Was Jesus a Pleiadean?

Was Jesus a Pleiadean?

The other day, I emailed Psycho Psychic that the Pleiadean factor on Planet Earth was raised by Barbara Marciniak in Bringers of the Dawn: Teachings From the Pleiadians

The excerpts from the book that link brings up are impressive, but leave out a bit here and there.
In 1992, I wrote a fun kick-ass novel Psycho Psychic later read, about a most interesting Pleiadean human colony in America. I had hoped the tale would make me rich and famous. Alas.
A new age acquaintance pressed me to read Bringers of the Dawn shortly after it was published in late 1992. I knew while reading it that the Pleiadeans (Marciniak spelled it Pleiadians) were not telling her everything. They as much told her that, they, too, were here not entirely out of the goodness of their hearts, just as they said the reptilians were here for their own benefit. I pointed to that in a letter to Marciniak, and that she needed to deal with it. She did deal with it somewhat in the sequel book, name now escapes me.
Millions of people went Pleiadean crazy, with Marciniak’s help. A new religion to replace the religions that had failed. I would come to have a good friend who worshiped the Pleiadeans. A new age cult in Texas, as I recall, committed suicide en masse, to go be with some ET race, their Earth human  leader had told them would happen.
The day I finished reading Bringers of the Dawn, I had an appointment with a Barbara Brennan “hands of light” therapist, who was darn good at what she did. During the drive to her place, it came to me strong that my son had been killed by the Pleiadeans. The therapist and I went into that during the session.
During the next session, she told me that my  “core star” took her “core star” on a dazzling tour of the Universe. After the next  session, she told me that whatever I was involved in was beyond her range, and she could not help me. I was in the 1st dark night of the soul.
Later, a former Sikh suggested I read ET 101 . I read it, and then I called the authors and made an appointment to drive to see them. They were into receiving assistance from the Pleiadeans. During a healing session I had with one of the authors, she said she was hearing from the Pleiadeans that I needed to approach my work more as poetry. I thought she meant that literally. As in, all of life is poetry.
About a week later, the heavens opened and a stunning celestial rainbow eulogy poem to my son burst out of me on the 26 anniversary of the day I had buried him. He had died of sudden infant death syndrome.  I already knew 26 was the sacred number for God. Then came a season of fabulous rainbow poetry boiling out of me.
Later, I met a man who told me, that before Bringers of the Dawn came out, the Pleiadeans had offered him what they later would give to Marciniak. He heard them out, didn’t trust they were leveling with him entirely, and told them, no thanks.
The other day, I wondered if the message that the Pleiadeans had killed my son was they had throttled sales of my novel about the Pleaidean colony? The novel was my son, so to speak. Perhaps the Pleiadeans didn’t like the novel? Or, they didn’t care for what I wrote to Marciniak? Or, they thought I needed to get over wanting to be rich and famous? Or,  my karma required me to have other kinds of experiences? Or, whatever?
In astronomy, the Pleiades are known as The Seven Sisters. I have heard theories of that’s where Jesus came from. Perhaps equipped with 12 strands of DNA, as described in Bringers of the Dawn.

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Three very different ET reports from Wacko Wizard

I, Wacko Wizard, present three very different ET reports in response to Psycho Psychic’s dream described in the next previous blog post at this website: https://www.intuitive-explorations.com/alternate-reality-dream-requests-alien-encounter-reports/

Trip into a distant sun:

Back in 1987, when I was first learning craniosacral therapy, I invited a friend from massage school to let me introduce him to it. He said okay and came over to my apartment and got onto my massage table. Craniosacral therapy was discovered by early osteopathic physicians and further refined as time passed. Among other things, it was learned that the plates in the skull could be gently manipulated. Modern medicine denies the plates rotate on their own, much less can be manipulated. However,  I can show anyone willing to learn, how to feel the cranial rhythm and the cranial plates rocking.

I started working on my friend’s head. He went into a light trance. Then, he said he was headed to a distant universe. Then, he said was going into a sun there, in which there were intelligent beings. He said no more, and went into a grand mal seizure, which I had never seen before. I didn’t know what to do but keep my hands on his shoulders. He shook violently for about 5 minutes, and then he started calming down.  Then, he was out of it. He said, “All hell’s going to break loose on this planet (Earth).” He said he’d never before had anything like that happen to him.

Dora Kalff’s talk with the Dalai Lama:

Dora Kalff was a Swiss woman, who had trained under the Swiss Psychiatrist Carl Jung, who had taken psychiatry into the mysterious realms of dreams, visions, syncronistic experiences, etc. Later, Dora developed Sandplay thereapy, which consisted of her having a lot of miniature objects of just about anything imaginal – plant, animal, mineral – of and not of this world. She  had two small rectangular sand boxes, one with dry sand, the other with wet sand. Her clients used the miniatures to make sand pictures as she watched on. The therapy was non verbal. The clients healed as they kept coming and making sand pictures.

I met Dora in 1988, in America. She was my licensed clinical social worker wife’s former Sandplay teacher. My wife had not seen Dora in many years. Dora invited us to her home near Zurich for a Sandplay training later that year. I tagged along. At the end of the training, Dora invited my wife and me out to lunch. I’d had my first ET experience shortly after arriving in Switzerland. It was an other-dimension experience with three ETs inside a space ship. Two of the beings were somewhat humanoid, the third looked in the face like a wolf. Then, there was something in the apartment with us, which was terrifying. Then, it was gone. I think it was the next night that my wife had her first orgasm ever through sexual intercourse.

So over lunch, I asked Dora if she, or any of her clients, ever had experiences with ETs? Dora said she would answer my question in this way. When the Dalai Lama came to Zurich to see Tibetan refugees who had settled there, he came to Dora’s home to see her. She had met him some years prior in India. She showed him her Sandplay room and told him how her clients used the miniatures to make sand pictures and heal while she watched on. He said that was applied Buddhism. Then, he asked her, “And what kind of pictures do people make who were not born on this planet?” Dora looked me dead in the eye, said, “The Tibetans know many things they do not say.”

Space ship sighting over my home in America:

In the spring of 1994, my licensed clinical social worker Sandplay therapist wife and her son and a licensed clinical social worker friend of ours were sitting on the front side patio of our home one morning. I happened to look up and saw a space ship parked beside a cloud maybe a mile up. The ship was white, oval-shaped, no dome. Much smaller than the cloud. I told the other three to look up at the spaceship beside the cloud. They said, Yeah, right. I told them again to look up at the space ship. They said again, Yeah, right. I was astounded.

I then saw the ship dart behind the cloud. No way a human craft could have made that maneuver, nor stayed parked beside the cloud. I told the three that the spaceship darted behind the cloud. Yeah, right, they said.  Then, the cloud started stretching across the sky, like a very wide vapor trail. One side of the cloud stayed where I had first seen it, as the other side was stretched, I figured, by the space ship from left to right. I told the three what I was seeing. Yeah, right, they said. They never looked up. I was astounded.

That night, the boy came to me privately in our home and asked if I had really seen a space ship? I asked him if he’d ever known me to make something like that up? He knew I was having a lot of strange experiences. His mother knew. She was having strange experiences herself. I had taught him an internal alchemy ritual, which he used when he needed help with something going on in his life. He said, No, he had never known me to make such things up. I said he didn’t look up because he was afraid his mother and our friend would tease or think badly of him. Yes, he said. I said the space ship came for him to see, I already knew about such things. I said I bet he would look up the next time I told him I saw a space ship. Yes, he said. But there was no next time while I was with him and his mother.

I figured she was afraid to look up, because she knew I was telling the truth and she didn’t want to feed it, she didn’t want her son to see it, and she didn’t want to deal with our licensed clinical social worker friend, who himself never had anything but ordinary human experiences. I figured if he had looked up, he might have become destabilized, had a psychotic break. Or, he would have convinced himself he did not see what he saw and watched unfold.

That was long before smart phones, which perhaps could have videoed what I saw, and be put up on YouTube, and then be wowed and alleged to be photo-shopped.

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does religion understand God, or Hell?

Does religion understand God, or Hell?

A friend sent this link:

I replied to my friend:

I read the article, seems like a research paper, kinda. I submitted this comment, don’t know if it got through:
“I don’t recall what the afterlife is like, but I’ve had countless direct, palpable, sleeping and waking encounters with supernatural beings, angels mostly, but also demons, and one obvious ET encounter, so I know that all exists, and I know the demons aren’t something I’d care to spend time with on purpose; and I know, which I can’t prove either, and to think I could would be madness on my part, that plenty of what is awry on this world, the general and the various dramas, is influenced behind the scenes by demons, which jumps the political and scientific systems, even as it seems to befuddle, even beguile, the religious systems, which seem to think they, being religious systems, are near to God, but it seems that is for God to decide.”
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LGBTs are unique emanations of God, evolving …

The other day brought a wake up call from a wise, loving parent of a  transgender child:

So glad to see this rebuttal to the recent & dangerous WSJ opinion piece on the bogus diagnosis “Rapid Onset Gender Dysphoria.” ROGD is NOT a clinical term – it’s a political one cleverly designed to sound clinical. ROGD reinforces biases against transgender individuals by postulating that trans identity is largely the result of social contagion (with a bizarre focus on adolescent & young adult trans men – a weird 2nd wave radical feminist obsession). Catching transgenderism from friends & social media…. preposterous.

Surprisingly, ROGD was mined by a Brown professor from several well-known anti-transgender blogs for her highly flawed and subsequently debunked “study” of transgender young adults. The study was nothing more than a survey of bewildered and vulnerable parents of trans people – parents culled from the SAME anti-trans sites that invented the term ROGD. No trans kids were actually included in the study. Thus, the only “rapid onset” phenomenon revealed in the study is the parents’ “rapid onset rude awakening” to who their children really are.

NYTIMES.COM
Conservatives are inventing a “syndrome” to undermine young people’s transitions.

(The transgender author of that piece confesses she had a rough go learning her own child was transgender.)

Another loving parent of a LGBT child commented:

Thank you so much for posting this. I have shared it. I think the focus on the problem being with the parents not the child is of critical importance. My greatest fear is for the hardship and censure my child faces and will probably continue to face for a long time. I love my child so much and only want them to be safe in this world we live in. Together as parents, we can unite and love all of our offspring – it takes a village. I, for one, am a proud member of said village and have open arms for all comers. We can do this, together, and with love. ❤️

I commented. 

Amen, and – I think the problem extends to other family members, friends, social and religious associations, who don’t seem capable of deducing that God (or whatever is running things) does not share their prejudice.  Gosh, maybe the prejudiced ones come back the next time as transgenders, gays, lesbians, bis, to broaden their horizons?’

The posting parent commented:

that would be great

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This old straight white guy dreamed about that and of sharing my personal views of people with different from straight gender make up.
For decades, it has been my impression that LGBT people simply cannot conform to straight, and to expect them to conform is ill-informed, ill-advised and cruel. I have had 2 LGBT blood relatives, and I never thought of them changing to suit the straight “norm”. I would fight to the death anyone who tried to force them to change. That said, I also came to the view that, while some people are natural-born  LGBT, others are not, but change as a result of traumatic in-womb and/or early life chemical physical, emotional, mental, psychological, spiritual trauma, and there is nothing that can humanly be done about it.

I am pretty sure I can demonstrate to LGBTs willing to privately talk freely with me daily for a week or two, with both of us assisted by our dreams, visions and other angel input , whether or not they are natural born LGBT. Not with the goal of them changing to straight people, which I imagine is not possible absent a miracle, but simply to give them a different perspective, which they then can share, if they wish, with other people. This is offered free as a public service. None of it will be reported at this blog, or anywhere, nor shared with anyone else, without express written permission from any LGBTs who participate.

Meanwhile, for any Christians prejudiced against LGBTs, consider it did not matter to Jesus and God that St. Paul’s unexplained (by him) thorn in the flesh was he was gay, and women near him knew it. As Saul, before meeting the Lord on the Road to Damascus, he was a member of the Jewish priesthood.  His sacred duty to God was to marry and have children. Yet there is nothing in Paul’s letters in the New Testament saying he was ever married or had children. There is in his letters criticism of homosexuality and heterosexual sex, and assertions that women are below men in relation to God. Failure of Christendom to acknowledge Paul was gay, and Jesus was a straight Jewish man in every way, created sexual and gender Armageddon in Christendom. As did Eve getting blamed in Genesis for doing exactly what she was designed by God to do: be curious, creative, courageous.

Perhaps Eve caused this to jump out of me in the spring of 1994?

Earth – 
The sacred prism 
through which souls are refracted 
into their elemental parts, 
purified in Holy Fire, 
then one-forged 
and sent on their way
to not even God knows where, 
simply because they are all 
unique emanations of God, 
evolving …

 

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Wacko Wizard

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adjective
  1. deviating from what is standard, normal, or expected.
    “an anomalous situation”
    synonyms: abnormalatypicalnontypicalirregularaberrantexceptionalfreakfreakishoddbizarrepeculiarunusual, out of the ordinary, inconsistentincongruousdeviant, deviating, divergenteccentric;

All want the security of the well fed pig, says Empress

“Pigs in mud”

All want the security of the well fed pig.

Horror at the baseness unrecognized.

A lifetime spent in shirt stuffing.

And pen comparison.

Is truth more palatable when honeyed?

Is a stark soulscape less so with the eyes of Monet?

May my affectations always be known and understood.

Wacko Wizard to Empress:

email kudo from a friend: 

“Thanks for encouraging “Empress” to write. Her pigs poem is extraordinary.”

Empress

Most of the time I feel it’s vanity to write or even think. I’m sure you understand. Working on being more the fool on the hill. Our lives, we make so much of our thoughts but unless they make something of us, it’s likely blowing smoke up our own asses and there’s examples aplenty of people doing so with far greater eloquence than I could.

I can write, I do not have a thing to say.

I’m spending this lifetime reading, watching.

Trying to make sense of anything. So far I have figured out that it is best to be kind but watch your ass. “Call on God but steer away from the rocks.”

My mind is like Forrest Gump, I swear.

simple 😃

Wacko Wizard

And butter don’t melt in your mouth, either – heh 

Empress

Knowing of the world and being worldly are so different, you know this well.

Wacko Wizard

yep, and Jesus said to be in but not of this world

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adjective
  1. deviating from what is standard, normal, or expected.
    “an anomalous situation”
    synonyms: abnormalatypicalnontypicalirregularaberrantexceptionalfreakfreakishoddbizarrepeculiarunusual, out of the ordinary, inconsistentincongruousdeviant, deviating, divergenteccentric;

the beginning of Wacko Wizard’s neverending story

I suppose the beginning of my neverending story started a long, long time ago, in a universe far, far away.

It may have no scientific ending, either.

I don’t know much about Joseph Campbell mentioned by Psycho Psychic in her post about the beginning of her neverending story, other than I am left-handed, and I saw his “Hero’s Journey” film maybe in 1987.

If I understand Campbell’s left hand path, then I ended up going down it full bore, whole hog, after plenty of struggling to shed my early rich, white, prominent Southern Baptist family programming, beliefs and worrying what other people thought about me. I came to think there is much truth in the saying: Once you destroy your reputation you can be free.

I take some credit for that evolution, which more than a few other people viewed as devolution; but most of the credit I have to give to a band of angels that came after me, which came into plain view in early January 1987, in my 45th year, which I described at the bottom of this website’s home page.

I laugh, when I hear someone say that visitation by angels was my subjective experience. Or, I imagined it. Or, I made it up.

It was as objective and real as hitting my thumb with a hammer. As being hit in the balls by a line drive when I was 11 playing scrub baseball before school started. As my choking nearly to death on my first communion wine after my mother had forced me to take Confirmation classes. As my first-born dying of sudden infant death syndrome when I was 25.

As objective and real as my being told in my sleep in early January 1991, “With respect to St. John of the Cross, you haven’t seen anything yet,” and then I was covered in pure, raw, black Evil, and I went to gagging and trying to escape it, and I woke up gagging and trying to escape it, and I was terrified, and my ego was inflated sky high.

As objective and real as the heavens and their beauties and hell and its uglies inside and outside me then having their way with me,  which, along with being stood in front of a mirror for long periods of time, changed my perspective of just about everything.

I learned everything is interconnected. There is no separation between human events and spirit events. As above, so below. As below, so above.

I learned a dream or vision, or being visited and touched and moved and shaken and traumatized and uplifted by supernatural beings, or by ETs, is as objective and real as having an automobile wreck. That nobody else has your dream or vision or experience does not make it subjective or imaginary.

If you don’t believe me, ask Joseph Campbell – Heh.

Enough babbling. What’s important is what happens and how we respond to it.

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/əˈnämələs/
adjective
  1. deviating from what is standard, normal, or expected.
    “an anomalous situation”
    synonyms: abnormalatypicalnontypicalirregularaberrantexceptionalfreakfreakishoddbizarrepeculiarunusual, out of the ordinary, inconsistentincongruousdeviant, deviating, divergenteccentric;

When are we ever not in church being exorcised?

Recent Facebook chat about when are we ever not in church being exorcised, mused by a Deep South amiga I named “Killing Them Softly” 😉

Killing Them Softly Was just reading about a shaman who helped Wm. Burroughs, a man I genuinely thought less talented than demon possessed. http://realitysandwich.com/…/the-exorcism-of-william…/

The Exorcism of William Burroughs: A Dialogue Between Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg - Reality Sandwich
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Killing Them Softly Turns out, he was always talented but the great shame society and loved ones dumped on him for his natural sexuality caused a rift that allowed negativity to breed.
Wacko Wizard A bit more to the Burroughs article than the title suggests. Exorcism, as noted, very dangerous to the exorcist, who is the malevolent spirit’s true target, the possessed is the mal spirit’s bait, and the exorcist is God’s bait. I was never allowed or given that to do in that way, although one time, a woman brought to me admitted she had made a deal with Evil and I tried to persuade her she did not wish to go down that road, and she said she was going to do it, because she’s had a horrible time of it and the spirit was offering her something better. The new age therapist , who had connected me with the woman, was sitting in, observing, and she was freaked out after it was over. How I was given to do it was, in keeping with my training, clues from the subject, and nudgings, or shovings, from the angels, to take the subject step by step through a process that eventually, perhaps in a few weeks, or longer, would liberate the subject from whatever had hold of the subject, and deliver the subject into the hands of the angels, or into something at least more correct for the subject. Most subjects went along for a while, but few were prepared to go the distance. That new age therapist went a long ways, and mostly the angels did it for her.
As the Burroughs article explains, there is grave threat to the exorcist and even to the exorcist’s helpers. There is zero latitude for being egotistical in this kind of work. Humility, caution and respect for the possessing spirit, and full reliance on God, to use a word comfortable tome, is the only safe position for the therapist, and for the subject.
Killing Them Softly So too could life itself be described.
Killing Them Softly “There is zero latitude for being egotistical in this kind of work. Humility, caution and respect for the possessing spirit, and full reliance on God, to use a word comfortable to me, is the only safe position for the therapist, and for the subject.”
Killing Them Softly Had a friend in high school try to talk me into joining his “coven”. Not understanding that my flippant response was not due to ignorance, he went into the sales pitch. I still laugh at the thought but I was kind enough to explain that the “Devil” has a very important job of separating the souls who strive for goodness from those who’d prefer otherwise and that his reward for tempting weak ones was not at all what he was expecting. To put it mildly.
Killing Them Softly Slippery as anything one cannot grasp, one can be tempted even with the idea of piety. The best course is to laugh at one’s self a lot when assing up. Row, row, row your boat, laugh, laugh, laugh at your stupid ass. 🙂 Merrily, merrily.
Wacko Wizard I once had a pretty good friend, who was a Methodist minister. He was convinced that if you didn’t attend church regularly, then you surely would die and go to hell. He was especially concerned about a mutual friend of ours, who didn’t attend church much. I said our mutual friend is meeting with God in a different forum/way, and not to fret for him. The minister could not imagine that was possible. Eventually, 2005, I asked the minister, if the Devil wanted to hide where nobody would think to look for him, where would that be? The minister said he did not know. I said, in a church. That, too, seemed unimaginable to the minister, in whose church I had seen the Devil working quite a few times.
I had similar experiences in a number of other churches. Finally, I didn’t feel inclined, or the need, to attend church services, although I might visit a church from time to time when it is empty, for myself. And sometimes, because it seems I need to be there for some reason and I will know the reason while I’m there. I had that happen around Thanksgiving, with a mega evangelical satellite TV  church. Gosh, Eliz, when are we ever not in church?
Not a day passes the angels on my case don’t tell me there is room for more improvement of me,  and most days, they don’t be all that nice when they say it.
Killing Them Softly mmmhmmm and LET me start thinking I’m on my game and a decent person. “Well isn’t somebody awfully FOND of their little old selves, eh?” Pssssssht they say.

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