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Project X Newsletter Expanded, issue #78 September 21, 20021. Opening Words - I Am - Alexander Aldarow Opening Words - I Am (view on a separate page) In response to my invitation to a new dialogue, I have received several e-mails, each telling a way to describe the "I simply am" or "I Am". That will be today's newsletter's main theme. Let us begin with two messages from my close friends. --
To my teachers, I simply am a gifted student,
To my family, I simply am the smart one,
To my friends I simply am a mentor,
To those who know me best I simply am unlucky,
To strangers I simply am just another face,
To the ignorant masses I simply am misguided,
To myself and the enlightened, I just simply 'AM' Anonymous --
I wanted to send you a quick note after reading the newsletter.
Just as I was getting ready to write to you, I thought of something
I'd read in Secret Native American Pathways. It had to do with getting
emptied out, in order to become like a cleared out tube...... for what
is higher to pass through.
Finding myself in a dream type state a lot lately, with my eyes open..... with the knowing that about the best thing for me to do now is focus on the now. Best wishes always,
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The Coded Message (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance) August 18, 2002 Preliminary Decoding Of The Circular Message In The 2002 Face And Circular Binary Code "BEWARE THE BEARERS OF FALSE GIFTS AND THEIR BROKEN PROMISES. MUCH PAIN BUT STILL TIME.............." Who are "THE BEARERS OF FALSE GIFTS"? A Little UFO History From Traditional Ufology 1947 - Two winged stealth fighter-looking craft (not saucers) come down near the Roswell Air Force Base in New Mexico. The going story is that they were brought down by weaponized radar beams directed at them from military bases on the West Coast. One non-human survivor of the incident becomes the first diplomatic link between the US government and the inhabitants of a huge "mothership" visible to the world's governments; in high orbit around the earth. Using information provided from the Roswell survivor, the US Army initiates "Project Sigma", the effort to contact the inhabitants of the orbiting object and to establish dialogue in the hopes of diplomatic relations. July, 1952 The "invasion of Washington". Over the course of several weeks, waves of UFOs position themselves and are photographed over Washington D.C. February, 1954 - Three silver metallic saucers come into view over Edwards
Air Force Base, California. One of the saucers descends and lands. Out
step three reptilian hybrid exstraterrestrials. Their race will come to
be known as the "hook-nose Greys". These are official emissaries of the
civilization whose space platform is in orbit around the earth. The Base
commanders come to greet the visitors, and with the aid of the aliens'
hand held translators, begin the first face-to-face exchange between these
aliens and the US government.
A few months following the Edwards meetings, there came walking into
the Oval Office human looking extraterrestrials. They identified themselves
as members of a Galactic Federation who had been monitoring the actions
of the Greys, and said that they had come to caution the people of earth
against making any treaties and agreements with them. They warned that
we would eventually destroy ourselves with the technologies that were being
offered to us.
The 2002 crop formation message appears to have been placed by the Reticulins, and is consistent with their original message of warning to us, and coupled with their further promise to "keep an eye on" proceedings on earth as we come to terms with the reptilian intruders and the unsuspected dangers that our agreements with them would bring. Attached are the URLs of the referred images, and a preliminary interpretation of the binary code message. Alien Face & Digital Disc - http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2002/Crabwood/crabwood2002saa.jpg
The 2002 face and code formation is a couple miles to the west of Winchester.
Another 5 or 6 miles further west is the Chilbolton Radio Observatory.
MESSAGE CONTENTS (some missing)
"Beware the bearers of FALSE gifts & their BROKEN PROMISES. Much PAIN but still time. (Damaged Word). There is GOOD out there. We Oppose DECEPTION. Conduit CLOSING (BELL SOUND)" The message consists of 26 Words, interestingly the English alphabet
has 26 letters.
Your Life As A Mystery School (PXN classics) (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance) {This article was originally published in Project X Newsletter # 48, almost two years ago. It is the first article sent to us by Asoka Selvarajah, Ph.D., to whom the newsletter is in a great debt. If you are interested, you can find all the previous newsletters archived at our website - see the address at the bottom of this e-mail.} by Asoka Selvarajah, Ph.D. Mystery schools once existed throughout the Ancient World - Greece, Egypt, India, China, South America. These spiritual centres provided a place where students could receive a mystical education by progressing through a series of spiritual trials and initiations. The goal was to provide seekers with the highest levels of spiritual realization - to understand the deep truths of existence, the cosmos and human life. Initiates of the Mysteries were credited with wisdom, as well as great magical and occult powers. The main method of teaching the Mysteries was through myths - stories with deep mystical and psychological symbolism; for example, the Greek and Roman Myths. In reality, these stories possessed two different levels. On the mundane level, the myths could be seen as simple entertaining tales with light moral undertones. For most people, this is how they would be received. These were the Outer Mysteries. However, for those with eyes to see and ears to hear, there existed the Inner Mysteries. Students of the Outer Mysteries would be carefully observed. Some would show signs of recognition - a clear ability to see beyond the superficial level of the stories to the more profound meaning. These few would then be selected for further initiation into the Inner Mysteries. They would serve under the tutorship of the Master (Hierophant) of the Mystery School and be taken to ever deeper levels of spiritual unfoldment. The teachings were hard. The initiation ceremonies were dramatic and frightening - seemingly life and death situations where the student was exposed to his deepest fears and temptations. Perhaps the mythological stories would be enacted in the depths of a dark cave to the sound of loud gongs and frightening flashes of light. Frankly, nobody really knows. Initiates were sworn to strictest secrecy, even unto death, and these matters were never written down. Thanks largely to the efforts of organized mainstream religion throughout history and the world, the Mystery Schools have mostly vanished on the physical plane. However, they still exist on the spiritual level. More excitingly, they can come alive right now for YOU in a personal way - through a profound study of your own unfolding life. Prior to your birth, imagine that the spiritual part of you - known as the Higher Self - made some decisions. It determined precisely the lessons and experiences you needed to undergo in order to learn, grow and perfect yourself in all ways. It then chose exactly the right parents, and the right time and place for you to be born. Ever since your birth, it has been orchestrating ALL the events and people in your life to perfectly present you with all the challenges and lessons you most need in order to develop yourself. From this perspective, nothing happens in your life by chance. Everything has meaning. There are NO accidents. What is the goal of all this? What is the purpose of your life from this perspective? It is no less than to become a Spiritual Master over as many lifetimes as it takes! THIS is the perspective of your life as a Mystery Story. The Master Teacher of the Mysteries is your Higher Self. Through the trials of ordinary life, - through perceiving the mythic dimensions of it - you are presented with the lessons you most need to learn in order to perfect yourself in all ways. It is a theory which cannot be definitively proven. However, as the great mystical teacher, Paul Solomon, once said, life works far better and makes more sense if we assume it is true, even if it is not! The Mystery School perspective is very similar to the way in which we regard dreams. Modern Psychology postulates that every person, object and situation in our dreams has deep symbolic meaning. They are created by a part of our mind that understands and thinks only in symbols. The challenge is for our waking consciousness to then make sense of all these meaningful symbols. This is EXACTLY the same situation that is presented with our waking lives from the Mystery School perspective. In a sense, as long as we participate in life unawares, we are still asleep. As soon as we realize and actively participate in the Mystery School lessons of our lives, the sleeper awakens to progressively greater levels of awareness. If your life is a Mystery School, everything that happens to you is by design. There are NO accidents. Every person who enters your life, every situation whether joyous or tragic, every challenge you face, is there for a specific reason. From this viewpoint, you have to stop blaming your parents all the time for the way you turned out. After all, you chose them! Like King Arthur, Perseus, or Odysseus, you are the hero of your own personal Mystery Mythology. The events and characters in your life are the colorful fabrics of which your story is woven. People and circumstances that you perceive to be enemies and trials are in fact your greatest teachers. In the Mysteries, the initiators could appear to the student as demons or monsters - evil forces that had to be overcome before any further progress was even possible. These were in truth archetypal forces within the pupil's own psyche that needed to be wrestled with and brought under control before any further progress could be made. Yet, once the lesson had been learned and the demon overcome, it revealed its true form - as an angel of light. As the Dalai Lama once said, we need to be grateful to people who mean us harm, for it is only through conflict that we can grow. From a Buddhist perspective, there is even more need for gratitude to enemies: they are actively harming themselves, incurring massive negative karma, specifically to benefit you! And they don't even know it! How does this apply practically? Well, have you noticed that certain scenarios - work difficulties, relationship problems or whatever - keep cropping up again and again for you? The reason is that if you refuse to learn a lesson, it will simply repeat again later until you do. Please don't think that you can go on to the advanced lessons until you have mastered the simple ones. It will not happen. Wherever you go in all the world to escape a lesson, you take yourself with you! Thus, you can be sure that your Higher Self will simply orchestrate events to present the exact same lesson/challenge until you finally get the message. Moreover, remember this. The Higher Self regards your body as perfectly expendable! After all, if you refuse to learn the lesson in this life, it can simply provide you with a new one and the same lesson can start over where it left off! In summary, viewing your life as a Mystery School is immensely beneficial. It provides you with a powerful spiritual perspective. It makes sense and meaning out of all that happens to you, enormously increases your chances for growth, and helps you work towards a firm purpose that transcends yourself. The goal of becoming a Spiritual Master. Copyright 2000, Asoka Selvarajah. All Rights Reserved. Dr. Asoka Selvarajah is an active writer/researcher on personal development and esoteric spirituality. Asoka's work helps people achieve their full potential, deepen their understanding of mystical truth, and find joy through discovering their soul's purpose. He has traveled extensively, visiting the world's major spiritual centres including India, Israel, Egypt and Peru. You can visit his website at: http://www.aksworld.com/7gs.htm?PROX
This Journey... (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance) 9-1-02: This journey I take is one of both dreams and fates, Long have I waded
in the pool that be darkness and hate. But now I walk away from the darkness
to the path of the life and light, renewed with open heart, body, soul
and might. An oath I have swore to our lord from the above, to do his work
as I am now his utensil of will, direction and perception. I see the war
and know the grounds on which it is fought, for it is here and now that
darkness gathers its strength, feeding upon our dark desires, secret fears
and hates, It is darkness that clouds our hearts and souls with doubt,
fear and senseless rage, though all of us deep within desire only peace
and of good will for all of light's creation. Too many do not yet see this,
those to whom read this are beginning or have begun to see the battle unfold.
But more of us need to see, more of us need to believe. I ask of you pass
this message to all whom you know, our time is short for this I know. How
may you ask be I so sure? Cause I am one of the seven that shall stand
his ground and face the dark lord in the field of wheat at the time when
the clouds be there blackest and the darkness will walk upon this plane,
many souls will wail in pain and fear, fear not for we are the children
of light we are unto or lord's own. I bid you my love, my everything for
without you I am nothing except one with none. Peace and Light be with
you. Who Are You (view on a separate page) (more articles about literature) http://members.shaw.ca/spiritquestca Tis early morning here on the fur North-West Coastal 40 and enjoying my second cup of coffee, I Am. My first cup was leisurely consumed upon the rear deck, in the company of Brother Owl, chatting to me from a distant limb in the enchanted forest. "Who, who, who are you?" ....... I Am Stephen, don't you know? .... "Who, who, who are you?" Father Sun was beginning to stretch his arms through the trees, bringing a gentle wake up call to all the critters, I suppose. Grandfather Wind was yawning, a gentle breeze to stir the little ones, I suppose. Mother Earth was smiling, I am sure, for it is the beginning of a beautiful New Day. "Who, who, who are you"? Silly Night Eagle, I Am ........ your little brother. "Who, who, who are you?" Enjoying a magical moment, I am, waiting to see the Tree Fairies and Elves begin to play in my enchanted forest. For play they do, scurrying here and there. Playing tag, I suppose. Occasionally to stop behind one of our Tall Standing Brothers. A moment later to sneak a peek at me, with devilish grin and twinkling eyes, as if to say, "I know who you are." That's better, I was beginning to wonder. "Who, who, who are we?" Gawd, ...... oops, tis not Brother Owl. Tis the Light of my Soul. Good morning, Beautiful Lady. "It is indeed, Beloved, and who are we this fine morning?" ..... Don't you mean, how are we?... "No, Dear One, who do we desire to be this day? For many fine hats we have." I'm game, it's a Glorious morning. Let's do something exciting, something adventurous. Let's manifest a kayak and paddle around the lake. I would love to see the beautiful homes and yards that cannot be viewed from the road as we drive by. What fun! "Hmm, energy you have, enthusiasm you have, yet muscle dexterity is somewhat in doubt. Perhaps we should leave the explorer's hat on the shelve for now. How about the story teller's hat?" One day we are going to paddle around the lake though. You want me to tell a story, right? "Well .... err yes and we will. A story would be much less stressful on such a marvelous day." Sounds good to me. And I know just the tale. There once was a lady from ......... "Stephen, sweetie, you are such a good story teller yet might I have a turn .... pretty please?" Will I ever get a chance to tell about the lady from Nan.... "Stephen, I am sure you will. Relax now and show me what a good listener you are. "Do I have a choice? Forget it, go ahead. "Thank you: Once there was a wealthy merchant, wise in the ways of the land. Acquired great riches, he had yet was always searching for more. And as it happened one day, while traveling through an Enchanted Forest, (I like that)..... Stephen, listen? ....came upon a mysterious clearing. Peering into it he noticed, in the distance, a fine castle. And before him a beautiful meadow with winding path following a stream that led to a small lake. What a wonderful sight, the waters of the lake especially. They glittered, sparkled .... I must add this place to my estate, he thought. I shall visit the castle and see if I can buy this land. On the path his journey began, but before long he began to feel somewhat odd. Difficult, it was, to understand this feeling. The further he ventured, the better he felt. This was truly a magical place. Approaching the lake he noticed a small hut beside the trail. And a sign hanging from the porch saying "Guardian of the Toll". On the porch was sitting a little boy. A truly beautiful child, with golden hair and deep blue eyes. Now this was a pleasant surprise. Might he find out more about this place, who owned the castle? Hello friend, he said. The boy looked up to him and smiled. Would you kindly give me information as to how long the path is and who owns the castle? In a voice that flowed like a melody upon a harp, the lad said, "Tis as long as you desire and the Enchantress owns the castle." Enchantress? Do share more please. "Tis said that she can grant you your heart's greatest desire." Wonderful, thank you. I shall journey on. "First, you must agree to a fair passing toll for traversing this path before you." Fair passing toll? ... the merchant asked, the shrewd businessman beginning
to surface. .... What really can I afford?
My, it doesn't look to be a long path, what is the first day's toll? "A penny." says the boy. Ahh, that I can manage. ... Thinking to himself, the Enchantress, will be a joy to bargain with for this land. ... Where do I pay this toll? "At the end of each day you shall see an urn beside the path. Place your toll there. Journey well." Quite content, the merchant continued this now his quest. His steps light, joy in his heart, was indeed a good day. And sure enough, at the end of the day there was the urn. A penny and a night's rest, was a fine day, although he felt that the distance traveled was not a great as he thought it should be. Oh well. Tomorrow I will achieve my goal. At the end of the second day, the urn and two penny's please. I am sure that the castle seems closer now. The lake is so beautiful. Each time I drink from it's waters I feel refreshed. Each time I bathe I feel renewed. How many days has it been? There is today's urn ......... 256 pennies please. Goodness that is ten days I have been on this trail. Does the castle look closer? The quest goes on, at times a steady pace, then to dally here and there. To take in the beauty of the land, to breathe the sweet fragrance of the wind. I must have this for mine own. There is today's urn. What is this ..... 540,288 pennies please. Twenty days I have journeyed and don't seem closer than the day before. I must, though, have this land, it's wonder is amazing. Just think what the castle will be like. I do seem to be closer now but I am so tired. I shall bathe in these mystical waters, renew myself. Tomorrow I shall attain my goal. .... 69,156,864 pennies please. Seven days more I have been. I cannot afford to tarry any longer. Twenty eight, twenty nine days ...... Lord, help me please. My wealth is just about spent yet I seem so close now. Let there be only one more day. And so it is that his wish is granted for the next day, the thirtieth day, he arrives at the gates to the castle. But what is this ... one more urn. The merchant slumps to the ground and weeps for on this final urn it says 553,254,912 pennies please. Lord, I do not have enough for even the toll yet alone to buy the castle
and this land. What has this Enchantress done to me? And at that moment
the gates open. The merchant, still sobbing, struggles up to the door and
knocks.
He can only kneel and bow his head before this Radiant Being. "Welcome, Dear One, you have journeyed well." The merchant cried out, .... I have nothing left. I have spent everything to get here. And I so desired to own this land, this castle. "But, Beloved, you are the owner of these lands, the Master of this castle." Sobbing ... Oh God, oh God, where am I? "You are home, Beloved." What is this home? Who is this beautiful lad, the Guardian of the Toll? Who are you? "This is your Heart, Precious Child of the Universe, and I Am Who you
Are."
And as I marvel at this tale, told by the Light of my Soul I can hear from my window ........ "Who, who, who are you?"
But of course!
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