targeting it. As soon as I experience a sense of oppression or malice or have a negative thought that recurs or becomes amplified, I suspect that I am being attacked, and I consult my pendulum. When the answer is yes, which it has been recently about two times a day, I of course immediately perform my ritual and clear my energy field and ask the Shining Ones to neutralize the dark forces. 

   Most people, I know, cannot believe that God would ever allow so much evil to befall one person. It is frightening to know that intelligent evil forces are mercilessly attacking you. Needless to say, I am beginning to suspect that my current circumstances are too dangerous for others. My pendulum confirms that while serving the Divine Will I must not place anyone in harm's way.

   Spiritual growth is rooted in truth, so I have chosen to share the following. In one type of attack  the demon fills your etheric body with black energy that eventually manifests in the physical body as a debilitating illness. This is perhaps the most insidious type of attack because no negative emotions or physical pains warn the victim that demons are at work. After purifying my chakras and aura, I developed the ability to scan my energy field for negative energy; whenever I see any with my "third eye," I drain it away into the fires below the earth's surface and ask the Archangels to purify my aura with elemental energy. Another type of attack occurs on the emotional level, which can suddenly leave an overwhelming sense of futility, regret, and self-loathing that causes the victim to spiral down into a hopeless depression that can eventually induce suicidal thoughts. I had experienced this type of attack a few times times before I realized that dark forces were targeting me. And of course, demons can manifest in a frequency close to the earth plane and can attack you physically, but they usually prefer to remain hidden. They feed off of negative emotions, so of course they enjoy terrifying people by making their presence known in some way, but they prefer causing a long downward spiral into the depths of misery because that benefits them the most. With the help of my pendulum, I am now able to identify these types of attacks and immediately ask the Archangels to neutralize the negative forces, and the Shining Ones never let me down.

All Text, Music, and Illustrations, including Paintings, Photographs, and 3D models, Copyright © 2022 by Jim Robbins.

Flowers in Meadow before Creek Fire

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DREAM OF AN ANCIENT PATH

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

I dreamed of hiking through flowers that were manifesting
the profound peace of the Source. The trail led
to an abandoned Native village. I felt
a heightened awareness of ancient history

that opened my mind to a profound sense
of timelessness. I experienced an enchantment that still
lingers in subtle realms due to many thousands of years
of ceremonies performed there. I envisioned

gods who show up for those who feel
reverence and love for the creatures of the forest
and for those who once lived there. I found a snake,
a coyote, a wild pig, a bobcat, and a mountain lion.

I had tuned my mind to the peaceful vibrations of the forest,
so I did not threaten the animals. Still I knew
that most animals can move at lightning speed
when necessary. I was in a sacred place,

where I encountered nature spirits and connected
with angelic oversouls of several species,
and I felt the presence of the divine spirit of place,
for I was part of that divinity myself.

PENDULUM DREAMS:

Part Nine

     Tamarack Creek is about halfway between Shaver Lake and Huntington Lake. I explore the area several times every summer in search of different flowers. I returned to Tamarack Creek recently and was stunned by the devastation. I discovered that my fear (previous post) was justified: The Creek Fire had incinerated everything in the forest, destroying the young and healthy trees and almost all the vegetation, which could soon lead to erosion that clogs the streams with mud and smothers the fish. I also unexpectedly discovered that parts of the meadows survived because of the sogginess of the earth. Unfortunately the fire burned up all the trees bordering the meadows, diminishing the canopy that once shaded the flowers. At different points I found flowers blooming in swampy land right next to areas where fire had totally wiped out every living thing.  Every July, for decades, I have found numerous tiger lilies in the meadows at Tamarack Creek. Due to the diminished forest canopy, I found only one tiger lily shriveling in the sun. I have never encountered such severe damage over such a large area. 

Soggy Meadow next to the Incinerated Forest:

Tamarack Creek

          I know a thing or two that could start a revolution.

     You are a magnificent spiritual being. Often limiting and sometimes harsh, the energies of this planet’s environments molded the DNA of your ancestors. Then you arrived with your hair and eye and skin color and all your other amazing physical features after thousands of years of natural selection. Now here you are—an awesome spiritual being in a unique human form.

     There is no part of you that is not part of the gods. The archetypal powers of the gods are all part of your psyche. Your higher self can access these energies whenever you choose if you know how (preferably for the highest possible good). Superheroes, modern-day gods, access these powers, which is one reason movies based on comic books are so popular.

     The more you connect with the Source through love for people, flowers, trees, animals, spiritual symbols, and great music and art and literature, the more you expand your consciousness. If you mentally purify your chakras, eliminating all the negativity and limiting beliefs that a few individuals and society have embedded in your personal energy field, or aura, you will open a channel to your higher self. The more you access your higher self, the more you grow into a person who realizes the magnificence, abundance, brilliance, power and harmony of the human spirit. “Ye are gods,” claim some revered spiritual teachers (John 10:34, Psalm 82:6). The more you activate the archetypal energies in yourself, the more you manifest the energies of the Divine Source.  We are made in God’s image, after all (Genesis 1:27). The mystical Tree of Life of the Kabbalah (or Qabalah), which is an expanded version of the primary chakra system, reveals precisely how we are made in God’s image.

The Mystical Tree of Life

     How many employers, wealthy capitalists, politicians, army recruiters, ministers, psychiatrists, family members, and friends want you to know this about yourself? Would they prefer that you dismiss me as a nut-job?

     I have had more than a few experiences that you and other people might find extremely difficult to believe. You might even consider me more than a little "touched," considering how far outside of accepted, modern human existence I have sometimes found myself. (I should emphasize that I don’t take drugs. I don’t even take aspirin unless I am in agony.)

   My family visited San Simeon fifty years ago, and that day all the rocks on the shore were blanketed by mushy sea anemones, some almost as big as my head, some with tentacles like thick hair flailing this way and that as the waves smashed the rocks. The starfish crawled so slowly that they seemed immobile, the big crabs scurrying into cracks and tiny hermit crabs in snail shells inching along through constantly fluctuating puddles of sea water, the rocks jittery with life in the relentless ebb and flow.

     At the place where my family had once hung out fifty years ago, searching for moonstones all afternoon, I discovered that the marine life had totally disappeared from the shore. Some of the rocks that had rippled fifty years ago with nervous movement were scarred and pocked in places where creatures had once latched on to them. Some of them now resemble timeless, primitive sculptures rising out of the sand. Many of them seem to be bleeding globs of tar, which I could not wipe away or even pull off.

Rock Stripped of Marine Life: Estero Bay

   I approached strangers to find out what had happened to the marine life that had once flourished on the shore. Some of the locals remembered an oil spill a long time ago, some thought there were just too many people, but  without exception each person listed otters, sea lions, porpoises, elephant seals and whales—as if they thought I was simply a tourist who just wanted to know what kind of wildlife I might still be able to find.

     “I’m talking about the marine life on the rocks, the crabs and starfish and sea anemones and barnacles. They are all gone now, wiped out somehow!” I exclaimed, but they just kept listing the animals I could find, as if in denial or not remembering or never aware that a different order of existence had once dominated the shore—as if these forms of life are no longer part of their collective reality or maybe because they just wanted me to accept whatever reality exists now.

     When I was in the boy scouts, about twelve or so, a pyromaniac camping with me and two other scouts managed to light the tent and several backpacks on fire while I was sound asleep. I was using my backpack as a pillow. Someone yelled “Fire!” over and over, and I eventually threw myself out of the tent, choking on thick smoke. Suddenly I felt pain searing the back of my head. I told another scout who was sharing the tent with me that my head hurt something awful. 

     He was two years older and growled at me, “Shut up and go back to sleep and don’t say anything to anyone!” Enough remained of the tent for us eventually to go back in and sleep despite the stench.

     The next day I told other boys in the troop that my head hurt and asked them to see if anything was wrong. “No, nothing’s wrong,” they all stated flatly. One of them finally found a comb and started pulling strands of hair out of my scalp as the others watched. “No, nothing’s wrong. You just have a lot of rats in your hair,” he claimed. The others nodded in agreement. I could hardly stand the pain, but they were all older than I was, and eventually I stopped doubting them. When I returned home, my mother immediately noticed a large, bright red patch streaked with black on the back of my head. “What on earth happened to you?” she exclaimed. “Nothing,” I muttered. She grabbed my arm and escorted me into the bathroom where she handed me a mirror while I stood with my back to a larger mirror. I suddenly realized how easily fooled I could be—how easy it is to get people, even if they are in agony, to question their own reality and accept a lie, an alternate reality.

    The great conservationist John Muir in 1868 wrote a letter in which he claimed, “The valley of the San Joaquin is the floweriest piece of world I have ever walked, one vast level, even flower-bed, a sheet of flowers….” (1) By the time my family moved to the San Joaquin Valley fifty years ago, the flowers had all disappeared. The rivers in the valley were bone dry, the wetlands dwindling down to 4% of their historical levels, the canals brimming with irrigation water for vineyards and almond orchards and other water-guzzling crops that have little or no social benefit and have no business being grown in a desert. Each almond, for instance, takes over a gallon of water to produce (and almonds are now the dominant crop in the Valley). As I passed these unsustainable crops on the way to the coast, I noticed signs near just about every almond orchard, signs that demanded more dams. Farms have already killed the rivers in the Valley and are sucking up so much ground water that the land is subsiding in many places. Wealthy landowners continue to hope that taxpayers will foot the bill for dams that wipe out public lands for the benefit of the landowning class, the top few percent: Socialism for the wealthy once again.

     As global warming and the economic crisis and the pandemic have clearly revealed, capitalists don’t plan or work for the public good or for a sustainable future, only for their own short-term profit, a situation that continues to lead to the destabilizing of the biosphere and to the destruction of ecosystems and to unnecessary mass death. The super-rich elites resist serving the public good because that would require them to pay more taxes and change their business strategy. The elites, even as their media outlets demonize the government, have captured the political system with campaign cash and look forward to more tax cuts and taxpayer bailouts. The super-rich keep getting richer. So much for dealing rationally on a large scale with lethal crises that have relatively simple solutions. So much for the lives of our children and grandchildren.

   This bears repeating: You cannot deal with evil effectively on the political level. Evil is a spiritual  problem and can only be addressed effectively to any real degree on the spiritual level. So many free-thinking liberals, many of whom are atheists and agnostics, are openly skeptical that a spiritual dimension even exists. Those who practice evil, not only in occult rituals but also in politics and business, no doubt find this obtuseness quite amusing.

     When I tell people that huge herds of tule elk and antelope and deer, as well as predators that trimmed the herds, such as mountain lions and grizzly bears, once roamed the valley floor over a hundred years ago; when I tell people that millions of birds used the Valley as a flyway during their migrations, stopping in the wetlands refreshed by the rivers that flooded periodically, I receive a blank stare. I recently read that Native American encampments in the Sierra Nevada Mountains no longer existed after 1917. When I tell people that I have walked on ancient Native American paths all over the mountains, finding village sites that have existed for thousands of years, many sites still with house pits and with pestles in the mortars of the pounding stones, I receive the same blank stare. Some of them, especially children, look at me like I am crazy. Sometimes I feel like I am. My experience and knowledge do not jibe with this society's collective reality.

    Once, when I was hiking next to a creek in the foothills, I encountered a gnome-like creature. He was about two feet tall. For a moment, I thought he was a large raven or vulture because of his cloak of dark bird feathers, and because of his long, hooked nose, which resembled a beak. Then I saw his toes and large ears, and I noticed that he was wrinkled and skinny and a little dirty but human, or at least human-like. I stood absolutely still, gazing at a small tuft of hair on his head and his long eyelashes as he blinked, one eye at a time. He didn’t appear at all afraid, so I took a step forward, and he suddenly rushed at me, which totally caught me off-guard. I was standing in plants that I had never encountered before, and I couldn’t see him under their huge, palm-like leaves, but due to the movement of the plants, I could tell that he was circling me, hitting the stems to make the plants shake. He was lightning fast—far faster than any human I have ever encountered—as fast as a wild animal.

     He had run straight at me and circled me several times before I saw him vanish into the forest. He didn’t act like any wild animal that I have ever encountered. Instead of attacking me, he seemed to be messing with me, despite what appeared to be his advanced age, possibly attempting to show me that I would never be able to catch him or his kind. In retrospect, he seemed far too knowledgeable about his surroundings and far too stealthy to allow himself to be caught out in the open. When I first saw him, he was just standing next to a tree, gazing at me, as though waiting for me to notice him.

     Totally stunned, I was suddenly aware of another order of existence that I had never imagined I would find, one which I realized few people, if any, would ever believe. Oddly, after the gnome-like creature vanished, I felt like I had failed in some way. I had hoped for a split second that I might communicate with him. He had revealed unequivocally that I had entered his realm, a place where I was no match for him or his kind, despite the size difference. Someone recently suggested that perhaps he circled me three times to invite me into the faery realms, but at the time it seemed more like he was simply showing me that I was invading his territory.

     60 percent of the wildlife on this planet has disappeared in the last fifty years. My experience with the gnome-like creature has made me wonder what else humanity might be in the process of wiping off the face of the planet.

     I think I mentioned in a previous post that at one point in my life I unexpectedly envisioned spiritual symbols during meditation. One of those symbols was a golden, equal-armed cross with indistinct angels at each end. Each angel was wearing a robe: one was yellow, one red, one blue, and one white. I did some research and discovered that the symbol represents two occult rituals, one The Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram (LBRP), the other The Supreme Invoking Ritual of the Pentagram (SIRP). Both include the Archangels Raphael, Michael, Gabriel, and Auriel, who each represent a cardinal direction and an “element of the wise.” Raphael (East) represents the element of Air and wears a yellow robe; Michael (South) represents the element of Fire and wears a red robe; Gabriel (West) represents the element of Water and wears a blue robe; and Auriel (North) represents the element of Earth and wears a white robe. These elements, of course, are states of being that are not represented in the periodic table. In human terms, Air represents intellect and the conscious mind; Fire represents passion and willpower; Water represents emotion and the subconscious mind; Earth represents, for some, material substance and for others the etheric foundation of life, a kind of energetic interface between consciousness and the physical dimension.

     Fascinated, I, of course, had to perform the rituals. The second time I performed the SIRP, I invoked the Archangel Raphael. By that I mean in my mind’s eye I envisioned the Archangel suddenly dissolving into thousands of points of light that rushed towards me and swirled around me. As I mentioned in a previous post, suddenly I was in what I can only describe as a thought-bubble of mind-boggling complexity, with mathematical symbols and equations floating all around me. At the same time, I experienced a profound sense of eternity that I had never experienced before. These awesome spiritual beings that we call Archangels or Gods are vastly superior to human beings. The two rituals, which my visions of spiritual symbols led me to discover, can provide a kind of interface with them, however.

     I soon discovered that these Shining Ones are perhaps the greatest powers of harmony in our world, if not the cosmos. They work with us if we serve the Divine Will to create or maintain harmony and balance in the world. They do not allow individual human desire or ego to interfere with their divine work. I also soon discovered that they were giving me the opportunity to work with them to neutralize spiritually unbalanced people and forces.

     I discovered that some powerful spiritual beings have the ability to manifest in an energetic frequency that is very close to the physical plane. They can poke you and prod you and shake you violently and hold you down and choke you and engulf you in a cold, heavy energy that causes paralysis, and they can adversely affect parts of the physical body with negative energy that eventually manifests as serious and even sometimes fatal disease. They can also cause debilitating negative emotions. I soon figured out that the Archangels, if we work with them, neutralize these demonic forces to create balance and harmony in our plane of being. As co-creators with the Source, humans can set the intention for the Archangels to heal and cleanse and fill these unbalanced forces with divine love and harmony. Since we have free will, we can either allow these forces to run amok in world, or with the Shining Ones, we can neutralize them to create or reestablish balance.

     Some people are able to control dark forces through black magic and have inflicted a great deal of harm in recent years. I have discovered that dark entities can undermine individuals and societies, especially capitalistic societies that have shredded the social safety net and enabled elites to rake in enormous profits at the expense of people and the planet. Many of you have noticed that we keep coming closer and closer to totalitarian rule. The attempts to overthrow democracy, or what's left of it, continue on both the political and spiritual levels. I can’t prove that practitioners of black magic are working to end the last semblances of democracy in this society. I have, however, lived it on a personal spiritual level and have witnessed it in our society for many years now. I know that the crises that we experience in this dimension are but shadows cast by the spiritual dimension upon our world.

1) http://www.johnmuir.org/walk/muir_journal/IV.SJoachinValsyn.htm

    

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Death: Scorpio

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A PRAYER IN THE MOUNTAINS

Words and Music by Jim Robbins

(Written and sung at at time when I unknowingly had Covid)

Today the tiger lily blessed me

with its splendor and fragrance:

I know all life is divine...

Flowers and trees have awakened me

to the divinity of all life on this earth,

the holiness of all energy in the cosmos.

Great World Soul, let my heart be a clear,

open channel into our collective mind.

Let the knowledge that all life is holy

resonate through the hearts and minds

of all people on this earth. Now I know

all energy is holy. Now I know

all life is divine. We are at a tipping point.

We need to wake up now.

Flowers and trees have awakened me

to the divinity of all life on this earth,

the holiness of all energy in the cosmos.

Great World Soul, let my heart be a clear,

open channel into our collective mind.

Let the knowledge that all life is holy

resonate through the hearts and minds

of all people on this earth. Let the knowledge

that all life is divine resonate through

our hearts and minds, so that we know

all life is holy, so that we know

all energy is divine even as 

the web of life is torn apart.

We need to wake up now, wake up now.

We need to wake up now, wake up now.

Tiger Lilies

PENDULUM DREAMS:

Part Eight

   "Look," Bran exclaimed one night. "In just about every society, a small percentage of the population controls the vast majority of the wealth. The more wealth and power they have, the more afraid they are that other people will take it away from them, so they sometimes resort to extreme measures to hold on to what they have even if their greed ends up completely destroying the quality of life for everyone else. It might not surprise you that they network with others in business and government and create secret societies or 'shadow' organizations so that together they can hold on to their wealth and power. It should not surprise you that some of them even resort to the use of the dark arts to maintain and increase their wealth and power. 

   "Psychiatrists are coming forward now with evidence that demons and harmful spirits are responsible for a significant percentage of mental health problems." Seeing a few raised eyebrows, Bran, in an agitated voice, asked, "Is it really so far-fetched that super-rich capitalists would employ practitioners of black magic and dark forces to control society? The elites for their own profit are now leading humanity to the edge of a cliff in a number of ways, climate change and nuclear proliferation being the most obvious. 

   "If that isn't demonic, I don't know what is. The government has continued unjustified, disastrous conflicts in the Middle East that only benefit the oil industry and war profiteers, with our sons and daughters as their cannon fodder. The super-rich are, right before our very eyes, destroying the last semblance of democracy in our nation. The Republican Party, controlled entirely by the super-rich, has turned into the most dangerous organization in the history of the world, according to world-renowned intellectuals like Noam Chomsky. 

   "The billionaires are revealing once again for all to see that they have absolute control. Through media influence they have helped to install in the oval office a pathological liar, a perverted, misogynistic, narcissistic wanna-be dictator who appeals to racists, members of the NRA, neo Nazis and evangelicals, a puppet who does the bidding of super-rich despots, an unhinged, moronic bully who claims to be 'a very stable genius unmatched' in his wisdom. The elites through control of the media have brainwashed nearly half the country into supporting a sociopath as their president; the other half of the country is in denial or too frightened to protest against the evil in our economic and political systems. 

   "When a capitalistic society starts collapsing, the rulers can lean either toward socialism or fascism, and fascism benefits elites the most. Anyone who pays attention for ten seconds can tell which way they're leaning, but half the country just refuses to see it!" Amber and I  nodded as he continued in the same vein for awhile.

   I have bad news to tell you now. I was greatly saddened when I found out that Bran had died from an aneurysm. He was only fifty, ten years younger than I am. Amber told me the news over the phone, and we both got out our pendulums, which revealed that malicious spirits had targeted him. Amber decided to do an Akashic reading and discovered  that Bran had suffered vicious demonic attacks. In a frequency that is very close to the physical plane, demons had caused an aneurysm that burst. After the reading, Amber called me back. Crying, she blurted out that demons attacked Bran because he was a respected spiritual leader who always told the truth, and he had talked too much about secret government projects and false flag operations. We should have all turned off our cellphones....We're always under surveillance, she tearfully noted.

   He had dealt courageously with the demons, but, unfortunately, he was not working with powers of harmony who provide maximum spiritual protection. His advice to the group was to keep one's energy field open to everything, even the negative, take in as much information as possible, and then let it go, which to me sounded like a recipe for disaster. I have experienced subtle attacks on my brain and heart and digestive system, but the Archangels purify my aura every day during my rituals, clearing away negativity from all levels of my energy field. I have always had to rely on divine intervention; without it, I would have been totally wrecked a long time ago.

Poppies in February near Native American Village Site

     The practitioner of the dark arts often targets victims who are vulnerable due to a crisis of some kind and directs dark forces to cause terror and misery and illness and chaos in their world. The dark forces get to feed off the negative energies of the victims, and the sorceress gets to maintain the power to cause grave harm. Both the dark forces and the sorceress benefit from this horrific practice, in other words.

     Many people believe that they can plant seeds of harmony with their mind into Universal Consciousness, and these seeds will grow and manifest greater balance and abundance for themselves and others. Even though they believe that the individual human mind working with Universal Consciousness has great power to manifest harmony and abundance in the world, they often deny or dismiss or totally ignore the ability of the human mind to cause horrific evil.

     Sorcerers, I have discovered, do not like it when a potential victim is aware of their activities and is able to thwart their efforts. They network with each other to crush anyone who effectively opposes them. For instance, one of the members of a coven might also be the local leader of a shamanic tradition that originated on another continent, and she might network with other brujas and brujos in that tradition. If her local coven fails to harm her target, the sorceress might contact a member in her shamanic tradition. When one bruja fails to harm the potential victim, another might try the next day. In this way, the world-wide communications network has amplified the potential for horrific evil. There is really no distance between one human mind and another because we are all part of One Consciousness, so there is no escape unless one has the knowledge and ability to work with higher powers to deal effectively with demonic attacks....

     The psychic attacks on me have escalated recently because I have become effective at working with the Archangels of the Elements to neutralize dark, unbalanced forces. My reputation, in other words, only began spreading far and wide because the Archangels are protecting me, and practitioners of evil feel threatened personally by the disempowerment of their cohorts.

     According to my pendulum, members of the deep state eventually became aware that the Archangels effectively neutralize dark energies, so coordinators of the shadow agency began enlisting the help of practitioners of the dark arts from all parts of the world to mess with me. In every case, the Archangels have neutralized and healed and cleansed them and filled them with divine love and harmony, with the result that those practitioners of black magic are neutralized, at least for a while. Every time I perform my ritual, moreover, the Archangels bless me as much or more as they bless the ones who are attacking me. At this point, thanks to the Archangels, I have dealt with far more demons than I can remember and have survived intact, happier and healthier than I have ever felt before. When I am not being attacked, I am free of negativity and often feel a peace beyond understanding and compassion for all life, especially when surrounded by flowers….

     In nature, I have experienced many apocalypses. I use the term to mean the revelation of great knowledge, what Bart Ehrman calls, “a vision of heavenly secrets that can make sense of earthly realities” (1). For instance, when I stand before a tiger lily at Tamarack Creek, I feel a powerful link with the Source that awakens my higher self. I feel my worldly concerns burning away, and I experience the divinity of all life, the holiness of all energy. I am transformed utterly in a moment, blessed by the splendor and fragrance of a flower.

     Tamarack Creek experienced Armageddon last year. I’d seen it coming for a long time. Due to extended drought in the mountains, numerous trees did not have enough water to produce the sap needed to drown the invading bark beetle. Last time I was there, thanks to bark beetle infestations, most of the trees were dead, reduced to tinder, which resulted last year in the conflagration known as the Creek Fire.

     I am afraid to return to Tamarack Creek, which I normally do in early July. So many trees were dead the last time I was there—I am now afraid that the inferno incinerated the healthy trees in addition to clearing away the dead trees for new growth. I am afraid that there is no longer enough shade to cool the high mountain meadows where tiger lilies and shooting stars and columbine flourish. I am afraid that I will not experience again the apocalypses that these flowers have always awakened in me.

(1)  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apocalypse