Healing through Etheric Warmth- 30th November 2025

Walter Roggenkamp

All matter holds memory. It is memory - maintaining form and, with limitless recall. It ever rebuilds itself, yet also holds the uncanny ability to merge and reform - depending upon the life within and the conditions of life without.

The physical world is made of such higher substance - physicality is a mystery - for it is of spiritual matter, yet adapting and evolving as a constant also.

It is impressionable, yet by appearances it is static. However its magnificent memory is what seemingly binds the form, and this memory cannot be palpated on the physical plane as yet.

Water is the physical body of Angels, matter is the substance of the gods.

This, in the Eucharist, we literally take in: fluid and solid with both realms returned to the their purest form exonerated through the Mass.

Our body is an amalgam of persona and divinity for which each individual consciousness cohabits within - which is not surprising as all living entails a cooperative interplay in order for it to exist in the world and experience as we do.

Returning to the body: the one key element that determines life is warmth.

Death denotes a cold form - when the subtle bodies have moved out from the physical the body becomes cold, very cold.

Now this coldness can enter the body whilst it is very much alive occurring in small and subtle ways, by which various conditions of ill health are established. Effectively there are regions of the body dis-incarnating out from the world due to this cold, or more aptly, due to there being a lacking of warmth.

In basic terms the warmth is a conductor (and proof) of a connection between the physical and etherial forces. When the connection is blocked/severed it goes cold.

The condition of dampness that is taught of in Chinese Medicine is a byproduct of initial coldness - where that meridian or point has gone dark (like a dysfunctional airport runway) or the organ itself is replete.

The moisture that aggregates is akin to a white cell mucus that temporarily supplicates a healing, however the coldness itself is the underlying problem and always precedes the dampness that occurs.

Warmth maybe reinvented in in many ways - and whilst the physical warmth is important to maintain it is the etheric warmth that will sustain and revive the body throughout if it is to recover.

There are transactions of death and coldness in minute cycles at a cellular level and most naturally there is also the constant remedial adjusting and purging in various ways - however these routine lifecycles and cleanses are not of themselves ever ‘cold’ when in fact they are active and generating warmth within their cycles.

Inertia signifies the ‘cold’. Now it must be added that there can be too much physical heat/friction/concentration of activity, inflammation etc without there being actual etheric warmth regardless.

A side note also: heat appears after the cold just as dampness - and its physical presence is often in answer and remedy to the initial coldness so suffered.

Returning to the theme of matter holding memory: we find that there is an essential difference between cooked (heated) food and raw food, where the cooked food, even after it has cooled down retains its etheric warmth and this prepares the digestion in ways that the cold food that has not been heated cannot.

Drinking boiled water, even after it has cooled, retains the memory and effect of etheric warmth. Water infused with the sunshine is blessed with this also.

Fruits and vegetables ripened by the sun absorb the warm and retain the memory and are infilled with this property and can impart it without the need for cooking/heating etc.

And yes, the dynamic of the method of heating will effect the result - this in part explains why there have been such tests using various heat sources and vessels proving that there are signatures and differentiation with resulting properties.

Every lively interaction, even in fractions of seconds, combines yet more variables and so on.

The terms cold and warm are generalisations for the purpose of a general understanding - yet it has to be said that prayer, soul, ego and karma can change, transform, realign, reignite forces and properties and resilience with an individual more effectively than nutrients or methods.

However, some perimeters are undeniable, and the ‘cold’ that we speak of is most definitely a baseline measurement of end of life (be it temporary or permanent).

Sanitariums who encouraged sunbathing knew this.

And yet it does not follow that folk of warmer climates live longer or healthier lives. Extraordinary sadness or physical assault/trauma can evoke a cold area inside of the physical body which may even be on rare occasions imparted to the children or loved ones besides.

The human constitution and its physical form is a complex of activities - with spectacular lively integrations and, as a conduit for many life-types besides.

So much activity cannot be measured, yet to the clairvoyant there can be seen some of the vast streams and ribbons of colour in and around each person as their participation in life exchanges ethers and fluids in psychedelic (ever changing) syncopathies.

Everything changes - even with the infirm that cannot leave their bed - there is a ‘bee-hive’ of activities throughout their various portals within - stations of their meridians and ports of organs who have one by one differing characteristics and higher accords.

Virtue itself becomes a tonic to the form, just as ill temper becomes a poison.

Life and living is not nearly as simple as food in and food out, for we are living conduits with remarkable self control.

This is why there can be no one dictum, no set menu, no one explicit pathway for all - not one prescriptive … for all individuals to follow in same.

For nutrients and routines are but a part of the individual’s healthy life - albeit vital in and of themselves.

And of course there are yogis who have lived without food or water in proof that these alone are not what completely sustains us.

If we eat of a plant we are taking into ourselves far more than minerals and photons etc. - we are ingesting and accepting the memory of this plant - its know-how, its experience, its resilience, its surrounding land and its forces and attributes, its patternings, its now relationship to us for a time.

Our combining with life is to extraordinary detail, and the veritable wisdoms transacted daily are complex beyond any one comprehension, save One.

When music enters our ears (music that is being performed by a conscious performer) (or bell or chime etc) it enters into the body and travels to the places/pockets where it is needed most (i.e. the cold regions of the body).

You may picture a warm swell moving across the ice - for all sounds in part enter our bodies, they do not just live for their short lives outside of our bodies - they enter into the mainframe and hold effect temporarily. Sounds do not just go to the ears - they are felt and heard in the extremities (dance) and the organs in health and stimulation.

Craving silence is with this now explained is understandable. Volumes could be written just about the effects of sounds alone.

We can measure the activity of life and life’s properties through etheric warmth (not thermal physical warmth) - although thermal warmth can draw into itself a measure of etheric warmth depending on its source of activity.

Some etheric warmth can live on in wood for example that has been kissed by the sun for all the years it has grown and for the time it remains in furniture or floor for example the properties of that wood still emanate a measure of etheric warmth.

Amber was well known for its retention of the Helios element.

Christ Himself was, and is, the arbiter of all such sources - life giving and promoting the sustenance of All.

The Frightened Monarch- 29th November 2025

Before the elderly Monarch passed away she saw present before her the eyes of the British peoples, and the mortality of the British reign itself.

The lace had gone from the mantle, the grounds although littered with British pounds were decadent - without nurture, unable to bear any crop, worked dry and now barren, this soil once of the mighty, was and is now dead to all.

Elizabeth allowed this.

She was master of the tight facade - and preferred a decorum no matter what the cost - however at the end, it had become but a theatre and a betrayal of the continent she once loved.

The spirit of the United Kingdom holidays now where the weathers are warmer - rehabilitating from the mishaps and ravages of a once mighty effect.

The derelict mother had long forgotten her infant child - for too long leaving the beloved country in the confinement of thugs, thieves and moribund tyrants.

It proved to be too big a task for any one soul to nurture and protect.

She feared poison; with nightly imaginings fevering her sleep … and her spirit yet still fixates on this one returning anxiety.

For the most part the Monarch’s soul does not have the wherewithal to realise she has departed one realm for another - and, that her majesty has been let go … no, instead, the same reoccurring fear returns again and again - that of being poisoned.

Elizabeth’s father had passed this ever vigilant fixation to her - it was private and unspoken, yet had became larger than life. No edible was ever truly enjoyed - for how could it be?

If one imagined their worst phobia (and best not to) being multiplied to the exclusion of all other thought - and, rooted in possibility besides - then the horror of living such a regal life can be generally anticipated.

Each and every one of them secretly live with this captured mindfulness of death pre-empting, preceding, pervading, all that they do.

And whether real or perceived, this mindset is so intoxicating that it precludes all else.

Such worry corrodes and inhibits the happy soul from knowing its true strength and joy. This is truly the glue of decorum - where each were steeled, masking and maintaining, keeping just enough control of their fears as to hide them in plain sight.

They are to be pitied, for these obsessions out-weighed any alluvial joy that they may have experienced.

No, the upper classes all fear death. It is not as the populace imagine.

Idleness will inevitably lead to introspection, and then to mania.

Depending on the character of the individual, one may preserve their soul by good works and deferring to their higher divinity within and without.

Yet when enmeshed in the grip of such fear, the being is immobilised, paralysed from life itself. It is a sadness beyond relief, one that taunts and contorts the desperate soul within.

Withering Heights- Sunday 23rd November 2025

Don Maitz

The mists of time are expired memories - first cauterised, then washed, filtered and released out from the atmosphere.

Although the astral remains will never be fully cleaned, they can be, in part, so transformed as to become almost useful.

There are often scenes in dramatic tales when on the moors a ghost appears in the mist, or from the forest as the white haze prevails, voices accompany the condensation and whisper their utterances with last minute urgency.

It may appear as fog, yet this astral film, this ethereal cloud-vapour is not of water, but born through the membranes of death itself.

So much of the intent of Humanity is sloughed off into the atmosphere daily, and it is with the fortitude of Angelic helpers that the ‘matter’ is rendered inept and then dissipate.

For the thoughts of men - whether they be alive or disincarnate - are forceful, and often reckless also.

Even after being debilitated (like an airless balloon) they can reform again just enough to be perceived for a very short time albeit.

For they are living memories still morseled to their creator in part - and although fractured and dismantled they have the ability to reform faintly once again into a mass.

And this material is used by sages and magicians, ‘interplanetary beings’, fairies etc. as a cloak to form, reanimating the astral ‘manna’, reshaping the indistinct into a temporary sheath of form (that is inert and harmless).

This material has been sanitised and of its own is not sinister or potent in effect - it is just rarified leftover emotion, be it high or low, not particalised.

Everything an Angel puts their hand to becomes ‘right again’, blessed with the peace of our Divinity - just one touch can make right that which has gone astray.

They counter-correct all that they are permitted to, for they are fastidious beings by nature - supremely vigilant and lovingly helpful.

And so this aggregate that we speak of has been dignified by their holy permeations and of itself is a united mist of combined longings emblematic of times long gone.

However should this material be purposed - repurposed - as something of a deceptive plasmic hologram manifesting aliens and the like - especially with a tell-tale repetitiveness - then know that these manifested ‘visions’ have no real substance and cannot harm you, and have imposters animating this material for effect and their persuasion.

Some individuals are more prone to perceiving such when their minds have been ‘opened’ and their threshold of discernment is thus compromised.

There are some men and entities who can manipulate the mists, trying to reassemble form with theatrical enterprise.

Yet mist now is all that it is, with neither living voice or vision withstanding.

The Placenta- November 16th, 2025

The placenta is the holy fruit of the womb, and, added to this profound organ is the duty of becoming a membraneous gate-keeper between one body and another.

When we understand particular concepts we can reference them in certain meditations and they can directly affect our inner constitution in a productive way.

For all that exists and operates, coexists and cooperates within Nature, there is some place thriving within our own microcosmic sphere of activity.

The planes of being all function within us - the Greater Nature to that of our own - we cannot but help to experience the rhythm and the seasons within ourselves - the tides, the warmth of the Sun, and so on.

We are a living variation of a system that knows life completely.

The mystery of the placenta is that it is a third party by which the mother and the baby can survive each other and thrive together.

It is neither made into being from either character - but enters into the union for a time to facilitate this union.

It is literally the ‘grafting on of virtue’ within the inner space - by which coexistence is possible and sustained.

The placenta is the Guardian Angel of the womb. It is for a short time, and the only time, incarnate in a physical form - to then die at the time of the birth, and become spiritually attached thereafter.

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Sidenote: The consumption of physical placental products in cosmetics or medicines is not recommended for once birthed its forces are no longer active, and may even have a retrogressive effect to the unrelated consumer.