Opener of the Doors of the Sky

Fragments of an Arcturian's journal recounting experiences from within the Cubismo Gizmo.

O Earthlings! What are we but bladders of perpetual nonsense!
I can no longer use these jumbles of names and numbers to mark the moment of anything. Calendars have become deceptions, since time and space have lost their integrity.
Instead, one must drop into the middle of an ocean, where no land is in sight, and swimming no longer sustains accountability...
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A fading forest
of sunlight fingers flying ivory keys,
unlocking the Night!
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Legbara & chela were walking on a paved road, that seemed to be going nowhere. No horizon loomed ahead of them, above them was skyless, & surrounding them was emptiness, the pavement refusing to touch their bare feet.
All was senseless.
"Watch", Legbara whispered.
As the chela stared blindly Legbara quietly commanded, "Odo!"
A black disc swirled atop what seemed to be sand. Stepping into the blackness, they dreamily descended into a fire lit cave. Petroglyphs danced wildly around them. These might have been walls...

Chela & Teacher sat down facing each other from either side of the heatless flame. Legbara spoke: "50 years ago you were seeded by two images-in-one: the hexagon & the cube. You were introduced to the Book of Formation, that is, Sepher Yetzirah. The images, you watered over & over, but the Book you forgot.
8 years ago this seed germinated, sprouting out of the soil, reaching for its star, the Sun. The imaginal construct dubbed Cubismo Gizmo blossomed, your Self fruiting, remembering Sepher Yetzirah".
Chela awoke, feeling the cool pavement, the Great Bear ahead, Polaris silently guiding, Legbara intoning, "Eeeeez..."
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Fear wears Stress as many masks,
behind which it hides,
mirroring the doubts that feed it.

Yet, this same Fear
is not unlike the horse
that Love rides, triumphant,
possessing everything
with an Otherside.
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There are no enemies in this body. All are here, attracted by the Source of "my" adventure, this voyage of wondering.
What I have learned & discovered, accessed & assimilated, is flooding these lives living as "my" body: our shared world. They all have a right to know, to be informed.

The lives that comprise this body, no matter the humancentric biases & labeling, are as multitudes, the Source is the Deliverer of the "Sermon on the Mount".
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To wrest oneself away from the selfish demands of an ignorantly deluded world-view, defying its seduction of sedation & comfort, crowded reward & approval, its insatiable thirst for our attention, our reluctantly willing exhaustion into its finally acknowledgeable madness...

It is as if we are not welcome as we are, in a world truly and totally made anew.
Perhaps, though, until we have made ourselves "welcome", a new world cannot possibly be..
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The words just
turn into colors,
smearing shapeless
a million islands,
syllables, phrases breathing,
Ee-ow-eh, turn the page,
scribble!
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The Cubismo Gizmo might be thought of as an imaginal construct, a mental workshop, shouldered with the task of rethinking traditions.
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Recap: "Stress" is the liminal process between caterpillar and butterfly. It is Golgotha, it is the Cross Roads.
It is access & assimilation, it is Art.
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Sometimes when I read, it's not the words, letters or their arrangement, nor "meaning", that effects me, it's the behind the scenes energy that I am allowing myself to absorb, if not The Energy using the energy behind the language.
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I accept this is the part of the Journey where I immerse myself in the simultaneity of "Underground" & "Interstellar".
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Cubismo Gizmo as body-design. Cubismo Gizmo was created, maintained, modulating in structure over time, & nurtured for this "I" to project into at death. To be carried through death, like a chariot, to utilize the energies of death/stress for further modification, perhaps for a transformation of flesh!
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The chela's body lay in a darkened, quiet room, on a stone that seemed to float. Legbara's arms, outstretched, wove circular patterns, his hands' palms massaging the air over his student. Faster the flesh paddles spun. A wind rose, a cyclone, sounds like metallic feathers cutting the darkness, what might have been walls melting away into emptiness.
Wakefulness flickered, images, maybe human, scurrying around the young adept's body. Machines, their eyes glowing, surrounding, humming over the floor, figures pushing, prodding, silently attuned amongst themselves. Chela felt swathed in selfless dedication. I might be dreaming, he thought. What is working through their hands? What is guiding their thoughts & decisions? Olam Beriyah came to mind, though it seemed a physical craft. Are they one & the same? Has my death blended worlds?
Sleep swallowed his thoughts. At center, Legbara conducted octopoidally, the team unified for healing.
Chela woke up, Legbara looking into his eyes: "We are making for you a new body. Rise!"
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Perhaps there is no "meaning" in the non-temporal realms. So by what strategy or skill do we access & navigate them? (Let alone assimilate them)
How do "we" intend to "be" in the womb of meaninglessness?

I choose the word meaninglessness instead of inexplicable or supernatural, spiritual, or even heavenly, etc. because all the numberless descriptions & explanations cannot gift us with this experience that is seemingly irrelevant to our daily mundane lives.

Perhaps in the spirit of "Make, believe: as if" we can make it meaningful.

Are these realms truly as preset & established as history's scriptures, cosmologies & mythologies imply?

Or are we making it up as we go along?

Plus they all tend to be anthropomorphic, as if we are afraid of engaging something other than ourselves, efficient somethings out of our control. We are educated to choose to cower complacently, we are encouraged by tawdry "rewards" to favor submission to this ignorance.

Perhaps it is some kind of science that will finally release us from these perpetual battlegrounds of selfishness, history's ill wrought perceptions, interpretations & relentlessly biasing negotiations, smothered in both conceit & unapologizing arrogance...
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So, just what are the mechanisms of "believing", & why are we so driven to "have to believe"?

Like an ocelot oscillating bi-polar bear...
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The Annunciation, opening the New Testament, is simultaneously "In the Beginning", opening Genesis & the Old Testament.
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My thoughts seem to have sensations wrapped around them, making them irresistibly disturbing while meditating.
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2013
We are already there,
why don't I remember?
Here it is!
Why can't I see it?
Listen to its song, calling.
I don't hear anything. Why?
It is the clear I am yet to be,
however it is I wake up.
And what is It
that has been looking at this, always?

Ha ha ha! I am its Name!
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With perfumed oils
I will anoint the feet of the Sun,
cleansing & massaging them
with the length of my hair:
"Because of my hair the trees of eternity".
(Liber AL, V.1: 59)
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Within the chrysalis Now,
flesh & self dissolving
into primordial... goo...
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I watched tiny distant sailing boats,
white sails billowing with wind
as it pushes them racing
beyond the finish line.
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Communion is between selves
that comprise this body:
take this meat & eat, O Microbes!
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On a stage, standing before a couple of students whom he intended to demonstrate that they were not who nor what they thought they were, he introduced himself plainly & with scientific matter-of-factness: "I am Bob. I am not human."
(from a dream)
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Flesh is just the crust of creation, the excrement of thoughts & habits. It is not who or what we are.
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Perhaps "Cubismo Gizmo" is just a mental plushie.
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Once ejected from the body, the thinking, imagining & memorizing nucleus may experience amnesia or a cleansing/purification process, further freeing this nucleus from its former creations. Tho the personality construct will have been dissolved, the necessary learnings & experience will be remembered by cues & promptings in whatever qualities/conditions &/or "worlds" the nucleus will awaken into. From these a complementary "body", or a willing host, will restore the nucleus's intention & purpose.
I choose to believe in the sovereignty of the individual with all respect to its immersions.
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Their bodies are broken, their freedom is that which the Light consumes. They are the bread, the flesh, they are the Breaker of Bread, they are Light.
"O Light, possess these your bodies,
break them & eat!"
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Immersing into & materializing an appropriate body from the substance of any "world" requires respect for the best that was intended to be.
Into each world is brought unique, necessarily favorable elements that further refine said world's intention.
We scan the world, we synthesize its diversity, we put on the best costume, participating in its rituals with refined behavior.
Then we leave, drawn to other worlds in need of our gifts. We do not "save" worlds. We are travelers, curious & helpful, but not saviors.
That is each world's unique intent, their own responsibility.
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Any nucleus of thinking, imagining & memory immersing into a "new world" first must identify said world's simplest life-form. It then builds up a body appropriate to that world's relationship with its Maker, its Star. A process not unlike evoking the elementals of a grimoire, a Goetia.
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The singing of the Lord
possesses Her with Dance!
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It would seem
memories echo forever
a mental cavern.
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Chela wondered aloud in the Cave's silence:
""Since everything seems a lie, how might one overthrow it, once & for all?"
Legbara teased: "Perhaps Truth makes nothing?"
"I don't understand", chela whispered, afraid to be heard by anything.
Legbara chuckled: "It is the lies that enable & strengthen our gift of accessing & assimilating the Sacred."
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Many worlds are us,
striving to occupy a same place
without ever interfering.
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Cast nets freely,
fear not what might be caught!
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...reaching backwards through the flesh
that refuses to stop spawning its sensations.
Onward is inward: was I ever really born?
Can I prove it? What is I? Why?

As birth suffers incarnation,
likewise does death suffer
disentanglement from corporeality:
Life, ever serving this need of both...
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Imagine every particle of a world-system waking up & remembering its inherent Divinity,
the immense magnitude of Light released!
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The flow of flesh
flowers furiously forever.
Tho, how will
celestial space/time mechanics
measure "tomorrow"?
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There's a pile of darkness
on the floor
before I step
& be no more...
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Flesh? Isn't that just a body bag for bones?
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Chela followed Legbara into The Cavern of Oracles, a cauldron bequeathing the soothsayings of Karlequin. It smelled of pitches & oils, fragrances of sleep & dream, poppies, valerian roots, fumes of death, decay, rotting leaves, wood, flesh...
A cold effervescence of light dancing shadows deeply onto abysmal walls of Night, onto its intimidating stretching of seemingly endless Nothing...
"We are querents here", Legbara whispered. They paused before a silvery scintillating pool of mercury. "This liquid will speak to us of the future, or at least, a potential aspect of Otherthan".
"How can any sound from speaking be formed out of this silence?" puzzled Chela.
Suddenly they were engulfed by a wave of microbial shriekings, innumerable tiny winds crushing their hearing, yet speaking:
"Stick was pretty slim in the frozen!"
Legbara chuckled, watching the surprised & confused look on his student's face.
There was no cavern. The Sun heated their robes, a granite mountain rising out of the desert like a giant tombstone before them.
"This way, Chela, this way."
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O soiled orb
of molten rock,
weightless in a spaceless sea,
the green you've skinned
from distant stars,
your Sun's
the breath of trees!
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Accessing the Sacred is easy, natural: nevermind pompous praying, ceremony, chants-garbally-sounds, bibles or religious costumes & eclectic "sacred babbles". Simply, uniquely employ your imagination! Disengage your attention from the "norm", risk, dare, scribble a line on a piece of paper, there, you've accessed the Sacred! And no one can tell you different. It's
Your Troth. Trust It!
Play with It, open to It, follow Its clues, assimilate.
"Invoke often" is a prescription to explore:
What happens if?
And try this: you're not reaching above, but accessing the wisdomic realms of bacterial/archaebacterial gnosis, of which we are but the tottering, clumsy architecture of their billions of years of reaching for the stars, proficiently assimilating & modulating to reflect the wisdom of the Sun, collectively making us seem to be conscious & self aware whilst increasing the complexity of shape & form to serve their needs: we are but their useful tools.
Humancentricity has burdened us with the delusion we, alone, are on top, "God" is above, inspiration comes from without, beyond, as if our flesh is made by celestial hands, independent of corporeality!
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Legbara & chela happened by a large cave opening with a sign over its door, that read: "Herein Lies Christian-Kinda-Stuff".
Puzzled, chela asked: "Isn't that rude & disrespectful?"
Legbara chuckled. "What became "christianity" was a deliberately disfigured & reinterpreted spiritual cosmology. Originally its stories & testaments served to focus the human-condition's role in the fulfillment of this current cycle of Precessions.
Whilst long available cosmologies have persisted, with their Yuga this & Yuga thats, & multiple layered mindscapes of beings, immortals, spirits & whatevers, the teachings, demonstrations & parables of YeshuaMashiachMagdala initiated both the remembrance & emphasis of the "return to Source" duty of creation in its present form. This is represented simply in the difference between their Old & New Testaments.
Old Testament represents outflow or materialization: Law.
The New Testament represents inflow, or return, that is, awareness of the Great Attractor: Love.
"I have come to fulfill the Law".YeshuahMashiachMagdala's final demonstration & proof of what-the-heck this Being had been planting into the human-condition's psyche, the crucifixion, resurrection & ascension stuff, was preceded by the rebuke of Peter: "Get thee behind me, Satan!" when Peter wallowed in denial & excuses to avoid, & perhaps even usurp, this inevitable act of transcendental inception.
Mashiach is facing toward the Source, & his rebuke of Peter's insistent turning away from Source, encapsulates the distinction between christianity as it could have been, as opposed to where it has faltered & failed to this day"

Chela quietly replied, "Oh....", unwrapping & chewing a fresh stick of gum.
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...turning to the left
at a corner with no corners...
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Where there is no time & space,
likenesses embrace.
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Technology's misguided effort, with its "outside/in" perception, to create an exoskeleton that arrests the human-condition's natural transformational potential, will not assure our survival through climate change & the ongoing growth of our Sun. We, as "personalities", will not "go through" a Black Hole in a machine. We have, innately, all the "tools" we need, organically, psychologically, imaginatively & spiritually to transform in response to Solar & Galactic transformations. Not from outside/in, but from inside/out. This is our "raison d'etre".
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Hastily sketching:
The Holy Spirit conceives in Mary the Incarnation of God as Jesus/Yeshuah.
Yeshuah's life mimics the total mental/emotional/physical experience of the entire history of the human-condition, which is inclusive of all Life on this planet....OR... the entire history of the human-condition, inclusive of all Life on this planet, mimcs Yeshuah's life, cricifixion,resurrection & ascension.
The agony & suffering of Crucifixion IS the depth, expanse & duration of extreme physical, mental, emotional & spiritual "sensation".
Is there something quantifiably measureable in this ultra intense "suffering-to-death" experience of this God-human?
Perhaps it triggers imaginal cells which co-create (new creation) resurrection & ascension experience.
Flesh=chrysalis
Eucharist=remembrance of flesh as chrysalis as sensationally intense experientation, crucifixion, through death, eliminating the need for death, disempowering original sin.
Today's international conflicts, horrors & atrocities as WW1 & WW2, et al, as are also common roads to death: aging, disease, accidents, genetic degeneration/mutation, etc, are Yeshuah, still on the Cross.
From which the human-condition & the Life of its Body, collectively suffering, Will dismiss the need for death, Will resurrect, Will ascend. Because, in a Way, we already have: We just need to wake-up!
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Perhaps it is necessary to understand humans as forgiveably ignorant: "They know not what they do."
Forgiveness is a Power reminding us all of our collective Spirit's return to Source, purifying all trespasses.
Forgiveness is an Arm of Love, Light & Will.
The furthest reach of flesh & matter, in whatever form or quality, is the beginning of decay & return.
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The Arcturian Arm of the Undefiled Galactic Consortium has determined Humans have failed the tests required to become a member, or receiver of the gifts of, Reality, therefore their quarantine will continue until their lives run out.
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Accessing & Assimilating the Sacred:
Dissolving the box within which
the human-condition has entrapped itself.
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My question about "world religions" is why the world? A Spirit interfaces with a human, the human asks "how can I keep you?" The spirit, an energetically neutral entity, does it have an agenda?
I suspect spirits are innocent, it is the humans they encounter that determine their "nature". Naively the spirit requests various objects or practices of resonance. The human extrapolates what is beneficial for themselves.
The human discovers if he surrounds this spirit with more of his buddies, the benefits increase. The buddies enjoy the benefits & praise the man, or woman, who first interfaced with this spirit.
More buddies, more territory. Not enough buddies? Conquer! Convince the defeated their subjugation has been demanded by this, now capitalized, Spirit, this "God"!
Considering all the spirits that could have been accessed, naturally there has to be conflict over who gets the most buddies. More buddies, the bigger the bullying. Are the spirits responsible for this? I don't think so. They are neutral, neither good nor evil, they are naive, they are vulnerable to human choices.
Imagine Melchizedek encountering IHVH in a desert. A rain & storm spirit. The priest guy learns a ritual with bread & wine that appropriately cinches this spirit under his belt. Or robe, whatever. He teaches the ritual to Abraham & Sara. Buddies around the table increase. In time, this increase in buddies demands more territory, more buddies. In the name of this spirit this group becomes the biggest bully in the neighborhood. They start calling this spirit "God".
God? It's just one of many spirits likewise captured by human greed!
Now, what about those who interface with spirits, imbuing their selves with properties of the spirit, ascending, as it were, leaving but a tiny, if any, foot print on this Earth. No need to include the rest of the world.
Perhaps, gifts from this spirit encounter are bestowed upon immediate neighbors. Otherwise, whatever this planet provides for they & the spirit's conjoining is enough, no need for more. No need to conquer, to increase buddyness. Just the "journey" this union initiates. I suspect this happens all the time.
Remember the biblical accounts of Elijah & Enoch; of Castaneda's don Juan & don Genaro.
Their stories have nothing to do with spirits buffed up into "Gods".
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When the Sky
opens up to me...
Do I just crawl in?
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Perhaps death is one's
most intimate pleasuring
with one's own flesh...
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