Awakening to Ghosts: the Lower Astral and the Ancestors – “Breaking News From the Spirit World” part 3

“Do Ancestors Troll you on the Psychic Telephone? You tell them to call their Mother.”

Ghosts asking again- I suppose what every child wants to know- What is it that makes us Magik?

Hungry Ghost is a spiritual Leper. Visual. Western Light Workers maybe have hungry ghost issue.

Obviously- I am beginning to understand this issue.

Ancestors- Living People “Higher Selves” are usually their Subconscious self, Ego No Spreken ze Dutch.

Sleepy Higher Selves can make Hungry Ghosts in the After Life.

What gives Hungry Ghosts Power to Interfere in Our NO FEAR Consciousness?

How come Hungry ghosts cannot learn through their own experience? If you get caught in the fiction / friction, taking your role as your soul. Fallen to the flesh even after death, that would make you a Krispy Kritter, A demon, but not really- Really it’s just a sick ego. We have cures for that. So Hungry Ghost is a free will choice- “THEY would not feel their Edges” Pema Chodron.

Hungry ghost, Demon, Fancy names for a not healed ego… nothing to fear, no boogieman.

The *Breaking News* from the spirit world requires some back ground.

I First Noticed Pushy, Nosy dead people when I was a Psychic at Jillians Night Club. Once in a while an Ancestor would insist on saying hello and then proceed to tell the person, my client how to run their lives. After the dead person was done I always felt icky, and the advice was usually financial or marital. IN Our Collective past- Daughters have been sold as wives for cows and gold… Heirlooms kept for generations because of physical value (not necessarily sentimental), Multi Generational Nepotism and so on.

Why did the Elders control, and look after their young with such force? Because they Accepted something we no longer do….

They KNEW they would be ReIncarnated Into the very same Bloodline, the next time around, and the time after that, until who knows when. Controlling your Family bloodlines actions- business deals, marriages, proprieties, estates, stocks, bonds, gold on and on and on ~ It is Easy to see the Evidence in History- but impossible for the Non psychic to see what the Ancestors are Doing to Control From the After Life.

They can Haunt Their Children like spooky ghosts- tormenting the living into doing the will of the dead. How sick is that? Pretty gross to feel I will tell you. The enormity of it is astounding… so many ‘souls’ trying to have the most toys at the end of the game… not the purpose of life or death at all… This again Is the Ego in the After Life.

*The Breaking News from the Spirit World” ~ Those who are Currently Caught in a Ghost State are no longer allowed to Incarnate on planet Earth. For Centuries, since the fall of Consciousness, Souls took on a body, accrued karma, eventually developing what is now referred to as The Pain Body~ Karma following one from a past incarnation is basically a failed lesson that you must do over again. Having done many past life regressions, I have seen this for myself. I Believe The SHIFT into a Higher Dimension (crosses fingers) is Causing This NEW LAW in Heaven. One Must Deal with and Heal the “Pain Body” from the state of Death (astral) before taking on another Human Vessel. This seemed to really put the fear of God into the “ghosts” ~ So I predict the Hungry Ghost Ancestors will be trying Harder Than Ever to Interfere, or even Jump Into the Bodies of their living bloodline as a way of Trying to Clear their Karma…. this will not work to heal anyone. Yet I suppose it will be interesting to watch.

 

(Notes: News From the Dead: I have been told “incarnating” in a Human body ~ While still having karma to deal with from a Past Life Time body- is No Longer Allowed. Yeah good idea, maybe deal with that first body karma before messing up another vessel? :)I as a person am not a Smoter, Rose Is. Becoming “Ghosts” of other Roles and confusing your bloodline children.)

L. Ron Hubbard’s Great-Grandson Spills The Family Secrets On How Scientology Started. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QsCrFANMzc#t=40
http://realitysandwich.com/84778/lets_spread_word_wetiko/ Wetikos can psychopathically (and thus toxically) mimic the human personality perfectly. If it serves their agenda, they can be convincing beyond belief, making themselves out to be normal, caring, politically correct human beings. They are unable, however, to grasp emotionally the meaning implicit in the thoughts and feelings they are exhibiting. They lack insight into how they differ from others, for they do not differ from others as they see others. They are skillful at pretending love and devotion, as if they are imitating a person. Impersonating themselves, their existence is a true parody of life. They can’t distinguish between their mimicked (pseudo) responses of love, remorse, etc., and the genuinely felt responses of a healthy person.

Creative Channeling

I wanted to write a song we could all sing along too
Something we could all move and groove too
Something fascinating, something quite amazing.

If I were Kate Bush and I was me at the same time what song would I write? I like creating out of the “Kate” in me, for she personifies my wisdom and expression with sound, movement and form.

I am your inner Light, I am your muse tonight.
Cast aside the dust and uncover your old music box.
The one you left playing in the corner oh so long ago.
Wind now as it is your fashion, the clock striking midnight, the soul of compassion.
Bend your wisdom to the wind, arch yourself from within, beyond barriers into the Light.

Dance now to the tune of a thousand songs.
Multi universal esoteric tones, vibrating your essence, reverberating your bones.
Come clear across to the other shore with me. Touch and feel the beauty like a golden cloud of honey
Come with me, to the other side of reality,
let us see what is behind creativity…
I can show you the path
But you must lead the way
For a thousand locks on the hundredth box, cast your doubts away. Don’t go missing in action letting your senses stray. Be here now and stay, say, stay.
On a sea of empty bliss we forget loneliness and become oneliness, wholeness is a state such as this.
Bring me your rhymer, your key keeper your tymer, break now the sacred hour glass that falls with red sands and put the faith and wisdom back into her hands- wielding now the shield of one, divining lady share what we have become. Open your eyes and ears to fate as the winged messenger duly awaits. Bring now thine wisdom back home (bring it on home) to the nest of empty forgiveness, the unity with the allness so that you to may bless- the bliss, the oneness- inside manifest as outside coalesce, understand the union that all are one, universal oneness a certain state of consciousness.
Bringing it all together, making it make sense.
You are being asked to fulfill the mission of writing and of skill to bring through the knowledge you have attained through previous incarnations, and those lessons from other realms of light- into this plane, onto this place, bringing a joy and abundance of greater fruits/efforts. Work for you is designed or by design, your will makes the magick grow (The golden dust of Isis). Bringing wisdom to the people counterbalances your work in a fulfilling and quite tolerable way. You will find in your giving and gifting you will receive many fold. Bringing to a culmination many lifetimes sold to the past. You see how it is your Karma to reap from your treasures. The vast knowledge of your well observed incarnations are reflecting back to you, shining the light of what you have forgotten or what :time: has stolen. Give your secrets back to yourself and unleash them upon the people with delight in discovery. You are your own archeological dig dear princess. Loved one in flesh we must regress. Cast back thine eye to the brilliant sun of glow in blue hue (I see and eclipse)- cast back to green and the morning glory brew (like absinthe, a green psychedelic drink), incense streaming, light rays beaming (mirrors and light for trance I assume), karmic mission fulfilled.
I see the New Justice, short brunette hair, like statue of liberty kind of, on her throne with her sword high in the air. Like the Priestess and Justice combines. Finally a clear picture of the “new” justice card that I have been seeing that I thought existed in the Thoth deck, but it does not.
In the morning you rise, take this in stride, breathing in slow and deep. Bringing peace home to the future shores of tomorrow, brining in the sheep, with an ocean of devotion, sacred vows we keep. Bring ye here with a full plate to breath the breath and the truth of the knowledge within, come with sword and chalice and rod, come to symmetry and balance. Think of the one the undivided the whole- draw your light from this. We are all one and that brings home the sight, the sound and the vision. Bring your light carried within for no mask can hide your pallor, climb to the top- begin the begin, the top of the ivory tower. See the triangle descend upon thee. Break loose your golden chains for the platinum reins to the chariots horses. Create.

Platinum blue steel – cobalt brilliance- eye of sight within the darkness (the sun is eclipsed by the moon- pf) ancient spiral hypnotic calling you back through the void into oneness into the light of all oneness bright as your moon is shadowed with the evening of starlight round the a halo of a surface shore, bring your light bring it high for the moon riseth in your eyes- understand the knowing of all is one with the strength of the deep expanses, underworld landscapes on the moon over your head through the star gate (triangle = stargate?) under the bridge and over the mountain into valley bellow the surface into oval pupils tunneling underground. Echo, Echo heard the soft sound of the water as it escapes its confines and joins your mind in common acknowledgment. Drop of moisture calls you to the place of sacred stones, crystalline shards of charts and graphs, treasures to unfold. The Mayan bird riseth out of the crystal, like a phoenix spreading its wings of radiating light- Prophecies. The secrets of Azaz’el.
(I remember being attacked in my sleep by a charred skeleton creature. I asked what it’s name was (I don’t know why) and this is the name it gave. Then I was shown a murder scene of my own doing, bloody gore, unpleasant. I got away and hid in the bathroom. I awoke.)
“According to Apocalyptic literature, esoteric knowledge, such as magic, divination, and astrology, was transmitted to humans in the mythic past by the two angels, Aza and Azaz’el (in other places, Azaz’el and Uzaz’el) who ‘fell’ from heaven (see Genesis 6:4).” http://heavenawaits.wordpress.com/quetzalcoatl-the-god-behind-the-mayan-prophesies-for-2012/

~ FIN ~

Strong Dream symbols

I had some wild dreams last night and wanted to record them as a way of interpreting the symbols.
Dream 1:
Josh and I were hanging out with John Lennon and Yoko Ono. We were in a large house that seemed to go on forever. John Lennon was telling us he was going to take us on tour with him and Yoko. We had recently met and he was interested in our spiritual ideals. Yoko was singing (in a normal voice) and I told her it she was a great singer- very strong and clear melodies. John went to take a nap. Josh was taking a bath in a large claw foot bathtub. I was sitting in the bathroom talking to him as he bathed. Yoko came in and got into the tub with Josh. I was weirded out because she wanted to sleep with my boyfriend, it seemed that was her way of trusting a man. I got a psychic flash of John napping nude in his bed- and if I wanted to leave Yoko and Josh alone I could go cuddle with John. I refused and just watched while sitting on the wet bathroom floor Josh flipped around and around in the tub to keep Yoko off of him. She then just wanted to give him fellatio- but he was moving so much she became a black blur in the tub. Later John was in a purple sgt. Pepper silk jacket- he was being interviewed and taking care of business. I told Josh we had better finish our business with them by 1981 because we know what happens then. I asked Josh what year it was to see if we had a lot or just a little time with John. I asked Yoko if she ever saw flashes of the future- because Josh and I had seen our future and what we were supposed to do with “the Lennons”. I remember telling her we were going to drop acid together at some point. I got the impression John worked most of his time away with strangers he was trying to educate (namely the press).
Dream 2:
Josh, Laura and I were in a large Catholic church during a high mass. I had never been to this type of mass before but Laura knew the ceremony well. There were lots of prayers said in Latin as the parishioners acted out various parts of the “play” like ceremony. There was a large effigy of a bull on the “stage”. A lovely black woman walked towards the stage to take her part. Laura nudged me and said- look she is wearing street clothes but I swear I just saw her in ceremonial robes walk toward the stage. Laura could see the “psychic” impression of the higher meaning of the “play” as if the characters were coming alive within the people acting it out. The large bull then became real- very real. It seems this was not odd for anyone but me and a little bit for Josh. The bull began to run free in the church as if it was able to judge “good and bad” from its animalistic state- a divine bull. The bull came close to me I awkwardly laid above the pew on the back of it- trying to to get stepped on or gored. As the bull studied me I remembered I had eaten meat recently and wondered if the bull would be mad at me for being a carnavour. The bull sniffed heavily bringing it horns close to my eyes and then walked on. I walked toward the altar (stage)to get out of the scene. Others were “judged” by the bull. It reminded me of May day or Easter- the bull then had flowers around its neck. Again the bull came to me and again I had to get in an awkward posture to avoid its weight from pressing on me. Josh was right next to me- as the bull began wavering back and forth josh began to nod with it- as if they were energetically in alignment.

Thats when I awoke 🙂 Strange dreams full of symbolism. I hope they foretell changes in my life.