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The Shaman’s Gift of Healing, Page 3

Tony picConcluding the story of the Biblical “Fall” of Man from grace and stature as Hugh Malafry retells it through two of the main characters in the first book of his fascinating Blue Shaman Trilolgy, we left off in the middle of a dialogue between shaman Morgon Kara and Maia, his consort in the “Otherworld,” as Morgan Kara contemplates the power of the stone of sovereignty, which he lifted from around the neck of the blue shaman Caron as he slept by his fire after Morgon had rescued him from certain death. Maia is telling Morgon Kara the legendary story as handed down through the “Sisters” of the Blood Royal. Here’s the final installment of this excerpt from Stone of Sovereignty

And so it was that over time, brooding on her words, Morgan Kara began to realize what man had done, and that when he was prepared to ask with understanding, she was ready to speak of it. And so when again they met by her well beneath the tree, he was encouraged to ask: “So, given this gift, what did man create contrary to the will of the Makers?” This time Maia seemed almost relieved to tell him.

“I know only what the Sisters know of this, but we know that in the First Time there were those, beguiled by the pleasure they took in the life of things, who thought it would be good to come closer to the things of the earth, and these contrived to make in their own image bodies of animal flesh, imbued with life essence.”

“They made themselves coats of skins,” Morgan Kara said. Maia nodded. “They thought only of it as a kind of dress,” she said. “Believing they would be able to come and go as they pleased and so take pleasure in the world of sense, they contrived and entered into their creation. But the understanding of the art was beyond them, and what they had done was out of harmony with the whole. Beguiled by sense and the subtlety of the weave of life, they lost consciousness, and were unable to release themselves from what they had made.”

He understood at once, because in his transmigrations he had taken the bodies of others to his use. It had never particularly troubled him to do so, for so lonely is man that those Morgan Kara took were almost always relieved to feel his presence. But he was nevertheless gratified to realize all this had come of some miscreation, and his way justified by necessity.

“Like a garment that will not come undone,” he said, “they became trapped in the creature they had made; but what of the Makers?”

“The act was out of harmony with the way of the First Time, and threatened to disrupt greater cycles of creation. And so the Makers would not yield to man’s insistence that it now be as he willed, for man had desecrated the pattern of the seven worlds, and violated the way of the subtle body given to dwell in all the worlds, by incarcerating it in a body of animal flesh.”

“The Makers might have destroyed him,” Morgan Kara said. “Yet material man continues to live.”

Genetic tampering has historically been a tempting, though deadly, preoccupation with humans. We entered into the animal kingdom and lost sight of our original divine identity. We fell from grace and stature and became animals. Now we have ventured into the vegetable kingdom with our genetically modified organisms, and into the mineral kingdom by delegating our intelligence and control of our lives to the silicon computer chip and “smart phones.” Is this our understanding of what dominion is? Where will this endeavor to improve upon life’s design lead? Where will it end? We have created a world on this planet that cannot prevail against the unconquerable world of Mother Nature. (The article at this link, “Learning How to Die in the Anthropocene.” is a sobering one worth the time to read it.)

“It is a law of creation that the creator is responsible for his creation, so long as it shall continue to exist, and this applies as much to the Makers as to man. So through the alchemy of spirit, the Makers fashioned a way for the transmutation of the flesh body, and many there were who walked in that way, ascended and found release. But those who had shaped this path, insisting it was right for all to walk in it, hardened their hearts, adamant that free will allowed the way they had chosen, and the Makers must acknowledge it.

“And so death came into the world?”

“Not at once, but man was caught up in the tides of the seasons, and entering into time there is a time appointed to everything made. When death finally came it came as a gift.

“The Makers had offered a way back,” she said, “but man was determined to go his own way and spurned them. So they hedged themselves from human influence, withdrawing, the Sisters believe, into some realm of the Otherworld unknown to these kingdoms, and the Makers left man to the cycle he had initiated until it should run its course. Having taken the shaping of creation into his own hands man must face the consequences of what he has done, until he is willing to return to the pattern of the First Time.”

“Was it then he lost knowledge of the place of shaping and the world of the First Time?” Morgon Kara asked.

“Yes, but not all at once, for the Makers hoped those now in rebellion might yet relent. Instead, there was contention how to forge ahead in man’s own way; and these differing opinions fell into grievance with one another. Before long and over increasingly trivial matters men began to fight with those whose opinions differed from their own, not realizing there was no answer in the way they had chosen. There came an age of wrath in which they used those powers of the shaping remaining to them to draw fire from the center of the earth, and contrive grotesque forms to loose destruction upon their enemies. In those days there were dragons in the air, great beasts in the wilderness, and creatures within the seas that wrecked havoc on man and all that he had made.

“It is written in the stones of the Ancients,” Morgon Kara said.

“I can tell you only what the Sisters know of this,” Maia said. “We know that in the abuse of those forces remaining to him man became the enemy of life. In the cataclysms that followed vast lands sank beneath the waters, the mountains were raised and the waters under the earth rose up and swept over the burned and scarred lands where man had loosed fire from the center of the earth. Some regions were buried under mountains of ice; others became high plateaus and shifting desert sands. “

” And the earth was moved out of its place,” Morgon Kara said. “I have seen this.”

“The Sisters know those surviving sought refuge in the high mountains and in the vast wilderness places, searching for a memory of what once was, now an elusive dream of paradise. Most tried to forget what had been but feared the cycle of destruction would come round again. In the burning time man would have utterly destroyed the earth, had not the Makers once more intervened and set narrow bounds to his power: The place of shaping was veiled from him and material man was incarcerated in the outer realm of things.

Mass amnesia has wiped out all memory of man’s history before the Fall. The only record we have of how man was in the Garden of Eden is found in Genesis: “And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed.” (Gen. 2:25)  Man did not emerge from caves as apes. Man fell into them and all records and memories of what went before were destroyed and erased in cataclysmic upheavals. And we are on a path of repeating our past unless we remember it. I think this is what Malafry is helping us do: remember what we did to bring the human race down to the level of the beast by offering a glimpse through the veil of forgetfulness. 

“And yet I have crossed over,” Morgon Kara said.

“There is a rent in the veil between the worlds, for the Makers were not finished with man.”

“Is there a way back to what once was?” It was then she had first spoken to him of the blue stone.

“There is a stone, in the old tongue called, Uru An-Na, light of heaven,” she told him. “It is in the world and the world is in it; its virtue is to bind, loose and shape the world within, and so shape what is in the world without.”

“Riddles, Maia, always riddles,” he had said. But even as she spoke of it he knew he had within him some knowledge from another time.

“The truth of the worlds was written in Uru AnNa,Maia said, “and entrusted by the Makers to the Na-Akhu-El sages, who continued to dwell among men. After the mountain rising these alone of the Shining Ones remained incarnate in the earth, wholly conscious of what man was, with the wisdom to return the world to the patterns of the First Time.”

“And what is become of them?” Morgon Kara asked.

“The last of these have walked into the light and are no more.”

Maia teared. She always ended the telling of her story of man with a lament for the passing of the Na-Akhu-El sages.

“And if they are no more how shall we return to the First Time?” Morgon Kara asked.

“The regeneration of the world is written in stone,” she said, “and by Uru An-Na true change comes into the world. But there must be those to loose its virtue, and it will not be forced nor will it suffer imposition.”

Even for Morgon Kara this was too much. It troubled him that by some power beyond his understanding the stone existed in its own right, shaped its own destiny, and was both catalyst and seed of worlds yet to be. But she was right, something there was in the world that from time to time opened the heart of man, and the veil between the worlds thinned. Then was there change in heart and mind and new worlds were conceived, until old sorrows came round again, the angry ones appeared, and man must choose or suffer consequences, and truth vanish again in the wilderness of the world for another cycle in another time.

“It is not given me to possess the stone,” Morgon Kara said.

“There is none with your skill or understanding, so you must possess whom it has chosen, and by him loose the power of Uru An-Na.

He had taken her at her word and watched for the power of the stone working through those who had possessed it. It had come tantalizingly close to him, but he had found nothing in those who possessed it to suggest they could loose what was within.

He believed in time the stone would come of its own to him, and with its power he would renew the world. He would open wide the doors between the worlds. Like the sages of old he would loose fire from the center of the earth to the shape of his pure will, and empower his creations. Like the gods he would churn the world ocean for the elixir of immortality. And when it was done the world that was, the world of the heart’s desire before cataclysm swept it away, would by his hand be restored. It would be his gift: He would live ten thousand years and in a thousand forms, if need be, until it was done.

With each telling Morgon Kara learned something new, and always when she was done he confirmed, “It is for you, beloved, I seek understanding.” It was what she wanted to hear.

And so the plot thickens as Morgon Kara sets out to bring Caron under his spell and to own him and through him the stone of sovereignty. Material man seeks to own and control spiritual Man, when in truth spiritual Man created and looks after material man, as it was in the days of Cain and Abel, and we know what the record says happened with those two brothers of Adam and Eve. Well, Abel has returned from the dead. Spiritual Man has emerged and his presence in the Earth is a powerful one. The old heaven and old earth are in the process of passing away and the Makers and Shapers are incarnate once again to created the New Earth. We are the Makers and Shapers of our world.

The stone of sovereignty in the body temple is the pineal gland, a little white crystal that refocuses the Light of Love and brings heaven into the earth, uniting these two worlds as one in human consciousness and experience. Heaven and Earth are one. The Shaman in each one of us knows how the connect them in momentary every-day living. 

And that’s where I’ll leave you hanging and, no doubt, ordering a copy of Malafry’s trilogy. I hope you enjoyed this excerpt as much as I did. Does it leave you with haunting ancient memories? 

Thank you for reading my post. I’m looking forward to what’s next!  Until then,

Be love. Be loved.

Anthony

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The Shaman’s Gift of Healing, Page 2

Tony picContinuing the story of the historical “Fall” of Man from grace and stature as Hugh Malafry retells it through two of the main characters in the first book of his fascinating Blue Shaman Trilolgy, we left off in the middle of a dialogue between shaman Morgon Kara and Maia, his consort in the “Otherworld,” as Morgan Kara contemplates the power of the stone of sovereignty, which he lifted from around the neck of the blue shaman Caron as he slept by his fire after Morgon had rescued him from certain death. Maia is telling Morgon Kara the legendary story as handed down through the “Sisters” of the Blood Royal. Here’s the second of three installments of this excerpt from Stone of Sovereignty.

Many generations had come and gone since the shaman first crossed over into the place of shaping, and learned of the pattern the Makers established to inform the things of the earth. He learned, too, of the burning time [of the Papal Inquisition when the Roman Catholic Church burned to death thousands of men, women and children and the Cathars of Languedoc as heretics) and of the great transgression, when to preserve life man was confined to the outer realms, and the Makers set a veil between the worlds through which few might pass. Other shamans had come into the place of shaping before him: Some to heal the wounds of the exploited, some to exploit the hurts of the wounded. Morgan Kara saw his art as a gift of white magic. He came seeking power to heal the human soul; he understood the ills of this world are rooted in its misalignment with the patterns of the other, so there is shadow where there should be light. . . .

On another journey Morgon Kara again came upon Maia weeping on a last hill of green, at the edge of a desert that stretched to the horizon. It is always wise to begin with stillness, so he sat and watched with her in silence. Through her eyes he saw how here and there the desert advanced, and here and there relented, but overall the wasteland grew, and unchecked would overwhelm the world.

“What have you shown me?”

“The end,” she said.

“Of the world?”

“Fear engenders greed, and greed lays wastes the earth: I fear the pattern of the Makers for the keeping of the earth is broken.”

“How can that be?”

“Everyone seeks his own and none takes responsibility: The burden is too great, and these worlds will perish.”

“Can the pattern of the Makers be restored?”

“Think you shaman to heal this?” she asked bitterly. “There is not water enough to bring life back to this wasteland.”

He was overwhelmed by her mood of desolation. Seven days he sat with her, considering what might be done, and all that time his body lay in a trance, so that those who watched over him began to think him lost in his journey, as sometimes happens to a shaman who goes out too far.

“Is it not for the Makers to set this right?” he asked. “Will they now give all over to death? Shall Erlik Khan in his castle of black clay alone rule this realm, and earth become a barren stone?”

“What do you know of the Makers,” she said.

“Only that they have made these realms.”

“And withdrawing have left us desolate,” she said. “The Sisters have sought an answer to the Makers. We know it is in their power to restore the world they made. Nothing is withheld them, but what they choose themselves to deny. We know they exist and have sought them, but they will not reveal themselves to us nor intercede on our behalf, but make us bear the burden of the law of creation.”

“The law?”

“Of reaping what we sow,” she said.

“Who are the Makers?”

“Those in whom the essence of the world is inborn.”

Maia casts blame upon the Makers as though they were withholding pity and forgiveness from errant man and refusing to undo the hurt he had brought upon himself and the earth.  

He pressed her, but it was all she would say. She knew nothing more, or did not care to speak of it. They sat silently together until Morgon Kara knew his time was short, and he must find his way back or perish in the flesh.

As he rose to depart Maia clasped his hand, her face bright with passion. “In us let the worlds be one.” She joined with him as a goddess takes a mortal lover. She did not ask, but he did not object: Who can resist a goddess? From that moment, of brittle bone and fragile flesh she enlarged the soul of her shaman with such influence as she had, to foster the healing of the heart. With her he felt complete; alone, Morgon Kara was never alone.

Maia longed to renew the world, and would do so by shaping her shaman to that purpose. And so it was there came a time when she revealed to him what had become of man. “There was a time, in the First Time, when the human body was not as it now is,” she confided. Maia sat with Morgon Kara at the well beneath the tree where she first met him. He remembered how she had then paused to feel the sun on her face, tied up her dark hair, and set it with a silver pin, while he watched and waited her revelation. “In the First Time the body was less dense,” she said, “and of a subtle substance infused with light. In his first form man was conscious of all the worlds and not the earth alone, where now he survives only as material man in exile from what he once was.”

“What became of him?” He was fascinated with her beauty and the tale she told, and could not takes his eyes from her.

“I know only what the Sisters know of this,” she said, ritually, “and what befell man is a matter for the Makers, but we do know that in the First Time he was given the power of the shaping, though 
within limits, for he had not yet come into the fullness of his gifts.

“He transgressed?”

Maia nodded pensively. “Had he not no evil would have befallen him.”

“What was his transgression?”

Maia took the green leaf that had fallen on her lap, and with her finger tips carefully traced the stem and veins, following her thoughts to an answer. “I know only what the Sisters know of this,” she said. “We know there came a time when man was told to refrain from the making, until a cycle bearing on the seven worlds was fulfilled. He was warned that the shaping of new patterns was untimely, and would gravely alter the weave of life.”

“He didn’t listen,” Morgan Kara said.

She shook her head. “Sadly, he never does.” Her dark hair came loose and she fumbled with it a moment, then let it fall; she turned to him hands folded on her lap. “There were those who thought they knew better, and could improve upon the design of the Makers. They believed the time was right to do what they intended and acted willfully, out of harmony with what was unfolding in the whole. All that has become of the earth is because of this, and has yet to run its course.”

Morgan Kara asked specifically what they had done, but she feared what she had revealed to him, and on that occasion would speak only of the transgression itself.

Another time, she spoke to him of how the world was in the First Time, before the realms were sundered. She told him how man in subtle form had the gift to enter into the life of all living things over which he was guardian in the earth, so that he could take pleasure in their lives, and they in his presence.

“Do you mean enter into bird flight, or a dolphin in the sea?” Morgan Kara asked.

“Even into the constancy of stone, the flowering of a rose, or the great green life of trees,” she said. “And this gift was given so he might understand from within, the beauty that is woven into the essence of all living. By this means he was shown how the patterns of things fit together, to learn to shape new forms and imbue them with life; for the creation is in man even as man is in the creation, and he was made to keep the way of life from within all living.”

“Now everything flees from him,” Morgan Kara said.

” And with good reason,” she replied.  (To be continued)

These words gave me pause as I read them.

“Fear engenders greed, and greed lays wastes the earth: I fear the pattern of the Makers for the keeping of the earth is broken. . . .  Everyone seeks his own and none takes responsibility: The burden is too great, and these worlds will perish.”

Have we broken the earth beyond its ability to sustain living beings? Have we gone past the point of no return? What will become of the human race? Is it in the Makers’ pattern that the human species be allowed to go extinct to make way for a new beginning? If that is our future, then so let it be.  What we have started has to run its course. As Maia says in the next installment,

“It is a law of creation that the creator is responsible for his creation, so long as it shall continue to exist, and this applies as much to the Makers as to man.”

We may well end up exiting with the demise of our battered and poisoned habitat unless we make a radical shift in the way we live on planet Earth. As was stated by New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg in an interview with Matt Lauer this Sunday morning — and I paraphrase:  “We’ve become a ‘Me Now’ people with no concern for our children’s future.” We want what we want NOW, no matter the consequences to future generations, our own progeny. What will become of us is being decided NOW by us. As we sow, so shall we reap. It’s all in God’s hand, isn’t it?

“Can you make whole what has been broken?”  [Lady Esclarmonde asks the blue shaman. His reply is wise.]  ”God has made a whole and it cannot be otherwise,” he said. “I will give it to God: He will determine in this matter what is to be.”

Until my next post, 

Be love. Be loved.

Anthony

Read my Health Light Newsletter online at LiftingTones.com. This issue features my input to the conversation around Obamacare entitled The Affordable “Disease Care” Law. When you think about it, so-called “health insurance” isn’t so much about care of our health as it is about managing human diseases. I think you’ll agree with my take on it. 

Apocalypse of Light 2013: From Out of the Shadows of Our Past

Mars: our once home planet?

Mars: our once home planet?

Tony Pics for SA BookAs the dawn of this Golden Age shines light in our collective psychic memory, giving rise to memories of ancient technology—for example, the recent emergence of what is called “hyper-dimensional torsion field physics” technology—we find ourselves on the surface of planet Mars probing into what may well be our past origins.  What’s the saying by George Santayana?  “Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”   Ray Bradbury’s Martian Chronicles appear to be proving more prophecy than science fiction.

I invite you to spend two hours viewing this video and see for yourself what “Curiosity’s Stealth Mission” is uncovering on the surface of Mars.  Very interesting stuff that will astound you. We may well be the Martians ourselves who destroyed one planet already and laid waste our Martian home.  Is this our great moment of truth when we are forced to face our past and learn a painful cosmic lesson?  The heart-rending clincher is, of course, saved for the end of the clip. Is that really a child’s shoe and toy glider?  Enjoy! And don’t be too shocked or dismayed by what you see and hear.  As space science expert Richard C. Hoagland says at the end of his narration. . .

” This could be the penultimate trigger for the transformation of 2012.”

 

Until we meet again,

Be Love.  Be loved. . . . Anthony

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