Immortality Question- 19th April 2002

 Question:
I've chosen to be a breatharian. People find me strange and eccentric and moreso because of my firm belief in physical immortality. I feel its against some esoteric rule of conduct to ask straightly 'is it true that immortality is a reality?'.

I ask without being unobtrusive for the truth from the Elder Brothers' questing star,
- Mell

IS it true that immortality is a reality?

All the signs would point to 'yes', but who can say, until Eternity is depleted and the immortal have run their course?

By its own definition immortality can never be realized to be a reality.

(Sometimes the only way to calm a doubt is to deflate a false hope.)

The Requisite Ghouls- Easter 29th March 2002

Gerard Wagner 

THERE was a war fought there on Golgotha that first night. It was a battle summoned alike no other; though unseen by the common men and women of this world. It was unfained by the nobles as they drowsed in their plumped up bedding of comforts; unbidden, yet perhaps intrigued, in the shadowy unfathomables of the unconscious regions within the criminal and the desperate. 

Although intuited in its foredooming, passing over the innocent and through into the night, it had simply creased its way into the darkness of all the preceding nights that had passed before it. That first night…who can measure when a God truly dies? What was that moment we determine, as He passed the gates and back many, many times? At the first gate was a battle, and this battle was not even of His Domain, but had inflicted it sorely…

Nowadays men look for and find repositories for their waste, and disassociate themselves and their own neighborhoods from what it is they do not want or cannot hold with safety. Throughout the body of history until now, not only treasures have been concealed in isolated places, material substances of great toxicity are latched within relatively frail tombs concealing their fierce powers for a time; whilst daily we commit our demons out and away from a consciousness that has made much of them, but must then dissolve the burdensome tie. 

Governments dislocate peoples and then try to hide away the evidence of an entire culture; whilst the sea and the earth have been used to absorb the carcasses of the discarded, that the souls have moved out from. Yes, even we, all of us, in this finality leave what it is that we cannot sublimate.

Just as it is that men transfigure the spiritual realities during sleep, in the night, so too did our Christ, then as a man, visit that Death state from which we return from; and there on that first night, had confronted the specters that abided in that place.With faces misshapen, alive and yet without life, they gathered around The Cross as if to incur, with what petulant will between them would, His decease. 

This unseen crowding swelled larger and huger with every moment passing. With a magnetic hatred becoming the one force, now manifesting one intent, this rabble of ghouls presented themselves one by one, at His feet, to urge His undoing.

There was a period within the old evolution of this planet, when all was paradisiacly sweet: the dreams of the spirits of men were shared by the gods, as were the angels, and with similar design, the gardens and landscapes were summoned from the very best of imaginings, though still tended with practical labor as well. 

The economies were not abstract or complicated, and all things were seen to be as exactly as they were. There were no dark places in thought or heart, just a simple and gentle purity emanating from even the strongest of individuals. This was a graceful world, and very, very intelligent for that matter. The cognitivity flashed between life and life - there was a communication of this great lively activity between all beings, for which a respect had to be given from one to another, as the dynamics of being were experienced by one unto another. 

If a human soul, for example, focused on a single plant, there was amongst the two such an intelligent conversation of how it was between them. This is not a conversation of words or contrived, but nonetheless of a higher mind which was awake and aware and able to relate and receive with purpose. 

So you can imagine that this was no sleepy paradise at all!!! This was a time of great learning, of wonderful experience, and manifesting the best of humanhood amongst the best of Creation along with the greater community. In part little children have some remaining qualities showing forth from them, but there are also those which have been lost to this time of that intelligence, which is spoken of here. This is something we can strive however, to hold to, for the possibility to come once again. 

But this is spoken of now, not so much to invoke a wanting melancholy, but to make a point that there were sadly, certain beings and influences which were introduced into our sphere, making a radical change within this paradisiacal condition. During the period just prior to Christ's own Incarnation, this had worsened yet again, that our world had become a dumping ground for many creatures of evility - an astral circus of unimaginably horrible content now infiltrating our planet.

Men by their own natures have not the wherewithal for terrible malice, for murderous, heartless and torturous intent. The effort and strain of such exceeds their own energies for one thing. Anger expires itself very quickly, and we were not made with that provision to be so outlasting with negative expirations. But this too is just the point, and sadly many souls outwear now because of their combinings with the elements of demonhood, which do have the expended voracity of hatreds which excite them for a time.

Quickly also, we have corrupted ourselves and our world, as well as entertaining the pirates which first entered into the sphere of men. However, and having so said, we are reviewing what it meant today for Christ to reclaim His World back out from these creatures of Sin, the same that had oozed and slithered out from their hidings, to orgy around the crucified God.

A Lord knows his lands and a King knows his own measure of Sovereignty with a competent exactness. As the demonic host spewed forth, Christ assessed what was before Him and waited. Some were exceedingly powerful offcasts, particular to planetary systems hitherto unknown by Him… and yet, at the same time familiar - whilst others were the demon children of discarded stars, orphaned from a now dark planet that had expired through sin.

However, this was His domain, and His Love and His Place. Already the millions upon millions of escrying creatures had acclimatized themselves to this sphere, that they could dwell comfortably enough amongst our nature. It was to this part that He would appeal. There is not just one mystery, but many mysteries to Resurrection. The very principle of evolution was itself reformed during the Incarnation, the Dying and the Resurrection, which Christ had decided upon. You see, evolution in its primal and progressive context tends to discriminate and eliminate and thus 'evolve' with rationality and purpose. 

However, the process of Resurrection melded properties which ordinarily would be discarded with a second chance, a new life, and bringing even perhaps a differing purpose.

It did not actually mean 'more of the same', which in a certain sense evolution itself had hitherto implied - perhaps an improved 'more of the same' but nonetheless formerly it would have been more-of-the-same-minus-some. 

This new life within this new context brought about opportunities for the betterment longterm, of all. When men consider an absolution for their sins, they lovingly do so with elements of shame and bear such sadness, not realizing that giving the ghouls an opportunity for transformation and release out from themselves, is the first step to find a relief for the humanity they had infested. 

Whilst many had and do dwell within the Earth's cavities or permeate the astral peripheries, (or of course accompany the human counterparts that have them here) the sting from their tail has been removed now, so to speak (and literally speaking also). Christ could have cleared them away, sending them out through the poles of the Earth from which they had first entered, and many He did defeat in various measure, but instead of simply sorting through and tossing out the debris of remains He considered the significance and determined that this world had grown much bigger still; but in a marvelous way. As long as men were immune from the control of these beings they had the power through Him to affect them for the betterment of both. 

Death became a conjuncture for opportunity and change. Every atom resumed its purpose - perhaps contributing to differing manifestations of the ideal within, yet qualified and glorified through a resurrected life. This also brought about great abilities in men for change in general. 

When our natures are carried and nurtured through repetition, it is difficult for the will of any being to find a comprehension for newness to be welcome. Newness itself would be exceedingly painful if it were not for the joy and creativity of Christ. Newness would be unacceptable to us, an anathema of all that has gone before, yet now because of His incorporating influence, we can meet newness with anticipation, excitement and hope and not be fearful of the unknown. Herein now is freedom for Man. Through Christ we are not only given the freedom to choose, but also the choices to choose from! 

The old world before Him, even though was conformed by Him, did not in its evolution hold provision for much change. The cycles, the rounds and the races were merely recanting what had gone before - only at the point of the Incarnation did we start up from where we left off; and now to find a newer road again! 

When it came to the internal happenings within the individual himself, there were also the choices which were his to make. You see, you cannot have freedom without choices - lawful choices - choices that the Heavens say are all right and perhaps perfect, blessed in every one of them - not just one way or one life for you to have.

Should you choose to be a good Muslim or a good Buddhist wholeheartedly, and this resounds with a commonsense of the highest order, and respects the brotherhood within your humanity and resolves the drives for spirituality, and commissions the inspirations through a devotion which is lively, then it is a choice from Christ to you that you may take, and at the same time be close to Him. You see there would be no point at all if there was a conformity called for, which only offered one good choice amongst many bad ones. 

Often there is a concept that Father God and Christ live by entrapment, that they would put before us an evil choice to wait and see if we are to make the wrong one, as some measure of test to see if we would go down the false path etc. But to what good purpose would this be? Surely it is infinitely more loving and wise to put before your beloved several good choices, if you concur with freedom existing at all. There can be no freedom if there is only one good choice in anything or everything. 

Spattered over the hillside - that border where Hell met the Earth at the feet of the Cross - glopped black blood from the tangle of forms that had turned now upon themselves. Rarely in such numbers, but common to the drama of their own, after their lusty entanglements, they would bludgeon and suck off each other's pain. The picture presenting to a man would be frightful indeed, but amongst the specter spectators there was even a hideous enthusiasm in the watching of this dark circus.

To our Christ it was a nonsense; and an intolerable one, concerning His beloved World and its comprise. He had watched men and women, now that were terrified of the conditions within the physical existence. He had seen firsthand just how close He was to losing it all to a foul idiocy, and His Sadness could never have been the greater.

Good men often quandary over what it is to make the right decision, assuming that there is only one which is correct and to be preferred. Life however, presents so many anomalies stacked one upon another, and so many conflicting streams of consideration (all well-founded and with good beginnings) that often it is a situation where there is no one right decision to be had, but many. 

Once again the Heavens urge us to respond to the freedom that Christ offers us in realizing this, and not needing to establish ourselves or our thinking so dogmatically as to try to maintain that:

1. a) there is only one good choice ever, and
2. b) you have chosen it.

Literally we are more often than not 'making the best of a bad situation' - which in a lesser form is the process of resurrection working within us. This is not to say that a bad situation is an evil one by any means, but something which has gone bad has deteriorated or tired, and needs to be changed because its condition challenges us. 

Through Christ we can find a relief from ourselves and our narrowness when we begin to appreciate the many freedoms there are for ourselves and our friends alike. Evolution used to insinuate a predetermined outcome from which there was only one choice; and without that choice one was left behind and discarded by that unsympathetic stream, just as the beings were cast off into the 'depths' of our earthly life, out from their own domains.

When we go to the Cross and we sit at His Feet, we can take to Him all that we have and do hope to be. It is intimate because He Knows us, and also He holds Visions for our future which we have not glimpsed yet. Good things. Good choices. Good futures.

The wailing and the screeching ceased - silence as all of a sudden. Many minds were bent on what was seen, many twisted faces turned to witness what before was beyond their consideration. 

Ghosts of the human dead had gathered around the figure of Christ. Whilst His Body remained there, sorely attached as it was on the Cross, His Form could be seen sitting amongst the dead a little way over from the hellish border. 

Illuminated softly, yet brightly also, there appeared to be many hundreds of individuals surrounding Him, and the impression was added to this that they in turn were somehow connected to many hundreds each besides. So it went on, and He by Presence and in quiet mind, was solemnly communicating each with one singly and yet meeting with all at the same time. 

There was not just one emissary, but many from ages that had past. He took counsel as well as gave counsel, and although the physical time had time to it, He made time and it was very lengthy.

Amongst the brightly lit crowd were also beings of immaculate beauty. Invited and of supplicating comfort, these figures were the planetary spirits of Virtue and Grace, adorned with an integrity of quality which was magnificent to watch amongst the crowding of souls. If you could have seen, you would have seen the auric egg of the ego light in places about each man and woman, illuminating stars within their own complex sheath, just to be in the vicinity of one of these beings of Virtue - as their own heavenly worlds responded.

It could not have helped but to make a lasting impression on the demonic community as they watched on. They had not captured the attention of our Christ for very long, and nor had they seen what they had come to see, for their own forecasts had been dark and stupid - they had wished for ill and divined by their own limitations nothing good.

However, they did become open, just briefly, to finding circumstance beyond their own reckoning, which was intriguingly different. It brought pain to them to acknowledge goodness, but also the beginnings of great healing to follow.

Even the most wretched and evil of beings can be spoken to by Christ and offered possibility for something more, something different and something better. They were not annihilated, they were not even overcome, and the change was almost imperceptible, but a seed nonetheless for a growing goodness.

Evolution did no longer merely entitle itself, but now within His Homogeny has entitled Man to a freedom within it, whilst also endeavoring to care for the kingdoms above and below His regard.

For this we thank Christ for His great Consideration, Labor, Enthusiasm and Love, working for a future that exceeds the past and the present, with great choices and true freedom to make the best of possibilities so known!

Amen

Peter & James

PETER and James were arguing over who it was that Jesus loved best. They decided they would go to Him and ask.

"Which of the two of us do you love best?" they scowled.

"John" said Jesus - to which he added laughing - "only joking".

Two Fairies

TWO fairies were fighting over a flower pot. The mistress of the household had secured a plant, taking it from the garden, resettling it into a decorative urn. With this new immigrant came also its companion-planted fairy, that had now unwittingly happened into the territory of a very spiteful spindly limbed creature, who protested the new arrival of both.

The defensive householder fairy had not seen much of the outdoors in quite a few decades. An elemental being, whose consciousness was now defined within the walls of this house, was prideful of each placement of treasured article; ever watching over the comings and the goings. You could often see her chasing the walls, taking an inventory repeatedly. Now, here came this being from the garden! Swanning in upon a couch of green fern! Idle! Carefree! And enjoying the newly acquired decorator plant pot in her lounge room!!!

A week or so later the plant began to fail. At first it appeared to be lacking just water, but it was more than that - being mournful in consideration of the sadness for its partner in being, who too was fading in this lounge room. 

Disparaged and forlorn, the unwanted immigrant longed for the garden she had come from. She despaired from the tirades of the protective objectionable other. Possibly her worst day came when the liquid fertilizer was administered. All the while the household creature spat and screamed at her, wailed and complained, and stamped her tiny foot, doing all that she could for the tempers to succeed and evacuate her from the house.

Well the plant was returned to the soil, even though by all appearances there wasn't much hope, considering its dry brown frailty. However, after a rain or two and a morning elixir, both the creature and its living greenness were restored.

Some time after, the mistress of the house became quite ill herself. One said that it was something she had 'caught' and another speculated that she had simply 'run herself down', but the larger truth of it was that the agitated fairy had overbearingly affected her good nature, by proximity and through relationship, infecting the house and its owner with a sickness of soul.

The mistress, of course, had ever been prideful of her house in the past. But now, due to the illness, had not the strength to keep it tidy and did not even appreciate, as before, the adorning placements. The knick-knacks were no longer an inspiration to her. The curtains looked depleted, and she preferred them now open, to the fabric's pattern as before. Yes, the window with its aspect in the garden appealed to her much more now, than what the inside had to offer. 

Her home became a confine to her, and not the 'palace' she had once felt it to be. She, like the ferny fairy, longed to be outside; longed to move away from the materialism she once had built her life around.

While she slept, the householder fairy busied herself, including the woman in her inventory check, satisfying herself that she remained housebound - telling herself that this was because she loved her so much. And the mistress dreamed, yet woke too tired to recall the better parts of these dreams, seeing only the dull and troubled mirror of her life.

Now and then the garden fairy would shy up to the window and look in. She understood this sickness herself, and wished for the woman the healing she had known. She called upon her friends and sought for help.

Three days later there was a visitor at the door. Under his arm was a brown paper bag with a fruit bun within, and in the other hand a tissue-clad bouquet of flowers. Every flower, every stem with bud, had a living child of virtue - a rosy faced, violet eyed fairy - a congregation of happiness.

When she got better, as bettered she did, the gentleman visitor returned and took her to many places. Some were scenic nature-type places and some were other buildings and houses which naturally were different to her own. 

She later was to move in with him - took a few books with her, but for the bulk of the furniture, ornaments and so forth, she gave it all away to coveting relatives and neighbors, finally relinquishing the remains to a garage sale.

On moving day, when the house was emptied and suitably cleaned, she took one last look through the doorway into the vacant lounge room. She did not know how long to reminisce, what was an appropriate time to say goodbye … and could not have consciously realized or seen the little figure in the corner, that she was, at least in part, saying goodbye to. You see, the householder fairy could not go with her, it came with the house. It could not bring itself to venture outside of those doors, for it was not within that tiny nature that was her.

That afternoon a removalist's truck edged its bulk into the driveway. Clattering down the ramp came a variety of treasures, cramming into the house, being placed here and there - new nails on the walls, boxes with neatly wrapped packages - here, for our fairy, was a new inventory to be made and accounted for!

Each Step Ascends

An old man sat at a gravestone, tracing with his finger the name engraved upon the cold stone. Where the letters were etched were only indent spaces, even hollows, not really there, yet the surrounding mold made them appear so.

"Is this what I am to amount to?" he asked of himself. He was weary with the contests of life and wearied also at the anxiety of the afterlife. Almost resigned, yet wanting and unfulfilled, he began to weep for himself in genuine sorrow, fatigue and aloneness.

Christ then appeared beside him, softly placed his palm on the old man's rounded shoulder and said:

"Dearest of friends, on the pathway of worldly life, from birth through to death, each step ascends - each step ascends!"

Just then the elderly man had a vision of the pilgrims traveling their lives upon earth, each one; and he could see a plain line that went for countless miles of both men and women proceeding upwards to a point invisible. It was to him like the largest mountain convoy one could have ever imagined, moving, as Christ had told him, steadily upwards.

A moment or two later he began to feel the difficulty of these steps. He felt that it had been easier when he was younger, but now the climb required more than his will had to offer. It seemed that he was indeed traveling this upward journey, but it was becoming impossibly difficult … 

"See now how one step builds upon another? And this place you step out from, these rocks beneath your feet, are from the mountain of Experience! Grace, Life and Virtue uphold you! The spirit is never tired, for curiosity keeps it buoyant. Curiosity keeps it buoyant!"

Another moment or two later it was as though the film on the man's eyes had cleared, and he saw the vision again, but with yet more distinction. Beneath the feet of the pilgrims, the steps there they mounted, were … tombstones - just like the one he was sitting beside. And this tombstone, the one he had traced, bore that of his name. 

"It is time" Christ softly said. "Come, you can walk with Me, if you like" and He took his hand.

Auf Deutsch:
"Ein alter Mann saß an einem Grabstein, und folgte mit seinem Finger dem eingravierten Namen auf dem kalten Stein. Wo die Buchstaben eingeätzt waren, waren nur eingedrückte Leerfelder, auch hohl, nicht wirklich da, doch die Umgebung ließ sie so erscheinen.

"Ist es das, was ich bedeute?" fragte er sich selbst. Er war schwach von den Wettbewerben des Lebens, geschwächt auch von der Angst vor dem Leben nach dem Tode. Fast resigniert, doch hoffend und unerfüllt, begann er für sich selbst zu weinen in echter Sorge, Müdigkeit und Einsamkeit.
Christus erschien neben ihm, legte sanft seine Hand auf die Schulter des Mannes und sagte:

"Liebster der Freunde, auf dem Weg des weltlichen Lebens, von der Geburt hindurch bis zu Tod, jeder Schritt steigt auf - jeder Schritt steigt auf!"

Genau da hatte der ältere Mann eine Vision von Pilgern die ihr Leben lang über die Erde wandern, jeder einzelne; und er konnte eine deutliche Linie sehen, die sich endlose Meilen fortsetzte für Männer und Frauen, aufwärts zu einem unsichtbaren Punkt. Es erschien ihm wie die riesigste Berg-Kolonne die man sich jemals vorstellen konnte, sich, wie Christus ihm gesagt hatte, stetig aufwärts bewegend.
Einen Moment oder zwei später begann er, die Schwierigkeit dieser Schritte zu fühlen. Er fühlte, daß es leichter gewesen war, als er jünger war, doch nun erforderte der Anstieg mehr als sein Wille bieten konnte. Es schien, daß er tatsächlich diese Reise aufwärts machte, doch es begann unmöglich beschwerlich zu werden...

"Siehst du jetzt, wie ein Schritt zum anderen führt? Und dieser Ort aus dem du heraustrittst, diese Felsen unter deinen Füßen sind vom Berg der Erfahrung! Gnade, Leben und Tugend halten dich aufrecht! Der Geist ist niemals müde, denn Neugier hält ihn lebendig!“

Einen weiteren Moment, oder zwei, später war es, als ob der Film auf des Mannes Augen sich klärte und er sah die Vision erneut, doch diesmal mit mehr Genauigkeit. Zwischen den Füßen der Pilger, die Tritte die dort befestigt waren, waren.... Grabsteine - genau wie der eine, neben dem er saß.

Und dieser Grabstein, derjenige den er aufgespürt hatte, trug seinen Namen.

"Es ist Zeit", sagte Christus sanft. "Komm, du kannst mit Mir gehen, wenn du möchtest" und Er nahm seine Hand."

Assorted Sweets- 3rd February 2002

TWO gods: Philosophy and Reason, were arguing "the Truth" one day, when Christ happened upon their debate. Both wore injured countenances and pleadingly requested His support for their being.

"Tell us" they both asked unwittingly "who of the two is the most valuable to You?"

He smiled and kissed them both, and then replied:

"Neither." 

And then it was that they saw (quite completely) what they both had been missing. The two embraced and became companions-eternal.

Human Shells?- January 2002

Question:
As far as the children of God are concerned, there is no question about it. Do you believe that all human forms have souls?
- Br. Ron

HUMAN forms manifest around two governing prerequisites, Christ being apparent and central to the whole, and also a humaness, of which the key to the pneu instigates the overall cooperation of the collective organism. 

The human form exceeds itself physically, and by its apparition begins to work with forces in ways which not only transmute the physical properties used, but also etherically work outwards as well. The aspect here is that you may have an individual who is endowed with spirit/soul/ego-major/ego-minor/astrality/ether-body, who is 'whole and intact' with these containing and operating parts of being manifest, however when being part of the incarnating-into-matter process, is not as jailed (as one might first think) but actually has more cooperating 'power' of a kind in possibility, by their physical organization and internment, than without it.

The understanding of this may be addressed in detail at a further stage, but the above is to indicate that the human form itself is indeed very special and not just merely a clothing to a higher existence. In its own right there are mysteries which will enable men to achieve what they could not if confined within the spiritual realms only.

Now the question of whether or not we can have animate bodies without there being motivating souls within, can be answered by saying that there are many degrees of incarnating and expressing the self-consciousness, manifesting the egoic presence and so forth. Although it may appear to be a dry wit that replies in this way, we can examine many folk who are barely self-conscious, hardly wakeful and operating egoicly, for countless reasons. One can find generally speaking, few examples of individuals representing themselves in a present-moment/self-conscious/arterially-responsive/intelligently-soulic/objectively-egoic, lively, wakeful, way.

Never mind your zombies! The true zombie still has his connections - certain connections to predecessing humanhood. Without such connections the form would dissipate immediately, without compromise. 

We are driven into incarnation and to remain for very deep and strong reasons. When most men sleep and their consciousness is removed from their bodies, their bodies may appear to be 'somnambulistic-zombies', whereas there is no sinister or doubtful concern with this process. As conditions change within their capabilities, the practice of this will change too. At present, if you can leave your body and be forgetful on the ensuing continuity of consciousness upon return (during sleep) then you also, during brief or prolonged periods, will do so during the day as well. No matter how much a man may pride himself about being aware, this propensity to withdraw and not remember the episodes between is there as long as he exhibits this unconsciousness during sleep. 

Later throughout his development he will pass into the spiritual worlds and back into his body with a self-consciousness which is suited to both. Now one might suggest that the body will still be inanimate during the sleep, regardless of the individual and his progress with his continuity of wakefulness throughout. However our physical form is greatly affected (as long as we are connected) by all that we do; even when we are functioning outside of it. And when the individual has achieved a greater continuity of self-awareness and expression in both realms, the body will experience (to its understanding) that which is encountered without it. This happens not only in the spiritual worlds (by which there is a marvelous experience for it to realize), but also when the adept has projected himself into the physical realm (physical or local astral) the body also identifies itself with the experience of the connected soul.

Do animated shadows have their own light in them which activates them or are they merely chimera projected out upon the screen of Creation by the lack of light? It would be nice to say that there are not true beings of malevolence, within and without our Kosmic fields, our home. The dire-most entities are often referred to as 'the crucibles' because direct supplication to their evility was brought forth in response to the hazards that they caused. 

One philosophy we embrace tells us that all things come out from goodness. Here a secondary truth we can add, that much goodness has been born in new form resulting out from the crucible of the most treacherous of beings - yet it is not to this purpose they work. 

It could be close to the truth to suggest that in this way the Devil himself has prompted much goodness. There are faithful and obliging individuals who would have it that this was so, because there is a certain historical proof within the arcana, to show that terrible and horrifying beasts caused Heaven to find a creativity She never knew She had before. 

Yes, dark places there are, parallel places to our own, in counter-force, in cruel domain. 

Yes, they can and do manifest through individuals who expire their humanity into the passions of these demons. The pedophile, the rapist, the murderer, the torturer, these individuals feel the enjoyment of the pleasures of the demons as they are infiltrated by their presence. Demons personally do not take immediate pleasure in the acts of defilement to humanity in ways as we might think (they can access brutality everywhere easily); nor do they enjoy the defilement of the individual who is corrupted with their design primarily. Their major agenda is simply to come into the body itself and attempt combining with it. 

So, to be very specific, the point above was not so much about the human content in or connection to the body, but moreover about the demonic content and connection as well. And so we return to the mystery itself of the power contained within the human frame and what it offers. 

Practically everything today in Man's thinking is 'taken out of context'. Organic thinking has been replaced by mineral thinking. Intellectualism became fragmented - even chains of specifics are island concepts. The mind absorbs wonderfully many differing informations and experiences, yet part and parcel of today's augmentive cognization is fractional thinking, which is out of true and whole context.

We work to maintain a reality. The reality is not given to us or perceived so easily as it is. We determine much by our thinking, yet are limited by such tools to divine with. However, in truth all things are connected in a living and interactive way. In truth this fragmentation really only occurs in the thinking itself. It is not how things work in nature or within ourselves. 

The arcane tree [Sephiroth] is quite the plan of the body. With such plans one can see the demons pore over the shoulder of the magician…studying, studying, their greatest confounding anathema. Now, why the obsession, and wherefore the cousin-keys, were they not (at least in part) human themselves, in the making?

A trademark of demonic activity is also in the fragmentedness. They are mineral corporeal. They are associated with the spheres astrally and minerally, which the virtues stream through. But, they the antithesis to the virtue of their sphere, hold keys to us through the substance of the planet to which they are connected.

We host demons.....

[Unfinished]