Healing Tones

“The face of the sun flowers in time; its timeless root in the invisible . . .”

At the center of our Solar Entity lives a bright, shining star, not unlike many we see in the heavens above on a clear starlit night. This Day, our Star is experiencing an apocalypse of Light, and the Earth with all her planetary siblings are giving their full electrical and electrifying response to His Majesty’s radiant effulgence in what is called “Schumann Resonance,” also known as the heartbeat of Gaia.  A poem by e.e. cummings pops into mind: (he used no caps)

i thank you God  

i thank You God for this most amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

APOCALYPSE: A REVELATION OF LIGHT

If our eyes were truly opened, what would we really see?  What would our world look like?  I just finished my second reading of Hugh Malafry’s epic and timely novel, The Light At Lindisfarne. It was like reading it for the first time, there’s just so much detail in it. I had already written a book review on it back in August of 2012 under the post title “In Search of the Holy Grail of Free Energy.” You can go back and read it if you like.  

In this post, I will focus on just one event in this complex story of Biblical proportion; of cataclysm and intrigue. The event is a conversation between the two main characters of the story, John Loring and Albert Weiland. Loring is the protege of Weiland, who is a “master of hallows,” a Sweedish physicist who has unlocked the secret of energy.  He alone holds the key to harvesting free energy from the  “luminous aether” by way of his “Graalreaktor” and the powers that be are out to get hold of it and him to their own purposes of world-dominance. His device was designed to initiate a process of cold fusion for the transmutation of elements based on esoteric technology which was “hedged from human prying” — the long lost vibratory art and science of Mazaroth revisited.

I found this conversation very provoking of thoughts and images of a very different world than the one we have been taught to see through the eyes of tradition and science. The setting is a moment just after a catastrophic release of “fire in the heavens” by way of a prototype of Weiland’s Graalreaktor the Russian scientists constructed and with which they initiated a cold fusion process against Weiland’s caution about the “field conditions” being unstable at the time. Weiland and Loring are reflecting on the irreversible event. He had obviously given the world access to more power than man was mature and wise enough to use for the greater good of the whole — or, in more common language, enough rope to hang itself. If I tell any more, I’ll give the intriguing story away. So, here’s the conversation:

“So what would you do different?” John asked.

“Start with the best; those who have not sold their souls to the beast. Next time I think I will find a place apart and keep it simple; somewhere, I think, where there are no slaves to the will of ruthless governments.”

“A lost horizon,” John said.

“Ja, like Shangri La,” Weiland said. “In my place apart I will clear some space in the tangle of the mind; set about the task of dismantling that obscenely complex mental construct we call science, along with all the ornate technologies it’s devised to avoid a few simple truths about how things really work.

“You remember how you argued with me. ‘You don’t have to smash atoms or force them together; you don’t smash a river to loose its power; you harness its flow,’ you said.

“I understand young men, and so I resisted deepening your resolve. But of course I agree. Atoms are transmitters of life force, focalizations in the luminiferous aether, each with its virtue released through attunement. Like dialing a radio, the station you can’t tune exists but not for you.”

“A gate needs a key,” John said.

“And the key is a gateway vibration, a vibratory pattern to focus and loose the power. Then is needed a creative field to contain it and a means of distribution to direct what is loosed. This is how I gave life to Kuskinen’s monstrosity at Novaya Zemlya; modified the containment field to sustain force loosed from the luminous aether, and let it flow like a river into the grid. But they do not understand they have not done what is needful to initiate the device: Thus far and no farther.”

      “What have you done, Albert?”                                 ,

“I am an old man,” Weiland said. “What can I do I wonder; what shall I ask in return? They tell me for humanity’s sake I have no right to deny them. So, for humanity’s sake they kidnap and threatened Erika, threatened you, to get what they want. I ask myself, how do the obsessed learn but by consequences?”

“Most are good people who want only to feel secure.”

“Yes, but are willing to raise hell for that security. And to that end the world puts hooks in their faces, John, and draws them where it will.” Weiland was angry, full of righteous indignation. “And so I give them one more chance to admit their ignorance, and seek the source of the light.”

“Your Infans solaris,” John said.

“Very good, John, you remember,” Weiland said; “they must seek what is in the light, for without the star in man they cannot do what I have done.”

“You mastered the reactor years ago, didn’t you,” John said. “Even as a child I heard you speak with my mother.”

“I had forgotten,” Weiland said, “but one day I remember as a child you wanted to talk about the sun. You said it was not hot, but the warmth came of the earth’s response to the sun. Instead, in the midst of that glorious array, you imagined a blue planet, like the cool blue of the center of a flame.”

“I remember,” John said, “and you answered, it is the destiny of earth to become a sun.”

“And I warned you this is not science; tell them this and they will say you are a mystic, but you are not the first to think this: Herschel believed the true sun we have never seen; a cool body in the midst of its field of force.”

“It began as fantasy,” John said, “but I began to think differently, about vibration shaping space, and of the sun as a focus of forces, at its core a shining world.”  

“Then you tell me the sun does not exist alone in physical dimensions,” Weiland said; “that it has existence in other dimensions, presence in other realities.”

“The face of the sun flowers in time; its timeless root in the invisible,” John said, “I still believe that.” 

I love that last comment.  Don’t we all flower in time on this earth and have our timeless root in heaven? But where is heaven? That’s the question this passage is entertaining, I believe, and to which Malafry, through his character Weiland, is suggesting a very possible answer.  Does Heaven exist in a timeless dimension out of which is projected a shining planet in the cool center of our Star that is Eden, our Home among the stars?

Therefore the LORD God sent him forth from the garden of Eden . . . . and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life. —Genesis

 The sun rises in the East — and it turns in every direction. Is this where we came from and where we go after we make our transition from this earthly plane?  And is the light emanating from this shining planet what we see and know as our Sun? I’ll leave you with your own thoughts and imaginations. As for me, I love this possibility and love believing in it.  Thank you, Hugh, for telling such a rich and thought-provoking story. And to my readers: get the book. It’s a fascinating read.

Until my next post, then . . . be love.  Be loved.

Anthony

Read my Health Light Newsletter online at LiftingTones.com.  This issue’s feature: “Violence and Brain Starvation.”

 Excerpt from the novel The LIGHT at LINDISFARNE by Hugh Malafry

From a physicist’s point of view: watch the second half of this video for more scientific evidence that the sun is cold at its core.