Healing. I believe healing has been going on for many years though and hopefully Ground Zero has now been reached. Maybe possibly !
At the deepest level I think we are experiencing a reunion of the masculine and feminine and anima and animus under the froth but WTF it is baffling. That’s how I’m experiencing it. Who’s that girl ? Going backwards in time I believe. Maybe it’s just as baffling for the feminine as well or anima and animus which seems to be part of gay relationships.
And PK Dick and 1974.
Holborns Est 1974.
From Iahuasca.com :
‘The Gnostics believed in two temporal ages: the first or present evil; the second or future benign. The first age was the Age of Iron. It is represented by a Black Iron Prison. It ended in August 1974 and was replaced by the Age of Gold, which is represented by a Palm Tree Garden.
Real time ceased in 70 C.E. with the fall of the temple at Jerusalem. It began again in 1974 C.E. The intervening period was a perfect spurious interpolation aping the creation of the Mind.’
36. Numbers are numbing.
It was Kate Moss’ birthday on Sunday : 4/8. Right-purdy. Croydon girl made good.
‘And the heart which is now alone.’ She is everywhere.
‘The changing information which we experience as world is an unfolding narrative. It tells about the death of a woman. This woman, who died long ago, was one of the primordial twins. She was half of the divine syzygy. The purpose of the narrative is the recollection of her and of her death. The Mind does not wish to forget her. Thus the ratiocination of the Brain consists of a permanent record of her existence, and, if read, will be understood this way. All the information processed by the Brain — experienced by us as the arranging and rearranging of physical objects — is an attempt at this preservation of her; stones and rocks and sticks and amoebae are traces of her. The record of her existence and passing is ordered onto the meanest level of reality by the suffering Mind which is now alone.’
Deeper down. I believe our primary relationship is with God aka Love and our reality is a false mirror of the male imaginary judgmental God that the ‘ego’ mind has created and hence we see what we see and experience what we experience. A wish to be divided from God but it is the impossible dream. We can’t be separated from God.
That’s just the way it is. IMO.
23 thoughts on “English Rose”
The chaos is just beginning! And the narrative is crumbling.
I included these two scenes from Witness because at the heart of all of this is ‘the good guys and the bad guys’ and the judgements we’re expected to make about ourselves and each other. In the first scene, the grandfather is the innocent one. He hasn’t seen a man brutally murdered in front of him. The boy has.
And the corrupt authority figure and the people.
A quantum mish mash. She is everywhere.
Frank re: the ‘police’ and naked children in the garden. Do you remember your Blade and Chalice article about ‘LazyTown’, which was littered with terms such as ‘inappropriate’? Do you also recall that you used the word ‘paradox’ in your reply to my comment about your attempt to perceive ‘reality’ as a ‘prison’?
The co-founder of that blog (a world-renowned criminologist with an impressive string of letters after her name) expressed similar (actually, much stronger) sentiments in a separate article. I seem to remember that one of her string of letters just happened to contain the words ‘fuck hugo’.
My naked child in the garden wasn’t a reference to paedophilia. When I was young I ran around the garden naked. I believe it’s a memory of pre Fall and also a memory of when guilt came into the mind. Symbolic if you like.
Everything seems to be a paradox. About the Prisoner. At one level we are free and at another level we’re caught up in this strange Matrix type reality and to ignore the prison cell nature of it is not sensible in my view. There are restrictions and part of what I’m trying to do is to help in overcoming the restrictions which are really in the mind. IMO.
About Fuck Hugo. You will have to take that up with MJ. As far as I’m concerned I’ve reached the end of the tether with the contempt and disdain and attempts to hurt. I will either ignore them or give a bit of feedback from time to time. I’m happy to discuss things in a relatively sensible manner but can’t be doing with that any more.
Frank, re: hurt and contempt, you spit out two or three articles each week and for me most of it is incredible personal and hurtful. At one and the same time you talk about ‘healing’. Taking that at face value, I read it and think “OK, so tell me how I’m supposed to ‘heal’ when you keep reopening the same wounds over and over again?”
Unsurprisingly, I reappear on Merovee only when things become intolerable at my end. Oddly enough, I tend to find that when I return some of the ‘loving touches’ things go quiet all of a sudden. If I actually enjoyed dishing it out (like some of your regulars I could mention) then I’d be here 24/7/365, wouldn’t I?
It’s amazing how attitudes in one area seem to reflect on another, isn’t it? Consider the following two ‘random samples’ by way of example. Can you imagine what might happen if someone believed in total prohibition in relation to one practice and total liberation in relation to another practice? How might those two antagonistic mental states manifest themselves ‘out there’? Unintended consequences, perhaps? The end result being the literal definition of a ‘pointless exercise’, such that any gains made in one area are immediately cancelled out by a loss in the other?
A bit like…oh, I don’t know…the death of someone ‘over here’ reflected in the death of someone ‘over there’ or something?
Maybe that’s why the sirens wail whenever I challenge the status quo? An ‘ambulance in the source’ kind of thing. The cry of a maniac desperately trying to maintain the scales of ‘just-ice’ in a state of equilibrium.
It was a simulation. Nothing more. Now would be a good time to stop playing your respective roles.
Frank re: “Show goes on” and Jennie Darko. How many times around the block on that one, eh? Looking at it in terms of unintended consequences, what if I were to tell you that you literally (even if unintentionally) trolled Jennie to death? How would you feel about that?
That comment just about says it all about you. Please go away. Had enough of it.
Take if from me you have no idea how weird reality and our individual personas can be and how seriously weird this is. And also you have no idea how deep and profound mine and Jenny’s personal relationship is. There is more going on than you would know or could even imagine probably. Jenny seems to have more esoteric knowledge than me that’s for sure.
And one of the weirder aspects from my perspective is why a few people think the articles are all about them. When 97% of the time they are purely in general or personal to myself.
In short, I don’t know what’s going on and you do, right Frank? Yet only a few days ago you posted a comment criticising those who think that they and they alone have a handle on ‘the truth’. So you’ll keep pushing the button, because you’ve somehow managed to convince yourself that the label on it reads ‘God is Love’ rather than ‘Do unto others before they do unto you’. As for me, I do everything I can to ignore the provocations, yet you have the nerve to object when I reach out and press a button that you press over and over again as if it’s your God-given right.
“When 97% of the time they are purely in general or personal to myself.”
And that’s the problem. On the one hand you seem to understand that ‘your’ experience is not yours and yours alone, while on the other you’re perfectly prepared to ignore the implications of that insight when it doesn’t serve your interests.
Saint Stephen with a rose
In and out of the garden he goes
Country garland in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes, the people all complain!
Wishing well with a golden bell
Bucket hanging clear to Hell
Hell halfway ‘twixt now and then
Stephen fill it up… and lower down… lower down again…
– from Saint Steven by the Grateful Dead
The Birthday. Spirit speaks in weird ways. It’s a memory game.
The Last Post of Anne Frank – 1st August 1944. The betrayer of the Frank family has been identified. Maybe possibly. Fog of time.
‘When We Were Young’ and the Diary Of A Young Girl. Room 101 is in the mix as well.
And the birthday. Down the highways.
Posted on Merovee on 28/7/2012 about the Opening Ceremony of the 2012 London Olympics (can’t access the links any more) –
“Back to the Opening Ceremony . For this section, the Olympic Stadium symbolically was Hell and the sperm of the Devil/Satan/Saturn rose up from the Volcano/Underworld to fertilise the egg and so Rosemary’s Baby was born – the Starchild . This was the main intention of the ritual – to conceive and birth the child.”
I was looking up something else about the London 2012 Olympics and I came across the above mentioning the volcano/underworld and I thought about the underwater volcano near Tonga that erupted with a massive bang on 15/1/2022.
Then I remembered art fa’s several videos on YT highlighting the solar eclipse in Virgo of 25/10/2022 and the likelihood of Kilauea exploding and causing a giant tsunami to hit the west coast of the USA.
There are 3 or 4 more videos of his on this subject.
What is the day gap? Well 283 days of course which is just about as close as you can get to the normal gestation period of a baby of 40 weeks or 280 days.
Counting inclusive days it is 9 months and 11 days which forms a 911.
Fairly relevant don’t you think for an event of such proportions?
Bingo 😊 .
I’m going down a slightly different path with this. Trying to make sense of in no sense. A different language.
When we were young. What happens when you open the young box. Probably sounds like gibberish but I have my reasons.
Does this pic have any meaning for you ?
It’s a little bat out of hell… Meat Loaf has died…
Fangs for the memory.
He also played a vampire in a movie called Blood Rayne.