Archive for December, 2009
My mother came to visit me in the city today. At one point I reached out to touch her arm. As I did she began to surrogate for some thing small and frightened. We’ve have been trying to heal the history of several of our ancestors on her side of the family, so it didn’t take us long to figure out that we were talking to the wounded child archetype (greatly expanded due to trauma and the subsequent dissociation from that trauma and the vulnerable aspects of personality that allowed it) of her grandmother’s husband. The wounded child had been passed down to her mother, then to her and finally to her children, including me. It exists in all of us simultaneously in a sense.
The wounded child was very frightened, almost crying, and didn’t really want to be talking to us or answer our questions. We usually need to be very patient because questioning and treatment can take a very long time if the being, entity or aspect we are talking to has been traumatized, doesn’t want to answer our questions or has been forbidden from or intimidated into not answering. In this case it was primarily trauma and the fear of being hurt again that were prolonging the process. We could tell that it would take a long time to treat this fully. Unfortunately we both had physical work that needed to be done that day. Before we released her from surrogating to get on with that work, I explained how frustrating it was that I could see many layers of her energy body trying to maintain the status quo, holding me out and holding this wounded child archetype in. I knew that if these layers would let me, or if I had the clarity/power to move through them, I and all the forces that help and guide us could simply set the situation straight, all forces and energies returned to their creators, healed and allowed to move on. As I said that I thought I could enter and move through those energy layers, my mother’s hands rose in front of her as if holding something back and a voice spoke through her in clipped feminine voice. “No you could not!” It said. “Are you a layer of my mother’s energybody?” We asked. “Yes” It said. After more questioning and interpreting of my mothers hand position, we found that this layer thought of itself as a protector. I saw that kept everything outside that it thought should be outside and everything inside that it thought should be inside. Allowing me to heal the issues we had been dealing with was not on its agenda. It also refused to tell us who gave it this job. Spontaneously we ended up talking to one layer down from the protector. This layer was supposed to erase anything that got through the protector layer.
As fascinating as all of this was, my mother and I had other things we needed to do so we broke off communication. We’ve become rather jaded about the importance of most little discoveries like this. There are thousands of ways to interfere with a person or the work they are doing. This is just one. It may be important in the long run, but it’s just one more thing in a very, very long line. The trick to our work seems to be a combination of recording some complicated manual processes that have worked consistently for us and continually being intuitively sensitive and energetically aware of what is going on at the moment. No one discovery has been as important as the long slow process of continually being sensitive and adaptive to the moment while recording what has worked in the past.
I very much wish my message was as simple and elegant and ultimately as true as that.
Science fiction author and science commentator Peter Watts has had an altercation with US border officials while attempting to return to Canada from the US. He is being charged with assaulting a federal officer, which could result in two years jail time if he is convicted. The whole situation seems highly irregular and my bias and support are firmly behind Watts, who says he was assaulted without provocation after exiting his vehicle and repeatedly asking why he was being searched. Read his account on his blog here.
The National Post article can be found here.
The legal fees for Watts’ defense against the US Govt. could prove ruinous in his modest financial situation as well. Such is the life of a non-mainstream author who gives away much of his work. Many of his fans and friends have already donated to help with his impending legal fees. If you feel compelled to follow suit I encourage to you to do so at The Niblet Memorial Kibble Fund.
I almost didn’t make my last post here because, aside from the beautiful poetry it seemed vague and melodramatic. These are two qualities I take great effort to avoid in my writing, so it was odd for me to feel so drawn to them. I asked my guides and they said I should post it, so I did. Only later did I understand that the act of writing had provided the seed for the crystallization of a perception that I had been having. The purpose of writing had been to tune my perceptions.
After writing about Wilderness Gothic I continued to have the sense of impending horror, or more clearly, something obscene, an abomination. These are not words or sensations common in my vocabulary. I found myself watching clips from Cronenberg’s “The Fly.” In these situations it becomes fairly obvious that something is impinging on my awareness, and particularly that if it isn’t immediately obvious to me then it is probably a very big or very personal problem and I will need help. I called up my mother.
It becomes apparent that we are dealing with a higher dimensional structure designed to resonantly attract/induce abomination in those dimensional regions that it penetrates. We dubbed this structure The Drawer of Abomination. It was not intelligent or living, but did actively alter the realities that it touched, but like wind can whistle and make music in the arches and fold of a building. My mother was put into contact with beings from four parallel dimensions roughly corresponding to the four-plus-Earth dimensions that my soul’s energy bodies are incarnated within at present (see The Anatomy of Plural Identity). Some of those beings were used as anchors by the Drawer and needed to be freed. Beings in those dimensions also had what my mother and I call affiliations and affinities to certain negative intelligences that would prevent the drawer from being removed from their dimensions. Affiliations are links that we make to forces outside our dimension. They usually form when a beings consciously or unconsciously enters into some kind of cliche devil’s bargain, often after being hurt and seeking revenge, or just for the sake of power. There doesn’t need to be a ritual. An affiliation is often formed in the secret private moment when you realize you’d do anything to hurt someone. What the being wants is almost never delivered unless it serves the negative intelligence’s purpose, but the link remains through life times. Affinities are similar to affiliations, but distinct in that there is no event that triggered them. Affinities are simply part of a being’s present structure that naturally links them to an extra dimensional force. Affinities and affiliations can be to positives forces as well as negative ones, thus, after ending the negative we ask that The Music from Beyond the World guide our energies in creating the optimal positive affiliations for the beings that we are working with.
We were also put into communication with beings that guarded The Drawer of Abomination. It is quite often that negative intelligences will coerce beings to work for them through contracts, affiliations, affinities or by holding such instruments of control over the family of the beings in question. The beings often think that they cannot be released and that attempting to be freed will lead to their punishment. In this particular case we found that the guards of the Drawer for these five dimensions were actually aspects of our family’s beings from previous lives, each with a different task in relation to the drawer. We went back in time and freed each from its bonds after helping it to come to terms with its role in creating and maintaining the Drawer.
When all bonds holding the Drawer to these five dimensions had been ended, we flushed it from them, flowing energy from the axon-like structure which bonded each dimension to the others and all of them to a greater network of dimensions.
“Across Roblin Lake, two shores away,
they are sheathing the church spire
with new metal. Someone hangs in the sky
over there from a piece of rope,
hammering and fitting God’s belly-scratcher,
working his way up along the spire
until there’s nothing left to nail on—
Perhaps the workman’s faith reaches beyond:
touches intangibles, wrestles with Jacob,
replacing rotten timber with pine thews,
pounds hard in the blue cave of the sky,
contends heroically with difficult problems of
gravity, sky navigation and mythopeia,
his volunteer time and labor donated to God,
minus sick benefits of course on a non-union job—
Fields around are yellowing into harvest,
nestling and fingerling are sky and water borne,
death is yodeling quiet in green woodlots,
and bodies of three young birds have disappeared
in the sub-surface of the new county highway—
That picture is incomplete, part left out
that might alter the whole Dürer landscape:
gothic ancestors peer from medieval sky,
dour faces trapped in photograph albums escaping
to clop down iron roads with matched grays:
work-sodden wives groping inside their flesh
for what keeps moving and changing and flashing
beyond and past the long frozen Victorian day.
A sign of fire and brimstone? A two-headed calf
born in the barn last night? A sharp female agony?
An age and a faith moving into transition,
the dinner cold and new-baked bread a failure,
deep woods shiver and water drops hang pendant,
double yolked eggs and the house creaks a little—
Something is about to happen. Leaves are still.
Two shores away, a man hammering in the sky.
Perhaps he will fall.”
– Al Purdy, Wilderness Gothic
I don’t make predictions, but there comes a sense. A pregnant waiting, filled with the possibility of obscenity, or transformation. Something must happen. Will it?