Pod People & Mind Parasites (Page 2 of 3)

‘From beneath my shirt I brought forth the alchemical amulet that I wear on a chain of Elvin silver-steel. We call an amulet of this kind a Navigator‘.......

.......‘desperate choices are made somewhat easier when there is absolutely no alternative.’

‘Deepest intuition told me that the Demiwraith was an absolutely indomitable foe. What the quest scroll revealed was an absolute resolution to encounter the Demiwraith, and some how to pass through the portal that it guarded. But I did not intend to defeat or slay it, and I sensed in my whole being that it could not be defeated in its own realm.’

‘But I also had a strong intuition that the Demiwraith, unpleasant as it was to deal with, was not showing me its fierce side, and that it had no resistance to my passing through the portal, but actually desired it for some reason.’

‘I knew exactly where the Demiwraith was trying to take me with its Kundebuffer conditioning. It would demand an ever angrier tone from me, and I would have to accept the potent Kundebuffer of play -acting an ever more sadistic Sire. That was completely unacceptable. The Demiwraith had successfully discovered a lever that ultimately would twist and distort my mind.’

’The Demiwraith lived off the negative energies of Old Terra and to continue to feed in this new time and place it needed a portal that flowed backward through the stream of time. The portal functioned like a digestive intenstine with hungry mouths on both sides.  And what better place for such an intenstiine-like aperture than within its own body where it could be directly energized by the fermenting hates, fears and desires of a whole primate covered planet. And what hidden place could be better protected than within the hideous tissues of its own body?’

’I dove through the slit-like opening and into the body of the Demiwraith.

I knew that if I didn’t act instantly my will would dissolve and in one more heartbeat I would forever be enslaved by this parasitic womb. I swam forward and into the portal.

Immediately I fell into a non place, an ether-like limbo of horrible suffering within the portal that was removed from physical time or space.

And then there was a sensation of plummeting, I fell backward into space and time, tumbled through a dark sky and landed in a high desert of red soil.

My body and mind were shattered and bleeding, but I had passed through the portal and now lay somewhere on the surface of Old Terra.’

’From a thousand planes of intuition I knew that many of my powers had been diminished or lost as I fell to this ancient world.’

But however fragile my state, I had survived the crossing, the sacred quest continued, and I knew that this was a blessing. Although I had no time to dwell on it, I also perceived that my memory had been restored, the spell of self forgetting I had imposed on myself had unlocked itself as I had crossed over and survived my encounter with the Demiwraith.’

’I had arrived on Old Terra, but in a place of power, a high desert that generated its own dimension like a red planet. It lived utterly apart from the primate collective, a place of the dream time shrouded in primal mysteries.’

’I saw that when I had fallen to Old Terra my spirit had been drawn to a land displaced, a vast high desert inhabiting its own time stream. Looking beyond the high desert faces came out of the night, the faces of spirits who were linked to me  in this world through strange patterns of destiny connected to the sacred quest.  They were faces of metamorphic primates, primates who were part way on the path to becoming elves. One of these had almost become an elf,  a boy who lived in a green, wooded place some hundreds of leagues away. He was on his own journey that was not for me to disturb, but he was deeply connected to my lifeline, a root soul. And I sensed you, sensed your will to connect to my kind.’

‘This terrible creature, the Demiwraith, why do you think it let you through the portal?’

‘I don’t know, I keep wondering about that myself.’ Replied Jeremiah. ‘Possibly it didn’t expect me to be able to resist the pleasure creating chemicals it had secreted within its body, an ultimate, metabolic Kundebuffer that I only narrowly escaped. But I have a feeling there is something more to it. Even the passage through its body seemed designed as a test, with an opening provided if I were capable of passing the test. For a few moments, after I first landed on Old Terra, I realized that I shouldn’t assume that I had passed the test, what if I were still in the Demiwraith’s body and it were capable of simulating my whole perception of reality? It was a horrifying thought, but I had to consider it, and I performed a number of tests, the details aren’t important, but I was able to know that I was not experiencing a simulacrum, I really was on Old Terra.’

‘Since then I have had a vision of the Demiwraith as a harvester of primate energies. In the vision it was manipulating its crop to achieve a precise type of decay, a delicate fermentation, but the process was destabilizing and in the scales of its calculations I was a medicine, a new ingredient to stir up the chemistry of fermentation. 

In the vision I saw that there was a slight and precarious chance that the Demiwraith had overstepped, that if I could connect with some of the proto elf spirits in this world, that I might act as an unexpected medicine.’

‘Jeremiah, you called the realm that I come from ‘Old Terra’ and you’ve referred to human beings as primates, and have described them as the ancient ancestors of the elves. But I know nothing about this phase of evolution. What happened and how did the elves come to be on a different world, what you called Emeral?.’ Jeremiah smiled.

‘I am glad that you are getting to the heart of the matter, but perhaps I owe you an apology. Intuition told me to present things to you in a certain way, but I’m not entirely sure why. Hopefully this approach wasn’t needlessly clumsy and unsettling. What I told you was true, as far as I understand these things, but I certainly owe you much more in the way of explanation.’

’Old Terra, the world of your time that you know as ‘Earth’ was in a state of great instability and change at the time in its history that I fell backward through the stream of time to meet. This is hard to know how to communicate, because what for me is ancient history, for you is the near future. What obscures things even further is that there are infinite arrays of parallel time streams and the one that I came from may match up with yours in some ways, and not in others. Most of your kind stay within the collective time stream all their lives. Alphabet using primates came to call the collective time stream, ‘history’ and by powerfully Kundebuffered habits of mind they considered divergences from that stream as ‘not real.

What I can tell you of Old Terra and the elves is only what I can see looking back over my shoulder, backward into the time stream that I flowed with before I crossed over. The story of the exodus from Old Terra and the origin of the elves is not a tale that could be given justice at an evening campfire, or at the nightly campfires of many moons. Perhaps some day I will try to set it down properly, but for now a very simple version will have to suffice.’

‘Each of them had a powerful true will to rebel and diverge from the destructive time stream of their species, and had suffered greatly resisting the dark undertow of Kundebuffer. Their suffering deepened their commitment to alter the time stream and allowed them to develop profound empathy for their fellow creatures. Yet they lived in a time that was so lacking in that natural empathy, and so charged with Kundebuffer delusions, that they had to live secretly, and as outsiders, in their own world. In the stark emptiness of outer space they discovered that although most of them had never met, that they were somehow a family and that many in the group had contact with each other through dreams long before they had encountered the Ark.’

‘And all of this strange family of proto elves shared a heavy burden of sorrow for all the life on the planet that they had left behind. Many felt a profound guilt for abandoning the Earth, their species and particular loved ones that had been left behind. Technological communications with Earth had been lost early on, and no one knew how things turned out, though the worst was presumed.’

‘But for their children, the first generation born off planet, who never knew a world besides the Ark, things were stranger still. They learned to experience each others' dreams and to communicate in visions instead of words. For them the Ark was also a chrysalis, a chrysalis in which primate evolution gave birth to something else.’

’Not very long after the passing of the last old one, the Ark’s sensors detected our new world, a beautiful evergreen planet that we named ‘Emeral.’ There came the day of the landing and the one hundred and forty-four of my kind left the only world we had ever known, the Ark, and found ourselves on a planet of spectacular, pristine beauty. No primates inhabited this world, but somehow it had been seeded with many familiar life forms, and we found others that were new and wonderful.’

’On Emeral we had room to grow and evolve, and we adopted new ways, and rediscovered many ancient ones. Especially we created new magic which we blended with rediscovered ancient magic. We called this hybrid magic the Vehrillion, and it allowed us to grow far beyond where the old technological magic of our parents and primate ancestors had taken us.’

‘They felt we were too remote from the old time stream to be able to view it anymore. Others disagreed and said that anything could be viewed remotely if you resonated with it. It was their belief that the time stream was obscured by what they called ‘novelty.’ There had been so much change on the planet that their minds simply could not resonate with it coherently. But for all the old ones the loss of communication and knowing was a deep sadness.’

‘As the old ones aged and began to pass on, some of them shared visions with us, visions that haunted them for years, but which they had withheld. They told us that they felt sure there had been cataclysmic change on Old Terra, but they could perceive it only as the great mystery. They believed that suffering may have intensified on the planet, perhaps horribly, but somehow it had led to an explosion of evolutionary change. What they called a ‘quantum shift’ occurred, which apparently meant displacement into other dimensions of possibility. And some felt a deep disappointment and regret that they had removed themselves and not been there to participate in the great mystery. For them it seemed that they had not so much escaped the fate of Old Terra, as been left behind by it.’

‘After most of the Old Ones had passed on, I became very close to one of the few remaining elders, a proto elf of great wisdom whose name was Arthur. Shortly before he died Arthur told me something, something that would come to haunt me. His words have a direct connection with my being here and with the Sacred Quest. I can still hear him speaking them in my mind,

‘Jeremiah, I can feel the end of my time is near, and I feel at peace with that. But one doubt still gnaws at me. I have tried to view the great mystery and the few glimpses I have been given cause me to feel that it was some how diminished, that some quality my mind cannot name was lacking in it. I wonder sometimes if our departure was not a misdeed, if we did not take medicine away from the mother planet that she needed. For we took life, sacred medicine, away in our ark. In the one hundred and forty-four of us who left was also the spirit energy of you and your brothers and sisters. It lived in us only as unborn potential, the elf spirit you might say, and I wonder if we did not take something from the great mystery by sending that life off into the sterile darkness of space.’

‘For a time, after we completed the crossing, I put those words out of my mind. There was so much to do to explore and settle our new world, Emeral. We had grown up in a confining crucible of technological magic, the Ark, and now for the fist time had set foot on a planet, and not just any planet but one filled with life and untrammeled beauty. Ages past as we settled this world and developed a new culture. I became part of a hermetic circle, a small group of elves, some male, some female, who found that we were connected by especially deep inner ties. We discovered that we had been brought together to develop a new system of magic---the Vehrillion---and with our vital, ageless bodies and eager minds we had all the space we needed for that development to occur.

     But even on our beautiful world there were shadows. Some few of us chose dark paths, and slowly we all became aware of the Demiwraith. As yet it was still wraith-like and disembodied, but we felt its presence, a malign spirit deep underground near the Valley of Shadows. I attempted far seeing alchemy to probe its mind and view the time stream of its origin. And that was when I rediscovered the problem of the Great Mystery. I used far seeing alchemy to view the solar system of Old Terra, but the earth and its moon were no longer present, nor did any trace of them remain. The Demiwraith, like ourselves, was a castaway of the old world. Somehow the great mystery had removed the life of the mother planet to a place, a realm that neither we, nor the Demiwraith could follow. The Demiwraith, this potent being fed by the madness and suffering of many billions, had found that its food source, its host, had disappeared forever across an impenetrable event horizon. It was a hungry wraith, a parasite without host, abandoned in the cold of space. But the Demiwraith knew the secrets of inner navigation and sensed Emeral as its nexus of power, a place of resonance where a species lived that was the direct descendant of its host species. As a flesh-spirit, it desired the living food that would allow it to manifest organically. But it had the ability to persist as a wraith, disembodied, and as a wraith it needed no star ship to follow us across space.’

‘We felt this flesh-spirit throbbing with hunger in the deep stone cavities of our world. But we were not so easy to feed on as the primates of Old Terra. Our bodies and spirits burned at a temperature of color not suited to its metabolic fires. The Demiwraith required of its host a certain fermentation---it loved bodies that aged and died in fear, for these exuded a sweet ether that made it strong and lusty. For the Demiwraith, our energy was strange and mutagenic, medicine that it both feared and desired. But in the living presence of its original host descendants it was able to perform a powerful alchemy, an alchemy of time and energy and feeding that opened a portal that flowed backward in the stream of time to Old Terra. And through this portal it was able to feed off the fermenting madness and fear of many billions of dying primates.’

‘In this way the Demiwraith came to coexist with us on Emeral and for a long time it sipped cautiously, almost invisibly, at the edges of our collective energy. This continued until the six decided secretly that they would seek out the Demiwraith and slay it.

It seems very likely that the Demiwraith discovered weaknesses in their personalities, that it employed mind pressures and deceptive spells that fanned the flames of naïve ambition within them. But we cannot say for certain.

All we really know is that the six never returned to us. They may have been parasited and slowly consumed, or perhaps they were allowed to pass through the portal as I was. But we did feel, deep in our bodies, one dreadful result of the outcome of the six. For the first time the Demiwraith had fed on the living blood of elf bodies, and this blood made it a far more potent parasite. The careful, almost undetectable sipping at the edge of our collective energy had become a greedy suction that we could now discern clearly in the dark moments and gloomy moods that came to pervade our world like encircling mists.

     Our world had become overcast and out of joint. Wispy tendrils of fear sought openings in our minds and a vague miasma of discontent overshadowed spirits once bright and glowing.’

‘In some ways I am closer to it, but in others I am further away, because from your timeline the Great Mystery is in the future, and although it is a necessary part of the future it is not yet fully formed. What I sense is a time of great change.......a time when enough proto elves will experience such a profound need to escape the collective time line that there will occur a sudden evolutionary metamorphosis, the collective time line will fracture, and there will be an explosion of what the Old Ones called 'novelty' as a multitude of spirits find they are free to radiate their own time streams and follow pathways that are unbound from matter and mortal bodies. Some of these unbound spirits will coalesce and have a knowing of each other unimaginable now, since most of your kind are so fractured and communicate mostly with verbal speech.  When these spirits, who have so long endured seperateness, begin to coalesce there will be new realities created‘.......

I am curious about this quote, could you elaborate on it a little more, how exactly did they do this - do you think that they are conscious of it, or is it automatically operating between you?

Also, before I started reading this forum, I did not know that the Elohim were archons or Theocrats or whatever. In pop mysticism they are affiliated with the higher angelic realms, like Archangel Michael and so forth. Are they lower fourth dimensional beings that masquerade as being from the angelic realms, or what?-lala