For Ages Many tribes of North and South America told of a day when the Earth near dying from Pollution would birth a new collective of healers stewards and caretakers of our Great Mother Earth. And in these days it is said that the Beings of Myths and Legends will once again emerge. These days have arrived.
GLOBAL EMERGENCY!!! LAST WORD TO THE SILENT MAJORITY… By SunBôw
”This is the last opportunity your people can grasp to end the slavery and reestablish the Cosmic Order, before the lower lords apply the next phase of their control agenda, which they are already mirroring to you, and modify once more your genetics by turning your species into biosynthetic cyborgs and artificial entities controlled by their technology.”
So far on SCENIC, we have avoided addressing topics not directly related to Sasquatch, such as politics and actualities. But in these dire times of global emergency, guidance inspires me to use this platform as well to express our deepest concerns regarding the current world events and human evolution, while it is still possible. Nothing should be taken for granted, even less so in uncertain times.
FOR the most comprehensive and lucid exposition of occult pneumatology (the branch of philosophy dealing with spiritual substances) extant, mankind is indebted to Philippus Aureolus Paracelsus (Theophrastus Bombastus von Hohenheim), prince of alchemists and Hermetic philosophers and true possessor of the Royal Secret (the Philosopher’s Stone and the Elixir of Life).
Paracelsus believed that each of the four primary elements known to the ancients (earth, fire, air, and water) consisted of a subtle, vaporous principle and a gross corporeal substance. Air is, therefore, twofold in nature-tangible atmosphere and an intangible, volatile substratum which may be termed spiritual air. Fire is visible and invisible, discernible and indiscernible–a spiritual, ethereal flame manifesting through a material, substantial flame. Carrying the analogy further, water consists of a dense fluid and a potential essence of a fluidic nature. Earth has likewise two essential parts–the lower being fixed, terreous, immobile; the higher, rarefied, mobile, and virtual. The general term elements has been applied to the lower, or physical, phases of these four primary principles, and the name elemental essences to their corresponding invisible, spiritual constitutions.
Minerals, plants, animals, and men live in a world composed of the gross side of these four elements, and from various combinations of them construct their living organisms. Henry Drummond, in Natural Law in the Spiritual World, describes this process as follows: “If we analyse this material point at which all life starts, we shall find it to consist of a clear structureless, jelly-like substance resembling albumen or white of egg. It is made of Carbon, Hydrogen, Oxygen and Nitrogen. Its name is protoplasm. And it is not only the structural unit with which all living bodies start in life, but with which they are subsequently built up. ‘Protoplasm,’ says Huxley, ‘simple or nucleated, is the formal basis of all life. It is the clay of the Potter.'” The water element of the ancient philosophers has been metamorphosed into the hydrogen of modern science; the air has become oxygen; the fire, nitrogen; the earth, carbon.
Just as visible Nature is populated by an infinite number of living creatures, so, according to Paracelsus, the invisible, spiritual counterpart of visible Nature (composed of the tenuous principles of the visible elements) is inhabited by a host of peculiar beings, to whom he has given the name elementals, and which have later been termed the Nature spirits. Paracelsus divided these people of the elements into four distinct groups, which he called gnomes, undines, sylphs, and salamanders.
He taught that they were really living entities, many resembling human beings in shape, and inhabiting worlds of their own, unknown to man because his undeveloped senses were incapable of functioning beyond the limitations of the grosser elements. The civilizations of Greece, Rome, Egypt, China, and India believed implicitly in satyrs, sprites, and goblins. They peopled the sea with mermaids, the rivers and fountains with nymphs, the air with fairies, the fire with Lares and Penates, and the earth with fauns, dryads, and hamadryads.
These Nature spirits were held in the highest esteem, and propitiatory offerings were made to them. Occasionally, as the result of atmospheric conditions or the peculiar sensitiveness of the devotee, they became visible. Many authors wrote concerning them in terms which signify that they had actually beheld these inhabitants of Nature’s finer realms. A number of authorities are of the opinion that many of the gods worshiped by the pagans were elementals, for some of these invisibles were believed to be of commanding stature and magnificent deportment.
The Greeks gave the name dæmon to some of these elementals, especially those of the higher orders, and worshiped them. Probably the most famous of these dæmons is the mysterious spirit which instructed Socrates, and of whom that great philosopher spoke in the highest terms. Those who have devoted much study to the invisible constitution of man realize that it is quite probable the dæmon of Socrates and the angel of Jakob Böhme were in reality not elementals, but the overshadowing divine natures of these philosophers themselves. In his notes to Apuleius on the God of Socrates, Thomas Taylor says: “As the dæmon of Socrates, therefore, was doubtless one of the highest order, as may be inferred from the intellectual superiority of Socrates to most other men, Apuleius is justified in calling this dæmon a God. And that the dæmon of Socrates indeed was divine, is evident from the testimony of Socrates himself in the First Alcibiades: for in the course of that dialogue he clearly says, ‘I have long been of the opinion that the God did not as yet direct me to hold any conversation with you.’ And in the Apology he most unequivocally evinces that this dæmon is allotted a divine transcendency, considered as ranking in the order of dæmons.”
The idea once held, that the invisible elements surrounding and interpenetrating the earth were peopled with living, intelligent beings, may seem ridiculous to the prosaic mind of today. This doctrine, however, has found favor with some of the greatest intellects of the world. The sylphs of Facius Cardin, the philosopher of Milan; the salamander seen by Benvenuto Cellini; the pan of St. Anthony; and le petit homme rouge (the little red man, or gnome) of Napoleon Bonaparte, have found their places in the pages of history. Literature has also perpetuated the concept of Nature spirits. The mischievous Puck of Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream; the elementals of Alexander Pope’s Rosicrucian poem, The Rape of the Lock, the mysterious creatures of Lord Lytton’s Zanoni; James Barrie’s immortal Tinker Bell; and the famous bowlers that Rip Van Winkle encountered in the Catskill Mountains, are well-known characters to students of literature. The folklore and mythology of all peoples abound in legends concerning these mysterious little figures who haunt old castles, guard treasures in the depths of the earth, and build their homes under the spreading protection of toadstools. Fairies are the delight of childhood, and most children give them up with reluctance. Not so very long ago the greatest minds of the world believed in the existence of fairies, and it is still an open question as to whether Plato, Socrates, and Iamblichus were wrong when they avowed their reality.
Paracelsus, when describing the substances which constitute the bodies of the elementals, divided flesh into two kinds, the first being that which we have all inherited through Adam. This is the visible, corporeal flesh. The second was that flesh which had not descended from Adam and, being more attenuated, was not subject to the limitations of the former. The bodies of the elementals were composed of this transubstantial flesh. Paracelsus stated that there is as much difference between the bodies of men and the bodies of the Nature spirits as there is between matter and spirit. “Yet,” he adds, “the Elementals are not spirits, because they have flesh, blood and bones; they live and propagate offspring; they cat and talk, act and sleep, &c., and consequently they cannot be properly called ‘spirits.’ They are beings occupying a place between men and spirits, resembling men and spirits, resembling men and women in their organization and form, and resembling spirits in the rapidity of their locomotion.” (Philosophia Occulta, translated by Franz Hartmann.)
Later the same author calls these creatures composita, inasmuch as the substance out of which they are composed seems to be a composite of spirit and matter. He uses color to explain the idea. Thus, the mixture of blue and red gives purple, a new color, resembling neither of the others yet composed of both. Such is the case with the Nature spirits; they resemble neither spiritual creatures nor material beings, yet are composed of the substance which we may call spiritual matter, or ether. Paracelsus further adds that whereas man is composed of several natures (spirit, soul, mind, and body) combined in one unit, the elemental has but one principle, the ether out of which it is composed and in which it lives. The reader must remember that by ether is meant the spiritual essence of one of the four elements. There areas many ethers as there are elements and as many distinct families of Nature spirits as there are ethers. These families are completely isolated in their own ether and have no intercourse with the denizens of the other ethers; but, as man has within his own nature centers of consciousness sensitive to the impulses of all the four ethers, it is possible for any of the elemental kingdoms to communicate with him under proper conditions. The Nature spirits cannot be destroyed by the grosser elements, such as material fire, earth, air, or water, for they function in a rate of vibration higher than that of earthy substances. Being composed of only one element or principle (the ether in which they function), they have no immortal spirit and at death merely disintegrate back into the element from which they were originally individualized. No individual consciousness is preserved after death, for there is no superior vehicle present to contain it. Being made of but one substance, there is no friction between vehicles: thus there is little wear or tear incurred by their bodily functions, and they therefore live to great age. Those composed of earth ether are the shortest lived; those composed of air ether, the longest. The average length of life is between three hundred and a thousand years. Paracelsus maintained that they live in conditions similar to our earth environments, and are somewhat subject to disease. These creatures are thought to be incapable of spiritual development, but most of them are of a high moral character.
Below an Example taken from my own photo collections of Etheric Beings
From Paracelsus’ notes: The Egyptians, Chaldeans, and Persians often mistook the salamanders for gods, because of their radiant splendor and great power. The Greeks, following the example of earlier nations, deified the fire spirits and in their honor kept incense and altar fire, burning perpetually. p. 106
Concerning the elemental ethers in which the Nature spirits exist, Paracelsus wrote: “They live in the four elements: the Nymphæ in the element of water, the Sylphes in that of the air, the Pigmies in the earth, and the Salamanders in fire. They are also called Undinæ, Sylvestres, Gnomi, Vulcani, &c. Each species moves only in the element to which it belongs, and neither of them can go out of its appropriate element, which is to them as the air is to us, or the water to fishes; and none of them can live in the element belonging to another class. To each elemental being the element in which it lives is transparent, invisible and respirable, as the atmosphere is to ourselves.” (Philosophia Occulta, translated by Franz Hartmann.) The reader should be careful not to confuse the Nature spirits with the true life waves evolving through the invisible worlds. While the elementals are composed of only one etheric (or atomic) essence, the angels, archangels, and other superior, transcendental entities have composite organisms, consisting of a spiritual nature and a chain of vehicles to express that nature not unlike those of men, but not including the physical body with its attendant limitations. To the philosophy of Nature spirits is generally attributed an Eastern origin, probably Brahmanic; and Paracelsus secured his knowledge of them from Oriental sages with whom he came in contact during his lifetime of philosophical wanderings. The Egyptians and Greeks gleaned their information from the same source. The four main divisions of Nature spirits must now be considered separately, according to the teachings of Paracelsus and the Abbé de Villars and such scanty writings of other authors as are available.
THE GNOMES The elementals who dwell in that attenuated body of the earth which is called the terreous ether are grouped together under the general heading of gnomes. (The name is probably derived from the Greek genomus, meaning earth dweller. See New English Dictionary.) Just as there are many types of human beings evolving through the objective physical elements of Nature, so there are many types of gnomes evolving through the subjective ethereal body of Nature. These earth spirits work in an element so close in vibratory rate to the material earth that they have immense power over its rocks and flora, and also over the mineral elements in the animal and human kingdoms. Some, like the pygmies, work with the stones, gems, and metals, and are supposed to be the guardians of hidden treasures. They live in caves, far down in what the Scandinavians called the Land of the Nibelungen. In Wagner’s wonderful opera cycle, The Ring of the Nibelungen, Alberich makes himself King of the Pygmies and forces these little creatures to gather for him the treasures concealed beneath the surface of the earth. Besides the pygmies there are other gnomes, who are called tree and forest sprites. To this group belong the sylvestres, satyrs, pans, dryads, hamadryads, durdalis, elves, brownies, and little old men of the woods. Paracelsus states that the gnomes build houses of substances resembling in their constituencies alabaster, marble, and cement, but the true nature of these materials is unknown, having no counterpart in physical nature. Some families of gnomes gather in communities, while others are indigenous to the substances with and in which they work. For example, the hamadryads live and die with the plants or trees of which they are a part. Every shrub and flower is said to have its own Nature spirit, which often uses the physical body of the plant as its habitation. The ancient philosophers, recognizing the principle of intelligence manifesting itself in every department of Nature alike, believed that the quality of natural selection exhibited by creatures not possessing organized mentalities expressed in reality the decisions of the Nature spirits themselves. C. M. Gayley, in The Classic Myths, says: “It was a pleasing trait in the old paganism that it loved to trace in every operation of nature the agency of deity. The imagination of the Greeks peopled the regions of earth and sea with divinities, to whose agency it attributed the phenomena that our philosophy ascribes to the operation of natural law.” Thus, in behalf of the plant it worked with, the elemental accepted and rejected food elements, deposited coloring matter therein, preserved and protected the seed, and performed many other beneficent offices. Each species was served by a different but appropriate type of Nature spirit. Those working with poisonous shrubs, for example, were offensive in their appearance. It is said the Nature spirits of poison hemlock resemble closely tiny human skeletons, thinly covered with a semi-transparent flesh. They live in and through the hemlock, and if it be cut down remain with the broken shoots until both die, but while there is the slightest evidence of life in the shrub it shows the presence of the elemental guardian. Great trees also have their Nature spirits, but these are much larger than the elementals of smaller plants. The labors of the pygmies include the cutting of the crystals in the rocks and the development of veins of ore. When the gnomes are laboring with animals or human beings, their work is confined to the tissues corresponding with their own natures. Hence they work with the bones, which belong to the mineral kingdom, and the ancients believed the reconstruction of broken members to be impossible without the cooperation of the elementals. The gnomes are of various sizes–most of them much smaller than human beings, though some of them have the power of changing their stature at will. This is the result of the extreme mobility of the element in which they function. Concerning them the Abbé de Villars wrote: “The earth is filled well nigh to its center with Gnomes, people of slight stature, who are the guardians of treasures, minerals and precious stones. They are ingenious, friends of man, and easy to govern.” Not all authorities agree concerning the amiable disposition of the gnomes. Many state that they are of a tricky and malicious nature, difficult to manage, and treacherous. Writers agree, however, that when their confidence is won they are faithful and true. The philosophers and initiates of the ancient world were instructed concerning these mysterious little people and were taught how to communicate with them and gain their cooperation in undertakings of importance. The magi were always warned, however, never to betray the trust of the elementals, for if they did, the invisible creatures, working through the subjective nature of man, could cause them endless sorrow and probably ultimate destruction. So long as the mystic served others, the gnomes would serve him, but if he sought to use their aid selfishly to gain temporal power they would turn upon him with unrelenting fury. The same was true if he sought to deceive them. The earth spirits meet at certain times of the year in great conclaves, as Shakespeare suggests in his Midsummer Night’s Dream, where the elementals all gather to rejoice in the beauty and harmony of Nature and the prospects of an excellent harvest. The gnomes are ruled over by a king, whom they greatly love and revere. His name is Gob; hence his subjects are often called goblins. Mediæval mystics gave a corner of creation (one of the cardinal points) to each of the four kingdoms of Nature spirits, and because of their earthy character the gnomes were assigned to the North–the place recognized by the ancients as the source of darkness and death. One of the four main divisions of human disposition was also assigned to the gnomes, and because so many of them dwelt in the darkness of caves and the gloom of forests their temperament was said to be melancholy, gloomy, and despondent. By this it is not meant that they themselves are of such disposition, but rather that they have special control over elements of similar consistency. The gnomes marry and have families, and the female gnomes are called gnomides. Some wear clothing woven of the element in which they live. In other instances their garments are part of themselves and grow with them, like the fur of animals. The gnomes are said to have insatiable appetites, and to spend a great part of the rime eating, but they earn their food by diligent and conscientious Click to enlarge CONVENTIONAL GNOMES. From Gjellerup’s Den Ældre Eddas Gudesange. The type of gnome most frequently seen is the brownie, or elf, a mischievous and grotesque little creature from twelve to eighteen inches high, usually dressed in green or russet brown. Most of them appear as very aged, often with long white beards, and their figures are inclined to rotundity. They can be seen scampering out of holes in the stumps of trees and sometimes they vanish by actually dissolving into the tree itself. p. 107 labor. Most of them are of a miserly temperament, fond of storing things away in secret places. There is abundant evidence of the fact that small children often see the gnomes, inasmuch as their contact with the material side of Nature is not yet complete and they still function more or less consciously in the invisible worlds. According to Paracelsus, “Man lives in the exterior elements and the Elementals live in the interior elements. The latter have dwellings and clothing, manners and customs, languages and governments of their own, in the same sense as the bees have their queens and herds of animals their leaders.” (Philosophia Occulta, translated by Franz Hartmann.) Paracelsus differs somewhat from the Greek mystics concerning the environmental limitations imposed on the Nature spirits. The Swiss philosopher constitutes them of subtle invisible ethers. According to this hypothesis they would be visible only at certain times and only to those en rapport with their ethereal vibrations. The Greeks, on the other hand, apparently believed that many Nature spirits had material constitutions capable of functioning in the physical world. Often the recollection of a dream is so vivid that, upon awakening, a person actually believes that he has passed through a physical experience. The difficulty of accurately judging as to the end of physical sight and the beginning of ethereal vision may account for these differences of opinion. Even this explanation, however, does not satisfactorily account for the satyr which, according to St. Jerome, was captured alive during the reign of Constantine and exhibited to the people. It was of human form with the horns and feet of a goat. After its death it was preserved in salt and taken to the Emperor that he might testify to its reality. (It is within the bounds of probability that this curiosity was what modern science knows as a monstrosity.)
THE UNDINES As the gnomes were limited in their function to the elements of the earth, so the undines (a name given to the family of water elementals) function in the invisible, spiritual essence called humid (or liquid) ether. In its vibratory rate this is close to the element water, and so the undines are able to control, to a great degree, the course and function of this fluid in Nature. Beauty seems to be the keynote of the water spirits. Wherever we find them pictured in art or sculpture, they abound in symmetry and grace. Controlling the water element–which has always been a feminine symbol–it is natural that the water spirits should most often be symbolized as female. There are many groups of undines. Some inhabit waterfalls, where they can be seen in the spray; others are indigenous to swiftly moving rivers; some have their habitat in dripping, oozing fens or marshes; while other groups dwell in clear mountain lakes. According to the philosophers of antiquity, every fountain had its nymph; every ocean wave its oceanid. The water spirits were known under such names as oreades, nereides, limoniades, naiades, water sprites, sea maids, mermaids, and potamides. Often the water nymphs derived their names from the streams, lakes, or seas in which they dwelt. In describing them, the ancients agreed on certain salient features. In general, nearly all the undines closely resembled human beings in appearance and size, though the ones inhabiting small streams and fountains were of correspondingly lesser proportions. It was believed that these water spirits were occasionally capable of assuming the appearance of normal human beings and actually associating with men and women. There are many legends about these spirits and their adoption by the families of fishermen, but in nearly every case the undines heard the call of the waters and returned to the realm of Neptune, the King of the Sea. Practically nothing is known concerning the male undines. The water spirits did not establish homes in the same way that the gnomes did, but lived in coral caves under the ocean or among the reeds growing on the banks of rivers or the shores of lakes. Among the Celts there is a legend to the effect that Ireland was peopled, before the coming of its present inhabitants, by a strange race of semi-divine creatures; with the coming of the modem Celts they retired into the marshes and fens, where they remain even to this day. Diminutive undines lived under lily pads and in little houses of moss sprayed by waterfalls. The undines worked with the vital essences and liquids in plants, animals, and human beings, and were present in everything containing water. When seen, the undines generally resembled the goddesses of Greek statuary. They rose from the water draped in mist and could not exist very long apart from it. There are many families of undines, each with its peculiar limitations, it is impossible to consider them here in detail. Their ruler, Necksa, they love and honor, and serve untiringly. Their temperament is said to be vital, and to them has been given as their throne the western corner of creation. They are rather emotional beings, friendly to human life and fond of serving mankind. They are sometimes pictured riding on dolphins or other great fish and seem to have a special love of flowers and plants, which they serve almost as devotedly and intelligently as the gnomes. Ancient poets have said that the songs of the undines were heard in the West Wind and that their lives were consecrated to the beautifying of the material earth.
THE SALAMANDERS The third group of elementals is the salamanders, or spirits of fire, who live in that attenuated, spiritual ether which is the invisible fire element of Nature. Without them material fire cannot exist; a match cannot be struck nor will flint and steel give off their spark without the assistance of a salamander, who immediately appears (so the mediæval mystics believed), evoked by friction. Man is unable to communicate successfully with the salamanders, owing to the fiery element in which they dwell, for everything is resolved to ashes that comes into their presence. By specially prepared compounds of herbs and perfumes the philosophers of the ancient world manufactured many kinds of incense. When incense was burned, the vapors which arose were especially suitable as a medium for the expression of these elementals, who, by borrowing the ethereal effluvium from the incense smoke, were able to make their presence felt. The salamanders are as varied in their grouping and arrangement as either the undines or the gnomes. There are many families of them, differing in appearance, size, and dignity. Sometimes the salamanders were visible as small balls of light. Paracelsus says: “Salamanders have been seen in the shapes of fiery balls, or tongues of fire, running over the fields or peering in houses.” (Philosophia Occulta, translated by Franz Hartmann.) Mediæval investigators of the Nature spirits were of the opinion that the most common form of salamander was lizard-like in shape, a foot or more in length, and visible as a glowing Urodela, twisting and crawling in the midst of the fire. Another group was described as huge flaming giants in flowing robes, protected with sheets of fiery armor. Certain mediæval authorities, among them the Abbé de Villars, held that Zarathustra (Zoroaster) was the son of Vesta (believed to have been the wife of Noah) and the great salamander Oromasis. Hence, from that time onward, undying fires have been maintained upon the Persian altars in honor of Zarathustra’s flaming father. One most important subdivision of the salamanders was the Acthnici. These creatures appeared only as indistinct globes. They were supposed to float over water at night and occasionally to appear as forks of flame on the masts and rigging of ships (St. Elmo’s fire). The salamanders were the strongest and most powerful of the elementals, and had as their ruler a magnificent flaming spirit called Djin, terrible and awe-inspiring in appearance. The salamanders were dangerous and the sages were warned to keep away from them, as the benefits derived from studying them were often not commensurate with the price paid. As the ancients associated heat with the South, this corner of creation was assigned to the salamanders as their drone, and they exerted special influence over all beings of fiery or tempestuous temperament. In both animals and men, the salamanders work through the emotional nature by means of the body heat, the liver, and the blood stream. Without their assistance there would be no warmth.
THE SYLPHS While the sages said that the fourth class of elementals, or sylphs, lived in the element of air, they meant by this not the natural atmosphere of the earth, but the invisible, intangible, spiritual medium–an ethereal substance similar in composition to our atmosphere, but far more subtle. In the last: discourse of Socrates, as preserved by Plato in his Phædo, the condemned philosopher says: “And upon the earth are animals and men, some in a middle region, others (elementals] dwelling about the air as we dwell about the sea; others in islands which the air flows round, near the continent; and in a word, the air is used by them as the water and the sea are by us, and the ether is to them what the air is to us. More over, the temperament of their seasons is such that they have no disease [Paracelsus disputes this], and live much longer than we do, Click to enlarge A MERMAID. From Lycosthenes’ Prodigiorum ac Ostentorum Chronicon. Probably the most famous of the undines were the mythological mermaids, with which early mariners peopled the Seven Seas. Belief in the existence of these creatures, the upper half of their bodies human in form and the lower half fishlike, may have been inspired by flocks of penguins seen at great distance, or possibly seals. In mediæval descriptions of mermaids, it was also stated that their hair was green like seaweed and that they wore wreaths twisted from the blossoms of subaqueous plants and sea anemones. p. 108 and have sight and bearing and smell, and all the other senses, in far greater perfection, in the same degree that air is purer than water or the ether than air. Also they have temples and sacred places in which the gods really dwell, and they hear their voices and receive their answers, and are conscious of them and hold converse with them, and they see the sun, moon, and stars as they really are, and their other blessedness is of a piece with this.” While the sylphs were believed to live among the clouds and in the surrounding air, their true home was upon the tops of mountains. In his editorial notes to the Occult Sciences of Salverte, Anthony Todd Thomson says: “The Fayes and Fairies are evidently of Scandinavian origin, although the name of Fairy is supposed to be derived from, or rather [is] a modification of the Persian Peri, an imaginary benevolent being, whose province it was to guard men from the maledictions of evil spirits; but with more probability it may be referred to the Gothic Fagur, as the term Elves is from Alfa, the general appellation for the whole tribe. If this derivation of the name of Fairy be admitted, we may date the commencement of the popular belief in British Fairies to the period of the Danish conquest. They were supposed to be diminutive aerial beings, beautiful, lively, and beneficent in their intercourse with mortals, inhabiting a region called Fairy Land, Alf-heinner; commonly appearing on earth at intervals–when they left traces of their visits, in beautiful green-rings, where the dewy sward had been trodden in their moonlight dances.” To the sylphs the ancients gave the labor of modeling the snowflakes and gathering clouds. This latter they accomplished with the cooperation of the undines who supplied the moisture. The winds were their particular vehicle and the ancients referred to them as the spirits of the air. They are the highest of all the elementals, their native element being the highest in vibratory rate. They live hundreds of years, often attaining to a thousand years and never seeming to grow old. The leader of the sylphs is called Paralda, who is said to dwell on the highest mountain of the earth. The female sylphs were called sylphids. It is believed that the sylphs, salamanders, and nymphs had much to do with the oracles of the ancients; that in fact they were the ones who spoke from the depths of the earth and from the air above. The sylphs sometimes assume human form, but apparently for only short periods of time. Their size varies, but in the majority of cases they are no larger than human beings and often considerably smaller. It is said that the sylphs have accepted human beings into their communities and have permitted them to live there for a considerable period; in fact, Paracelsus wrote of such an incident, but of course it could not have occurred while the human stranger was in his physical body. By some, the Muses of the Greeks are believed to have been sylphs, for these spirits are said to gather around the mind of the dreamer, the poet, and the artist, and inspire him with their intimate knowledge of the beauties and workings of Nature. To the sylphs were given the eastern corner of creation. Their temperament is mirthful, changeable, and eccentric. The peculiar qualities common to men of genius are supposedly the result of the cooperation of sylphs, whose aid also brings with it the sylphic inconsistency. The sylphs labor with the gases of the human body and indirectly with the nervous system, where their inconstancy is again apparent. They have no fixed domicile, but wander about from place to place–elemental nomads, invisible but ever-present powers in the intelligent activity of the universe.
GENERAL OBSERVATIONS Certain of the ancients, differing with Paracelsus, shared the opinion that the elemental kingdoms were capable of waging war upon one another, and they recognized in the battlings of the elements disagreements among these kingdoms of Nature spirits. When lightning struck a rock and splintered it, they believed that the salamanders were attacking the gnomes. As they could not attack one another on the plane of their own peculiar etheric essences, owing to the fact that there was no vibratory correspondence between the four ethers of which these kingdoms are composed, they had to attack through a common denominator, namely, the material substance of the physical universe over which they had a certain amount of power. Wars were also fought within the groups themselves; one army of gnomes would attack another army, and civil war would be rife among them. Philosophers of long ago solved the problems of Nature’s apparent inconsistencies by individualizing and personifying all its forces, crediting them with having temperaments not unlike the human and then expecting them to exhibit typical human inconsistencies. The four fixed signs of the zodiac were assigned to the four kingdoms of elementals. The gnomes were said to be of the nature of Taurus; the undines, of the nature of Scorpio; the salamanders exemplified the constitution of Leo; while the sylphs manipulated the emanations of Aquarius. The Christian Church gathered all the elemental entities together under the title of demon. This is a misnomer with far-reaching consequences, for to the average mind the word demon means an evil thing, and the Nature spirits are essentially no more malevolent than are the minerals, plants, and animals. Many of the early Church Fathers asserted that they had met and debated with the elementals. As already stated, the Nature spirits are without hope of immortality, although some philosophers have maintained that in isolated cases immortality was conferred upon them by adepts and initiates who understood certain subtle principles of the invisible world. As disintegration takes place in the physical world, so it takes place in the ethereal counterpart of physical substance. Under normal conditions at death, a Nature spirit is merely resolved back into the transparent primary essence from which it was originally individualized. Whatever evolutionary growth is made is recorded solely in the consciousness of that primary essence, or element, and not in the temporarily individualized entity of the elemental. Being without man’s compound organism and lacking his spiritual and intellectual vehicles, the Nature spirits are subhuman in their rational intelligence, but from their functions–limited to one element–has resulted a specialized type of intelligence far ahead of man in those lines of research peculiar to the element in which they exist.
The terms incubus and succubus have been applied indiscriminately by the Church Fathers to elementals. The incubus and succubus, however, are evil and unnatural creations, whereas elementals is a collective term for all the inhabitants of the four elemental essences. According to Paracelsus, the incubus and succubus (which are male and female respectively) are parasitical creatures subsisting upon the evil thoughts and emotions of the astral body. These terms are also applied to the superphysical organisms of sorcerers and black magicians. While these larvæ are in no sense imaginary beings, they are, nevertheless, the offspring of the imagination. By the ancient sages they were recognized as the invisible cause of vice because they hover in the ethers surrounding the morally weak and continually incite them to excesses of a degrading nature. For this reason they frequent the atmosphere of the dope den, the dive, and the brothel, where they attach themselves to those unfortunates who have given themselves up to iniquity. By permitting his senses to become deadened through indulgence in habit-forming drugs or alcoholic stimulants, the individual becomes temporarily en rapport with these denizens of the astral plane. The houris seen by the hasheesh or opium addict and the lurid monsters which torment the victim of delirium tremens are examples of submundane beings, visible only to those whose evil practices are the magnet for their attraction. Differing widely from the elementals and also the incubus and succubus is the vampire, which is defined by Paracelsus as the astral body of a person either living or dead (usually the latter state). The vampire seeks to prolong existence upon the physical plane by robbing the living of their vital energies and misappropriating such energies to its own ends. In his De Ente Spirituali Paracelsus writes thus of these malignant beings: “A healthy and pure person cannot become obsessed by them, because such Larvæ can only act upon men if the later make room for them in their minds. A healthy mind is a castle that cannot be invaded without the will of its master; but if they are allowed to enter, they excite the passions of men and women, they create cravings in them, they produce bad thoughts which act injuriously upon the brain; they sharpen the animal intellect and suffocate the moral sense. Evil spirits obsess only those human beings in whom the animal nature is predominating. Minds that are illuminated by the spirit of truth cannot be possessed; only those who are habitually guided by their own lower impulses may become subjected to their influences.” (See Paracelsus, by Franz Hartmann.) A strange concept, and one somewhat at variance with the conventional, is that evolved by the Count de Gabalis concerning the immaculate conception, namely, that it represents the union of a human being with an elemental. Among the offspring of such unions he lists Hercules, Achilles, Æneas, Theseus, Melchizedek, the divine Plato, Apollonius of Tyana, and Merlin the Magician. Click to enlarge A SYLPH. From sketch by Howard Wookey. The sylphs were changeable entities, passing to and fro with the rapidity of lightning. They work through the gases and ethers of the earth and are kindly disposed toward human beings. They are nearly always represented as winged, sometimes as tiny cherubs and at other times as delicate fairies. Next: Hermetic Pharmacology, Chemistry, and Therapeutics
20 honest ‘Questions and Answers’ about Reptilians, starting with ‘What if?’.
1- ‘What if?’…
Q: Ancestral stories of old about reptilian shape-shifting humanoids are real?…
A: The ancient Hopi, Maya, Peru, Egypt, Africa, Mesopotamia, India, China, Japan, Australian Aboriginals, all knew about this.
Photo: Petroglyph in Peru depicting a man (center) shape-shifting (left) into a lizard (right). The Lizard-Man is also a common theme in Ancestral Puebloan petroglyphs.
2- ‘What if?’…
Q: Humans are not the first intelligent civilization to exist on Earth?…
A: There are reports of discoveries from around the world of underground tunnels, gigantic constructions, giant rock face and traces of advanced technology, predating Human history and existence.
Photo: The Bucegi Plateau in Romania is famous for its sphinx, but it also holds many large rock ‘formations’ with strange features. Recent reports talk about the discovery of an underground city of giant proportions with advanced…
As long as you’re not driving your car on a zigzag road on a misty morning, mist can be beautiful, mysterious and sometimes even magical.
There’s always this sense that something otherworldly might be hidden behind that cloudy veil. The idea that mist is something more than just tiny droplets of water that are suspended into the air is something that can be found in folklore and mythology too. So, here’s a brief list of some mythological worlds and folkloric creatures who are associated with mist or smoke.
The Tuatha Dé Danann are an elvish supernatural race from Irish mythology. They play a prominent role in many fascinating tales and I would like to explore these in a later blog post, but for now I would like to focus on something called the féth fíada. This word is used to describe a kind of mist that ensures that…
Fire Sign an Elemental Known as a Salamander sure can’t be this dangerous! Paracelsus descriptions from an article that resonated describe them as being dragon like, or resembling small bipedal lizards. I’ve never shared this publicly however I’ve got journal notes and sketches for a blog post on the matter, that I never seem to have time for… until now. Hope it sheds some light on the questions of “Reptilians”. At least the type of Reptilians I will cover have a warmer heart towards humanity, at least that is to their Fire Sign kin among the children of men, those born as an Aries, Leo or Sagittarius.
Shortly, within a month of the Cherokee Little People bestowing a weird ability to see my etheric body, something that took over a year and a half to realize it was actually a gift, what it really was, who gave it, and why. Being a member of the slow-learner club has its downsides as I’ll elaborate on regarding our “friends” the Reptillians.
Up until 2018, I was “normal” until I gifted some offerings outside a cave behind my home at the suggestion of a friend of mine who channels the Kotomble (Little People), thinking what could it hurt and maybe they’d give me some buried treasure or something, I left the sarcasm and doubting left-brain logic behind and went out and gave offerings and a brief informal introduction of myself, meditated about thirty minutes and left. About this time in January late or early February, I watched a presentation by Dr. Steve Barrel on Duke University’s Rhine Institute called “Scry Me a River” mostly it was about Dr. Raymond Moody’s cutting edge research with ancient technology from Greece in their Necronomocons using scrying vats of oil for grieving relatives of the deceased to have “the last word” and how therapeutic it was said to be Moody began working with black mirrors and small chamber in the office called psychomanteum.
Coming from a family with known psychic abilities, dad, aunts, and uncles all descendants of my great grandmother who seemed larger than life to me and branded the thought in my head there was more than meet’s the eye. As a small child growing up hearing about her work in and around my hometown, neighboring cities, and other states felt at times as if for a moment I was lifted from a nobody to some celebrity status, maybe my fifteen seconds of fame that’s said that we all get at some point in life. So no stranger to Magic and Psychic phenomenon the presentation left no doubt that this was my calling and I just received permission to try it from these two distinguished professionals, what could go wrong right?!
After Scry Me a River was finished I headed out to my shop and began making a mirror, blasting the black glossy finish with 432Hz Music pushing dry warm air over the painted finish. Before it was cured I’ put one of them into the frame, lit a candle placed it behind my recliner, killed the lights and so began a magical adventure that would completely change my life and everything I thought I knew about this reality… to this day and is ongoing. I wouldn’t change it for no amount of money as I’ve found friends, allies, and a somewhat surrogate family in the assorted interdimensional Beings I’d come to know and become intimately familiar with, but what unites us is our Great Mother, The living planet we share for our life. Sorry for veering off subject there, getting back to the “Lizard People”
So within minutes of testing out the freshly made black mirror a fleck of light catches my eyes now in a trance state looking through the thing void of thoughts or expectation. Then a pinpoint of greenish-blue light appears way off in the inner landscape of the black mirror and grows larger and larger as if it’s approaching from far away. As it nears I make out a greenish large snake-like python, recall I wanted to express my exhilaration and celebrate, it works, it works, it really works, but kept neutral calmed down and just let things unfold. This snake in very clear detail undulating just the other side of the glass begins to slip on my side of the glass and comes out and floats around my living room. I’m wanting to laugh thinking to myself, holy shit, holy cow. Then a blue skull forms and comes out into the room floating around like Python who by now had disappeared. Thinking at this point don’t overdo it, let it finish drying, and try again tomorrow night. Of course the next day I was excited and couldn’t wait to try this again.
Come sunset I was ready, black mirror, chair, candle. Began slowing breath and noticed smoke coming off of the mirror, the same foggy vapors thought I kept seeing while meditating by the cave the other day. Again Python, then the show would begin Confederate and Union soldiers, men and women wearing late 18th, 19th-century clothing emerging from mirror gliding around the room looking at the art hanging on the walls. The next night same thing except for Python the snake became a dragon-like-faced reptilian before disappearing leaving only the little three-foot something lizard guy walking up onto a chair facing me across the room. The closed curtains to a big bay window seemed to move and shimmer giving way to a scintillating waviness in the air like heat rising. All of a sudden another dragon-like reptilian hominid stepped into the room and onto a side table between two chairs at the sides of the window. Then another one appears to my left as if there were a hidden doorway in the room, three or four more would appear before they’d walk or float around watching me, occasionally summoning entities mostly deceased people from civil war or dressed in the early 1900s. Okay, this went on like this nearly every night and would last hours or I’d break and resume at midnight through three a.m. in the morning. Sometimes rays of sunlight would jar me to the reality that I’d been doing this all night. Seeing the value in this I began to write down my questions or queries that I felt my Great Grandmother could help me with but felt too inexperienced to summon her, what if I was wrong, in my inexperienced rush for answers I asked the reptilians that had once again appeared and filled the room.
Night after night nearly the same sequence of events would unfold and play out. After about three weeks I began to question them for answers, stating to them something like Wendy’s commercial “Where’s the beef” but “where’s the information”? Why can’t you talk or let me know? If I wanted to watch sci-fiction thrillers about LIzard men, I’d watched a movie or something I’d jokingly say but really meaning it. Realizing how much an investment of time this was as in trance time evaporates I realized that I can’t keep doing this, just for the novelty, I’d never exploit them or considered that I was wasting their time but their lack of talking, or saying anything bothered me. I didn’t know it at the time that they were indeed talking to me, but not only that answering questions using something I would later come to know very well as “mind speak”. So around the fourth week, same protocol, black mirror, white smoke, the big snake then the dragon people and what appeared alive ghostly human apparitions, some young to middle-aged women half-naked. Okay, I said in a firm but polite way I can’t keep this up for nothing, I’m here to help understand some inner trauma or wounds from childhood so as to Know myself” better, to become the best version of myself not only for me but for others, the world.
Again I asked them to speak to me and answer questions or I’d be ending these sessions. Acknowledged my appreciation for them appearing and for visiting but I couldn’t keep up at this pace without any results. So here we go, its almost like immediately after my plea the vibe in the room became heavy and serious, uh oh maybe I pissed them off ranting about if I wanted to watch science fiction Sleestacks and soft-porn I could watch TV or see that sort of baloney on my PC. Directly in front of me in the middle of the room, vivid green and the red-colored object begin to appear and drawing closer until it was three foot from me standing about three foot high, I know this will sound ridiculous, but it (he) was wearing a red velvet looking vest. Something was different or off about this, this one looked three-dimensional solid and not the slight hologram-like appearance. Notice something else that made me go hmm and that is there was what appeared to be a very thick glass between him and myself. The kind of glass used to watch atom bomb detonations. I thought this is strange and then began to ask him to identify himself and can he speak? Who are you guys and why don’t you speak or talk to me? All of a sudden it looked as if it was not only talking to me but screaming at me, I could not hear anything but seemed to almost feel its jaws snapping force in what became more violent thrashing. It was here that I broke trance for a moment and said to myself good god, if I didn’t know any better I’d swear it’s trying to slash me to pieces and devour me. Left me feeling a bit creepy and I terminated the session. Later that night again the consistent repeating unfolding protocol like precision clockwork led to similar results. Except for this time after the “Big Snake” part, I was left sitting there watching this white smoke pouring out of the mirror and seemed from my body. A bit alarmed I thought maybe this is what those people do who mysteriously spontaneously human combust are doing, yikes the possibility made me pause a second. I slowly allowed my gaze to try pinpointing the source which no doubt was emanating from my arms holding the mirror in my lap. I began to notice two snakes, eel-like bodied reptile beings just hanging out hoovering there. Awe how cool got some friends hanging waiting on the Dinozards, then the thought went south as I suggested to myself, Uhm I don’t think they’re here to visit, they’re feeding, shifting my view I could clearly see them “inhaling” my etheric body. I composed myself a bit and resumed the session asking where are you all, to my surprise, they began to appear in the living room. Sadly in my inexperience and lack of knowledge of what I was doing I asked them to change their appearance and communicate with me or dismiss themselves, politely of course. Upon my request, almost in the snap of a finger, they disappeared not knowing that I’d never see them again. That was nearly four years ago and have not had any encounters with them. They granted my wish and respected my will I guess and from that moment forward began to see lovely women who’d change into a mature motherly appearance before transforming into a grandmother or crone who’d appear gliding around the room in each transient form admiring some artwork I’d displayed. I said to myself, hey I like this, much better. Not long after I took it to the creek behind my house below the cave in a gorge to try hydromancy. The rest is history as I’ve become very familiar with so many types of beings both Elementals, Genius Locci, Faeries, Nunnehe*Mountain Angels, Tsukaloo (or the Cherokee Bigfoot), the Yunwi Tsundi (Little People) to whom I feel made all of this happen, the shyest of them all but gave me their time nightly for two years, the Yuwi Amaiyi Nehi (the Water Indians), Mermaids, Underwater Panther, Rock/Stone People, Tree Nymphs (dryads), what I think are possibly Sasquatch like beings, the Forest Giants who introduced themselves into my life after using honorific Japanese to Summon (more like politely request as conjure and summon isn’t exactly what I felt I was doing) the Yunwi Tsundi to come to play music, dance, smoke some tobacco. I’ve had so many mind-blowing times with these beings that I feel a bond beyond anything I can describe. They helped transmute what had become a semi-mundane reality into a life supercharged with sacred enchanted magick.
To summarize what the takeaway of my “comment” is this; These small lizard-like beings were Salamanders or Fire Elementals, this took me over a year or two to come to this realization after reading some of Paracelsus’s work on the subject. I’m an Aries Fire sign and no stranger to flames but a complete newbie to the rulers of fire until these sessions began. Next is they were communicating with me the entire time since day one and actually did answer every inquiry I’d asked them, it just didn’t occur the way I expected as they use “mind speak” and during this time new ideas, out of nowhere something like “search for this _” thinking at the time it was my thoughts yet sort of awed that I’d think to look up or research this or that. They taught me in their own highly intelligent way how to stave off panic and fear during trance and encounters with the beings that would follow. Somehow taught me the proper way of talking and communication with a firm yet polite twist all the while staying light-hearted, friendly, and shining forth the inner child to acknowledge and appreciate all of them even at times scary ones or situations.
The day I can make a post in fewer words than my average number of pages, is the day I become a writer, an artist in the conveyance of most knowledge and understanding in the fewest words. Hope it will add to the information on Reptillian Beings as Fire Elementals, just as Mermaids, Undines are Water Elementals, Sylphs, and Faeries Air, Little People, Gnomes Earth Elementals. These four elementals have one thing in common except Water..wow she’s got memory and can show us anything! What’s in common that is they use Ether (or Spirit) the 5th Element to travel, come and go.. another paper or book in itself!
Anyways each Elemental can be your protective angel or your worst nightmare the choice is ours who or what role they become in our lives I think. I’d get along with a devil if I have to,just because everything and everyone in this realm (middle world) has a purpose not all bad, not all good. But just in case all isn’t as it seems my scaly brethren and kin did the greatest thing by addressing my queries on Native American sky portals for post mortem navigation to the celestial lands of our ancestors if one so chooses.
To Silence the Mind or Befuddle it for some cessation from thought streams… to the extent you distract it long enough to catch a glimpse of the Universe and experience awareness of the “Falcon” energy.
This may very well be one of my worst blog posts ever. I just don’t care, and letting spill out what ever way it does. One of these days, I’ll be a real writer and maybe can come back to this, revisit it and make a better writing from this material.
A method of breath control using backwards counting down of numbers from 11 or more like burning the candle from both ends that came to me yesterday whilst meditating on a vortex.
Start with 11 and do slow inhalation and slow exhalation then go to 1 for same slow cycle, then go to 10, then 2, then 9, then 3, then 8, then 4, then 7, then 6, then 5, then 4, then 7, then 3, then 8 then 2, then 9, then 1 then back to 10, then 0, then back to 11. All must equal 11 or the total summation of addition equal 11. By using the initiatory grades of the Ordo Templi Orientis or the A::A or other Mystery school or Secret Society that uses 11 in their Grades.
Seated in the Asana I typically use these days on a known vortex, or on certain segments of Telluric Field Lines that in the past thru the present continue to produce creative inspiration and solutions to hard-to-solve issues and dilemma from the psychological end to the material fix on broken tools, or broken souls. I was called an arm-chair psychologist by a psychologist who dared me to try and match her wit and intelligence. I declined but am still a firm pretty sure knower that the next age we all transition into whether as our selves as human beings, or as the new improved model cyborg android trans-human units. Most people read this far or hear me discuss won’t tune in for my saying I’ve not had a TV since 2003 and source most of my content from my heart or gut. Reckon it’s all brain functions but swear the stuff that nails it like a sharp shooter feels like heart or the sensation of a certain resonance to truth or knowing in the gut area. Think it’s called claircognizant, or as my father says or calls it, “Ma Power”. It took me a while to begin connecting dots to all the how’s, why’s and all but the short version of all this in my humble opinion is summed up by saying it’s all sciences that have been intentionally hidden, shunned ridiculed or otherwise tabooed in our society and academia, well that is for the main stream printed in text books misleading or attention diverting theory and theorems. Oh here we go, White Smoke! Tezcatlipoca, Obsidian Smoking Mirror and God of the Underworld, the Counter to Quetzalcoatl, the devil in Mesoamerican Lore and Myth, a most precious gift from my shy but real neighbors, the Yunwi Tsundsi~ Cherokee Little People of all three clans. And before going further a big bow to knee forehead to ground in respect and acknowledging the dignity, and accomplishments in navigation of Earth Telluric Field Lines, Crisscrosses, and Vortexes (ie. Portals) Okay I said it, to the Portal Magicians: The Adawehi, the Magicians or Wizards clan also known as the Green Corn People or the Red Paint Clan who were/are a clan of the Eastern Band of the Cherokee First Nations People who once lived in the lands and surrounding hills that I call home. It is unto these hills I was born to find and learn and finally to die but sharing the wisdom I’ve received from an Intelligence that is very much alive and real here on these sacred grounds I call home, the like spring water percolating from deep underground cisterns a natural knowledge bank can be tapped and used for the betterment of all sentient beings on this planet. I’ve had so many what I’d call legit, out of the box ideas, answers to unsolvable riddles (lies) in our history books. I will do a more detailed write up on the following:
The Ohio Serpent Mound is a map to the site of Atlantis and marks a portal for a short cut the spiral of the tail and the serpentine sinusoidal curves, just overlay it over the Yucatan Peninsula the open mouth of the snake the Egg is Atlantis, the curves of the snake the mountain range than runs from Yucatan to the Arizona area of the tail or spiral representing a portal. A common as above so below theme easily seen here is the occurrence of meteoric activity such as the cataclysmic Gulf of Mexico, Dino Extinguishing event and the Ohio Serpent Mound site also ground zero for smaller Meteoric event. Thins the veil with immense pressure acutely piercing fabric of Etheric matrix.
White smoke or fumes of the oracle of Delphi is basically white smoke, the “Ether” physics curriculum either through error or intention has occulted this basic building block of our Universe and Reality. The fumes the rise from the cracks isn’t this or that you’ll hear’em say on the history channel… it’s Ether the stuff Mickelson and Morley Experiment proved non-existence while electronic tech corporations have capitalized by their exclusive knowledge as trade secret. It’s not Woo Woo, it’s occulted science not meant for me or you. It was her own Ether that was witnessed and not some mystery fumes, ooooowoe!
The Balls in Scotland, I forget their name but oh no so many professionals have their idea and theories on what they are, etc. I can’t believe it, it’s so simple, again not me but my friends at Gaia’s Library! Lol… they’re three dimensional representations of the actual universe or world we live in as human beings in 3-D in Plant and Animal Kingdoms/Realms. It a sphere of the underworld, the middle world where we reside, and the upper world. That’s it. It’s the Shamans construct no matter the country or area of Earth in the past.
The (Under World) is depicted as the Serpent, a Dragon, The Upper World is depicted as the Eagle (Upper World). Since Forever these two duke it out as who get’s control and rule of the beings in the Middle World, chiefly us, the human beings with 3-dimensional digestive systems. Right now, I’m afraid it appears we’re being led into an Eagle or possibly a Falcon controlled civilization that could herald another dark age instead of the golden age foretold by sages and mages around the world since the last reset or change of guard from a Serpent dominated civilization such as Atlantis or the Hedonistic Sodom on prizes knowledge to all that tends to lead to hedonistic societies to the tighter controlled Eagle or Upper World Rule, the slaves shall serve which at it’s extreme leads to authoritarian dictorship, or a tyrannical form of government, the other to the current Eagle Rule, just check out country flags and birds, it’s Upper World Rule, Stars and Birds, Thunder Birds. Tyrannical Government isn’t far from Tyrannosaurus Rex meat eating giant lizard, and the word ‘Govern” in Latin is to control. While Ment, or Mente in Latin is mental or mind. So to sum it up, a savage meat eating blood spilling mind controlled beast all humans in past/current dark age have turned over their keys to the show or to themselves….to this!?
This time long foretold the crowned and conquering child, Horus the Falcon Headed god of Egypt. We are crowned, hence Corona. We if given the chance will self rule, self heal, self teach, and basically be our own damn GURU, Guru Gee, Guru r u!, You Are Guru, U, R, U, G you are your own guru. No more middle men, from religions to doctors we shall become self-empowered to rule ourselves in a new civilization should it be wisely guided. It goes over my head how technocracies with puppet leaders, the children of deep state, the so-called tech titans with their patented viruses, adreno-chrome labs fueling the demigod lifestyle of royalty and ruling elite behind the scenes. Nothing new under the sun.
6. The Gig is Up for those in the world who haven’t voluntarily surrendered your sovereignty, Welcome! You’re on the Way to 5-D….Conrats!~ you faced goliath and listened to your heart, and said I ain’t gonna take this and do something that is absolutely makes no sense to my simple good ole boy mind, I didn’t cower from fear of a common cold type of virus that for most is virtually no more deadly than the flu at it’s worst, a plead for a savior, a “CORPORATION” to save the day, that is to “save me” it doesn’t take a conspiracy theorist to see this one coming! Since when do for profit corporation really care for anything or anyone but their own shares or wellbeing at the expense of the Earth and innocense. I’m not the smartest ape in the canopy but really this didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure our or discern. Totally surrendering your common sense to a DNA altering nanobot technologies that since jab day 24/7, every second, and split second these assemblers busy at work constructing wet ware, or circuits from protein strands, using conductive materials likely sourced in GMO human feed in a plyrotha of form as fresh fruits and vegetables to the more commonly suspect and known carriers of such black magic cauldron cocktail brew of the devils most slick stunts pulled on mankind in recent collective history! It’s absolutely evil genius and give the puppet masters (the guys behind the puppets; Bezos, Zuckerberg’s, Gates, Musk and there are others, these young “geniuses “that created the worlds leading technologies somehow out of a garage. Okay beam me up scotty~! The heart or gut will scream this, followed by a little digging or research on them or their families leads to obvious conclusions. I wanna laugh, and I do laugh at them. I’m nothing. Nearly penniless from covid, never invented anything or done much for humanity… until now, I’m doing my best to put my mind that hermit, reclusive thing that’s sucked up as much knowledge and experiential knowledge as I could hold for one life time, and thanks to so-called “Fae” or Faeries, a very real race of beings more real than most people I know yet beautifully hidden or have options of opting out of the affairs of the children of men or tinkering with them if they chose. They basically kicked me outta the cave and my zabuton! Said you can’t take it with you when you die, get out there and become who you seek to become. I’m like huh?, what..? Okay, I’ll share any all that you all (the Fae) have shared or learned me up on as well as the written works on the backs of masters who’s lifetime works I read in the years since stepping onto similar paths walked by Mayan, Aztec Tezcatlipoca Priest Kings, the plant poison plant left handed path (I’m an Aries with little patience, don’t think I’ll try a shortcut in a heartbeat so long as none are harmed (except perhaps myself through some of the ordeals self-imposed upon myself for temporary dissolution of ego and to abide in the eternal awareness of heightened consciousness of higher mind, the Universe becoming aware of itself sort of feeling. Walking in close lockstep with Paracelsus, Levi, Crowley, Yeats, Tibetan Lamas, Monks, Zen Masters, Egyptian, Kabbalistic Esoteric Qabalah, Alchemy, Hermetic Systems of Knowledge fraternities such as the OTO, Golden Dawn, Witchcraft from folk to high magick, Native American Wisdom, Shamanic and Trance workings and my own mix as an apprentice to the Appalachian version of the Tuatha De Dannan, or the Fae! The bottom line is it’s all about “ENERGY” all else is woo woo. Know this and know Thyself!
To the best of my knowledge I seem to be the only person who has had a month long nightly gathering of my Zodiacal Sun Sign Elementals in my living room. Okay I’ll admit it sounds crazy as it comes, I got to meet some really intelligent lizard people or reptilians of short stature, more like a dinosaur like faces and bipedal, or two-leggeds. They delivered, any question I had about the mysteries of my self they had answers. They’re Salamanders or Fire Elementals reported per Paracelsus to resemble colored lizard beings. Shape shifters and most definitely tricksters. Out of stupidity I asked them to leave or change their form which they did, and I never laid eye upon one since, although I guess I could try at some point… as a Fire Sign they’re kind of like kin folk. And the only colored ones beside shades of green where ones that wore a red velvet vest! They showed me more than I knew and those sessions to this day reveal the secret workings of the occult, and subconscious mind. They were basically very instrumental in helping me your humble author in unfucking myself!
Reason I stopped “Conjuring” or “Seeking Elementals or Spirits to work with. The number one reason was my head was maxed out, with dozens of accounts, actual experiences with the many types of interdimensional beings, both living what I’d call people or beings, as well as what appear to be ghosts or the residual imprints of people or what’s left of their energy bodies or layers. Like the body they too will dissolve into nothing or transfer the residual energy constructs back into the Ethers. I’d reached a point of maximum input and minimum output, not the mention the sheer time and resources it takes to do this sort of thing which takes up a lot of time and guess you could say money cause you can’t work a 9-5 and be Wizard!
The Condor and the Eagle – In the Works, has already Happened
The Warriors of the Rainbow – Is Happening Now
The Blue Kachina –Is happening Now
Native Americans and Agenda 21 or Agenda 30 – Does Indigenous people around the world stand a chance of reclaiming rewilded lands of their ancestral pre-white settler / colonization times as stated in these New World Order proclamations!? And if so would they let a white devil bodied Indian Soul wannabe chose to rewild among tribes with this opportunity?
Is reaching your own conclusions on reality our own or in itself a sort of co-opted option perceived as self-chosen and concluded? Who can ever be sure about anything in these realms. This is why the Native American Mound builders culture or death cult of south eastern united states was so popular and covered the united states from the Atlantic to Pacific shore lines with millions of stone and earthen mounds said to be guides for the dead or energy bodies of the dead to use a post mortem navigation to a exit portal at the top of the upper world’s sky dome just under the belt of Orion, said by the North and South American Indians as a severed hand at the wrist with an eye in it or “Ogee” a portal. Let that sink in really good, why in the world would a native American person be so hell bent on exit outta here when they lived in once pristine virgin forests and lands teaming with wildlife and crystal-clear waters teaming with water beings, alive with all sorts of fish. Why, Who in their right mind would think it so bad that villages from coast to coast were lining up to take the magically timed ritual of the dead’s exit to lands of the ancestors out of the three worlded matrix of everlasting cycles of birth and death! And why if there is any truth to this, weren’t we told anything about it? With the Smithsonian taking barges out to see to dump skeletons of giants, priest kings ruling class elite of most mound complexes. The Smithsonian needs to be called out for what it is, an instrument and tool of ignorance. Those responsible should be resumed from their graves and dumped in the ocean as the First Peoples Ancestors remains were treated, basically like garbage. The building and museum should stand forever as a testimate of limits that tyrannical rule will go to occult truth from populace of dumbed down human beings, near equals to farm animals and lab rats in the cold steely eye of the Falcon or Eagle.
That’s it for now, there’s more? Oh yeah, I just gotta stop typing for now. I’ll be glad when speech to text is perfected.
..Fill your heart with love. Open it, leave it vulnerable without fear. They scan our energy signature and know ahead of time who they’re dealing with
By Far, I’ll have to admit that having a face to face with one of these Mysterious Giants of the Forest has got to be hands down the most adrenaline producing encounters I’ve ever had and each time leaves me feeling almost like a “high”. Maybe the sort of buzz someone gets when actually doing the impossible or living through a death defying stunt of some kind or another. Over time however meeting these unimaginably intelligent beings the “Gatekeeper Game” diminishes and you’re met with, at least for me doing this in the same area and location, familiar faces. The funny thing is the females never confronted me with the baring of teeth, facial expressions of utter contempt or even hatred of human beings as the males did from the get go and continued on and on quite a bit into early conversations with these most amazing beings, the original Two Leggeds, our Big Elder Brothers are quite impressive to say the least. Not just in height and girth, but equally as such intellectually, witty, and extremely praeterhuman intelligence like you’ve never experienced before. And after the vicious displaying of their large mouths, teeth including two to four prominent canines what next? This savage display of jaw snapping and mouth movements inches from your face, at least every time for myself personally this would unfold like this, then would give way to a smile that seemed to convey, eeehh heeee, little chuckle as if they were just joking with me to see if they could scare me to death. This was always followed by what I can only describe as the warmest friendliest smile on planet earth. Unlike the smiles we get from our fellow man and woman, not sure if sincere or not… these smiles never left any doubt to me and I’d follow their lead slowly letting myself smile yet withholding the urge to just laugh in what amounted in higher levels of joy and bliss of living through that initial face to face followed by a “gotcha” chuckle-smile, that gave way to a compassionate smile of a dear friend or loving relative. It’s weird I know but quite enjoyable, yet very repeatable at least the last few times I had these encounters. By then it was familiar faces without the gate keeper type engagements with previously known males I’d encountered before immediately getting down to the business or medicine at hand; via Mind-speak. I learned a lot from them and forever grateful for these experiences they shared with their human counterpart, their “Younger Brother.”
According to them and from First Nations Tribal Peoples of North America, Star Beings or the Star People came down and hunted these Giants holding them in their Flying Shields, in breeding experiments against their will, basically raped them, producing the first Human Beings. In the Emergence out came the Two Leggeds, then in the time of the Emergence, came the Sons and Daughters of Man, small and without hair, dressed in skins of all the living creatures, dancing the dance of the heavens and stars, dancing the dance of the Mother and the Moon. Creatures of the Earth, Stay Strong, Our Younger Brother has to grow up and when this time comes your peace will emerge once again as you inherit a restored Mother Earth free of Younger Brother either through global wide death or in the maturity and growing up from the unwanted creations of demiurge design to something akin to our Big Elder Brothers, minus the “Big” of course to become “Elders” ourselves someday soon.
Well the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. Are you ready to get to really know yourself? Are you the kind of person ready to embrace the Truth in all It’s appearances as the “Good the Bad and the Ugly”? Have you done any shadow work, that is self-retrospection at the seeds of your drives, motives and behaviors? Can you tell the difference from your waking consciousness (Sun) from your sub conscious (Moon)? How does these sort of questions have anything to do with seeing the Forest Giants, Sasquatch? They have everything to do with having an encounter. First off like any Beings of the Fae folds, they don’t even fool with most humans, especially ones who venture into their territories who’ve lived without any self introspection, the narcissist, the bully, the know-it-all, the too serious, the too tense, the doubting “unbeliever”, the overly enthusiastic “believer”, the armchair _anything _, the outer brave and inner coward, those who cling to their worldly lives, those who take and take, never giving as much as they take, the one-upppers, those whose hearts are hard and cold and those who speak of Love yet have little to nothing in their hearts. If anyone interested in contacting these Beings feel they have any of the shortcomings listed above, personally I’d rethink trying to contact them or any of the Fae Beings until deep healing inner workings are done. Doing so is proceeding at your own risk and the author is hereby free of legal and karmic liability. For the record, I’m no angel, maybe a little crazy, but certainly not a devil nor is my body a vehicle for their use during periods of mindlessness.
I offer the following tips in the Light to which they given when I received them. If you’re a doubter or a disbeliever most likely, the worst case scenario would be simply nothing will appear and you’ll realize that you’re alone in the woods. Then if that reality sends electric pangs of panic throughout your body with no way to control it until you finally find the flashlight in your jacket then know you haven’t been honest with yourself. Perhaps reread the previous paragraph, print it out and take it to some teacher or guru you feel comfortable with and get to work knowing thyself first! On the other hand if you can muster up this loving awareness of interconnectedness, that all things are alive, even the Earth Herself and acknowledging your surroundings of rocks, soil, trees, water, plants as beings with an intelligent equal to or greater than your own, the chances of contact increase significantly. Especially when working with the Fae or any of their subgroups, including Elementals and Nature Spirits.
This is not an out or an excuse by the author to explain why if you perform the following steps with no results or why nothing is happening. Honestly if you’re heart isn’t in the right place and should one appear and fear should overcome you, I think they could kill or render the mind insane for life. They scan every human who ventures unwittingly into their realms, who unknowingly crosses paths or who blindly brushes by a hairs width from contact never knowing how close they were to one of these “invisible” Giants. These steps will in fact bring you face to face with an encounter or experience within the thin line between our Human world, the here and now, and the inter-dimensional realms teaming with life that dwarfs the lifeforms we’re all familiar with here in the human – animal Middle World. As per the request of the “Fae of the Appalachian Mountains” I am sharing everything and not withholding nothing so please read on if you the reader feels like they’re ready to start down the road that once ventured down a stretch one finds there is no return. But sometimes no return to a mundane life is just in fact what flips the switch on in life to overdrive into living an enchanted and magical life beyond your wildest dreams.
With no further ado, here are some basic steps with tips and foot notes from my journals working with them.
Firstly you must put yourself into their territories or in a thoroughfare, entrance way into or out of some places the frequent. So how do you find the ultimate Big Foot, Sasquatch romping grounds? Check out some of the names of creeks, ridges, caves, hills, mountains, knobs, unusual rock formations that have the name “Devil’s” _____ recorded on maps, or handed down word of mouth. For example; Devil’s Creek, Devil’s Cave, Devil’s Courthouse, etc. For some reason, as the saying goes; “where there’s smoke there’s usually a fire!” Early Missionaries and the flood of white Christian settlers inherited the names and or from experiencing frequent encounters with these hairy devils. Yes, they were called hairy devils or devils by the whites who from their captivity in European Oligarch-Church villages sharecropping on borrowed land and having themselves been wrangled from their own Animistic-Shamanic Tribes a thousand years earlier had lost the tender embrace of Mother Nature that had been replaced by indoctrination, brutal rape, torture and murder of their ancestors and now found themselves landless peasants, rudderless in a sea of ignorance engineered by the very forces that put them in such helpless positions in life and that currently ruled nearly every aspect of their lives, their minds, bodies, spirit and soul. The American Indian and the Black races of Africa would soon endure the same sort of systematic break down of their cultures, the severing of ancestral memories and the brutality that comes at the hands of Europe’s indoctrinated children upon the face of the Earth to all races, plant and animal life that leads right up to the now, the poor state of the world that we, all the colors and races of the children of man find ourselves in. So don’t let the “Devil” scare you from venturing out into these places of known weirdness, of high strangness with history of frequent “Devils” in the vicinity. If by chance you live in a city, state or country that doesn’t have any nomenclature of this sort (then you’re definitely not in the USA). In this case here is how you would go about locating and finding a suitable spot to setup and spend time trying contact. As with most any Fae Beings, Nature Spirits, or Elementals their habitats are a dead give away.
Find running water like a large stream that has been around a few then thousands of years, a creek, a little river or a river. You can tell or approximate age based on the weathering on the stones in and around the banks. If possible spend time in nature, state parks, national parks and lands unless you have access to these type of settings on private land the better. Feel using your heart and not your mind a sacred spot usually it will be I’ve found in my own workings some unusual outcropping of hard granite type of bedrock cut and ground by the water well away from human habitation. The most inhospitable spots for human habitation the better. There seems to be a connection between granite or other hard stones and boulders in or around creek/river banks and the inter-dimensional travel to and from their regularly frequented Middle World terrains or landscapes they prefer. When the heart leaps out at the place that calls it then take a moment, clear the mind of thought and ask with respect and humility may I have a seat nearby and connect with your form, beauty, uniqueness and power. If you feel uneasy or get some vibe other than sure please have a seat, then move on to another spot. Maybe try again later on another day until you receive permission to do so. Don’t worry, as you’ll find Nature is alive and throbbing with vibrant intelligent conscious energy just like you and me. They’ll virtually come out of the wood works, stones, trees and waters one they become aware of your purest intentions and good will to acknowledge them and to get to know them. Like most anyone we know including ourselves, we love it when we’re acknowledges and given the invitation to tell a little bit about ourselves. To me, there’s little difference between a human shining than a stone or tree shining when asked how are you, tell me about yourself, and told how beautiful you or they are by someone who genuinely cares. *Keyword – here is genuine. Once this sort of connection is made with the Nature of the area and a sacred place has called out to your heart, have a seat and congratulations, you’re half way there. Begin by getting comfortable, lean up against a tree to loosen your muscles especially the neck upper and lower as well as upper and lower back as you slow your breath ever so slower and slower without gasping for an inhalation or after an exhalation. It should be so slow and imperceptible that should an onlooker be watching you they’d think you quit breathing. But not to fear after five to ten minutes you’ll be highly aware of yourself and your surroundings. Keep this up until it feels natural and comfortable but resist the urge to fall asleep. After about ten to fifteen minutes of calming the mind and reducing the thinking mind, open your eyes if they were closed and look in the direction of the special place you’ve found, a rock outcropping, boulder in the water, some unique land formation that called you to the place. Ever so gently let your gaze “soften” and relax until it begins to feel your eyes are going slightly cross-eyed. Remember, soft and easy, no strains on the eyes. Don’t try to force it, the eyes will find this sweet spot on their own. Now continue the breath exercises with this sort of gaze, what I call a trance inducing gaze. This should go down in the dark at the earliest twilight, as most inter-dimensional beings for some reason are always found betwixt or in between things such as light and darkness of twilight or that of dawn at day break. Especially for the Forest Giants I’ve found after twilight through midnight to around 3:30 am to right before sunrise before dawn is best times. Feel free to practice during the afternoon until twilight to get a feel of the area and what you’re about to get into. Usually even in the daylight you may receive signs that you’re on track in a myriad of ways that will leave no doubt that you’ve attracted the attention to some intelligence in the wilds of Nature. In my own case, I stumbled upon them by accident waiting for the Little People to come out and play music and dance something that I was doing regularly most nights when it was clear and warm, ie., nights free of rain and heavy moisture.
Second step is to raise your vibration, that is to increase your body’s vibrational frequency. There are a number of ways of accomplishing this such as for example playing some music that makes you want to move or dance to. Take a Bluetooth wireless speaker with you and some downloaded favorite tunes no matter what they are if they bring you up, bring them out when you try this. If seated by a running stream or any body of water of stream size to a river, just let the sound of the water take any negative, fearful, doubting, worry or stress related thoughts and wash them out. This is what water is known for traditionally in all cultures around the world, it has a known refreshing, replenishing, rejuvenating affect on our minds. Once this mental cleansing has taken place if not already before entering the forest, begin cultivating love, yes, the purest intent, and purest love you can possibly muster up for everything in your new forest environment, the sandy bank, let it know how beautiful and comfortable it is, let the trees, the stones, the water, everything know how grateful you are to be in their presence and thank them from the heart for letting you sit a spell and admire their beauty. You can’t hide ulterior motives or intention from Nature and her kind, so it’s usually a good idea to state your intentions for coming and why. Again key point is honesty with purest intention. You can say something of the sort, I come here to meet (if it’s your first time doing this) the vast intelligence and delicate beauty of Nature in all that surrounds me. To partake in your divine beauty and get to know each and every one of you as you feel comfortable revealing. I also seek the beings of the interdimensional realms such as any beings of the Fae Realms, especially those known as the Forest Giants. This followed by a brief explainantion why, I usually say something like this but use your own wording with what feels aligned to your reasons; I seek their medicine, I seek to learn as much as they’re willing to share. So that I may begin the Great Work of knowing myself which is the first step of my own evolution, so that I may become a being fit to coexist in harmony and peace to precious Mother Earth, harming none, loving all without exceptions. This may sound overboard or hoke to some but anything less than your utmost adoration will produce no “fruit” . Sometimes you may not feel up to par, or not finding yourself exuding with gratitude and having little love for sticks and stones. This is where you must learn how to “hack” your mind. It is hack-able and will produce the results you’re seeking times a thousand if you’ll just give it a serious try. Here are a few pointers on “hacking” the mind to get the results you seek.
One of the ways of Hacking the mind is to know and hold firmly that if you can trick it into believing or thinking that you’re seeing some supernatural phenomenon then it will like say, “Okay, hell you got me, here enjoy your new reality” otherwise the mind acts something like a filter of the brain to sort out anything between the colors red and violet and anything withing the range of human audible sound spectrum of 20-20,000 Hz. Just know that we are bombarded by light waves and sound frequencies far outside the lower and upper limits imposed upon our limited perceptions. So knowing a little about our Pineal Glands is paramount in that we eat natural organic foods, especially fruits and vegetables that look like brains or pine cones such as pineapple, avocados, or have colors of the Pineal glands chakra light waves of indigo, purple or violet colored fruits vegetables. Learning to chant or throat sing will usually make this gland vibrate, get to know your Pineal Gland, it’s your friend and the Gateway Portal to Heaven from entombment in the flesh. It is enemy number one for thousands of years by the ruling elite who have employed silent weapons for quite wars on the human being’s Pineal Gland. This tiny little birch tree like katkin wouldn’t harm a fly… and that’s part of the problem. As a gateway to the spiritual worlds, a passage into realms inhabited by light beings (angels and benevolent beings) it is a powerhouse of human potential and accessing higher realms there is great compassion for all living things. While self empowerment and compassion is counter to the will of these 1% it is an obstacle to these ruling elite who run things down here in the middle world, and to whom think the spiritual realms and the gifts that come with experience are reserved for the rulers of this world only and definitely not the business of their subjects. Remember how they’ve taken us from our Tribes by force and cut our ancestral memories forever? These were once our birth rights, from Animistic Shamanic Tribes of our distant past and severed ancestral lines. For our lot can’t be wasting time in these realms in any numbers as their bottom line begins to weaken and loose it’s profit and kingdom building potential. If left unfettered, the human populations would have dwindled down to dangerously low proportions in their onward upward ascension that natural process all life goes through as it evolves into ever higher being, that which would seriously put a dent in the lifestyles of demigods who float around in their heavenly breakaway civilizations built on the blood, sweat and tears of the hundreds of millions kingdom builders, that is you and me, “us” the other 99%ers who have unknowingly served in their scheme of things in our “normal” realities we’re born into and die out of. I include this sort of information in this post and in an effort to keep it on topic and this sort of divergence brief yet essential to understanding the mystery between your eyes as you read this. Most folks have this gland but due to these efforts to rid the gland in our heads, most pineal glands in the modern world have calcified or turned to stone through the introduction of fluoride, glyphosate, heavy metals and WIFI frequencies in the 2.4 gigahertz range. Four things found heavily saturated in today’s environments of the Americas, especially the USA. Rudolf Steiner predicted over a hundred years ago that large corporations would seek to remove the souls of human beings* see footnote cited source. That time is now. Use it or loose it for very soon we all may never have the faculty of sensing these realms. And it is emphasized here most importantly to remind the reader that without this gland none of this works. Without it forever we will be cut off from inter-dimensional awareness and true knowledge of ourselves. Forever wandering the material realms of the Middle World with no hope of ascension or evolving into higher spiritual beings. For this reason, the Fae reached out to me in almost what I’d describe as a desperate plea to wake up to what’s going on and enlighten as many people as possible with their message. For the end is near for human populations. Even though we’re not too well thought of in the realms of these Fae beings for the harm we’ve caused over the past few thousand years they know we’ve been deceived and indoctrinated from birth by these ruling classes. And as our bodies share the same flesh, blood and bones as most of Earth’s children we’re still a part of the family no matter of how our origins began with stories of genetic modifications, hybridization and breeding programs of a cold calculating race of creator “gods” known as Elohim. While we’ve brought Earth to her knees, make no mistake, human beings will be removed like over night in cosmic time while the Earth has Billions of years to recover to our individual lifespans of 80 years or so. To delve further in ways to decalsify the pineal gland and get it functioning to it’s highest potential I’d suggest to the reader to do their own research and draw their own conclusions on the matter and hopefully find a efficient technique that produces measurable results. Some suggestions from the author of this post before moving on, would be to buy and consume Shilajet capsules, organic diet of juicing detoxes, fasting, sun gazing and daily meditation focusing on the middle eye and or a single candle light to awaken it from it’s tomb of stone.
* “In the future, we will eliminate the soul with medicine.Under the pretext of a ‘healthy point of view’, there will be a vaccine by which the human body will be treated as soon as possible directly at birth, (1) so that the human being cannot develop the thought of the existence of soul and Spirit.. To materialistic doctors, will be entrusted with the task of removing the soul of humanity. Rudolf Steiner (1861-1925).
Now I will share with the reader one of the secrets to seeing any inter-dimensional being or spirits and that is what I call “White Smoke” or officially known as “Ether” or the “Etheric Body” Just this simple word Ether alone screams a post dedicated to what it is, why it’s mostly hidden and kept out of academia, and what plans are for it’s existence in the future of humanity. If you will practice the art of seeing your body’s etheric double or that of someone else you’ll go far in seeing any spirit, Big Foot, Fae, Little People, etc. I will hold dedicated space below on how to learn to see yours and that of anything or anyone. But it’s best and most exciting to see your own first and take this into the forest with you and as the breath and relaxing the eyes gaze techniques are used outlined earlier, to watch for the wafting of these gentle vapors that rise or emanate from the human body begin to come into clear view, know my dear friends you have or on the threshold of the their worlds! I’ll go into greater details on the Ether and how to see it. But before closing this post will leave a parting shot, a helpful tip. When performing some of the suggested techniques covered in this post, keep an eye out for faint vapors rising, wafting up into your field of view.
Be patient and aware of their existence and natural part of your bodies energetic makeup and layers. One more final, final tip is to covet and nurture apophenia and pareidolia two words derived from ancient Greece for the minds eye’s ability to perceive a face in the clouds or in the trees, never discount these but incorporate into your methods of inducing trances. By suspending the minds belief of something as not real, or doubts and just go with it like pretending it is real and suppressing the doubting functions of our minds filtering mechanisms you’d be surprised how many times through suspension of doubt, knowing that what I was seeing was just an interplay of shadow, light, foliage and a breeze soon became a procession of Little People. Was it then I was witnessing an illusion? No, the suspension of normally held beliefs of doubt and rational left brained mind kept at bay long enough to trick the mind into releasing the filter grip it has on our input ports this in turn caused a sharp increase in adrenaline and serotonin which raised the vibration, slip-shot the mind into the space known as the Veil, or Rending the Veil, Parting the Veil. Once this happens and you witness what lies just the other-side, then like an avalanche of truth too massive for the mind to stave off you’ll find yourself plunged into another world with beings that with repeated ventures into this realm, that you’ll come to know as familiar and dare I say dear Friends!
An account of being accosted by familiar and known interdimensional beings that reside on one of many of the magical hills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, in Western North Carolina. An unexpected visit by Nature Spirits, Hidden Folk, The Fae and instantly upon request The Genius Loci of this Place flanked by two Nunnehei as tall as the trees.
Without warning, or my intention, no conjure, nor summoning them, they came. A sudden appearance of the various races of Hidden Folk of this Place… One of the many Sacred Grounds known to the Ancient Native American Tribe, the Cherokee.
I braced for it, the impact of vapor-like seemingly self-luminous beings or spirits that I’m too familiar with here. It’s not daily but weekly occurrence and frankly I’ve got used to it, and maybe I should be a bit more concerned. Still not sure what these phantom like vapor clouds are, but the interdimensional beings that come out of them seem alright. Heck ice notice the white smoke rolling off my body so much thought I was about to spontaneously human combust! I’m not too sure but think the land may have something to do with this but to what extent, not there yet however I’ve came a long way about ley lines spirit lines, Fairy lines, geopathic stress and and basically Earth geomagnetic field lines that have been known historically as places of high strangeness. Where I live between two large creek beds, belonging to the same body of water as it approaches and passes parallel to my east facing property line. Then the creek takes a sharp left bend as it continues it’s flow away from my property parallel to the flow downstream. I live on top of steep ridge at the tip of the bend where below the creek appears to perform a moat-like function as it wraps around the land on three sides. There’s steep cliffs on sides or gorges where the water has ground its way through solid granite bedrock rich with a matrix of Crystal Quartz veins and likely solid Quartz at the core.
It’s hard to describe it’s a dangerous landscape for small children as well as adults who get lost at night misled by the Will’OWisps light or fright. Some follow it others run, either way leads a downfall, maybe you could say I live on a mountain pan handle or sort of like a peninsula situated a few hundred feet above the banks of a big creek located in the mountains of rural Boondocks County, North Carolina. Basically it’s not ideal human habitat, but absolutely best habitat for the Fae with the running waters, hard granite, caves, cliffs, and rocky outcroppings. It appeared to be vacant pristine mountain property when I purchased it. I had no idea how popular it was for interdimensional people. And how many of these different sorts actually live in and around here in and out of our dimensions, and unknown to most human kind.
Here we go again I thought, as my body involuntarily began tucking elbows, head and chin inwards, like a standing fetal position it tensed itself for the impending collision of Spirit and three-dimensional Matter. With thousandths of a second remaining before impact, in the timelessness of my mind’s sacred space of pure consciousness, thoughts of what is about to happen, what’s this all about, why now at this time, what have I done this time race through the mind. The split-second reflection one gets right before something unexpected happens that will end or change a life forever. Like the fleeting seconds leading up to an unavoidable head-on collision between two vehicles driving on a highway. Those life-threatening experiences where time seems to slow down in what seems like slow motion, the last remaining few microseconds left in the unfolding of catastrophic events and even death.
As usual, the blow is subtle yet sends the cold chill from the bottom of my feet up through my spine and out the top of my head. As the etheric dust began to clear from the merging two states of nature; the physical and non—physical I immediately became aware of the Cherokee Little People known as the Yunwi Tsundi in native tongue were appearing before my eyes materializing in full color and detailed translucent almost holographic form. A strikingly attractive Native American woman wearing a beaded buckskin dress seemingly taller than the others appearing on the scene caught my eye as she stood on a slope above leading down to the flat grade where I stood. I asked her did I do something that upset your people and apologized in advance if I’d done something wrong to offend or broken any of their Laws. She whispered softly to my mind don’t worry everything is okay as I could make out her arm raising with her index finger pointing me to look towards the creek behind me.
Turning around to look in the direction she was pointing I was taken back a bit at the numbers of beings that had amassed between me and the creek in the blink of an eye as a thick curtain of ether vapor they rode in on dissipated leaving, a three foot tall Little Indian dressed as a hunter or warrior wearing nothing but a feather and a light-colored buckskin loincloth that contrasted against his Earth toned deep brown skin approached me in a single smooth motion almost kneeling, his head bowed facing the ground as he reached his hand up outstretch for mine. He spoke to my mind, “please take my hand”. Without thinking I reached out and touched his outstretched hand and could feel some subtle tug which I found myself resisting because of the direction he was headed. By this time others would make some gesture that I felt were like an usher seating me in a pew at church. I could make out smiling facial expressions of some the gathered which relieved me but still paused, it dawned on me where this might be going. He moved ahead towards the direction of the creek without me as I stood there and seemed to vanish into a wafting cloud of foggy vapor. As I lowered my hand I noticed too that my own hand, arm, and body was smoking too, a phenomenon that I’ve been able to perceive in vision with my eyes that I dubbed “white smoke” after not finding any information on what it is exactly. Search engines today are pretty efficient for accessing knowledge, but for the past year and a half, I’d been seeing it wafting off of my own body mostly late at night. However, almost always I have to induce a trance to see these gentle winds, known as the Etheric Body. While growing up as a child I’d always seen fuzzy energy particle blobs floating, faces and forms of animals, people and monsters. However, up until this time, I didn’t know where the ability to “see” the “white smoke” had come from or what could have caused me to start seeing it. In the weeks following this experience, it suddenly dawned on me. It was the Cherokee Little People! As now I refer to this ability as “The Gift from the Cherokee Little People”. In my first encounter with them about two years earlier in a small cave entrance behind my home had left me no choice but to believe or to think there’s a good percentage this is happening and this is all real. The experience I’d had on that day will forever go down as one of the most profound experiences in my life. Meeting the Cherokee Little People (CLP) became one of those pivotal moments in life where one is touched by real magic rendering me in perpetual awe and curiosity ever since. It’s the sort of alchemically that transforms the mundane reality of ordinary life into something unbelievably extraordinary and sacred. Since that fateful day, the experiences that come from having the gift of second sight keep coming and seem to try and outdo the ones that proceeded it, each leaving me in a state of stunned disbelief giving way to the exhilaration and grateful joyous celebratory mood that comes when meeting new and exciting people. It has given and continues to give my life a unique refreshing quality of joyful wonder a deeper sense of gratitude. A gift without form, weight, monetary value or of no real use in the world. Even though it took me a long time to realize I’d received something anything other than a prank from some trickster spirits, I knew it was an ability that I’d had growing up although in lesser strength and fewer occurrences. Ecstatic rapture comes to mind as the way I feel when the some of the mysteries of Nature are revealed giving a peek behind her veil where even deeper mysteries welcome and await the initiate, the seeker, like the Fool and the Magician of the Tarot began the new journey through the twenty-two Major Arcana.
I still chuckle to myself as I recall some of the facial expressions and physical motions they were making as they urged me to go along. More than likely had the offer presented itself last year to enter into the large portal, in a rock cliff in a bend of the creek pretty sure I’d tried without missing a beat but because I wasn’t in the headspace and not too receptive to communing with them lately. I’d began having doubts about their real intentions and felt a bit betrayed about a week leading up to tonight’s powwow.
Felt I’d put everything on the line for them since having many Q&A sessions where I’d channeled their wants, needs, and reasons behind them and they requested mine in order to accomplish this great work. One of mine was to offer protection where needed at least long enough for me to provide and share what they’d taught me over the past two years. At the very least they could have stopped or prevented some of these events in my life I felt even if they didn’t have a hand in it. I’d asked them many times did they do this or that and always denied doing any harm. Looking back I now see how some of these seemingly bad times had to happen in order to lead me to the point in my life where from the ashes of the reality that had been forever jettisoned into the abyss of time making way for a new chapter in the book of my life, a better version of myself now walking the path that leads to the soul’s highest purpose for being here. I found more time and enthusiasm now that I’m doing the kind of work that I love doing.
Another fact that likely put the brakes on going where they were urging me to go was that I knew where they were wanting me to go. They were taking me to a portal that had been shown to me by the CLP last Summer. Due to recent hardships I’d endured since stepping into my new role as a modern working for ancient employers, often I’d daydream about trying to enter it to escape the world that mine had turned into. Ever since childhood felt as if I was a visitor and not a resident of Earth, but lately I’ve felt I didn’t belong here any longer. Most everyone I met were still wearing blinders or asleep. Even though I consider this human life a precious experience interlaced with both good and bad times, and the bad all too often serves to make one a better person. I still wanted out of this system of human life but not by death necessarily, but by entering into one of the many portals around here revealed to me by the CLP. They were inviting me to come with them through a portal in the outside bend of the creek in a wall of rock-cut away by millions of years of water flowing patiently grinding its way through this little gorge the creek flanked on both sides by steep rocky outcroppings and cliffs that I call my back yard. The portal revealed to me over a year ago, was the opposite side of the creek located at a spot where the path of a powerful ley line runs underfoot that I was standing during tonight’s encounter. Different points along this line have been places where I’d experienced some of the most vivid and powerful encounters including the one this night that was unfolding before my eyes in the dim darkness of late twilight and star light, I was shown the rock portal Creek side while scrying the water sitting in river sand.
Not knowing what to do or say since deciding not to try going with them it dawned on me ask them to speak to the Master Spirit of this place. Something I’d ready recently and thought I’d try it one of these nights, that’s it I thought! Ask them can I meet or speak with the Master Spirit of the Land, I’d learn in the days and weeks following that this magnificent being is well known and called the Guardian Spirit of Place, the Genius Loci. It seemed more logical to hear it directly from the most powerful spirit of the land around here, if in fact I had their approval to build a small cabin by the creek on which are their sacred grounds. Having asked them many tmes in the past over and over are you sure and getting same answers of “Yes” some doubts remained. I’d thought of doing this, contacting the master of the land before to get supreme approval and eliminate doubts, but couldn’t muster the will to push myself to do much due to stress and what seemed a lower vibration resulting from a recent series of mishaps that were tapering off a bit but still ongoing. My thinking was that I’d been misled, wasn’t communicating as clearly as I’d thought so felt I needed some reassurance from the Genius Loci if I wasn’t on track, was I hated or being tricked, did they want me out of there. If not then I really needed permission and some reassurance my plans to build an Earth Lodge ceremonial center, bathroom with shower stall and a small cabin to live in while I finished getting the place ready to welcome like-minded folks over to share methods and techniques I’d learned during the times of my initial workings. No sooner as I’d finished my request to meet the Genius Loci a large mass of thick fog rapidly rolled in within seconds turning the dark forested landscape around the creek bank into a dimly luminescent wall of white vapors that ebbed and flowed sort of pulsating and while connecting with my own vapors wafting off my body and combining with theirs, radically changing shapes as it reached the height of the treetops and hoovered there to my left in front of where I’d stood. I looked up watching the misty fog reach its destination where from the formless changing clouds began to form large very unique looking face of what appeared to be an elderly woman of ancient age and wisdom. She began to make an appearance from the curtain of mist, very clearly and stayed during my introduction and reason for asking to meet. This face was a large as the tops of the trees and had the countenance of power and majesty, an ancient force from long ago that still inhabits these lands. Seems like it could have the power of life and death over man, yet seemed benevolent.
The wall of fog was now beginning to dissipate leaving only the face near the treetops remaining and what seemed to be two tall beings on either side of the face formed from the mist. When it completely cleared out I could see what over the past year I’d come to call the Nunnehei, two of them flanking both sides of this majestic being looking down at me. They were neatly dressed in what appeared to be traditional Cherokee styled native American buckskin pants with beaded designs of flowering vines that went up along the sides. And as always, their looks the dead giveaway to what I was looking at, they’re exceptionally beautifully handsome Native Americans seemed to be male yet with faces only a beautiful female could have. They answered my questions in unison with the Genius Loci by motions with their heads nodding up and down or side to side sometimes using their arms to emphasize or make sure I understood their body language. At this point it was beginning to be overwhelming as the reality of what was unfolding was creeping into my psyche.
At some point between here and the termination of my time with the Genius Loci, a large figured thick muscular looking body of a darker material approached us. As it neared me it like the CLP warrior who’d offered me his hand, in one sweeping motion the hulking figure knelt on one knee before me very close to where I was sitting and reached his hand out at which time I don’t recall because the mere sight of this caused a cold chill like a lightening bolt, struck rising up from the ground up through my spine to top of my skull that seemed to cause me to momentarily blackout or lose my place. It wasn’t out of fear I always get this sensation when spirits impact me or get too close but never with this much power. I knew instantly what I was looking at and smiled in the dark, regained myself and induced mild trance so as to meet this eight-foot tall something giant that was uncloaking before my eyes. When my eyes became adjusted to second sight his face which by now like old times was inches from mine except this time our initial meeting was with a smile and not the usual gatekeeper grimace used to frighten away those who may try entering their realms that may not be quite ready. I could make out his huge head where the eyebrows, cheeks, chin area and lower jaw were outlined in this dimly lit whitish colored etheric substance. A face to face with Tsukaloo / Kukuclede known to Cherokee. Hairy Forest Giants, Big Elder Brothers, a race of people, not spirits. Until tonight I’d only seen only their faces, except for a female that would come to my house. Typically I’d only see their faces staring downstream creek bank or edge of the forest in complete darkness. They’d approach me in the scrying chair in the wee hours in trance but more like dozing off in a quasi sleep- hypnagogic state. Usually, I’d be startled awakened by my foot jerking, footrest pushing down, and even shocked, zapped by a sudden electrical shocking like sensation. Happened like this so many times that I looked forward to this kind of unusual but consistent meeting near creek between around 12:00 midnight and daybreak, usually more towards the end of the night right before daybreak. I think these are actual Yeti Beings and exist in both states of the solid and etheric body. people we pretty much call Bigfoot, or the Sasquatch.
It was a relief to see those titans again especially with an upfront smile. The most beautiful heartfelt smile one can experience. Taking my attention away for just a few moments I looked back up to the face of the Master of the Land and it had disappeared now no longer visible but the two Nunnehei were still there motioning me to go towards the portal, I felt like an ant as the beautiful giants kindly gestured me to walk towards the Creek-side rock cliff that is the doorway into their world. Okay, everything seems to be cool and relieved to know things were on track and that I was more than welcomed there, actually wanted me to join them as we inhabit place intersected between two-dimensional realms.
While watching the visit unfold before me as my eyes begin the focusing motions to bring on quick trance, eyes wide open, unusual decent night vision. As they adjust and focus for vision using second sight everything turns dark in my field of vision then I can see them and landscape again. The friendly Giant was already up inches in front of my face as my vision returned in second sight mode. I was so overwhelmed at seeing its body so close in detail, the ground chills came on I think for just being in Awe. I had never seen their entire body like that, they were eight foot massive beings that took my breath away seeing one of them walk up from the creek bank towards me and drop to one knee in what appeared to be some prostration like the the CLP earlier had done. What’s up with that, maybe I’ll never know but feel it’s the upmost honor to be shown respect and kindness from beings that have no reason or need to do so. As a human being I’m part of the problem that they (Nature) suffer from.
I walked with them to the top of the sloping creek bank and stopped in front of where my tent had been and sat in a chair facing the portal. I wasn’t in my usual night spirits ecstatically induced high, the sky-high vibe that comes as a result of such experience.
I bid them farewell and sent them my appreciation and gratitude for their concern, care and kindness they’d shown me that night as it seemed a low point in my life. Instead I received a pat on the back and a shot in the arm to keep going and not give up. They definitely have my back and clearly shown there are alternatives to living here if one truly desires liberation from human life cycles and death. I may take them up on it one day who knows, and would the portal (the stone rock face) open up again if I came to it and rapped on it’s hidden door, honestly I think it would for the right reasons.
This post is a non-fiction, actual encounter with the Cherokee Little People known as the Yunwi Tsundi that took place in the living room of my home. Unlike most of the encounters I’ve had with them outside in the forest especially near the creek bank, this appearance was a performance of music and dance. While they were so close I could have reached out and touched them, they seemed distant and far away at the same time. I could easily see the entire performance unfold in what seemed a tribe of many men and women dancing in a rapidly rotating circle counter clockwise. In the center of this whirlwind of dancers were four elder men wearing headresses of the following animals: Black Bear, White Tailed Deer, Crow and Wolf (Coyote). They were playing the music everyone was dancing to while rotating in a clockwise circular spin while playing. Each played an instrument that was clearly visible to me as they would pause their rotation a few moments while playing their musical instrument with a passion that was contagious and would later inspire like the Muses of Greek mythology, someone without musical talent like myself to go out and purchase the same kind of instruments they were playing; the drum, flute, shakers and rattles.
Like Potamides, a female water nymph of rivers and creeks also from Greek mythology known to bestow the gift of poetry and music to some mortals mostly men who gained her favor, the spirit of this big creek had touched me in similar ways. I’d began noticing a pattern of intense writing and speaking in poem like rhyming cadences. that happened a lot after spending time in down by the creek bank. Once aware of the phenomenon I actually tested and began writing poetry there and at my home after coming back that seemed effortless and really good quality ability for someone like me who never wrote any sort of poems. After I stumbled upon how Potamides from Greek mythology I recall how excited it made me feel as more and more myths and legends from antiquity around the world were actually real and interacting with me in these modern times. I recall having fun with it, like most magical experiences I’ve had here they were basically just really fun and kept me in a light playful mood. Just like what I’d read from historical books and accounts, I’d come back to my house and every form of communication would be in rhyme like poetry, after a while I learned to use it while it was affecting my communication. Typing emails to business clients, texts or even talking was in rhyme like cadence. Often with business correspondence I’d have to retype and become mindful to not turn my letters into poetry. However with some close friends or neighbors I’d reply or compose uninhibited and noticed it would flow and rhyme effortlessly. It was humorous thinking how my neighbor would react after reading my messages or replies that would always seem to come out as rhyming poetry or riddle-like. It made me laugh at myself of how ridiculous I must sound to them as I imagined their facial expression reading my message.
Knowing the effect the water had on me with poetry, I began bringing instruments down to creek and playing out in, and to Nature. Here outdoors, I found my teacher and an audience to play to. Even I’m sure in those early days of learning to play, my music wasn’t something anything would want to listen to, I found that playing to rocks, trees, mountains and water seemed to enliven these things in ways that would bring me closer into understanding of Animism. Things we don’t ordinarily think of being alive much less having intelligent consciousness similar to my own seemed to appreciate the acknowledgment, to having someone dedicate a song to and playing to them even though off key, out of time, and some mistakes they didn’t care at all.
They (Nature Spirits) reflected back this loving energy of aliveness that is hard to describe, this began a relationship with the land that I can only describe as falling in love with the land and All I shared it with excluding none. Over the course of time I’d learn all that was shared and get to know everything in ever increasing detail from the sand Fairies to the Forest Giants. The small and large from both the seen and hidden realms around these parts of this sacred landscape.
Within a month’s time from the vision of their performance that lit my fire, The Magic of that night began to bleed over into my everyday ordinary life, something that would continue happening here more and more as what seemed a way to confirm the visions, encounters and interactions with so many of these kinds of beings widely described by the Cherokee Indians to James Moody. When I asked for some sign of a visions validity or some far out answer to a query that I doubted, they without fail would setup events to happen the next day in my affairs that once began to happen almost like in slow motion these astrologically high odds against these seeming interrelated corresponding events by coincidence. Statistically speaking it was more likely I was really conducting intelligent interaction with these inter dimensional people, the odds being equal to winning the lottery approximately equal to the odds that I was just delusional having hallucinations. Without these “signs” I’d typically receive for validity checks, not sure how far I would have delved into this new life I was living as a “Seer”. I have many other examples of this phenomenon of having confirmation signs that left no doubt I was actually dealing with something out of this world.
No sooner had I got up and running with playing the instruments I’d seen played by the four musicians, the pelts or animal hides, the same kinds worn began dropping into my reality as if by magic. First I received the skins of two Black Bear, and a few days later two whitetail bucks with antlers, both from local hunters. A couple weeks later would bring a crow, whose final resting place was behind my home in the middle of the dirt road that goes down to the creek. Just laying their having dropped from the sky or trees above with no signs of injury, wounds, sickness or disease. While I often wondered what to make of these sacred animals coming to me in death corresponding to the experience I’d had just a few weeks earlier, the sense of magic was dissipating a bit as I realized there was one missing the Wolf or Coyote pelt worn by the rattle player didn’t show up along with the others. This left doubts that this was all just a coincidence and if they were in fact some gifts related to that encounter why would it stop here leaving this one animal out. (The fourth pelt, from a healthy female Coyote I found late at night within 1 year to the date +/1 about a week) She was still warm but cooling down laying there on the frozen road at the top of the last mountain I had to cross heading home one night. Felt I’d give her a a decent burial and keep the pelt for use for player of rattles. This cemented my mind to the building blocks of this new reality.
After accepting the bear hides, picking them up were so heavy and thick. I’d never skinned a black bear before and worried this may be out of scope. Despite having some doubts I was faced with the reality of having to flesh out the hides, the dirty work I didn’t look forward to. I could not let their remains be thrown away or left to rot. Getting back down to Earth and the reality of what kind of job I’d just signed up for, leaving me no option but to accept their remains give them a proper burial after keeping what I considered “gifts” or their pelts,wings, antlers and skins. Somehow it would be my responsibility to not only flesh out their hides and soft tan them but incorporate them in my own being while playing, composing and recording Native American style music similar to the song they’d played for me that night at my house. It was my duty to transmute their death into life by performing in and playing music in their honor, to somehow bring awareness to people the mystery and sacredness of All life, and to bring the mystery and majesty of each of these amazing animals like in the days of old when the Cherokee captivated audiences dancing and playing music to Nature, neighboring Clans and fellow tribesmen and women. I sang traditional Cherokee prayers and songs to their lifeless hides heavy soaked in coagulated blood and this blubber. The senseless killing of the majestic rulers of the mountains just for a few pounds of meat, would propel my emotions somewhere between rage and intense sorrow. I grew up hunting myself and could not condemn these guys for killing these bears, like in my case the heart once opened and becoming empathic, simply seeing things clearly as they really are will inspire a diehard hunter to hang up his guns for life. This is how I thought, I could help change to occur to assist in opening hearts and minds from playing some of the Bear songs and prayers sung by Cherokee and other tribes. Two prayer songs are shown in photos below. I read them aloud in company of locals who had kin who hunted bear and could feel the energy of tears in some of the women who’d came over to visit that evening. I thought wow, how powerful when upon finishing could also see their eyes reddened and glazed from welted tears. The story doesn’t end here about the bears, our connection runs deep and equally fascinating tale (but true) accompany this sharing about the musical abilities clothed in the skins of my forest brothers and sisters. I will write about this later in next post.
Pretty much all of my life I’ve been a music fan and enjoyed listening to the performances of various artists from a wide range of genres. At my age, about to begin the Sun Set in one’s life, the back stretch in my mid-fifties, never would thought that I would be a…the “musician” playing music that I would listen to or felt comfortable performing for others. The “Others”, oh yeah forgot to mention, my biggest fans! Nature Spirits, Elemental, Gnomes, Sylphs, Undines, Salamanders the Sun, the Water, Wind, Trees, plants, even bugs and of course all the beautiful rocks and sand.
The following in more or less tongue in cheek account of myself playing to these inter-dimensional beings in appreciation for bringing about this incredible inspiration that lit me on fire to begin learning to play these instruments wearing some of the pelts or headdresses I’d made since then.
I’d sometimes fantasize about doing a live performance to all that I’ve met over the past few months in a concert displaying my appreciation by playing what I’d been taught wearing the pelts I’d received. It was entertaining to myself and made me laugh at myself at such ridiculous ideas. I’d rehearse in my mind for a day that never came, at least not yet to the scale in my imagination that goes a little bit like this; Some come to hear me play out of tune and out of timing just for a few laughs I’m sure, watching me under a cathedral of stars perched upon an ancient boulder carved and smoothed by Water over great periods of time now situated beside the whitewater rapids like a stage platform, a natural outdoor arena a “Gorge”ous” gathering site with Grandstand seating reaching the upper most tops of the steep rocky cliff walls that were packed with unbelievable numbers of the dwellers of the back side of the veil Those brave Souls who intermingle here in the middle world via Water and Stone Portals. Seating getting scarce as they arrive in surprisingly large groups for tonight’s featured performance yours truly-Shaman trance beat band performance by their select local human “friend” and neighbor, sometimes comedian and brunt of mischievous pranks and trickster sort of not so funny (at least not for me) practical jokes they seem to love watching. But tonight is my big chance, I’m gonna show them I’m not their punching bag, that I am a talented artist much better left alone to produce pleasing notes to higher standards of Fae beings music appreciation reserved for most sophisticated Fae ears.
Hope I will have repackaged myself as a popular nature rock star I thought to myself and get out of the role of the only one around getting tricks played on me. But I knew in most cases why I was looking for a set of car keys I’d just laid down only to turn my head and find them missing. The nature of these sort of beings is erally something else. They are on one hand highly civilied and cultured even more so than most folks I know, however have an almost primal reaction for forgeting some etiquette, or offending one even ever so slightly. One minute very kind, smiling everything is cook then like turn on a dime, flip their lid, sort of like a wild animal startled or penned they’d react to things they don’t like that croosed them. One in particular that I’m guilty myself of and accumulating too many infractions is a no-no that is discursiveness, mindlessness, not being grounded, focused in the present moment which they feel gives them leadway to “teach” me to take my mind off subject, to slow down, breath slower and most of all not blow my lid at loosing my keys after fifteen minutes of looking.
Instead, tonight I will present to them all, a new improved version of myself (or at least a work in progress) a one of a kind, one-man show inspired by the all time favorite band, everybody’s favorite…”The Yunwi Tsundi four member Shaman jam band”… Actually I have to thank them for giving me a break, a chance to cut my teeth musically among so many discerning Fae beings. I can hear them now, “who!?!…the pale faced wannabe Cherokee is gonna make his debut after having only one years experience? what!?… playing shamanic native American groove music him, yeah right bring some popcorn and some small rocks old stale fruit to throw at him, this ought to be good at least for a few laughs”.
A true prodigy musical rags to riches story. Before being gifted with the talent and inspiration to collaborate with the mythical and legendary Cherokee Little People Four Man Shaman Band the only musical instruments this can’t-keep-a-beat Moon eyed white devil could play was a pair of sticks to a ta ta tee tee ta in first grade school music class. Now a part-time addition and no doubt comic accent to an otherwise seething, serious beat that makes one bob a head and tap a foot. A repetitive, hypnotic pleasant beat that’ll put ya in a trance and have you trippin in the azure bluish light of the Underworld before you know what hit ya! You’ll slipshot into the other side of the Veil so fast you’ll be wondering what happened. The Gaijin Hakujin will attempt to play all instruments himself…he is the backup drummer, flutist, shakers and rattles man for all time favorite s Nature Jam band the Yunwi Tsundi, the Cherokee Little People Music Fae Fest.
Yes I was living the good life, a comedian and a stone rock star a rising celebrity among The hidden folk, Seating themselves from the waters side all the way up along the old Appalachian canyon walls of disintegrating stone, the majority of arriving music fans of the other side of the Veil, a Spirit procession that uses the properties of water as a portal or shortcut inland like a cross between a Japanese bullet train and a teleportation machine. All awhile I’m trying like a multi armed Hindu Deity attempting to play in the darkness before nocturnal creatures our two, four, six, eight, legged friends and neighbors, during the wee hours when the Spirits fly in their Etheric Clouds, like families headed for a picnic in the park or dinner at the famous all you can eat buffet after Sunday church service begins filling up the place as they pour in to get best picnic spots and seating.
Despite our diverse Cosmic essences bodies of high vibrational blinding light down to some of the lowest denser critters like yours truly, yep an Ambassador of the Human three dimensional realm beings, gaseous walled membrane flesh and blood bodied beings, I proudly represent all from the third dimensional realms. All of us, both the seen and unseen, is in some way, degree or another all intertwined, interconnected parts of something, a whole. The whole of this vast living planet ecosphere we call home. Mother of all~!… Gaia. The more I connect in clean and clear open hearted Love for her and my fellow Earthlings, brothers and sisters, flora and fauna… I’m at last beginning to feel my connection with Mom, healing old traumas and wounds of childhood and now have become clearly aware of the Mother of structure, form, crystallization, of all living, all dead things and Spirit Father limitlessness love with the seething energies of Fire Life force Plasma concealed in cool white vapors of Ether. We all meet in the bossom of Gaia, Mother Earth, Our common thread we all share, that which reared us up, nurtured, fed and in our case as humans (clothed us).
I hug the trees as a make my way to the creek to a carved stone stage, and the dryads jump out of their trees to facetiously scream like fans do for my autograph and for a groupie-like rendezvous with me after concert performance ends and do what tree nymph groupies do or in this case tree nymphs aka Dryads are the master crafts-women, highly skilled among other things in making all varieties of wood, soft and hard wood. As I tune the flute and tighten the drum head cords I hear shouting voices requesting my first song , the latest hit called the “circumambulation of thunder circle” a tune which basically describes the first night They, the Cherokee Little people came to my place and did their Forest Spirits-hidden Peoples #1 hit titled “Spirit Chaser” . Like a nature themed MTV music video. Two circles of dancers and players spinning in opposite directions, an inner circle spinning clockwise; the players four ancient medicine men. And an outer circle of dancers spinning and dancing wider shins, or counterclockwise comprised of two dozen or so villagers set the stage that could have been broadcast on an eighties era prime time MTV debut for some British band and no one would have noticed the difference.
In my living room the night they appeared and made their debut first time show in hundreds of years to one of the children of men!…No, not of their own kind but among the most disliked two legged to ever roam the surface of Earth, the Moon Eyed White devil. Did I hear just hear one call me a white devil!? I thought. “How will this hairless, hybrid, the redheaded stepchild of Mother Earth, her “other” two leggeds, pull off playing with one band member, a solo performer?” “He’ll never come close” Only our kind plays quality seasoned celestial sounds of we know and appreciate”, I thought I heard some of them saying among themselves.
That amazing evening they played for me in my home set the standard for the type of music genre they prefer and more so why. The inner circle players total of four elders medicine men. Outward facing back to back, each adorned from head to toe, their animal spirit totem expressed in their dance and music style. One by one would stop their circumambulation de sol, playing their best without missing a beat, with all their soul, would dance and play just for me the most groovy-eargasm tune and beat I think I’ve ever heard. A one-time show as far as I know so absorbed it all in my seating, sofa chair in VIP first row in the living room of all places. Their driving clockwise rotation was bringing down deities from the higher god realms of the upper world.
This however was not my first rodeo with these most esteemed musicians; friends and neighbors. Before this grand unforgettable night of Fae Native American Style Music, we had met dozens of times in the densely canopied Summer foliage cover, in near complete darkness of the Pisgah National forest, my back yard, creek side…dancing to JBL Bluetooth speaker blaring really good Professor Trance albums. I wish there had been some way of recording at least one of those powwows. I went from not being able to carry a tune but loved music to carrying instruments that I would play together into the forest at night or around twilight. Of course, ideally it would have been nice or better to take someone with me but there was never any soul, company or guests willing to experience this new way to party with my new friends. And honestly for the life of me, to this day still can’t wrap my mind around and understand who wouldn’t want to be out here with us hanging out with music, dance and smoking tobacco. Maybe it’s because I’m the sort of person who jumps in before thinking, a foolhardy person he said, according to the good Rabbi with a look of contempt mentioning the word Aries, that I’d found on Youtube. Maybe it’s true but I’d become aware of this and tried toning it down a notch or two and to think before impulsively doing something. I would jump at the opportunity to go meet these most interesting and amazing beings I’d think to myself. If someone invited me, I’d be first in line to try it had I been given a chance or an invitation such as I’ve extended to many folks. Where are people like this, am I the only one, maybe a bit crazy even!? Over the years, I’ve had dozens of people here interested in connecting and working with these inter dimensional beings however most would prefer not to go out and connect with them together with me…even more so no way by themselves. I never understood that, maybe never will. So I do what I do typically alone by myself, however being alone by ones self in these old forests late at night when nocturnal predators prowl and lost souls, the dead make their way through these parts may make some folks think twice. After all what if these “so-called friends and good neighbors are just imaginary friends then I would truly be alone yes, but never lonely. As it turns out fortunately it’s like having flesh and blood friends and allies waiting for me or knowing that when I call, or summon them in my usual loud honorific Japanese (because it sounds Native American) “Ooh Shizen no ki Wa, Anatasama shitsurei shimasu desuga, Moshi tobacco Wo Suushitain to ongaku de Odorooka!?!, Watakushi ha, Anatasama no tomodachi, Esteban to Moshimasu ga, Dozo yoroshiku Onegaishimasu, Asoubo!!”at some of these gatherings is beyond words and rivals orgasmic pleasures of the flesh.
It’s an unreal ecstasy tinged feeling of joy mixed with some tensity of the infant stage of panic or fear, sort of like the feeling one gets boarding a roller coaster, but in this case most always fear is replaced by love, panic by true peace, trusting love and joy seldom felt all at once, and seldom among my fellow human folds. It’s really weird but I have rolled like this since early childhood, an Original Social Distancer from way back, like an OG, Or in this Case OSD. It was a slant towards a solo lifestyle in nature early on in life and her juicy creations instead of the drab house of cards built by man in a reality to me a kin to a something as temporal as a dream. As a boy I very much recall the passage of time, and how it took my favorite pets over the years friends coming and going and most of all the loss of beloved grand parents. So it isn’t a surprise I ended up out here in the boonies, but here, in this case I don’t think that I never saw this coming, that I’d be in a relationship sort of like a Taibhsear (one who sees spirits of nature, the dead and the Fae) in such a tight close bond with these incredible beings. I’m still running around in the woods alone at my age like I’d do anytime let loose as a small boy old enough to walk. Somethings don’t change. That kid was still inside me, just as curious and playful as ever. New types of friendships made with the transition of the Aeon of Pisces that gives room to nurture and grow relations between people and the many assorted otherworldly people now happening in the birth of the new Aeon of Aquarius. Surely I’m not the only one out here having these sort of mind-blowing interactions with these Myths! Where are the “others” where is my tribe of fellow Faery Seers?
This is the truth, I was “normal” when I came here! This is the part of my story that’s so hard to describe to anyone. Kind of like trying to describe an orgasm to someone who’s never experienced it before, nearly impossible to explain this, what I do here to others. Yeah so for now it’s pretty much impossible. So it leaves me mostly on a solo-venture, by myself in doing this sort of workings with the Spirit (energetic vibrational frequency Etheric beings) World for the most part. Admittedly I’ll have to say, that sometimes it gets to me at times, like I feel very alone with my otherworldly neighbors and friends that I often find myself asking this question am I a ghost myself living in one of my light bodies unaware of my physical death in the middle world!? So far no, I’m still here in the flesh at time of this blog post. In those moments of uncertainty of my status, I have to breath hot air on my wrist and a little pinch to remind myself nope, I’m still alive among the human-animal realms in Middle World. Anyways I’m glad to be here and can’t imagine myself being anywhere but here in Western North Carolina deep in the Appalachian mountains that I call home.
Okay can someone steer the author back to the subject, the crux of the story that I’m sure many a reader with little time can withstand the divergent tangents, for this I offer my apologies and a carrot that these digressions strung together will make sense in totality of a story fit for entertaining a King well maybe if my writing skills are up to par! After or what appeared to be more of a vision of a dance and music sung/ chanted and played by these most extraordinary inter-dimensional people up until the evening of this very inspirational gathering that would forever mark a change in the path of my life from someone who has never played any musical instruments. To becoming one, a musical artist blessed by Potomides herself the spirit of water the bestower of the gift of poem, song and wordsmith upon those who frequent her banks spending time there letting her waters caress the mind, cleansing wash as doubt worry and fears flushed out float downstream leaveing peace and calm. She maybe sees in this one someone who respects her, and her curvy body of flowing water as an equal. Someone like many guests I’ve had here, enjoy scouting her banks and depths for any litter or scraps of garbage, in an ongoing effort to keep our Rivers, creeks and streams clean and safe for life to one day occupy. Maybe she thinks I’d become the guy would come along a write songs about how about lets all stop polluting the water we drink, you know it’s how they work, very give and take. I would not dare consider myself as one ordained and deemed worthy to receive such gifts however I can attest and confirm for the record hanging around water will make a man become a poet even if he doesn’t know it. More accurately saying what a person like me would be called besides a musician, a talented musician is humbly referred to as maybe a musician in training because I have a hard time accepting the fact that I’m actually becoming or have become dare I say, pretty good enough to enjoy at least my own music and proud enough of myself to even write such on the matter.
How it began. It started one evening shortly after dark inside my home. This is nothing new for since I had been working with them down below my home along the banks of a big Creek any night that the weather was favorable you’d find me outside in the woods sometimes till break of dawn. I was out there mostly interacting in mind-speak (mental telepathy) with the mandatory celebratory circular style dancing. I also use the dancing to shake off the cold damp shivers being in a receptive mode of hypnogognic trance induces after twenty minutes or so of non-doing non thinking state of reception and high awareness. They seemed to know when I needed to get up and get blood pumping throughout my body, activity, fire, seemingly amused how sometimes I’d dance so hard I’d bout break a sweat..other times I very much enjoy dancing and especially learning from them as they were at some point each night teaching me different types of dances and what why they’re used for. Because I’m a one at a timer Claire, I can see but not hear, Hear but not see, and so on, they would use gestures like forming an “X” with their forearms to mean stop, or not correct, or some hand gestures and signalling as well. So the night that they appeared in my home they seem smaller and more distant more so than they typically appear in an average two and a half to three foot tall usual selves, short but proportional very Native American inter-dimensional beings. Mostly I found them to be very attractive and very Native American, however I’ve got glimpses of their faces up close when smoking tobacco and some of their faces almost take my breath away for a moment as what I can only best describe as obviously off, very elfish. It’s those moments I remind myself this is the real deal, take a slow deep breath, smile and treat them as equals to those whose features seem more normal to me. When I’m out in the woods just the Little People usually getting together with some offering of tobacco and honey cakes, some dancing and hey it couldn’t get any better than this I’ve caught myself thinking at times.
In regards to dancing that seems to be something they like most Fae, they enjoy, no they LOVE it but not only that, it’s a technique used by their kind to travel up or down the Axis Mundi between worlds, let’s say it’s their Fae-powered teleportation apparatus. Instead of wires and gadgets, they merely dance, laugh and enjoy each other circling dancing their way between vibrational frequencies of being, kind of like FM radio stations one would dial in on or tune in to a favorite station. Here in the Middle World we’d be in the middle of the dials spectrum or range of limits for some three dimensional action with all life on Earth or they can easily raise vibes more to catapult their dancing group into the vast heavens of the upper World, the God Realms. I learned this from them and use dance and musical rapture to slingshot my body’s vibrational energy from the usual thick, heavy dross of Middle World life into something way more exciting in the Lower World, Upper World or the fringe boundaries between our middle world with the intersecting upper and lower regions of this spherical matrix. I must for myself in order to raise my bodies vibrational frequency get happy feet and muster up as much love from my heart that loves with a clean and clear open adoration of All and purity like the golden heart of a child. Its not that easy and I have to muster up quite a bit of effort to make it happen. I learned earlier that same year that I must maintain a higher vibration than I normally exist in unfortunately such as one would in base consciousness, example would be the dross of the seemingly “normal” dull day which is in fact, anything….I repeat anything but normal this so-called experience of life and universe.. so I try not falling back into dark gloomy outlook.
Listening to good music and dancing was just but one of many of the techniques I’d devised for myself after learning it from them. The ole faithful way of getting”there” when other techniques failed to launch my vibrational frequency into the higher stratospheres of gods and angels. It’s for sure an energy, the kind required to commune and interact with these magical people. And as with all simple keep it simple stupid (KISS) ways of hacking life, most are abandoned because they’re unbelievable. Intelligent people scoff at the idea that merely breathing slower for five minutes can obliterate a migraine, calm nerves, lower blood pressure and so on, and only to find them paying money hand over fist at doctors for petroleum pills by the purveyors of stolen plant wisdom replaced, imitated synthesized snake oil big pharma that has a magic bullet for whatever your complaint, you name it that basically does nothing but teases the symptoms of pain, suffering and discomfort out like an ever thinning but never breaking teasing out a metal wire. A tether back to try more or other pills, invasive operations or surgeries that are for profit, unnecessary and not fit for a farm animal to have to undergo such measures as people in this example will to to such extremes when a free, holistic, natural usually plant based cures and medicines that are here for our use. This is the specialty of the “Little People”, one of their main areas that the shaman/medicine man would seek them out for were which plants to use for this disease or symptom of discomfort suffered by their fellow tribesmen. However in modern times, brainyacks of all strata of intelligent retardation would never think of giving something so simple a shot at fixing their aliment much less giving an open mind which more so than not is a common denomentaor factor as to why people don’t seek folk cures in self healing. the patient will use it, at best just treats the adverse symptom for a spell only to have it return spend more money for profit pain and suffering. Even scientist in a lab would scoff at the idea that dancing in circles is a better vehicle for inter-dimensional travels than building some multi-million dollar teleportation machine. A good example is if you think about it, big tech, corporations for the past century and longer have been blasting our pineal glands with many types of quiet weapons for such silent wars that seem to target the minds of men and women, removing forever any chance of using the god-given communications device we’re born with, that when healthy and tuned properly communicates faster than the speed of light, spans light years in seconds, doesn’t need wires or antenna towers, or payment plans. They’ve taken this ability from us and sold it back to us for example as the new improved iPhone666, etc. An inorganic copy of the real deal. Junk trinkets traded for gold.
I think a lot of the interrelations I’ve had over the years with the Fae is their contempt at being robbed, lied to and cheated by these types of people. Now perhaps regular people, men and women from all walks kept in perpetual mental retardation without opportunity for growth and ascension like normal life has. Not sure about you, but I didn’t come here to serve at a constant kindergarten level adult existence, and further more certainly didn’t come here to become a slave consumer cog in the gears that float the airships of the demigods, the 1% that float around up there upon the backs of the rest of us 99%ers who live lives of poverty, strife, restriction, old-age, sickness and death. We aren’t guinea pigs to test weapons or soft-kill de-pop foods and consumables on, or are we as I seem to be the only one complaining about it. Okay this could be considered an authentic digressing diatribe that is not so related to subject of music. There is more to reveal here on these sort of topics but will keep tighter guidelines on topic of the post.
One more time, on a Friday evening in my living room I had just sat down and upon noticing the typical signs of their presence such intense sparks or light pinpoint flashes out of my peripheral vision just as my etheric smoke wafting up from my body while it vibrates rapidly and more thickly denser and intense as if my body may burst into flames at any second like spontaneous human combustion! They too have a etheric body in which they appear to travel to and from their underworld abodes. As they arrive within proximity of myself I notice that my own body’s Ether either is pulsating, thick dense white plumes bellowing upwards while pulsating to some unknown tune or frequency basically matching theirs doing the same the point where mutually our etheric smoke merges, intermingles, and this is nothing short of pure ecstatic joy! It is very hard to describe with just words in fact likely it’s impossible. For anyone who’s familiar with this sort of thing maybe it would be easier to swallow soon as all the smoke clears then they’d be seen in full view, there standing in place of the white clouds or smoke -like vapors they rode into town on now take on form. Appearing like a colored hologram version of their selves very real for the most part. A body doesn’t matter, it’s the soul or spiritual essence that guides the container or body it is riding in on or attached to. As such I could carry on an intelligent conversation with a fleck of pulsating energy the size of an ant and have a more real sensation of actually talking to someone or something more real than most people these days. Then again my pool of people is thin and few living out here like some social distancing hermit extraordinaire but what few I have in my inner circle are as real as it gets and like gold, are valuable and forever rare.
Getting back to this story, on that Friday night I was on the sofa in my living room meditating in a trance and then it happened something catching my eye brought my attention over slightly to the right of where I was sitting and what I saw would inspire me the very next day to go out and buy a drum, a flute, shakers and rattles. I may have had only two arms and not much time however I was able to teach myself each instrument and how to play them individually and together to make music similar to the sounds I’d heard that night. I can almost play all simultaneously but the flute just makes it near impossible. It didn’t take long to figure that out, how-to make music myself. I got rid of the velcro straps, strings, springs, and foot pedals to investing in a loop recorder. Now I was beginning to make real music that surprised my own ears at times. The night of the great Cherokee Little People live concert was just about as unbelievably super juicy of an paranormal experience at that time that I feel I’d ever had. I have noticed and become very amused at what seems to be the way that this experiential knowledge of working with these hidden people of the forest comes and seems to outdo the one experience prior. Almost as if there’s some sort of competition going on to try and outdo in magnitude the crazy unbelievable surealness of each subsequent experience. In other words just when I say to myself in the moment that these sort of experiences is unfolding “boy, this one really takes the cake”, sure as a sunrise the next one typically will outdo in shock and awe factor, off the charts amazing encounter than the one previous or before it. So often I ponder how can they do this, there’s no way possible to get anymore amazingly extraordinary but they will find a way to out do previous ones.
This experience was no different, the night that I became so in-spirited that I set out to lean how to play native american instruments, song and chants ever since. There in the middle of my living room floor atop a rounded persian rug were what appeared to be a whirl wind cyclone spinning in place and two very tall Nunnehei seated on either side of me as if to shatter the unfolding vision by way of self doubt I asked them, ” What’s up with just the upper half of your body, couldn’t fit it inside my modest home? It didn’t make sense and when an anomaly occurs like this it can send a vision into obliteration so I was compelled to ask them. The one to my right spoke and said he is in fact complete, not missing any body parts assured me he was sitting cross-legged on the dirt of the basement below the living room floor. A quick calculation guesstimate confirmed this distance and his height would in fact his upper torso would likely appear this way to me his beautiful face and jet black hair nearly touching the ceiling while his lower torso and legs permeate the floor as if there was no floor or home atop the Sidhe while seated cross-legged. He told me he was quite comfortable as if he mistook my asking as my concern for his seating arrangement and comfort. More than likely being facetiously fun lighthearted pleasant yet in stone faced seriousness only the Red Man could pull off.
I think to myself, what in the world?” Then I see with clarity as third eye rods and cones began moving to the vibrational frequencies of ultraviolet light spectrums powerful enough to pass through my thick skulll and still be energetically strong enough to get them bouncing. Then an overlay, an image of the extraordinary transposed over the two usual suspects projected field of vision, that is, the usual two eyes that state back at me in a mirror…and wallah beautiful clairvoyance! Lovely clairvoyance kicks in and I see now the outward parameter of this counter clockwise tasmanian devil-like spinning motion traditionaly known as a banishing motion to evict and repel evil spirits or lower vibratory beings. The accompanying tribe was full blaze spin widdershins keepin the bad out long enough so as to allow the four players spinning clock wise to draw in benevolent beings, gods, and angels, helper ancestors, etc. before me yet distant while the other central core like spoke of a wheel kept rolling in a clockwise spin while dancing and playing. It was one of the coolest things I’d ever seen in my life even casting a shadow over memories of blue oyster cult concerts I’d attended growing up which compared to this gig, wouldn’t hold a light to in comparison. The music was the grooviest beat and rhythm I’d heard in my life. I felt I was living in pre-settlement America just them and myself enjoying some time together and feeling like one of their own as they’d pause and somehow get up close in my face with their intensity as each played those instruments like a Maestro. I really appreciate their presence and the time they give to do stuff like this together, who needs people when you got these “Good Neighbors!” I’m being factitious, I love people equally as much as anything else on this planet. This central core was composed of four players, musicians who after playing intensely to make a point they’re playing but serious about the music and dance. Together is was a tightly choreographed well oiled one unit of sound and movement totally otherworldly yet very Natively Earthy at the same time.
Each doned an animal pelt of equally small proportions. Worn over their head as a headress showing their Animal Spirit or Totem. The Drummer spotted a black bear headress with eagle and turkey feathers. The Flute player sported outstretched Raven or crow wings with central quartz crystal held at middle eye with crow’s feet. The shakers player who kept a driving beat or pace to the hypnotizing composition wore a whitetail bucks pelt over his face with about 8 point antlers along with what seemed to be turkey feathers and finally the fourth player of the scratchy hard driving rattles left little doubt as the only one who even so much as gave a hint of a smile but moreso the sky grin of a trickster adorned with a coyote pelt with horned antlers and eagle feathers with tassels. Silver coned tin bells of various lengths and sizes made a very Faery like cadence steady, heavy stomps highlighted with glittery bell sounds as they danced around in the central circle playing America’s original rock-‘n’-roll! If I were to stop here most viewed or readers would be perfectly content and would agree that it’s a once in a lifetime chance to be a part of this sacred union. However I will finish this story the way it officially ended or was concluded at least in my mind and tie in the additional information on the bears for another related blog post.
The next day I awoke and began shopping around for Native American instruments more specifically like the ones I’d seen that night. In short time I had each one at my hands the drums, Flute and rattles and shakers. Now, there’s nothing special about this. Still this can be concluded as a guy with a wild imagination concocting a story from hallucinations inside my head. However with one Moon or month of this encounter, having purchased instruments and making some degree of racket, much to the dismay of inhabitants of the woods around my place there came like oftentimes something of great importance is like this is backed up or supported by the usually dull (comparatively speaking) happenings of ordinary daily life. In this case a distant neighbors brings two black bear skins freshly killed and cleaned. I asked him what they usually do with the hides and all, throw em away he replied, we don’t keep them.
It broke my heart to see these two mountain giants killed for a few pounds of meat, it seemed so senseless and for the first time an animal loosing it’s life in such a way for meat was murder or equal to the loss of a human life, such a waste of such a majestic being of solid thick 600 lbs of bone and muscle with kevlar skin covering a layer of three to four inch thick whale blubber for warmth. Oh and does the thread wind it’s way through the tale, a true account by the way in my daily life from this multilayered gift of magical injection into my day to day “normal” life that just keeps on unfolding and giving it’s mystery of mysteries magick. I will come back to my bear brother and sister bears later before closing this post. So I took the skins and thoughts of the huge job that lay before me of fleshing them out in preparation of two soft-tanned bear cloaks nearly seized me from action at the scope and enormity of the work I was about to undertake. Hey this is what one of the players wore, what a coincidence I recall thinking. Then two days later same hunter and his wife stop by and ask me do I want these two feet hides and antlers, they were like the bears fresh kills and skinned for meat. They’d thrown the beautiful antlers and hides away for scavengers and worms to consume. And I thought, wow what a coincidence, just like the buck antlered headress worn by rattles player. Okay congratulations, you’re starting to get an idea or see how the esoteric affairs bleeds into the exoteric affairs of daily life are you not? I recall thinking this is a bizarre coincidence,and now the whitetail bucks!? Well it didn’t end there.
A week or so later all still within one Moon, a black object lying in the middle of the dirt road that leads to the creek behind my place had ensnared my curiosity. Instantly I recognized that “blackness” and was sure it was a crow, but what in the world is a crow just sitting there, is it sick or dead. As I approached it became obvious, it was dead and apparently fell from a tree above or the sky to this spot where it’s body rests at my feet. Now this is an omen and beyond coincidence. As such I went to collect things for a burial and ceremony. I asked the forest Spirits was it okay to to take it’s wings and feet for use in a sacred headdress like I’d seen. My clear quartz crystal plummet told me what I already knew, that yes this dear Crow this lovely being of the Airs gave me it’s body as a gift. I carefully washed it and prepared a wrapping of roses from my garden before removing it’s wings, something I was a bit squeamish about doing. After a very thorough amateur autopsy and thorough inspection I could find no wounds, injury, apparent disease nor old age. It was odd but in light of the interconnected ongoing string of coincidences it was no surprise to me. I really love all animals that live around here but got a soft spot in my heart for the crow’s and always feed them scrapes or good leftover whenever I have them. Now I had the materials to make the flute players headdress which leaves one more. By this time I didn’t want anymore as the dead bodies were beginning to pile up. I had taken on tremendous responsibility by accepting these remains as to let the rot, spoil or slip into disentigration would not be wise so scrambling I went to Lowe’s and bought a small chest freezer. I waited till the month turned into the next for the fourth animal to fall from heaven into my lap the way the others did. Month after month came and went and it didn’t happen and as with most things, even the magically incredible gets allocated to collecting dust atop the bins and shelving like everyday things and I’d not given any further thought to a fourth surprise dead animal offering to complete , I didn’t know it at the time, but my future new bands concert attire. Transmuting the senseless murder of these precious beings and the theft of ripping their meat from their poor bones for meat when farm raised (which is simply replacing the suffering, transferring it to some other poor creature whose flesh is stolen daily in amounts totally billions of harmed souls. I don’t recall ever hearing no one ask them is it okay to take a bit or all of their flesh, much lesser even so much as a thank you. I occasionally still eat meat when the opportunity presents itself however my heart is softening faster than my stomach’s hunger pangs waves roll into the shores of emptiness.
Fast forward for brevatity one year later to within a week of the “dead animal Moon” from the previous year finds me driving home late, early a.am across a iced over road what do I see as a round the curve, a beautiful but dead female freshly killed Coyote. I slowed down and pulled off the shoulder where it was safe and walked over to her. I felt sorry for her and her pack most likey missing her, a beautiful healthy not yet momma but large juvenile adult. As I always do I had a word, said my piece and asked permission to take her pelt and give her a decent burial, promising like the others to use their hides to transmute their senseless deaths into something positive and affect change in a way conducive to their future generations and to Nature as a whole, something that at that point I was becoming painfully aware needed some tender loving care and swift attention. The planet, the great Mother was dying, at the hands of her ahrrent, reviled by most inhabitants, living beings of water air, and land both four legged and the other two leggeds traditionanaly have not been too well thought of Gaia’s unusual “redheaded-stepchildren”, the sons and daughters of men, wearing the skins of all their other brothers and sisters. Dancing in darkness, unaware clothed in the skins of so many fellow Earthlings our beloved Fauna, animals, dancing the cosmic dance of creation and destruction, humankind steps into the scene, the rest is history. I wear their skin in somber remembrance and sincere reverence for these precious beings, their lives taken sooner than scheduled in such brutal profane ways imaginable. Yet with alchemy this madness can be transmuted… turning lead into gold.
If you made it this far, congratulations you made it through my many ramblings and digressions. Like admitting to being a musician the obvious I’m not a real writer should be self evident, but hey I’m trying. As for my first live show in Nature, it actually was well received. I got a standing ovation as a sudden gust of wind shot upward sweeping up leaves and limbs in the updraft commotion! My tipi located nearby lifted momentarily from it’s footing, like a rocket preparing to blast off it moved but didn’t ascend to celestial heavens over head. If I can figure out how to upload video clips I’ll include some music videos for this site relevant to it’s theme and content.
This whole post here took me all day mostly back to back hours nearly ten hours of typing and some minor editing formatting. Thanks WordPress for making the website stuff virtually transparent so edits were effortless.
When I recall this encounter the old commercial jingle for Lucky Charms breakfast cereal comes to mind since it involves food, a kitchen, and a Leprechaun! However unlike the wish granting cheerful character on the cereal box, this one wasn’t hopping all around the place merrily bouncing off the walls. Instead his countenance was that of an old weathered stone, a certain type of calm, intentional and silent except when it appeared he was communicating with two smaller Gnomes.
It was a cold yet sunny afternoon when I came home from working outside cutting up firewood. Shifting gears I went to the kitchen and brought a pot of water to boil and added some pasta. I’d planned on adding some noodles to a vegetable soup that had been slow cooking all day. Feeling the flashing pain of hunger that rides the miserable notes sung by an empty stomach, I told it to hang in there that dinner would be ready soon and to stand it, adding that you ain’t gonna die from skipping lunch today. My belly grumbling with disagreement voiced it’s distress at waiting longer as I went to my office and settled in to do some paperwork.
As day began to transition into night shortly before twilight while seated at desk typing, I began noticing something out of my peripheral vision some movement. I kept ignoring it until finally it became such a distraction that looked up and directly at the direction it was coming from and never would I have guessed or imagined what would unfold on this otherwise mundane day immediately I was beginning to see what appeared to be dwarves, Little people, or gnomes gathered around the big pot of soup on the stove simmering. Here we go again I thought.
My home office is situated down the hall diagonally across from the kitchen door where sitting at the office desk I can see into the kitchen area. Soon as I looked into the direction of the movement, by now I was quite used to and knew it’s origin and what it meant, a visit from one of the Fair Folk or Good Neighbors as I fondly call them, otherwise known as the Fae, beings from this most amazing interdimensional fold! Those quick jerky movements appearing as energy heat waves of faint etheric shimmer usually accompanied by a wispy faint smoke or vapor, that always seems to foreshadow some form of the fairy beings making an appearance within my field of visual perception, eyes wide open clairvoyance kicks in, the sight I was now beholding caught my breath for what seemed a minute, finally gave way to a slow exhale to hold the integrity of the trance I’d just slipped into to maintain the elusive nature of such “Wow” chance encounters.
The inner voice that is prohibited to intrude during the fleeting moments of unforgettable interaction with these sort of encounters I’d been having with the same type of interdimensional beings since January of that year. Despite self imposed rule of silence I’d declared upon my otherwise monkey mind chatter box of thought streams those persistent thoughts encountered during meditation that seem impossible to silence for any length of time. As a newcomer to this new reality I was living now, where I’d become a “seer” right before my eyes without noticing what was happening to me at the time. Wasn’t aware of my transition into someone who works closely with the Fae and embarking on a journey that would later lead to extraordinary experiences light years from anything I could have conceived or imagined. Even the “Fae” Folk, until earlier in 2018 when all this began happening, I didn’t know what they were, or their role in the lives of us human beings since the beginning of time. Maybe I took it for granted a bit due to lingering doubts that I wasn’t really seeing them and it was all just a figment of my imagination. During such a reality jarring event of this scale that challenges life long held beliefs and assumptions we all adopt as our own perceptions of mindscape in this reality. Nethertheless I had the inner knowing as if I’d done this sort of thing all my life, as natural as a duck takes to water, so knew to keep mind space empty of thoughts just like meditation practice in a way.
Two emotions were also kept at bay during these types of encounters and that is the emotional energy of fear and excitement (lusting for the result) both the fruit of allowing thought(s) to infiltrate the otherwise sacred quiet and stillness of a calm abiding mind these beings seemed most comfortable with. Never had any issues with fear although by far it should have been held closer in check by caution which would have served me well now knowing what I know now I would endure some of the most intense startling encounters with some unimaginable wild yet polite, highly intellilgent supernatural creatures or beings that one would have the most fortunate or unfortunate (depending upon how one regards such endeavors) opportunity to cross paths with by oneself, alone in a dark forest face to face with a menacing grimace, baring huge canines those trickster forest giants or an aggressive overly protective gate keeper. My Achilles heel with this sort of thing is the latter, that of getting too excited or anxious for the appearance’s staying power or the condensation of the holographic like light body into denser three dimensional form. Most times I could not “hold it” as the translucent image of the being inches from my face or a few feet from me begins to turn solid and skin pores and hair/hair folicles begin to appear in my visual field and the entity is no longer see through. These moments test the strength of a mind to continue the suspension of disbelief and doubt for as long as possible in order to sustain these most precious moments of being in the presence of nature’s devas, localized deity of place or passerbys as this sort of situation unfolds.
Since living here I’ve had my share of encounters and experiences with all sorts of fairies from the little ones to the Giants and everything in between, however as always the case around here each you encounter always seems to outdo the last. I was taken back by what I saw standing on my kitchen counter beside the range. Earlier that day at thrown together some ingredients to make soup which was simmering on the stove. There were what appeared to be three Little people standing around looking into the pot of soup and a pot of noodles I’d just put on to boil before working on some office paperwor\=
hen I noticed it, that this wasn’t this wasn’t the usual cast of characters the Cherokee Little people that I had worked with over the last few months. These were like small white people dressed in old world clothing of maybe Scottish or Irish folk, the Hidden Folk or Little people like the ones one would see in European countries. But what really caught my attention was that one of them was a Leprechaun. For some reason this unnerved me a bit especially as I caught a glimpse of his face. The kind of face that takes one’s breath away for a split second, the kind of face of a person you wouldn’t dare want to get caught staring at. It occured to me in an instant that I’d seen him or another one in a photograph I’d taken near a large overhang and cave a few weeks back. I’d inadvertently taken a photograph of a Fairy that “photobombed” one of the dozen or so shots I’d taken of this beautiful but creepy rock cliff with a cave and overhang fit for habitation of a caveman and family. Since iscovering a small faery flying vertically up the side of the cliff, I was scanning each photo more closely for more paranormal captures. It was then that I discovered a nearly transparent “Leprechaun” looking elf seated upon a rock ledge tucked back under the shadow of the rocky outcropping over it. Barely visible but distinctly your average Frosty Lucky Charms type except for his face. The face was like that of weathered stone, chisled and ancient, not old and fragile, but strong and seen many hundreds of years. After the newness wore off from the Fairy photo I went back through photos to locate the Leprechaun once again. Much to my dismay I wasn’t able to find it leading me to question myself if I really saw it. Until now I’d longed to see it again and here it was in my home, in the kitchen. The two smaller gnomes appeared to be female and were standing on the left-hand side of the stove while the leprechaun stood alone on the right-hand side. I just couldn’t believe what I was witnessing what was unfolding before my eyes as I stared intently to feed my pupils with as much of their reflected light as possible making a lasting impression, branding with cones and rods his image to remember for later should I decide to sketch, draw or paint his or their images in my journal. Just bewildered and struck with this otherworldly cognitive dissonance at what I was seeing, the situation that was unfolding now in my own home, taking it all in.
It was about this point that I noticed the leprechaun looked up in my direction while he was talking or communicating with the two gnomes one of them seemed female(s) who seemed more interested in the vegetable soup and distracted to notice I was sitting there watching them. But he was keeping an eye on me even though not looking directly, I could feel it. He then confirmed this as he kind of did this slow motion double take catching me staring at him. Now busted, I was looking eye to eye taking in his physical features forever searing my minds eye with his thick red curly hair, like rusted steel wool, wrinkles while few gave away the fact this guy had been around the block more than a few times. In what seemed to be a eternity that moment where one is caught staring at another by an unexpected move that leaves a feeling of embarrassment and speechlessness while trying to look away naturally. Noticed that to shift my gaze from him was almost in a restricted slow motion, like trying to move during sleep paralysis. With this much eye to eye contact, I got my feel from his countenance, facial expression, and demeanor that this was an ancient being, highly intelligent, and likely a master trickster. Dressed in the usual green jacket and pants hat with red stockings and green hat and that red hair and I can never forget his face as it looked ancient from another time long ago. It was about this time or point in the experience where reality of normal life began to melt, a surge of heat a wave of concern at what I was doing sitting there staring at an interdimensional being of mythic portions while a voice in my head like my own thoughts or self talk asking me to “take a picture that it would last longer” in a sarcastic tone, jolted me back to the moment. I felt like he was communicating to me through my mind and thoughts, “mind speak” or so it’s called something that I’d learn later was typical means of communication with these beings like this. When I’d first had encounters with Elementals, with Salamanders (2.5 to 3.0 ft. Lizard like beings, or bipedal dragon faced lizard people) an ordeal that lasted nearly a month of nightly gatherings in my living room where they would emerge from the two front bay windows and step onto a small hardwood furniture between two arm chairs and hoover, and or walk around filling my head full of knowledge on topics relating to the answers they gave to my many inquiries. Later in the forest I’d discover that the Yunwi Tsundi (Cherokee Little People) they would use hand and arm gestures to interface with their human stooge until he (I) began to pick up on the “mind speak”Then suddenly I had the feeling that I was busted and entangled in some surreal elf space consciousness that left me feeling somewhat guilty of violating some unknown offense or crime of which I knew nothing of yet innately that I had somehow violated their privacy by staring and watching them unannounced, an interdimensional voyeur or cosmic peeping Tom. As I was about to look away my eyes were drawn to him as he began to reach in his pocket and was pulling something out the energy was there that said he ain’t gonna pull out a pot of gold, that it would be a trick of some sort. Still watching in disbelief as he pulled something out not taking his eye off of me, he had something in his hand now and as in one smooth fluid motion his hand opened up horizontally oriented, palm up and pointed at me with a smile that is indicative of someone up to something along the lines of a practical joke. Recall thinking to myself what in the world is he doing, then my question was answered as his right hand in one fluid swift motion of slicing or sliding one hand over the other palms facing each other horizontally oriented. Like a Ninja suddenly hurling a ninja star at an oponent, in that slicing motion launched an object that flung forth from the stationary hand an object, something I’d never seen before and still not sure what it was even to this day. However I was able to see it and it’s trajectory as it came towards me in what seemed slow motion, undulating like motion like a long centipede using it’s hundreds of legs on each side of its rod like body in unison undulating in wave like motions barely visible and definately “see through” seemingly aimed at my head or brow area just stopped and hoovered there a foot or so from my face. Clearly it was a translucent rod shaped cylinder a bit thicker than a pencil and had filaments that that ran along both sides of this thing. These tiny filaments, legs, wings or antenna moved in wave like motions along each side of the body of this object. I recall almost grinning at the thought that I’d somehow stopped his assault with my mind. Nice try there buddy I thought, unable to contain my exhilaration of countering a move of a formidable foe, a worthy opponent in battle that may lead to an overall victory. Lesson number one, never drift into thought streams or loose mindfulness or standing in presence when embroiled in such a tense moment. In my hubris I let my guard down, sensing this he suddenly waves at me taking my attention off the nearly invisible brain penetrating dart hoovering dangerously close t my forehead, I took my eyes or “Eye” off of it for a split second to catch a glimpse at what he was doing now only to realize too late what I’d just done and that was to loose sight of it, it wasn’t there hoovering in my face as if was held back by my awareness it was surely embedded in my head somehow as my noggin was it’s intended destination. They all disappeared afterwards and recall his smirk that smile he gave me as he just disappeared into the ethers, de-particlization before my eyes into nothing but my kitchen countertops in view and the stove with two pots now visible minus the presence of the “Little People” I kept asking myself, where is it, where did it go, that rod like dart, that translucent projectile he flung at me, was it in my head, was my head his intended target. What was that all about. Since then I always make myself known as not to come across as some creepy stalker or voyer peering into their business like an invader of privacy. Knowing that they are real and getting this fact across in my own mind has helped me stay consistently respectful as if I were dealing with a person, like the courtesy and respect one would give at the first time meeting a stranger. Even now some two years since that happened I still do not have the answer of why he threw this strange object at me, and what it could have been as far as I can tell it didn’t seem to have any affect on me. However each encounter has had this highly intelligent multilayered calculated design that when realized and fleshed out revealed some great nugget of truth or lesson from the ordeal. Some cases it has taken me a year or more to finally “get it” and solve the mystery of such encounters with these amazing magical beings. These ordeals so far without exception seem to personally handcrafted and tailored to teach learning lessons. Sometimes I think I must be a card carrying member of the slow learners club but have always sooner or later been able to connect dots revealing the “gold” , the lesson or wisdom gleaned from this sort of experience. That long awaited time that finally comes leaving one speechless incapable of saying anything except a “Oh Wow”, or “Daaaaaayum” “I got it now” “Wow” .