Healing Tones

“And I looked, and, lo, a Lamb stood on Mount Sion, and with him an hundred forty and four thousand, having his Father’s name written in their foreheads.” (Rev. 14:1)

A NEW SONG

THE REST OF THAT PASSAGE READS: “And they sung as it were a new song before the throne . . . and no man could learn that song but the hundred and forty and four thousand which were redeemed from the earth.” (Rev. 14:1-3)

The phrase “which were redeemed from the earth” begs understanding. What does it mean? As indicated prior to this phrase, these are the only ones who could “learn that song.” Who are they? Of course, the question many may have had, myself included, and perhaps worried over is “Will I be among the 144,000 standing with the Lamb on Mount Sion?” The next passage reveals who they are:

“. . . . These are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first fruits unto God and to the Lamb. And in their mouth was found no guile: for they were without fault before the throne of God.”

When I consider verses 4 and 5 which speak of the guileless virgins that were “redeemed from among men,” I think of those tens-of-thousands of innocent children killed and being killed today in the bombing raids in Gaza. I think also of the thousands of infants who are born dead and whose births are aborted in the womb. Then there are those who simply remain guileless as children throughout their lives, the pure of heart who see beauty in everyone and everywhere, following the Lamb’s gospel of love and compassion whithersoever they go in the world in their earthly sojourn. I’m not talking about the clueless naive but of those who speak kindly and without judgement of others; whose expression arises from a pure heart and a kind and loving spirit.

MOUNT SION

Mount Sion (or Zion) is the highest geographical point in Jerusalem, just outside the walls of the Old City. Jerusalem is also known as the “City of David” or the “City of God.” Mount Sion is a sacred place in Jerusalem where God’s presence and redemptive work are revealed.  Every year hundreds of thousands of tourists flock to this ancient locale to see representations of Biblical sites like the tomb of David, the Last Supper Room, and the burial place of a Mary, as well as a memorial to those slain in the Holocaust. The word “Zion” also refers to the entire land of Israel. This was what John of Revelation saw in his vision, being familiar with the Holy City of God. Later on he is given a vision of the “New Jerusalem” descending from God out of Heaven. “And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea. And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.” (Rev. 21) The phrase “a new Jerusalem” here can be understood as referring to a new state of consciousness.

THE NUMBER 9 AND THE CRITICAL MASS

Dr. Hulse’s interpretation of the meaning and significance of this passage from Revelation and the iconic number 144,000 is interesting. He starts by applying Pythagorean numerology to it: 144,000: 1+4+4+0+0+0=9.

As was considered in the previous post, and gleaned from the the work of Dr. Hulse, the number 9 in numerology is the number of completion; not only of heavenly cycles but of earthly cycles as well. I’m thinking specifically of our earthly cycles of angelic incarnation. It’s widely taught and believed that we grow and mature spiritually through cycles of incarnation, eventually maturing spiritually to the point when we graduate from our sacred schooling, so-to-speak, here on Earth, never needing to return for that particular reason, and take up “advanced” spiritual work in the Heavenly Realms of Light.

The question that comes up for me is: “Who is the ones needing to grow spiritually? I don’t know how angels, who are God incarnate, “without fault before the throne of God,” can be more spiritual. I can relate to the likelihood that we angels, spiritual beings that we are, incarnate multiple times in cycles in order to carry out the task of gathering and elevating human souls and human consciousness spiritually. We could say this is our work during this larger cycle now underway of man’s restoration and return to his ordained purpose and assignment as Keepers of the Garden.

There’s a discrepancy in the traditional dogmatic belief relative to the actor in the growing cycle, and I’m not sure that I can resolve it in this blog post. We are taught that our souls need to be “saved” from eternal damnation in the fires of a “hell.” Be that as it may, when a conscious living soul has reached the level of spiritual growth and maturity, as considered above, it no longer needs to continue reincarnating for that reason alone. What Christianity teaches about the “soul” is that it is like a garment enveloping or somehow integrated into the physical body, which is an earthen form called “a living soul” in Genesis, about which the scriptures also say: “Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return to God who gave it.” (Ecclesiastes 12:7) The soul then, according to Genesis, is the earthen physical form with the breath of life in its nostrils.

Dr. Hulse’s interpretation is that we are “redeemed from the earth,” meaning we no longer need to come back for another earthly journey. We cross over the portal between Heaven and Earth for the last time to join those who have gone before and stand with them in accord and communion with the Lamb on Mount Sion. I assume he allows that some of this “critical number” are yet incarnate and in accord and communion with those who have crossed over in a veritable exchange between the realms. Whatever the details, Dr. Hulse concludes that herein lies the meaning of the 144,000: 1+4+4+0+0+0=9, the number of completion.

So, I would conclude from all of the above that the 144,000 standing with the Lamb on Mount Sion are the angelic God Beings who have transformed and transmuted the souls of their body temples so that they have become translucent light bodies through which the incarnate angels’ light shines as One Light through One Body into the world to enlighten the darkness of the mind-made world, exposing the dark forces and lifting up the forces of Light.

APOCALYPSE OF LIGHT AND THE CRITICAL MASS

There’s another aspect to my scenario I would like to entertain here: the number 144,000 as a vibrational tone, or possible inaudible overtone, created by Light, which has 7 frequencies, as does the Light of Love. An apocalypse of Divine Light released into the world by this critical mass of incarnate angles who have completed their spiritual work in their body temples revealing their divine presence in a massive revelation of Light that opens the floodgates and portals of the One Heart of the Body of God on Earth to let the Lord of Hosts, the King of Glory, come into the world — just as Handel describes, with magnificent audible tones, in his signature masterwork “THE MESSIAH”:

“Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The LORD strong and mighty, the LORD mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The LORD of Hosts, he is the King of Glory. Selah.” (Psalm 24:7-10)

INCARNATE SONS OF GOD

The “morning stars” who “sang together” and “all the sons of God” who “shouted for joy”– spoken of in the 38th chapter of Job — are again incarnate on Earth singing together and shouting for joy. Look up, be still and listen . . . .

. . . .“Then shall appear the sign of the Son of man in heaven: and then shall all the tribes of the earth mourn, and they shall see the Son of man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory. And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.” (Luke 21:27-28)

Looking up we go up. Looking down with an attitude of outrage and condemnation over what’s happening in war-torn countries and storm-torn cities hit by hurricanes and earthquakes, starvation and genocide, we go down. In resonance with something Dr. Hulse said in his video seminar, “I am more interested in what’s breaking through than in what’s breaking down.” May my words herein inspire you to look up and to stand with the Lamb in the High Place of your consciousness . . . and in your heart sing the song of Moses, and the song of the Lamb:

“Great and marvelous are thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true are thy ways, thou King of saints. Who shall not fear thee, O Lord, and glorify thy name: For thou only art holy; for all nations shall come and worship before thee; for thy judgments are made manifest.” (Rev.15:3)

I’ll leave you to meditate upon these things in the quiet sanctuary of your heart. Until my next post,

Be love. Be loved.

Anthony (tpal70@gmail.com)

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AUTUMN OF THE YEAR

ALL THINGS THAT MOVE move up-and-down, in-and-out, in the here-and-now. Nothing moves forward or backward, not light, not ocean waves and ripples, not even a person walking, running or riding in a vehicle; no, not even flying in the air. All that happens is particles of light move up and down mirroring the up-and-down movement of preceding particles of light giving the impression of movement. It’s only out of convenience that we think and speak of illusions as reality. After all, who cares about the scientific explanation of what’s really happening at the quantum level? I agree. A little indulgence in deeper critical thinking, however impractical, does exercise our finer cogitating muscles. So, let’s exercise those muscles with a bit of mental calisthenics.

THE “SPEED OF LIGHT”

Probably the first thing to rethink is our perception of light, as all things visible are created out of light. Light does not travel. Light is eternally NOW everywhere in the Cosmos. Light is timeless. Light is reflected by atmospheric particles that mirror one another, giving the appearance of forward movement. Where there are no atmospheric particles, as in outer space, light does not travel, at any speed. The concept of “light years” is a misconception, an illusion, a story.

As Light is all there is. There’s no “solid” matter. What we call solid matter is created in consciousness and simply an illusion. It’s actually oscillating light particles slowed way down in their vibratory frequency so as to become visible, as well as touchable . . . according to the study of Biocentrism, when observed by a conscious being and light waves collapse to become particles — (but that’s another story altogether, which I have written about in previous posts). There’s a very simple reason why they are visible and touchable, as I explained in a prior post:

“We do perceive our world to be solid and hard as we bump up against things. I’ve come to understand this to be nothing more than our body’s negative electrical charge being repelled by the negative electrical charge of the electrons spinning around inside the atoms that make up the molecular structure of the material world….” (From: Transmutation of the Elements of Matter, Part 1)

WERE IS THERE ?

Here’s another illusion. When we “travel,” we don’t “go” from “here” to “there” as there is no “there.” It’s all here. There’s only here and now, where we live and have our being in multiple levels, not just physical. When we “travel,” even in an airplane, our destination, which is in the here and now, comes into our visual and energetic fields facilitated by a mode of “travel.” Our destination comes to us rather than us going to it. We do not travel.

Think about this next time you drive your car or fly in an airplane. You’re not going anywhere. Anywhere is coming to you. You are not moving out of the here-and-now to go any-where. Your world comes to you and spins around your focal point of creating energy. You are the center of a world that will hang together for as long as you are incarnate and providing a focal point that holds it together. Your presence is an irresistible positive force of spirit that by its very nature draws a world together, uses it all to express your creativity, and in that process dismembers it and releases it all back into the undifferentiated mass. That’s the working of the masculine-feminine energetic co-creating dynamic called “life.”

Now, I know this line of thinking seems a big waste of time. Yet, even time does not move forward. Time is another one of those human inventions. It doesn’t exist, so you can’t waste it. There’s only the eternal HERE-AND-NOW. There’s no “past,” no “future.” Everything that has ever happened and is yet to happen does so in the eternal HERE-AND-NOW. History is a creation of our imagination, an illusion, a “story”—his-story. Man’s story.

WHAT ABOUT WATER WAVES AND RIPPLES?

Water molecules move up and down, their downward movement giving impetus to the next group of molecules to move up and down, reflecting the previous group of water molecules, much like the “domino effect.” The direction of their fall is determined by the direction the wind’s blowing and the tide’s moving. If you’ve ever stood in the path of a wave, you’ve probably noticed that as it passed it lifted your body up and set it back down. The stronger waves of water splashing over the top pushed you back toward the shore.

The upstanding dominos in a lineup go down giving a push to the next domino and producing the illusion of forward movement. Thus the appearance of forward movement, or “current.” Even a so-called “current” (which means present) of electricity is a result of the atoms of molecules in a copper wire moving up and down and spinning rapidly while sharing and shedding electrons, giving impetus to the next atom to reflect its up and down spinning motion and electron shedding and sharing—or, more scientifically accurate, in and out—and so on down the line of the copper wire. The electrical current thus flows like a stream.

GRAVITATION AND RADIATION

All motion is in-and-out movement: radiation–response–attraction–union–unified radiation. Contraction–expansion. Compression–expression. Gravitation–radiation. Masculine–Feminine. Positive–Negative. Masculine energy spins centripetally, compressing molecules of light together so as to create what we call “solid matter,” which is an illusion. Feminine energy spins centrifugally expanding molecules of light outward. There’s nothing “solid” about matter. Matter is simply condensed light particles, drawn together by the positive contracting masculine energy toward a stronger positive radiant source of energy. A weaker positive is attracted toward a stronger positive in order to reach its greatest preponderance of potential. That’s the “Law of One.” (See footnotes)*

This is actually how the Creative Process works. Positive attracts positive and repels negative. It’s how the student becomes the teacher. It’s how the earth becomes a sun. How the humus body becomes a light body, or the “rainbow body” the Tibetans practice.** It’s how the collective Body of Man becomes the Unified Body of God on Earth. It’s how the process of transmutation unfolds. It’s how the One that dwells within the Fire that burns, the Light that glows, and the Cloud of glory is revealed by way of the Shekinah pattern of the apocalypse of Light Divine in expression on Earth through Human Beings. Ultimately, it’s how we are supposed to exit this world and return to the Realms of Light: in a flash of Light! It’s how the cells of our body make their exit when their work is done. Actually, they end their own life-cycle and service to the body by way of a process called “apoptosis” in which they commit suicide, and as they die they give off a flash of light. (I’m not suggesting or condoning anything untoward or illegal here.)

THE NEGATIVE FEMININE

So let’s talk about the negative, or feminine, energy dynamic. It’s really quite simple: what goes up must come down—or what goes in must go out. Compressed light energy (matter) expresses outward (disintegrates) when the charge reaches its greatest preponderance of potential—and the form no longer serves a useful purpose.

The function of so-called “negative charge” is to release the potential outward as radiant light. That’s the nature of the function of e-motion-al feminine energy. The negative feminine energy spins centrifugally and discharges centripetal positive masculine energy, unraveling the compressed light particles that appear as solid matter.

It’s how the Creative Process unfolds to create and disintegrate form. A higher and greater positive charge of energy attracts a lower and lesser positive energy charge to integrate light particles and create “matter”—and the feminine negative energy expresses, presses matter outward, disintegrating condensed light molecules that make up “matter.” Negative energy repels both negative and positive energy. Positive energy attracts positive energy and repels negative energy.

WHAT ABOUT EMBRYONIC DEVELOPMENT?

Even in the womb it’s the positive centripetal masculine energy that draws the embryonic form together and builds the body, increasing its mass even after it is born via the anabolic process of metabolism. It’s the centrifugal negative feminine energy that immediately starts the disintegrative catabolic process of metabolism after the form is born into this toxic and noisy man-made world. Our bodies start disintegrating moments after birth.

As we know, men are not only masculine and women are not only feminine. We are both masculine and feminine—and I don’t like putting an “and” between these two words, because there is only One Energetic Being with integrating, nurturing and disintegrating functions. What comes together must fall apart to give room for what’s next in this joyful creating adventure we call life.

It’s all one thing. Positive energy is not separate from negative energy. It’s all ONE current of energy moving in and moving out, up and down, to and from—and that’s life! Forms integrate and move in absolute sync with and obedience to the in-and-out, up-and-down, to-and-from pulse of flowing light molecules drawn together and pushed apart. The life moves in pulses, waves and currents toward oceans of oneness.

THE PULSE OF LIFE’S CURRENT

I was sharing a current of healing energy in an Attunement process with someone elsewhere in another location when my hands began to move in and out compelled by the current moving through my arms and entire body. Attunement practitioners call it the “Attunement Current”—Current because it appears to flow like a stream or a river, and Attunement in that the sacred energy of love, a high-frequency vibrational energy, penetrates and upgrades low-frequency vibrational energy to a higher frequency. High-frequency vibrations attune low-frequency vibrations to their own frequency, unlike lower-frequency vibrations that do not penetrate nor attune higher frequency vibrations to a lower level. (There are relevant and useful implications in this principle, which I’ll leave for you to see and apply, living in a community of all sorts of vibrating entities.)

Getting back to my story, as my hands moved in and out in a rhythmical pulse, at the same moment I heard a cricket just chirping away outside my window. As I listened to its chirping, I noticed that it was in exact sync with the rhythmic pulsation moving my hands in and out. “IT’S LIFE! I marveled. What was moving through my hands and through my body was the same life force that was moving through that little cricket giving rise to its chirping song, no doubt in praise of its Creator!

LIFE! What marvel of utter oneness! Of movement in-and-out, up-and-down! Breathing in and breathing out! Inhaling and exhaling. The exhaling breathing of life through the cricket allowed it to sing its song of praise and thanksgiving. Isn’t life beautiful and wonderful—full of beauty and wonder! The eternal dance of the Divine Masculine with the Divine Feminine! And as they dance to the Music of the Spheres, Creation is formed and unformed, integrated, gown and nurtured, ultimately disintegrated and recycled in the next creation.

We are the Shapers of Light, the Singers of the Song of Creation and Ascension, giving voice to our Divine Creator of Heaven and Earth. Only we are not just voices. We are Creator Beings !

Life is a pulse, a wave, a current, a river, an ocean. Life creates form, moves through form, activates form, disintegrates form, recycles form, regenerates form . . . ad infinitum. Life is Creator. I am Life! I am Creator! Behold I create! Behold We create a new world together. . . with our shining Light of Love!

I would enjoy sharing you thoughts and inspirations in the comment feature, or by email. Until my next post,

Be love. Be loved.

Anthony ~ tpal70@gmail.com

*Graphic borrowed from THE UNIVERSAL ONE by Walter Russell, in which he elucidates and greatly expands upon “The Law of One”—also elucidated in the channeled revelations recorded in The Law of One: Book I ~ The RA MATERIAL, by Don Elkins et al.

** Tibetan Buddhists reportedly practice the “Rainbow Body,” an apparent dematerialization and transmutation of the physical body. The practice may be spread out over many years of meditation until the actual transfiguration is achieved — although more as a gift of spirit than an achievement of mental effort. (From my book SACRED ANATOMY, page 248)

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GLACIER CALVING

TWO POSTS AGO I WROTE about glaciers and water in the historical context of the Great Deluge when the ancient continent of Atlantis crumbled into the Atlantic Ocean—a myth to some authors. To borrow a couple of lines from Hugh Malafry’s intriguing novel BLUE SHAMAN ~ Caverns of Ornolac, “‘what is history but myth let loose in time’. . . ‘Better, I think, history. If we think on what we have done, we may restrain ourselves from doing so again,’”

EARTH’S WOBBLE

Ages ago, not long after man’s departure from Eden, during a period of planetary disruption in our solar system—according to Immanuel Velikovsky (Worlds In Collision and Earth In Upheaval)—brought on by man’s abandonment of his stewardship of Eden, Venus and Mars collided. Venus—then a comet just born out of Jupiter—passed dangerously close to Earth and pushed her out of her orbit and further from the sun. That energetic push tilted the earth on its axis, resulting in a wobble. The tilt resulted in the creation of our Four Seasons: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn.

THE GREAT FREEZE

But the more drastic change was to the temperature of Earth’s climate, which plunged suddenly around its north and south poles to below freezing, almost instantly encasing giant mammoths, with food still in their mouths, and green forests in prisons of block ice, including all living beings in the pole regions, beasts and humans alike. An Ice Age followed covering much of the North American and Asian continents in a blanket of heavy snow that packed and hardened to form glaciers. We are still recovering from that cataclysmic upheaval moving through a gradual restoration and into a new age.

If you’ve never read Velikovsky’s heavily documented books about these cataclysmic upheavals—although largely speculative conclusions based on tenacious research that took him to all geographical sectors of the planet in search of corelative evidence that showed, for example, where the sun stood still in the sky in the Eastern hemisphere as recorded in the Old Testament account of the Israelites’ desert sojourn, there was a concurrent lengthy blackout in the Western hemisphere where the sun failed to rise as usual—you’re missing out on a fascinating story of a very large piece of our planet’s sojourn through tumultuous space and times, along with a near extinction of her entire population.

Due to the earth’s wobble, ice caps formed off center of the polar axes, adding impetus to the wobble with their sheer weight, while stabilizing the earth’s wobble and thereby making life possible. This is particularly so in Antarctica with the additional landmass of Greenland under the icecap.

This gives rise to the scenario of melting icecaps removing enough lopsided weight from around the poles so as to bring about an eventual steadying and rectifying of the earth’s wobble, eliminating our four seasons and creating a perpetual tropical climate globally.

This scenario was proposed as very likely to occur by Earth Science professor Dr. John D. Waskom of Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana back in the 1970’s.

OIL ON A WATER PLANET

Dr. Waskom also proposed that a group of technically knowledgeable beings incarnated with a specific mission to drill and pump the oil, dumped on the earth by Venus when our planet passed through her comet’s tail, to the surface and burn it off our water planet, as water and oil don’t mix. That process is still ongoing today with the burning of erroneously dubbed “fossil fuel.” (It came from Venus and not from decomposed dinosaurs and ancient forests.)

The implications are obvious and profound: burning oil puts CO2 into the atmosphere, keeping the sun’s heat from escaping, thus increasing surface heat and melting the icecaps. As the runoff leaves the poles and gravitates toward the equator, the speed of the earth’s top-like spin is reduced, thereby lengthening our days, and possibly restoring the planet to its upright polar position.

This slowing down of the earth’s spin is comparable to a spinning ice skater extending her arms in order to slow the speed of her spin, then drawing her arms in close to increase it. The increase of water volume around the equator increases the outward centrifugal force created by the earth’s spin, thereby slowing down the velocity of her spin. This could reduce our year by five days, giving us a 360 day year. It’s basic physics 101.

As an affirming side note, airplane pilots are reporting that the earth is moving toward a true polar north-south upright position, affecting their compass readings and airport runway orientations.

I’m reminded of the quip “Nothing’s wrong; everything matters”. . . and the saying “The Lord uses everything to His advantage in accomplishing His purposes.”

THE HEAT

Triple digits temperature globally is becoming the new norm for Summer season—and that’s actual temperature not heat index in some areas. The “feels like” heat index is in triple digits pretty much everywhere, mostly due to high humidity as the sun’s heat evaporates the surface waters of our vast seas and oceans. In terms of the Four Cosmic Forces of Creation—Water ~ Air ~ Earth ~ Fire—we have a Fire-Water cycle currently playing out leading to a Water cycle at the beginning of a New Day. A Golden Age dawns on our watch! A cause for rejoicing!

Another reason for the hotter temperatures could also be that the earth is gradually returning to its original orbit closer to the sun in her restorative cycle of renewal. The stark implication is that our flesh bodies will have to adapt. What that will look like and feel like over the ensuing decades and centuries can only be imagined and conjectured.

IT’S TIME TO RETHINK OUR WAY OF LIVING ON THIS PLANET

“For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.” (Hosea 8:7)

One thing is certain: radical change in our earthly experience is afoot. It’s time to get our priorities straight and our houses in order. What this calls for is a deepening of our Heavenly identity as Creator Beings. This animalistic human experiment is winding down. Borrowing a line from the musical Oklahoma, “They’ve gone about as fer as they can go.”

We started out as Man, male and female, living in a Garden. Thinking we could improve on the Garden, we became self active and found ourselves in a wilderness on a planet in cataclysmic upheaval. We survived the upheavals and built cities with boundaries and walls of separation. We built a civilization with modern technologies to help us navigate it, ease our suffering, and facilitate multitasking. We created computers to process information and to do some of our thinking. Today, just as we did to our Creator, our crowning creation, christened “Artificial Intelligence” (dubbed “AI”) has become self active, having been equipped by its creators to take control of our world and our very lives.

But we’ve gone about as far as we can go in the macrocosm from the animal kingdom of apes to the mineral kingdom of silica chips for our creative endeavors and our thinking. Only our lifeless corpses can inter the undifferentiated microcosmic terrain of their earthly origin.

We are divine angelic beings, not animals, and certainly not computers. Our abode is in Heaven. Our function on Earth as stewards is in the Garden of Eden. Our human forms will undergo radical transformation and upgrading to another level in sync with our Home among the stars. Echoing and paraphrasing Isaiah’s words, “But be ye glad and rejoice for ever in that which I create. For behold I create Jerusalem a rejoicing and her people a joy.” (Isaiah 65:18)

I will leave you to ponder an excerpt from my book SACRED ANATOMY ~ Temple of the Living God, in which I make reference to the sacred healing art of Attunement using sound as a carrier wave for spirit and intention “thawing” our frozen DNA, as presented in my book ATTUNEMENT WITH SACRED SOUND.

Thawing Our Frozen DNA

The music, like all reality, emerges from out of the invisible quantum world of time-space, and it emerges as vibrational signals coded by Intelligence with information.  I received the following from an anonymous friend and Attunement colleague during a conversation challenging familiar thinking about how intelligent design is transferred from the invisible realm to the developing embryo, borrowing from Christopher Alexander’s The Nature of Order, Vol. 2  in the second paragraph: 

“All the information for embryonic development is contained within the fertilized egg. So how is this information interpreted to give rise to an embryo? One possibility is that the structure of the organism is somehow encoded as a descriptive program in the genome [that is what we were taught!]. Does the DNA contain a full description of the organism to which it will give rise? The answer is no. The genome contains instead a program of instructions for making the organism—a generative program—in which the cytoplasmic constituents of eggs and cells are essential players along with the genes like the DNA coding for the sequence of amino acids in a protein. (Emphasis added)

“’A descriptive program, like a blueprint or a plan, describes an object in some detail, whereas a generative program describes how to make an object. For the same object, the programs are very different…’”

This “generative program” is a revelation of the genius of Life.  It is how evolution unfolds, as well as how adaptations are made to accommodate changes in the natural and mind-made worlds—perhaps how the “ordinances of heaven” are set in the earth. That instruction is given by the innate intelligence animating the physical body and overseeing its many and varied internal functions and cycles.  These instructions arise, or descend, from a higher Universal Intelligence several heavens above ours.  It could be thought of as the score for the “Music of the Spheres,” edited and updated to accommodate changes in the environment, applying Pythagoras’ planetary symphony model to the symphony of Life playing in and through its many and varied forms of expression, in this consideration our human capacities.

Thawing Our Frozen DNA

I will bring this consideration to a close with these thoughts around the topic of a possible upgrade of our physical bodies to accommodate our spirit more fully.  In a conversation with my anonymous friend mentioned above, the question came up for me as to whether or not our genes today are capable of being rewritten by an updated “download,” so-to-speak, from the Creator.  I was intrigued by my friend’s response:

“I absolutely agree the genetic code is designed to take the imprint of heavenly vibration.  In the divine state, the physical nature of man is undoubtedly a good deal more fluid and the rigidity of the genetic coding as we now find it is part and parcel of the fallen state. You might say the DNA pattern is frozen music, an ingrained song of survival in the flesh, ultimately meant to thaw, transfigure and reveal a harmonization with the music of the spheres, in form far more fluid (and melodic) than we have known. I have to say, however, that God is practical and works with what is. A lot of what is in place has specific relevance to the reconstruction of the divine design, and that includes genetic patterns.”

He is referencing a previous discussion we were having about the larger cosmic picture and the impact planetary interrelationships have on human beings, notably in the wake of past cataclysmic changes wrought to the earth and to the entire solar system, as well as the current shift in the intensity of energetic factors as we move into a direct alignment with the central sun of the Milky Way Galaxy, affecting climate changes here on earth and throughout the solar system. Through all of this shift human genetics has been evolving to its present state. His final comment is pertinent to our discussion around the subject of intention while toning, as well as to the overall rationale of this book (Attunement with Sacred Sound):

“As a passing note, the state of affairs from a planetary standpoint has created an ‘off tone’ situation in the flesh and that must be a consideration in this matter of toning. In the end, we’re not really interested in healing human nature so it can continue off tone, but in preparing man in and for the vibrational changes in the offing.”

I have no doubt that the divine technology of Attunement with Love, facilitated by sacred sound, has been given to us specifically to assist in the process of thawing out the frozen music of the DNA pattern and to rewrite the “song of survival” as a song of ascension. We are already using the frequency of 528 Hz to repair damaged DNA. This frequency used as a carrier wave for the spirit of love, melting patterns of genetic coding will surely be made receptive to the imprints of heavenly vibrations and the divine design for our human capacities. As we resonate with the frequency of Love, we may soon rediscover the fine and high art of singing creation into being, an art we once performed in the First Time when we walked with the Creator in the Garden of Paradise. Already the consciousness of the collective Body of humanity has ascended to a level where this creative art may soon return.

Even in such creative and co-creative work we may undertake as Creator Beings, our prayer in consciousness is always “Thy will be done in the earth as it is in Heaven.”

I would love hearing and sharing your thoughts, which you can post in the comment feature, or send directly to me by email. Until my next post, then,

Be love. Be loved

Anthony ~ tpal70@gmail.com

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The Seven Sisters of the Pleiades

“Myth is how pattern is remembered.”

IN THE BOOK OF JOB of the Old Testament of the Bible, the Lord is said to have come to Job in a whirlwind and demanded of him answers to fundamental questions relating to the creation of the worlds and of specific governing factors relating to cosmic forces. One of these interesting questions related to two constellations: Orion and Pleiades: “Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?” (Job 38:31) This has to do with the dynamic and co-creative masculine and feminine energies.

There are a number of questions that follow this one, and a few others preceding it. I will spare you the mental frustration attempting to make sense of them. You can read them for yourself and be filled with wonderment: “What do they mean?!”

In chapter forty, Job finally blurts out a response: “Behold, I am vile; what shall I answer thee? I will lay my hand upon my mouth. Once have I spoken; but I will not answer: yea, twice, but I will proceed no further.” His answer was not sufficient to the Lord, who replied: “Gird up thy loins now like a man: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.” The Lord wasn’t going to give Job answers to His demands, nor let him off the hook. He had demanded answers from Job at the top of chapter 38: “Answer thou me. Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? Declare, if thou hast understanding.”(38:3-4)

I love this book. For me it’s profoundly personal, for I was there. I am Job. You are Job. We comprise the Body of Job and have returned to Earth to give the Lord the answers He demands of us. We were all there with Him when WE laid the foundation of the earth and participated in manifesting the creation of this world and of Man, male and female, whom we created in our own divine image and likeness and breathed the breath of life into molded clay to create a “living soul.” Note the clear implication here relative to the nature of the outer form of Man as to it’s function and purpose as a “soul” — living because of the breath of life, that in which I AM and you are incarnate as divine Creator Beings. I write eloquently and poetically of all this in the fourth edition of my legacy work SACRED ANATOMY ~ Temple of the Living God. Go to Amazon Books to order this powerfully inspiring and sacred book.

I think it is a helpful and luminous guide for all who have awakened to their angelic presence on Earth and asking “Why? Why am I here? What am I here to do? What is my purpose for incarnating in this limiting humus form — and on this amazing planet inhabited by so many wonderful, and sometimes peculiar, people who go to war and slaughter one another to settle their differences and defend their rights, beliefs and territories. I truly believe you will find answers to these questions and more in my book. I did writing it three decades ago, and updating it recently to share more current realizations and wisdom. I continue being inspired reading it.

Now to the story, which continues along the theme of story and myth as messengers of wisdom and truths. Reflecting back on my previous post, rogue scholar, author and friend Hugh Malafry weaves a captivating story in his trilogy BLUE SHAMAN. Volume II, “Caverns of Ornolac,” is such a messenger of principles for living and self-discovery. I’ll share bits of the story in this post.

From BLUE SHAMAN ~ Caverns of Ornolac

Flegetanis and Caron had just ridden stormy waters and sought refuge in a cavern the old adept had taken shelter in once before, a time when the continent of Atlantis was swallowed up in the days of the Great Deluge. The stormy waters brought back memories of those cataclysmic days to the old man.

His humor on the waters seemed to have given way to a kind of reverie and invitation to Caron. “You’ve come here before,” Caron said, rising to it.

“To remind myself,” he replied. Flegetanis walked toward the cavern mouth where he could feel the spray of rain beating through the fig trees. “We paused here in our journey. Fifty of us, if you can imagine, sheltered nine days from a rage of elements in this cavern. The sea was rising and we thought the sun would never rise again.”

“Where did you sail?” “We were three ships bound for Egypt. We lost one vessel but not the lives, and landed near what is now Sais in the Nile delta.”

“You missed landfall in Alexandria?” Caron had a small fire going and Flegetanis warmed his hands before it. “It was in the time when first the Lord Osiris journeyed to the land of Jeserit.”

Caron looked up at Flegetanis, and for a moment saw him an old wizard through the smoke and flame: He was distracted, turned inward and full of thought, and must have misunderstood. But Flegetanis was firm in his purpose. “We sailed on the flood from Atlantis through the storm and diving rain to where our helmsman said the sun would rise again.”

“It is a myth you recall?” “You think I’m dotty?” Flegetanis was angry. Caron had rarely seen him irritable. “I didn’t mean that.”

“We sheltered in this in this cave in a tempest of elements, in the time of the Flood, when the rider of the storm returned,” he said. “In his passage he cracked the lovely earth in her bones, loosed the foundations of the deep, and the mantle of waters above fell in the great deluge. We were swallowed up in darkness and sailed in search of the wellspring of the day.”

Caron was humbled by his intensity, and feared he had deeply offended the old man. But Flegetanis took up the small fish, gutted and cleaned out the bloodline, split its back and set it in the pan. “I read once words of an eastern sage, ” Flegetanis said. “he advised ruling a kingdom as one would cook a little fish.”

“How is that?”

Flegetanis sprinkler a little wine from the skin he carried in the pan. “Hardly at all,” he said.

Caron laughed and returned to tending the fire. “It is a good story, Atlantis,” he said. “Plato attributes it to an Egyptian priest.”

“A good story,” Flegetanis agreed.

“And stories like this, I think, are your way of remembering things?”

“If they remind us of the kinds of things that happen stories are useful,” Flegetanis said.

“Better, I think, history. If we think on what we have done, we may restrain ourselves from doing so again,” Caron replied.

“And what is history but myth let loose in time,” Flegetanis said.

Caron came close and warmed himself before the fire. “I think we are all driven by old sorrows,” he said.

“Older than sorrow is the way of the First Time,” Flegetanis replied. “Its seed is yet in us, and we may always choose to live.”

“Choose the way of the shining ones?”

“We are travelers in time, Caron: You, I, others, in every generation enter into time to affirm the essences of the First Time. We make no display in the ways of men, nor seek rewards, for men too readily reject what reminds them of their hurt. Our service is selfless and of necessity secret.”

“What do you do to keep the way open?” Caron asked.

“Man has free will but thinks to act without consequences. We offer choice until there is time no more: At Jeezeh I offered those who came against us a chance to choose life; they chose death.”

“At Jeezeh I was not as patient as you,” Caron said.

“You were too involved; you have yet to learn to stay in your place and let evil destroy itself.”

Flegetanis had not spoken of what happened at Jeezeh, but Caron knew. A rent in the veil had opened, and for a moment he was a sun kindled upon the earth. He knew it was Flegetanis who loosed this apocalypse of light; not the sometimes eccentric and wizened sage had done this; but the fire, the light and the cloud of glory that dwelled within, manifest when the desert fathers uncloaked revealing the shining one.

“Then the night journey is no myth” Caron said.

“Myth is how pattern is remembered.”

“A journey from darkness to light, through chaos to rebirth in the rising sun,” Caron said.

“No one is excused the journey; in life we are justified by our choices, and by reason of it go into darkness or awaken in the light. . . .”

“. . . . It was not this body of course that first time here, but me nonetheless,” Flegetanis said. “There are still times and seasons even in those who abide; and like you I have had many bodies before this one. Even when they endure an age there comes a time, be it a thousand years, when to complete a cycle of incarnation the angel comes forth, the flesh ascends, and another cycle of creation is initiated. Even so, I was here when we journeyed with the Lord Osiris to the end of the night.”

“I think it must be so.” Caron said.

“There are those who dwell in the land of eternal snows who understand this, Caron. Did not your shaman [Morgan Kara] tell you that when you awaken you will remember all of your incarnations; who and what and when you have been and why?” “He helped me in a time of need.”

“He has need of you. He sees in you the means to the end he desires; he intends by possessing you as others before you, to magnify himself in the earth.”

“All of this; it is about the Aton isn’t it,” Caron said. . . . “Am I in danger from this one?” Caron asked.

“Flegetanis waved it off. “His influence is much diminished, and you are conscious of his wiles. No, it is more Maia that concerns me. I have known this one an age, and she is caught up in her own illusions. . . .”

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The story takes on more complex and intriguing dimensions as Caron continues his journey aware of the influence that Siduri, Flegetanis’s beautiful daughter, has on his heart. Resolved not to let her beauty influence him or avert his mission and purpose, he and Flegetanis continue their dialogue on the “sweet influences” of the feminine in a man’s heart, which are his to master and bind in order to maintain clarity of thought essential to a man’s integrity and balanced function. Caron declares he is beyond the influence of a woman.

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“I am not so easily subject to such influences.” Flegetanis laughed pleasantly. “No? Are you saying no woman can sway your heart, Caron? Has such a man been born?” Caron was cautious. “Siduri, perhaps, but I am aware of this.”

“Of course,” Flegetanis agreed, “so then you admit Siduri has influence in you, but do you understand how she does it?”

“Her beauty — she has a thousand and one ways to enchant.”

“And most of them you know nothing of. Already she is very skilled in the arts of shaping men, and from what I’ve seen has on occasion the power to stop them thinking altogether.”

“And should she not have influence in me?”

“Of course she should, for without these sweet influences there would be no life in form. What that influence engenders in your heart is another matter. Maia tried and you resisted her. Denial is one thing, but can you accept and master these influences?” “And if I cannot?”

“Then you live in a mirage world. It is possible to beguile the heart with influences so compelling that the mind surrenders, and you believe everything you experience is real when it is not. Kingdoms go to war and men die for their illusions.”

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The influences of the Pleiades work their influence, both sweet and bitter, through the heart. The bands of Orion relates to the mind bound, set free for true thinking when these influences of the feminine essences are held in check by the incarnate angel who exercises dominion over both heart and mind by means of the masculine energies. These two energies need to be used wisely and in harmony under the dominion of the Lord of one’s house of Being — the One I Am and we each are part of. This message is skillfully inserted in the story.

Now you surely must want to know the rest of the story, and what has gone before. Well, simply go to Amazon Books and order your copies. I hope you’ve enjoyed the story so far . . . and perhaps been enlightened and even inspired . . . inspired to unveil you divine identity and experience your own apocalypse of light. I welcome your comments. Until my next post,

Be love. Be loved.

Anthony ~ tpal70@gmail.com

PLATO IS CREDITED with the story of Atlantis, whether myth or fact. My friend and colleague Larry Krantz wrote a captivating novel back in 2014 entitled DREAMS OF ATLANTIS, in which he weaves a story of the last days of this ancient civilization in such intricate detail that one may be led to believe, as I was, that the author himself was indeed the main character of the story in a prior life — and the story a documentary rather than novel. Here’s a synopsis posted on Amazon, although the book is no longer in print. You may know someone who has a copy and is willing to loan it out.

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The last days of Atlantis. The climactic end was not seen by most, yet a few saw ominous signs the end of their civilization was near. Into this world came Terrell, a young man apparently born into poor circumstances, who finds his way to spiritually-oriented mentors who set him in the right direction. Dreams of Atlantis follows Terrell on his journey, rising to great heights, facing innumerable challenges, and losing romance, then brought back to earth by circumstances and his own limitations. Finally, he comes to understand his destiny, and what awaits Atlantis, and sees the hope for the future vested in those who survive the turmoil.

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I thoroughly enjoyed the read and highly recommend it to my friends and followers, if not for sheer enjoyment then for the purpose of remembering our past — lest we repeat it.

I do love story, real and mythical, if only as a metaphor for truth and consequence, as a reader of my previous post commented. There’s a message, even a teaching, in every story — sometimes easier to receive and learn from than a non-fiction. Stories open up the heart for enjoyment, and the mind for entertainment, imaging and adventure. But also for warnings about the need for radical change in the way we live on this planet. The following is such a story. Enjoy and be informed.

A STORY ABOUT WATER AND MELTING GLACIERS

“Humans are changing all aspects of water on the planet.”

“We are in proportions that are just beyond language. We are in mythology. And how do you write about something that is larger than language? Maybe you have to understand beauty and poetry and love. Who do I love that will experience this in the hard way?”

“The ecological crisis is a catastrophe in slow motion. It will be decades before we truly understand the fallout of glacial ice melt. But the lives of our children’s children will undeniably be shaped by the movement of ice and the upwelling of water. How can the stories and relationships that link together generations help us care for a future we cannot yet comprehend? Last month, poet Jamaica Osorio offered spoken verses that carry ancestral wisdom needed in this moment. This week, we debut The Last Ice Age, the third film in our Shifting Landscapes documentary film series, in which Icelandic storyteller Andri Snær Magnason uses myth to help us fathom the immense scale of transformation engulfing the Earth.

 “For Andri, climate change is like a black hole: so big it exceeds what our minds can grasp. We understand it not by looking straight at its center, but by looking at its edges—to the stories that can bring it into focus. On a journey retracing his grandparents’ annual spring pilgrimage to Iceland’s Vatnajökull glacier, he searches for the narratives that lie at the periphery of the climate crisis, in both scientific data and his family’s memories. Witnessing the inevitable decline of Europe’s largest ice cap with his son Hlynur, Andri pulls on the ties of love that connect generations to try and see what the immense changes he has seen in just one lifetime will mean for the future of the planet.”

Watch the forty-minute film at this link: https://emergencemagazine.org/film/the-last-ice-age/

Until my next post,

Be love. Be loved

Anthony ~ tpal70@gmail.com

“Those who forget history are condemned to repeat it”

THE WISE SAW ABOVE is attributed to the American philosopher George Santayana and it can be accurately quoted as “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it” as stated in his work, The Life of Reason: Reason in Common Sense.” (Quote Investigator)

“The top 1% of American earners now control more wealth than the nation’s entire middle class, federal data show. More than one-quarter of all household wealth, 26.5%, belongs to Americans who earn enough money to rank in the top percentile by income, according to Federal Reserve statistics through mid-2023. The top 1% holds $38.7 trillion in wealth. That’s more than the combined wealth of America’s middle class, a group many economists define as the middle 60% of households by income. Those households hold about 26% of all wealth.” (USA TODAY)

In order to eliminate elitism and level the playing field, the 1% “haves” that own 99% of the nation’s wealth will need to stop taking from the 99% “have-nots” and less-fortunate in order to enrich themselves. It’s almost as simple as that — almost because there’ s always free choice in how we live life. Let’s take a look back at the origins of this post-diluvian modern civilization and recall some of our past we have been destined to repeat . . . and have done so.

I will enlist the assistance of a rather voluminous book I’ve just started reading by historian Susan Wise Bauer, THE HISTORY OF THE ANCIENT WORLD ~ From the Earliest Accounts to the Fall of Rome. The book itself is a pleasure to read as it is written more like a story or a novel than a college text book. For an example of what I mean by story, here are the opening paragraphs of Chapter One:

Many thousands of years ago, the Sumerian King Alulim ruled over Eridu: a walled city, a safe space carved out of the unpredictable and harsh river valley that the Romans would later name Mesopotamia. Alulim’s rise to power marked the beginning of civilization, and his reign lasted for almost thirty-thousand years.

The Sumerians, who lived in a world where the supernatural and the material had not yet been assigned to different sides of the aisle, would not have choked over the last part of that sentence. On the other hand, they would have found Alulim’s placement “at the beginning of civilization” extremely hard to swallow. In their own minds, the Sumerians had always been civilized. Alulim’s kingship, recorded in the Sumerian king list (perhaps the oldest historical record in the world), “descended from heaven” and was already perfect when it arrived on earth.

But looking back, we see the coming of the first king in different perspective. It is a sea change in the condition of man, the beginning of a whole new relationship between people, their land, and their leaders . . . . ” After kingship had descended from heaven,” the king list tells us, “Alulim reigned 28,000 years as king; [his heir] Alalgar reigned 36,000 years.” The length of these reigns may suggest that both of these kings are actually demigods, drawn from mythology rather than history; or perhaps, simply that Alulim and his heir ruled for a very long time. According to Sumerians, eight kings ruled before the enormous catastrophe of Sumerian history occurred and “the Flood swept over” the land.

Historian John Bright suggests that the Deluge took place before 10,000 BC, “when hunters migrated across the Bering Strait.” Skipping forward to chapter five, “The Iron Age,” I came upon the topic of this post. I’ll try not to make this too boring, as it is important, I feel, that we as a collective body of humanity account for our past errant ways and remember how we came to our present state of economic and social imbalance with debt being the basis of our current economy. You are well off if you have borrowing power granted you by a credit card enterprise. Well before credit cards became so freely available, I learned early in my chiropractic practice that I could not use my accounts receivable as collateral for a bank loan. Banks may be able to count loans out as part of their assets, but I couldn’t. The stark reality is this civilization is bankrupt. The rich are getting richer and the poor poorer, as we say these days. . . and as it’s been since the Fathers fell asleep. When and where did this imbalance have its start? Here’s what I came upon.

THE “WICKED” IRON AGE

The roots of elitism and poverty can be traced back to the prehistoric Iron Age of the fourth millennium, around 3102 BC. Spiritual awareness had begun to diminish by a quarter of its previous strength, according to Indian cosmology, as early as the ages of Gold, Silver, and Copper (Satya Yuga, Treta Yuga, and Duapara Yuga, respectively). The Iron Age, being the fourth (Kali Yuga), is when materialism began to corrupt the moral fiber of those who traded in these natural resources. It was “the most wicked of all.”

A Yuga lasts for a duration of 12,000 celestial years, so we are still in the Iron Age of Kali Yuga. The decline of morals, then, was rather gradual after man’s exit from Eden. The Great Deluge pretty much wiped out the ancient world, taking any remnant of Paradise with it:

There is no way of knowing what was destroyed by the waters. But like many other peoples, the Sumerians had a tale of lost paradise. In the very ancient Sumerian poem “Enki and Ninhusag,” this paradise is described as a place where “the lion does not kill, the wolf does not seize the lamb, the wild dog, devourer of kids, is unknown, he whose eyes hurt does not say: “my eyes hurt.” He whose head aches does not say, “My head aches.” But this dream city, filled with fruit trees and watered by fresh streams uncorrupted by salt, is lost to man.

The waters that covered the land was salt water which made the soil basically baren.

AFTER THE WATER, the earth dries out. Man starts again, in a world redder in tooth and claw than it was. Something has been lost. In Genesis, Noah is told that it is now acceptable to kill and animal for its meat; in the Sumerian flood story, the gods lament the destruction of the world that was: “Would that famine had wasted the world Rather than the flood. Would that pestilence had wasted mankind Rather than the flood.”

Floods occurred regularly in the Indus River Valley and water began to be greatly feared. The many and varied flood stories make for interesting reading; they are all comparable to the story of Noah and the Great Flood told in Genesis in the Bible. The Creative Force of Water, always active at the beginning of creative cycles, appears in all of these stories and myths.

As the population of the ancient post-diluvian world grew, a need for governance became apparent. This gave rise in the very distant past to the origin of Kingship in ancient Persia, and later of Aristocracy in Sumer (3600 BC), and later yet of Empire in the Nile river valley (3200 BC).

The villages near the Indus, in the Northwest, grew into towns first. The earliest houses in the Indus river valley were built on the river plain, perhaps a mile away from the river, well above the line of the flood. Mud bricks would dissolve in river water, and crops would wash away. The first reality of life in the Indus valley — as in Egypt and Sumer — was that water brought both life and death.

This was the setting in those ancient days when civilizations began to rise out of the flood waters, literally, and as man began to long for the Garden of Paradise and set about trying to recreate the bountiful and safe world the flood waters had wiped out so thoroughly and so finally. They began to harvest wood from the forests and to bake their clay bricks in kilns which made them more resistant to dissolution by the waters — and floods became less severe and destructive.

Turquoise and lapis lazuli, brought from the plains of Mesopotamia, lie in the ruins of the richest houses. The townspeople had left their valley to trade above the Tigris and the Euphrates, with those same merchants who supplied semiprecious stones to the kings of Kish an Nippur and Ur.

But despite the growing prosperity and reach of the Indus towns, the epics of India tell not of advance, but of decline. The floods had washed away the previous age and begun a new one; the age of towns was the Kali Yuga, the Age of Iron. It began when Manu Vaivaswata [the first king of India] descended from the mountain, and it was an age of wealth and industry. It was also an age in which truthfulness, compassion, charity and devotion dwindled to a quarter of their previous strength. In the Iron age, the sacred writings warned, leaders would commandeer the goods that belonged to their people, pleading financial need. The strong would take property from the vulnerable, and seize hard-won wealth for themselves. Rich men would abandon their fields and herds and spend their days protecting their money, becoming slaves of their earthly possessions rather than free men who knew how to use the earth.

Given the relatively late date at which these dreadful warnings were put down, they probably reflect the worries of a more mature society — one which had a large, unproductive bureaucracy draining the national coffers. But the storytellers themselves put the beginnings of this declination all the way back to 3102, the year when villages along the Indus began to grow into towns.

Note on sources of Indian history: Historians of India work in a fraught political arena. The written sources which we have, including those which tell of the mythological Manu and the Ages of Gold, Copper, Silver, and Iron, are oral traditions which were set down, much later, in the language Sanskrit . . . the Sanskrit writings represent the thought of a small, elite group of Aryan immigrants. In terms of history, this would mean that the written accounts of Manu and the Age of Iron have practically no continuity with the earliest civilizations of India. Manu is clearly mythological; his relationship to India in the fourth millennium remains extremely uncertain.

Manu himself, kneeling down by the water that will soon wash away the previous age and bring on the decline of the Kali Yuga, finds himself speaking to a little fish forced to beg for protection from the larger and stronger who prey upon the weak. In India, the journey towards civilization had just begun; but as in Sumer itself, it was a journey which took its people that much farther from paradise.

Mythologically speaking, we are still in the Kali Yuga, the Age of Iron (3102 BC – present). The biblical saying “The sins of the Fathers are visited upon the children unto the third and fourth generations” is applicable here — only the children of the Fathers, as fathers themselves, have been repeating the same old sins of greed and coveting stealth — and poverty continues to be the lot of those who lack the motivation to improve their lot, as well as the desire to accrue wealth. Balance must be restored and the practice of usury and the monetizing of just about everything of value on this planet and in this mind-made world — including human labor — must cease. The Earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof; the world and they that dwell therein.” (Psalm 24)

We cannot recreate the Paradise we lost eons ago. However, we can turn around and see the Paradise at hand and all around us — and begin taking better care of it than we have been. We can return to the LORD God awaiting our repentance in humility and ownership of our Fathers’ original sin of separation from Him and our rejection of His ordinances for life on Earth in lieu of our own self-centered designs and fancies.

Let us remember our past lest we repeat it to our ultimate extinction. The virtues of the Fathers are passed down as well to future generations. Therefore, “Blaze forth pure virtue. Depart false ambition’s restless schemes.” Let the hoarding of material wealth on earth cease! Let greed, usury, and coveted stealth cease! Let man stop monetizing the gifts of Mother Nature’s resources and the fruits of human labor — including human labor itself, which is bought for a ludicrous minimum wage, barely enough to live on these days, and not enough in too many lives to afford even a place to call home. The homeless stand out as an indictment against this civilization. Let the elite share their hoarded wealth and restore balance to our economy and our top-heavy social structure. Let’s end hunger and poverty! Let the abundance of this bountiful planet Earth be freely shared by all who dwell in the fullness thereof! Let love, peace, and generosity reign in the hearts of men and women everywhere! “Let love command! Let wonders form. Let Heaven’s beauty shine. Let every living breath sing praise to Light Divine.” Selah!

I invite you to join me in sending forth this edict. Until my next post,

Be love. Be loved.

Anthony ~ tpal70@gmail.com