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Wednesday, February 6, 2013

"WE" Need To Make An Example Of You.

Page 178,
86. That is why those who project from the ego are vigilant for their own
safety. They are afraid that their projections will return and hurt them. They do
believe they have blotted their projections from their own minds, but they also
believe their projections are trying to creep back into them. That is because the
projections have not left their minds, and this in turn forces them to engage
in compulsive activity in order not to recognize this. You cannot perpetuate an

Surely, the Temple means something? 

From: Course of Miracles, by Helen Schucman

You cAnnOt penetrate Anne, my goodness, what did you think?

The Curse in miracles falsely attributed to Jesus Christ, is only from one place, Yaldaboath and crew, the blind dog, the one who threw away his own Mother Sophia so he can say that he's the only god and there are none before him, because he figured he hid his Mother well enough so that no one would know where he came from. That's who. From there.

Here's an excerpt from the book Not In His Image by John Lamb Lash: Page 159

"Five: Sophia's plunge from the Godhead produces an unforseen impact in the realm of chaos, spawning a species of inorganic beings, the Archons. In Sophia's fascination with the Anthropos (human species), and in her previsioning of how it might evolve, the Goddess did not anticipate the arising of these weird entities. They represent an anomalous or deviant factor that may impinge on the evolution of humanity. The Archons gather around a central deity, the Demiurge (Yaldaboath), who falsely believes he is the creator of all he beholds. The demented god proceeds to construct a celestial habitat for himself from atomic matter: this is the planetary system exclusive of the Earth, Sun, and Moon."

Let me tell you something. I don't think John Lamb Lash has thought about all of this, but there is a story in The Nag Hammadi Library called The Apocryphon of John. It says that Father, Virginal Spirit, created Mother, then Mother asked Father for some things and He created them for her, then Father created the Son through her. Then the Son asked the Father for some things and He created them for him. Son then, was in charge of everything, and everyone who ever created was suppose to either ask Father for what they wanted to create or they had to work with the mate that they were paired with, in order to create. Oh, and you have to remember that Son asked Father for a companion, and that was Mind. So just think...companion, mate...

 But Sophia didn't ask the Father nor did she work with her mate, instead she went out and created all by herself. What happened when she stepped out into the, what they called darkness, was she became frightened. Through her fear Yaldaboath was created. (No wonder the Yaldaboath turned against her, duh!) Of course that wasn't her intention, because she had other things in mind, but what she DIDN'T realize, is that her fear created the Archon. A simple EMOTION. An emotion is blind. And there is no room for vacuums. Because everthing is filled. Everything has meaning. She called that being that came out of her fear emotion, 'the blind god' which translated into the word "Yaldaboath" and Yaldo thought that was his name, the blind god. Do you see how truly blind the emotion is, without the direction of the focused thought? But it is not without, nevertheless.
Then things proceeded from there. Who knows how many billions of years passed. Then Man was said to be created and came here, wherever Sophia was, wherever this here is. Anyway, Sophia was said to be innocent, but just because she was innocent of what she was doing, it doesn't mean it cancels it out. One is responsible for their actions. Like mankind may have been considered innocent too, nevertheless they too are responsible for their actions, as well.

That's why we are dealing with this 'fear' factor, these Archons. It tells us what we too must be aware of. And now can you see, how we too, have the ability, to create good or evil? When we use our fear, meaning being by ourself in our own closed mind, then we create badly. When we use our intelligence, asking Father, or working with another, then we can create good. And just like Sophia had the ability to be afraid, so do we. Just like Sophia has the ability to feel confident, so do we. She had the entire gamut of emotions, still has. One needs to look at this closely, to see how mankind itself is from the Higher places. We really weren't born here. We were brought here. Through Sophia. The Wisdom Goddess. Even though it seems like she didn't have any wisdom. That was only an illusion. We're here to learn how to create, and create responsibly, that's why our power is dimmed, so as not to do too much damage, as ignorance can do lots of damage, U know? And so, we must take responsibility and use our creative powers correctly, so we don't create another blind god, alright? Great!

Therefore they say, "Know Thyself." By knowing your own thoughts and your own feelings, you will be in a more stable form. You will be strong. Things won't bowl you over. Like the darkness did Sophia, and her gut response was fear. You know? So you'll have more control over yourself and therefore you will advance to a state where you will be responsible with power. And everyone knows you don't put power into the hands of a child. And you don't walk close to a downed electrical chord. So, power is knowledge, and knowledge is power.

And so, because knowledge is so powerful, we have what we call the Illuminati, like hells dogs, to protect it from those who would to fool with it. Such as this excerpt says in John Lamb Lash's book "Not In His Image":  "The Nag Hammadi writings allude to special instruction preserved for "mind-mandate transmission" like the 'terms' or wisdom treasures of Nyingma Buddhism. One type of Gnostic 'term', comparable to the Buddhist "Earth 'Term'" written in symbolic scripts on scrolls, has survived in the non-Nag Hammadi text titled the Two Books of Jeu. The Tibetan tradition of discovering 'terms' hidden in rocks is echoed in the Gnostic text: "For they (the teachings) will be on a high mountain, upon a rock of truth." Another parallel occurs in Allogenes, where the 'mystes' is instructed to "write down the things that I shall tell you and of which I shall remind you for the sake of those who are worthy, who are to come after you. And you will leave this book upon a mountain and you will abjure the guardian, "Come Dreadful One." This recalls the Nyingma tradition of hidden books guarded by fierce demons until the right person comes along to discover them."

(Oh, by the way..."for the sake of those who are WORTHY," means only that one must first realize that all is for everyone, not for personal use only. So when you are capable to always have in your heart and mind EVERYONE else's as well as  your own self's perfect thought how all will be affected, and you can make right decisions, instead of sliding off into selfish desires to only fulfill your own wants, well then, one can say you have become worthy of knowing those writings which are powerful.)

And so, the Illuminati definitely have their place. And when you are not interested in any more than what they, the Illuminait, give you, then please do, read the Course in Miracles, and they will be your salvation. That's all I can say... because I noticed a day or so ago earlier, that I may be in danger from some 'unknown' power:

"About the King of Cups: "The moderation theme of the Cups suit is critical. If you strive too far into the fiery side of the King you will be burned by his inner flames, but if you slip into the deep water of his emotions you could be overwhelmed and drowned. Stay in the middle and you'll be safe."

I'm going to go have some chocolate cake.

Eat cake!

~ The intent of those shamans," don Juan said, "was so keen, so powerful, that it would solidify the
structure of the warrior in anyone who tapped it, even though they might not be aware of it."

In short, the warrior was, for the shamans of ancient Mexico, a unit of combat so tuned to the fight
around him, so extraordinarily alert that in his purest form, he needed nothing superfluous to
survive. There was no necessity to make gifts to a warrior, or to prop him up with talk or actions, or
to try to give him solace and Incentive. All of those things were included in the structure of the
warrior itself. Since that structure was determined by the intent of the shamans of ancient Mexico,
they made sure that anything foreseeable would be included. The end result was a fighter who
fought alone and drew from his own silent convictions all the impulse he needed to forge ahead,
without complaints, without the necessity to be praised.

One of the great aids that the shamans of ancient Mexico employed in establishing the
concept of the warrior was the idea of taking our death as a companion, a witness to our acts.

Don Juan said once that premise is accepted, in whatever mild form, a bridge is formed which
extends across the gap between our world of daily affairs, and something that is in front of us, but
has no name; something that is lost in a fog, and doesn't seem to exist; something so terribly unclear
it cannot be used as a point of reference, and yet, it is there, undeniably present.

Don Juan claimed, the only being on earth capable of crossing over that bridge was the warrior :
silent in his struggle, undetainable because he has nothing to lose, functional and efficacious
because he has everything to gain.

~ We hardly ever realize we can cut anything out of our lives, anytime, in the blink of an eye.
One shouldn't worry about taking pictures or making tape recordings. Those are superfluities of
sedate lives. One should worry about the spirit, which is always receding.

Personal history must be constantly renewed by telling parents, relatives, and friends everything
one does. On the other hand, for the warrior who has no personal history, no explanations are
needed; nobody is angry or disillusioned with his acts. And above all, no one pins him down with
their thoughts and their expectations.

When nothing is for sure we remain alert, perennially on our toes. It is more exciting not to know
which bush the rabbit is hiding behind than to behave as though we knew everything.

As long as a man feels that he is the most important thing in the world, he cannot really appreciate
the world around him. He is like a horse with blinders; all he sees is himself, apart from everything
else. Death is our eternal companion. It is always to our left, an arm's length behind us. Death is the
only wise adviser that a warrior has. Whenever he feels that everything is going wrong and he's
about to be annihilated, he can turn to his death and ask if that is so. His death will tell him that he
is wrong, that nothing really matters outside its touch. His death will tell him, 'I haven't touched
you yet.'

Whenever a warrior decides to do something, he must go all the way, but he must take
responsibility for what he does. No matter what he does, he must know first why he is doing it, and
then he must proceed with his actions without having doubts or remorse about them.

In a world where death is the hunter, there is no time for regrets or doubts. There is only time for
decisions. It doesn't matter what the decisions are. Nothing could be more or less serious than
anything else. In a world where death is the hunter, there are no small or big decisions. There are
only decisions that a warrior makes in the face of his inevitable death.

A warrior must learn to be available and unavailable at the precise turn of the road. It is useless for
a warrior to be unwittingly available at all times, as it is useless for him to hide when everybody
knows that he is hiding.

For a warrior, to be inaccessible means that he touches the world around him sparingly. And above
all, he deliberately avoids exhausting himself and others. He doesn't use and squeeze people until
they have shriveled to nothing, especially the people he loves.

Once a man worries, he clings to anything out of desperation; and once he clings he is bound to get
exhausted or to exhaust whomever or whatever he is clinging to. A warrior-hunter, on the other
hand, knows he will lure game into his traps over and over again, so he doesn't worry. To worry is
to become accessible, unwittingly accessible.

A warrior-hunter deals intimately with his world, and yet he is inaccessible to that same world. He
taps it lightly, stays for as long as he needs to, and then swiftly moves away, leaving hardly a mark.
To be a warrior-hunter is not just to trap game. A warrior-hunter does not catch game because he
sets his traps, or because he knows the routines of his prey, but because he himself has no routines.
This is his advantage. He is not at all like the animals he is after, fixed by heavy routines and
predictable quirks; he is free, fluid, unpredictable.

For an average man, the world is weird because if he's not bored with it, he's at odds with it. For a
warrior, the world is weird because it is stupendous, awesome, mysterious, unfathomable. A
warrior must assume responsibility for being here, in this marvelous world, in this marvelous time.
A warrior must learn to make every act count, since he is going to be here in this world for only a
short while, in fact, too short for witnessing all the marvels of it.

Acts have power. Especially when the warrior acting knows that those acts are his last battle. There
is a strange consuming happiness in acting with the full knowledge that whatever he is doing may
very well be his last act on earth.

A warrior must focus his attention on the link between himself and his death. Without remorse or
sadness or worrying, he must focus his attention on the fact that he does not have time and let his
acts flow accordingly. He must let each of his acts be his last battle on earth. Only under those
conditions will his acts have their rightful power. Otherwise they will be. for as long as he lives, the
acts of a fool.

A warrior-hunter knows that his death is waiting, and the very act he is performing now may well
be his last battle on earth. He calls it a battle because it is a struggle. Most people move from act to
act without any struggle or thought. A warrior-hunter, on the contrary, assesses every act; and since
he has an intimate knowledge of his death, he proceeds judiciously, as if every act were his last
battle. Only a fool would fail to notice the advantage a warrior-hunter has over his fellow men. A
warrior-hunter gives his last battle its due respect. It's only natural that his last act on earth should
be the best of himself. It's pleasurable that way. It dulls the edge of his fright.

A warrior is an immaculate hunter who hunts power; he's not drunk, or crazed, and he has
neither the time nor the disposition to bluff, or to lie to himself, or to make a wrong move. The
stakes are too high for that. The stakes are his trimmed orderly life which he has taken so long to
tighten and perfect. He is not going to throw that away by making some stupid miscalculation, by
mistaking something for something else.

A man, any man, deserves everything that is a man's lot - joy, pain, sadness and struggle. The
nature of his acts is unimportant as long as he acts as a warrior. If his spirit is distorted he should
simply fix it - purge it, make it perfect - because there is no other task in our entire lives which is
more worthwhile. Not to fix the spirit is to seek death, and that is the same as to seek nothing, since
death is going to overtake us regardless of anything. To seek the perfection of the warrior's spirit is
the only task worthy of our temporariness, and our manhood.

The hardest thing in the world is to assume the mood of a warrior. It is of no use to be sad and
complain and feel justified in doing so, believing that someone is always doing something to us.
Nobody is doing anything to anybody, much less to a warrior.

A warrior is a hunter. He calculates everything. That's control. Once his calculations are over, he
acts. He lets go. That's abandon. A warrior is not a leaf at the mercy of the wind. No one can push
him; no one can make him do things against himself or against his better judgment. A warrior is
tuned to survive, and he survives in the best of all possible fashions.

A warrior is only a man, a. humble man. He cannot change the designs of his death. But his
impeccable spirit, which has stored power after stupendous hardships, can certainly hold his death
for a moment, a moment long enough to let him rejoice for the last time in recalling his power. We
may say that that is a gesture which death has with those who have an impeccable spirit.

It doesn't matter how one was brought up. What determines the way one does anything is personal
power. A man is only the sum of his personal power, and that sum determines how he lives and
how he dies.
Personal power is a feeling. Something like being lucky. Or one may call it a mood. Personal power
is something that one acquires by means of a lifetime of struggle.

A warrior acts as if he knows what he is doing, when in effect he knows nothing.

A warrior doesn't know remorse for anything he has done, because to isolate one's acts as being
mean, or ugly, or evil is to place an unwarranted importance on the self.

The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves
strong. The amount of work is the same.

People tell us from the time we are born that the world is such and such and so and so, and
naturally we have no choice but to accept that the world is the way people have been telling us it is.
The art of a warrior is to balance the terror of being a man with the wonder of being a man.


Don Juan compared the warriors' way to an edifice, with each of the elements of this edifice being a
propping device whose only function was to sustain the psyche of the warrior in his role of shaman
initiate, in order to make his movements easy and meaningful. He stated unequivocally that the
warriors' way was the essential construct without which shaman initiates would be shipwrecked in
the immensity of
the universe.


Don Juan called the warriors' way the crowning glory of the shamans of ancient Mexico. He
viewed it as their most important contribution, the essence of their sobriety.

"Is the warriors' way that overwhelmingly important, don Juan?" I asked him once.

"'Overwhelmingly important' is a euphemism. The warriors' way is everything. It is the epitome of
mental and physical health. I cannot explain it in any other way. For the shamans of ancient Mexico
to have created such a structure means to me that they were at the height of their power, the peak of
their happiness, the apex of
their joy."

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