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Friday 27 June 2008

Superconductivity and Modern Alchemy Part 2: The Philosopher’s Stone

Superconductivity and Modern Alchemy

Orbitally Rearranged Monatomic Elements

Has the Philosopher's Stone Been Found?

 By David HUDSON

Part 2 – The Philosopher’s Stone


You may ask yourself why we never heard about this on the radio, why we never heard about this on the newspapers - and it's because I refuse. I've been asked to speak at NASA on superconductivity and I've turned it down. I've been asked to come before the open radio stations, and what you have to understand is that all people are not ready for this. 

Okay? Most people on the street do not understand this at all. And I can tell you it's just like you're speaking a foreign language when you try to repeat this to people. They're just going to say, "Gosh, what are they talking about. You're out in left field." And all I can tell you is it seems to be a built-in protection. It seems to be for a reason, that's all I can tell you. 

Back to the alchemical substance. When I became interested in alchemy - because the white powder of gold was supposedly the alchemical substance - I began to do all sorts of reading, and one of the things I came across immediately was the Melchizedek priesthood and the white powder of gold associated with them. So I went to Rabbi Plotkin at Temple Beth Israel in Phoenix, and I asked the Rabbi - one of the most knowledgeable rabbis in Arizona - "Rabbi, have you ever heard of the white powder of gold?", and he said, "Oh yes Mr. Hudson, but to our knowledge no-one's known how to make it since the destruction of the first temple." He said, "The white powder of gold is the magic. It can be used for white magic or black magic". 

And when you really find out what the white powder of gold is, you begin to really appreciate that statement. So, anyway, as I began to research this further, I found out about the history of it, I found out that it has been associated with the ancient peoples in the Tigris-Euphrates valley. It was knowledge that was given to them by, they claimed, the gods. 

It is always depicted in the literature as a triangular shaped stone, but it's about twice as tall as it is wide, kind of an elongated pyramidal shape. I think Zecharia Sitchin refers to it - but all of their sacred text always began with it. Curiously enough, in the ancient Egyptian texts it was always referred to as the "What is it?", and if you read in the papyrus of Ani - that was found in the tomb of Pepe the Second in Old Kingdom Egypt, it says, "I am purified of all imperfections, what is it, I ascend like the golden hawk of Horus, what is it, I come by the immortals without dying, what is it, I come before my father's throne, what is it - and she goes on and on, page after page, talking about all these attributes that you acquire as you ascend, but they always stop and ask the question, "What is it"? 

Well, this was written about 2800-2900 B.C., and they're asking this question "What is it"? Well when I found the Hebrew dictionary, I found out that the Hebrew word for "What is it?" is Ma-Na. Manna literally means the same thing - "What is it?" And understand that the Hebrew people actually lived in Egypt for generations - they were the artisans, they were the metallurgists, they were the craftsman. And when they left Egypt they took this knowledge with them. In Velikovsky's Ages in Chaos, he says that, when the Hebrew people left Egypt that the Egyptians decided that they wanted to go after them. They found the writings in Egypt that said the Pharaoh and his army drowned in a whirlpool of water, right at the end of [Middle] Kingdom Egypt. 

In the Bible it says that the Hebrews encountered these mean, warlike people called the Amalekites out on the Sinai peninsula as they were exiting Egypt and Moses wanted to fight them, and the Hebrew people said "naw, these guys are fierce tribesmen, there's hundreds of thousands of them, we don't want to fight these people", and so they avoided fighting them. 

Velikovsky found out that at the very same time they were having all the plagues in Egypt they were also having plagues over in the Tigris-Euphrates valley, and the ruling tribe, the Amalekites, exited the Tigris-Euphrates valley at the same time the Hebrews were exiting Egypt. And they literally passed each other on the Sinai with the Amalekites coming west as the Hebrews were going east. They arrived in Egypt and there was no Pharaoh and there was no army, and these Arabs literally destroyed and killed everyone. All they left were the lesser people, who they kept as slaves for themselves, but they hacked and killed and slaughtered everyone. They destroyed the temples, they wiped out a very high culture at the end of old kingdom Egypt. By the time they woke up to what they had destroyed, the knowledge that was gone, it was too late. The only people that knew how to make it, who were still alive, were the Hebrews - and they were out on the Sinai. 

In ancient they began Egypt to do the opening of the mouth ceremonies - they begin to mummify their leaders, waiting for this knowledge to come back so that the leaders could be brought back to life, but in fact the knowledge was gone. They've never found the body of a pharaoh or a high priest from old kingdom Egypt. Never. And they claim in their literature that they never died, that they ascended the stairway to heaven. When you read about what they did and where they went, they were going to the very same place that the people in the Tigris-Euphrates valley went to, to ascend the stairway to heaven - it totally agrees. And they went to an island called Bahrain, it's just off the Sinai peninsula. There was a city by the name of 'Kilmun' or 'Dilmun' and do you know that they have excavated the city and found that it does exist, and it's supposedly the land of the crossing, where the fresh water and the sea water mix. And they have found the fault, right underneath the island where fresh water exits under the ocean and mixes with the sea water. 

All of this goes back to writings about the first mortal king in the Tigris-Euphrates valley, Gilgamesh, and his quest for immortality. It goes back to when he was told to travel to the land where the sun rises, which in fact was the name for Arabia. And he traveled down the river, and into the ocean and across the ocean. They came to an island and at that island the man that he was looking for who survived the flood lived, the man we know as Noah - the man who lived 900-1,000 years, and had three sons who lived over 900 years - who had this knowledge. 

Okay, now we come back to the Hebrews who exited Egypt. All of the Egyptians that had this knowledge were slaughtered, and no one was there to bring them back to life. But the Hebrews had this knowledge, and Bezaleel, the goldsmith, was commanded by Moses to prepare the "What is it?", the manna, or the "bread of the presence of God", which was another name they knew it by in Egypt. In Egypt they had three other names for it; it was called "the golden tear from the eye of Horus", it was called "that which issues from the mouth of the Creator" - the spittle - or it was called "the semen of the Father in Heaven". And if you take the white powder gold and you mix it with water, it forms a gelatinous white suspension that as a farmer I can attest does look just like semen. That would be a good description of it, if I was trying to convey to someone what it looks like. 

This is the basis of all religions of the world. How many times have you heard "cleanse yourself", "purify yourself", "prepare yourself like a bride in the bridal chamber", "for the coming of the father". What they don't go on and tell you is what happens in the bridal chamber - you become inseminated in the bridal chamber. But you receive the semen of the father in Heaven. And this is done over a 40 day period during a 40 day fast. It was called the Egyptian rite of passage. It went 9 days with no food to totally cleanse the digestive system, and they took this material, or the "semen of the Father in Heaven", for the next 30 days. It was called "the Bread of Life" and the "Bread of Life" was mixed with the water and was called the "Living Water". 

This material is what Moses commanded Bezaleel, the goldsmith to make. It wasn't a baker, it was a goldsmith who was told to prepare the "Bread of the presence of God", and this "Bread of the presence of God" was set out on a golden table in front of the Ark of the Covenant. You remember the Ark of the Covenant, in which they also placed the stones through which God spoke to Moses, and the Ten Commandments. 

And the Bible says that up on Mt. Sinai the Hebrew people said there was fire and there was smoke. It was if a forge was going up on Mt. Sinai. But recall that Moses had been there previously and in the area of Sinai is where copper was being mined and smelted. And in fact, I believe there was a forge going on Mt. Sinai, because at 1,160 degrees the white powder of gold can be melted to a transparent glass of gold. It literally becomes a glass as clear as window glass, and yet it is pure gold, it's not a gold compound, it's pure gold. You can take it in a mortar and pestle and grind it right back to the white powder, but it looks absolutely like glass. 

The neat thing about gold, as compared to the other elements, is that gold can be purified by distillation. At 450 degrees elemental gold will resonance disconnect from itself and will transfer as a gas and be re-condensed and be caught as white powder again. And so you can purify it, back and forth, by repeated distillation, and get a very high-purity substance. It's called the "white dew", the "white condensate", "the white dove" - it's depicted as a white feather in the alchemical texts, because that's the way it was purified as a volatile material. Okay? All of the symbols of being fed by a dove, or receiving the white dove, are always an alchemical symbol. We find, as the rabbi told me, that this knowledge was kept by the Hebrews until the destruction of the first temple. 

What happened when they destroyed the first temple? And what happened right before the temple was destroyed? We find that Solomon got a woman pregnant who came from Egypt and she, in fact, was the Pharaoh of Egypt. Her name was Hatshepsut. She came to Solomon's temple, and she became pregnant. She returned back to Egypt and she gave birth to a son, and the son's name was Menelik. Menelik returned to Jerusalem when he was twenty one to be acknowledged by Solomon as being his son. And Solomon acknowledged Menelik, "Yes, you are my son". And of course, the Levites, the high priests, just went bonkers. 

Here was a half breed and they had all this racial purity, and here was a half breed as the eldest son of Solomon, to be the next king of Jerusalem. And so the Levites said, "You must send your son away." And Solomon, in his infinite wisdom, said, "Fine, if I must send my son away, all of you Levites must send your eldest sons away also." So all of the eldest sons of the Levites left with Menelik - but when they left they took the Ark of the Covenant. 

And that's where the Ark of the Covenant went; to Egypt. When the Hebrews realized that the Ark of the Covenant had left, these men who took it were the ones who by blood right were the correct ones to care for it. They were the eldest sons of the Levites and the king. But because they were sent away they took the Ark of the Covenant. And the Hebrew people didn’t really want to talk about this that much, because it really was their doings that they lost it. The Aaronic priesthood or the rabbinical priesthood does not want to talk about the high priesthood leaving Jerusalem, but it went to Egypt. 

And it was kept in Egypt out on the island of Elephantine, where they built an exact duplicate of the Temple of Solomon, and you'll read, and find out about that, if you read Graham Hancock's book, 'The Sign and the Seal'. This is all in there and it is absolutely correct. The excavators have found, on the island of Elephantine, the exact dimensions of the Temple of Solomon, where the foundation was and where the Ark of the Covenant was kept. 

In the temple of Luxor they recorded all of the loot and all of the plunder that was taken from the Temple of Solomon by Thutmose II, when he became pharaoh and looted the temple. But there's no Ark of the Covenant because they already had that. And in that plunder they list all of the items that they got, and they're all identified as being golden, and then silver and then copper. But under the golden items, under the ‘shewbread’, here is this elongated pyramidal shape that is "The Bread of the presence of God". 

It's the very same symbol that I told you about earlier, that is always shown as depicted in the sacred ceremony, with the king offering the "bread", the "white bread", to the symbol of the Ark of the Covenant, with the black Anubis sitting on top of it. Well the Anubis represented the digestive system, and here's the king offering it, and it says "keeper of the secret". It's the white powder of gold being offered to the digestive system, which is the transformational process you go through. 

Now, what does it do? I'm not a doctor so I can't practice medicine. Anything that is administered to someone for the purpose of curing a disease is medicine. So therefore I can't tell you what's been done with it, what the doctors who I’ve given it have done with it, but I can tell you that it has totally gotten rid of Kaposi’s Sarcomas on AIDS patients, at 2 mg. per day. 2 mg. per day. There's 32,000 milligrams in an ounce - 2 mg. is nothing - and it gets rid of KS. I can tell you that within 2 hours, their white blood cell count goes from 2,500 to 6,500 white blood cells. I can tell you that stage 4 cancer patients have taken it orally, and after 45 days have no cancer anyplace in the body. We're not gonna go into any more specifics than that. I will talk about it when the cameras aren't running. 
I am not a doctor. My purpose in this was not to cure diseases and illness, but I did want to know "does it work"? It's been used on Lou Gehrig's disease, it's been used on MS, it's been used on MD, it's been used on arthritis, and it just does some very remarkable things in the body. The most important thing that it does and the real reason this is here is not as a medicine. 

The reason this material is here is to enlighten and raise the consciousness of mankind. Now if people don't understand that, I apologize, but that really is its purpose. We have given it in high amounts to some people who have had nothing wrong with them medically. We didn't know what to expect. So the very first man, he did a 42 day food fast, which is pretty severe food fast. He went for 9 days with only water, he had a high colonic, and on the 10th day we began to give him 500 mg a day of this material. Now this was not gold. This was rhodium and iridium. And the reason we chose rhodium and iridium is because it naturally was in his body. It's in Aloe Vera gel. It's in Ace Mannan. It's in "Man aloe". It's in carrot juice, it's in grape juice, it's in grape seed extract, it's in slippery elm bark, it's in sheep sorrel, it's in many, many materials. And so it's totally natural, it's not a compound, it's not a drug. It's an elemental material. It's like taking an iron pill, but these are the atoms that flow the light of life in your body.

And according to ancient Egyptians, they said, "You have a physical body, you have to feed physical foods to so it can grow and become all that it's meant to be. If you don't feed your material body, you die or you're very stunted. You don't grow and develop. You also have a light body,” they said, “you also must feed so it can grow and become what it's meant to be.” And we haven't been feeding our light body, because we haven't known what to feed it with. 
500 mg. a day for 30 days was called the Egyptian rite of passage, and so we had to find out what this does. After 5 or 6 days of taking this material, the fellow began to hear a very high frequency sound, and every day the sound got louder, and louder, and louder. By the time he finished his fast, he said it's like loudspeakers in his brain, literally roaring this sound. It's the same sound that many of the meditators have heard, that you’re told to listen for when you meditate, to find this sound - but when you think about it most people don't hear it anymore. Well this sound is roaring in this man's head, it's roaring day and night, it's roaring when he's talking on the phone, it's roaring when he's working. And I said, "Doesn't this disturb you? Isn't this an irritating sound?" and he said, "Not at all. It's just like nectar", because it doesn't come through the ears. He said, "It's inside the brain." 

Now it's hard for me to understand. It's hard for probably most of you to understand. He says, "David, it's just nectar. You literally want to go within the sound and just let it exclude everything out of your life." At the end of the 42 day fast, he went back, took a body brush to get rid of the toxins in his body, and went back to eating normally. And he was eating meat, white meat and vegetables. He figured the sound would die down and go away. It doesn't. The sound is still growing and getting louder and louder. 

After 60 more days, the dreams begin, the revelations begin, and then the visions begin. And this is going to sound a little far fetched to some of you, but there are light beings that come to this man and teach him. They never open their mouth but they are telepathically communicating with him. And with the hope that I'm not going to offend anyone, there is actually a female being that comes to him and has sex with him. 

And I didn't understand this until I found in the ancient Vedic texts that it talks about this, having sex with the angels. 2000 B.C. After about 7 months, he begins to have orgasms. I’d better explain to you, he has no erection, he has no seminal emission, but it's an orgasm. I says, "Is it nice?" and he said, "It's just like the real thing". He's now having about 7-8 a day. 

He said, "Dave, the sound seems to originate about 8 inches above my head, it comes down into my brain, it's like a hat band around my head, and it just roars here in my head. I can feel the vibration all through my body". But after 7 months these orgasms started and they just got more frequent and more frequent, and it's not something he controls. It's something that just comes on. Well, he only sleeps about an hour and a half to two hours now, he doesn't need 7-8 hours like most of us, and so he decided one morning about 4 o'clock in the morning, he's gonna go outside and just let this orgasm go. See what happens. 

He said it began down the pelvis, he just let it move, and he said he could feel it come up over his stomach, up over his chest, up over his head, and he said, "My whole body was involved in this orgasm". And he said, "I felt hot. I felt like if someone came up and touched me they would burn their hand. Then all of a sudden, out of the top of my head goes this column of energy". He feels it just going right out the top of his head. 

About three weeks ago I was handed a book, called "Secrets of the Golden Flower" by Richard Wilhelm with an introduction by Carl Jung. Richard Wilhelm did the eastern translations for Jung. This book was written in 1931, and it's been translated and been reproduced and published several times since then. Anyway, it describes this sound verbatim. And it says in the book it seems to all be about this sound, the "hu". Well we are the hu-man the man who can hear the sound. 

This is about the "hu", the sound. It says that you get this energy in your pelvis, and that it can be developed to where it literally will take your whole body up over your head and everything. And when it finally is at a state of perfection it will feel like there is a column of light coming right out the top of your head. 

I think the word that most people use for it is the kundalini. But that's what it is. This man can cut cards now, and hold them up, and tell you what the suit is and what the number is, and he's right 10 out of 10 times. He can tell you who's going to come to see him tomorrow, he knows what they're going to want to talk about before they get there, who it's going to be, what they are going to want to talk about. He says there's this feeling of complete oneness with all living things, all animals, all humans. It's just this total unity of oneness with all life. 

According to the "Secrets of the Golden Flower", it takes 10 lunar months, which happens to be the same as the Egyptian's said, 9 solar months, same time frame, but at the end of this, at the ninth month, he literally becomes a light being. It's the breaking through of the cosmic egg, and he literally becomes a light being, capable of levitating and capable of bio-locating. To literally disappear here and reappear someplace else. 

Now this sounds pretty preposterous, except if he's a perfect superconductor, he can levitate, he can walk on water. I will share with you some of the papers by Harold Puthoff, down in Austin, Texas, who worked on the government contracts on psychic telepathy, mental connections between people, and he's now working with levitation, time travel and all that. He's published some papers developing Sakharov's theory about gravity, in which he says that gravity is not a gravitational field - that gravity is in fact the inter-reaction of matter, the protons, and the neutrons and the electrons, with the zero point, or vacuum energy. What we experience as gravity is, in fact, the inter-reaction of the matter with the zero point energy.

There is no gravitational field per se. He calculates that when matter is resonance connected in two dimensions, it no longer interacts in three dimensions, but it's only interacting in two dimensions by what he calls the ‘jitterbug motion’ - it loses 4/9ths of its gravitational weight. Or it only weighs 56 percent, which if you all recall is exactly what our material weighed. 56 percent, or 5/9ths of its true weight. Which means that the material is a resonance connected quantum oscillator resonating in two dimensions - which just happens to be the definition of superconductor. 

But when I met Hal Puthoff, he said, "Dave, you know what this means - it means when you can control space-time, you control gravity, and if you control gravity, you are controlling space-time. And so what these atoms are literally doing is they are bending space-time to weigh 5/9s. He says, "There are theories in the published journals, credible journals, about moving faster than the speed of light, from one place to another. But to do it you must have what's called exotic matter, matter that has no gravitational attraction at all." 

Do you know that at 70 degrees Fahrenheit iridium has no gravitational attraction at all - and that the temperature of your body's above that? And so if our body becomes filled with the light - we literally eat this until our light body exceeds our physical body - then we supposedly become light beings and our physical body no longer controls our light body, our light body now controls our physical body. 

And anywhere we can think we would like to go, we can travel there not only spiritually, but physically, and take our physical body with us. Now coincidentally, in the Bible, this is referred to as the rapture. It says, two will be working in the field and one will be gone, two will be laying in bed and one will be gone. It will be a physical taking up and disappearing from where you're at. It says in Revelations, 'Blessed be the man who will overcome for he shall be given the hidden manna, the white stone of purest kind, upon which will be written a new name." [Rev. 2:17] You will not be the same person you were before you took the material. 

It actually says you will have a new name, you will be a different person. When you become filled with the spirit, when you become filled with the chrism, you are not the same person you were before. All that DNA that these biomedical people can't figure out is actually there to function; it just isn't working right now. 

The Bible says that at one time we were the Adam Kadmon, we were the angelic being, and we have fallen to this animalistic state. But in the Bible it says that the day will come when the ancient of days returns here to Earth. Who is the ancient of days? The ancient of days is the Adam Kadmon, the original man. And when this man returns here and he literally can read your thoughts in your mind without you opening your mouth - how much more thoroughly could you ever be judged? No more skeletons in the closet, no more hidden agendas. Everything's known. In the Bible they call it the opening of the book of life. 

It's the time that everything gets judged, everything gets revealed. 

And then, and only then, will you see Christ again. That's when he returns. Okay? In Revelations, it says, the streets of the new Jerusalem, will be paved with gold so pure as like unto transparent glass. [Rev. 21:21] Gold so pure as like unto transparent glass, and the foundations are made of gold like unto transparent glass. [Rev. 21:18] 

Now if that isn't heavy enough for you, when I found out that the name for the golden tree of life was the ORME, ormus or ormes. And the name of my patent is Orbitally Rearranged Monatomic Elements. In the Book of Isaiah, it says a latter day David, a descendant of the Davidic blood line, my cousin, bless her soul joined the Mormon Church, and they had her do her genealogy, and my great-great-great grandmother, was Hanna de Guise, daughter of Christopher de Guise, brother of Charles or Claude de Guise, who if you got a copy of "Holy Blood Holy Grail" there, Charles or Claude de Guise is in the book. Nostradamus worked for the de Guise family and Nostradamus prophesied by 1999 the occult gold will be known to science. Very specific prophecy, very exact dates, very precise. And a descendent of this family, a latter day David, is the one who's to plant the Golden Tree of Life.

And I didn't know any of this when I filed my patent. And so when you realize what this is, and you realize what it does, and you realize why it's here, then you realize why my job is not to make money with it. I can't make money with it. My job is to tell those people who are ready for it what the state of things are and when it's going to be available. I can't sell it, I will solicit donations to cover our costs in producing it. But it has to be made available for those people who are ready for it. 

And this is called the Lesser Keys of Solomon, the Keys to the Kingdom. 

Remember the Petra, the Rock, held the keys to the Kingdom, Peter, the Keeper of the Keys? And this is called the Keys to the Kingdom. 

It's not the answer, but it's the door that unlock, it's the key that unlocks the door to the answer. You no longer have to die to literally come face to face with the angels to experience what most of these people called - when they died and came back to life - an unbelievable feeling of oneness. The closest most of you will ever be to another person is during the moment of sex. Think about it. And yet this is even more than that. Because you're one heart and one mind with everyone. Somebody said it would make a great title for a book, "Better Than Sex". 

Well, it is all about love, total oneness with everyone. It's perfect telepathy, perfect communication, it's total love and total oneness. 

Understand that superconductors don't have to touch. In electricity, the wires have to touch before electricity can flow from one wire to another wire, but superconductors can sit at a distance, and as long as they are in resonant harmony, and their Meissner fields touch, they are one - because they flow light between them. So they act as one superconductor. So when you are a perfect superconductor, and she is a perfect superconductor, you are one with her heart and her mind. You know all things about her. Perfect telepathy.
And that is the Judgment. That is the Oneness. 

Now what does it do in the body? It literally corrects the DNA, by a process that’s the equivalent of a denaturing solution; the DNA relaxes and recombines corrected. So all diseases that originate with a problem with the DNA can be corrected, but your reason for taking it cannot be to correct a disease. Your reason for taking it has to be a philosophical reason. It has to be to enlighten and to raise the nature of mankind. If in doing that, it happens to cure the diseases, so be it. I think most of you know what this stuff is and why it is here now. Most of you had known it was coming - it was eventually, going to be here. 

And I’m an ultra-conservative, right-wing John Birch type guy here, you know, one who believes that the free-enterprise system is the best system given the nature of man. He's selfish and he's greedy, and he's to be tempted with money and wealth, and when you understand what this is, this changes the nature of man - all of the things we value now are no longer important. When you no longer need to eat, you literally can be fed on the resonance fields of the universe. All you need is water. When you no longer need energy, you can travel anywhere you want just by thinking where you'd like to be and be there. You can live 800-1,000 years with a perfect body, literally every cell in your body perfected and corrected. And then your metabolism speeds up about 45 or 50 percent, you return to the state you were when you were a teenager and you can stay in that state. This is what the material is. 

We don't have all the answers yet. There's a tremendous amount of research study that needs to be done on it by the medical people. We have an awful lot of doctors already working on it. - AIDS, cancer, all working on it. We have National Institutes of Health licensing and permission to do it. And all I can tell you is it's here, it ain't going to go away if you don't believe it, and it will change the world more than anything in the last 2,000 years. 



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Thursday 26 June 2008

Shamanic Initiation: This Is the Afterlife

Shamanic Initiation
This Is the Afterlife

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Turning inside out, the young shaman falls though a long swirling tunnel formed of his inverted self, his unbodied mouth and eyes agape in a primal rush toward extinction.

He accelerates through a tightly wound vortex that shifts and bends to accommodate his course, always centred in the swirling tube which never touches his falling, disembodied perspective. The tunnel is made of light, and of his own bloodstream, and of all the memories and unremembered details of materiality and personality that made up his life – yet not merely ‘his’ life.

Every human, fish, bird, animal, insect, cell and blood corpuscle that has ever lived is there with him, all at once – the dying shaman can feel their bright fear and ecstasy pouring through him as they all rush toward an unseen destination around the curving, translucent bends of the primal vortex. Even though every being dies alone - no matter if a multitude of witnesses is present - the moment of death itself is one great screaming orgasm experienced simultaneously by every one, every single thing that has ever lived - all our eyes and mouths and ganglia agape at the same simultaneous culmination of our material existence.

The tunnel is an eternally vivid living record of past events and future dreams, all memories and visions embroidered into the seamless fabric of its swirl – and Ram’yana’s private past and the panoply of his personal memories are displayed most prominently to him, brightly livid episodes which emerge from the tubular walls as he passes. His strongest experiences - the most impressive ones, that imprinted themselves most brightly into the palimpsest of his being - leap out at him in high relief as he turns and twists and falls and flies, a singular eye of consciousness accelerating toward the endless end of the convoluted time tunnel that’s leading him home.

As the world we experience slips past us at the periphery of our sensoria, an ongoing tunnel vision moves with us at the extremity of our perceptions, whether dying, dead or alive. Journeying out of the physical plane, outside the material matrix of the world, Ram’yana is beyond time and the ken of time-bound beings; as he leaves four dimensional Timespace and approaches the speed of light everything twists into a tunnel which lengthens fore and aft.

He sees his grandfather and grandmother, Mickey Mouse and Pluto, all the dogs and cats and mice and goldfish that shared his boyhood years, the smells of his houses and the flavours of his lovers. He hears the laughter of his kindergarten friends, their bright faces visible all around him singing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’, while pretty little Abigail jumps over a spinning rope twirled by Gina and Hannah, her long blonde pink-ribboned pigtails rotating around the sides of her head.

He holds his mother’s huge hand, grasping her finger through the wooden bars of his bassinet while she sings to him in the sultry evening air. He witnesses the expression of semi-resigned shock on his father’s face during the Cuban missile crisis and again when Kennedy was shot, sees the squashed remains of mosquitoes on the wall above his crib, watches the strange lights moving in the sky while all the neighbours point and speculate, sinks again with a collapsing sandbank on Bondi Beach, swept away with hundreds of panicking faces being pulled out to the deep sea along with him, while hundreds of man-eating sharks are driven off by the beating, splashing oars of desperate lifesavers.

He sees his mother’s eyes for the first time all over again and screams at the hard slap on his bottom as he hangs before Doctor Traub’s thick-lensed glasses in the bright, antiseptic birth theatre. His paternal grandmother smiles at him as she leans over and obscures his view of the magnificent giant yellow flowers of the magnolia tree while she wheels him in his pram; he can still smell the cloying fragrance of the flowers. His mother’s mother screams as he holds a dingo puppy up for her inspection and she tumbles over backward in her bedroom, breaking her hip while his eight year old eyes wash the scene away with tears that burn through the illusory years.

The Cat in the Hat and the Mighty Thor; the smell and Hungarian accent of alcoholic Uncle Tony, putting him off beer for years with his first taste of bitter ale at the age of six, and the bright laughing face of his babysitter Wendy by the blazing wood fire; the spray of blood when he cut his wrist falling onto a broken bottle at the age of three and the dizzying view from the emergency surgeon’s high private balcony; the first time he kissed a girl and the first time he dreamed of kissing a girl, all bound up together; flying through the sky in a propeller-driven passenger plane, watching circular rainbows following him in the clouds below.

White sulphur-crested cockatoos and sparrows circle his yard while kookaburras laugh in the gum trees; the first terrifying time his father holds him up high in the air to place him in the fork of a tree; his first night after he ran away from home, reclining on a beanbag in a Kings Cross commune reading Philip Jose Farmer’s pertinent To Your Scattered Bodies Go - everything is there, each scene and sensation embedded within and revealing a multitude of others. Everything. His dying mind seeks out everything he’s ever experienced, seeking a way back into the womb of living as he falls through something else entirely, riding a rollercoaster beyond the imagination of the most topologically tormented tycoon.

As Ram’yana falls he flashes before the eyes of his whole life – as others fall with him, many others, all others, sharing the time tunnel with his self-judging awareness. In the eternity of the Fall everything hidden or repressed is exposed in the Divine Light of clear sight and each being is their own Judge, emerging from the blindfold of their material existence to weigh their own soul on the ineradicable scales of justice and mercy. Conscience is the soul and the soul is immortally, inescapably honest with itself when released from the fetters of self-deceit and delusion.

Beyond time, at the singular moment of the great primal rush that is the birth and death canal leading from one world to the next, everyone experiences the same thing at the same time. We all come and go together in a mind-blowing orgasm; dreaming or screaming, laughing or crying, all emotion quails and pales before the rush of unstoppable motion that dwarfs any and every trivial concern.

No thought of gods or devils, life or death in the primal scream toward the Light at the end of the tunnel - the only thing that matters is holding onto your headless hat and the wordless regrets felt toward all the people, animals and conscious entities you ever knew deeply, or ever loved – and still love, deeply, tenderly, with a perspective of forgiveness, understanding and compassion never vouchsafed to your flesh-bound, in-coiled, emotion-embroiled mortal personality.

Ram is every human who ever lived and died, every fish ever caught in a current to swirl down into lightless depths beyond its control, every bird caught in a whirlwind that flings it to flinders, every animal diving for cover into cloaking vegetation from an inescapable predator, every individual blood corpuscle flinging itself on the way to the crushing pressure at the heart of its warm, pulsating cosmos. As he pours through the end of the world the tunnel twists and whirls, always hiding the point of it all, the point of no return, the heart of the matter, the source of every thing and being - and his mind expands to simultaneously see his spiraling course as a single thread in a vast interwoven image.

The tunnel is one thread among myriad drab and colourful strands in a great unchartable tapestry, an inextricable part of its intricate pattern. The dying shaman follows the course of his life along its undulating strand and sees that his thread rises and falls above and beneath uncountable other interlocking threads, a spectrum of hues and textures in the enormously unfathomable tapestry. As his thread rises above another he is ‘conscious’, while the thread it occludes is ‘dreaming’; where his strand is covered by another thread, his mortal body sleeps and dreams while the other strand lives their waking life. Everyone and everything is there, all at once, simultaneously, lain out and displayed before him with no need for the flow of time to elucidate the infinite multiplicity of being.

Turn the tapestry around. The thought comes unbidden and the cloth reverses itself around him in a loopy topological twist; the implicately shared complementary nature of consciousness becomes apparent to his blown mind as he sees himself dreaming the lives of others, and others dreaming through his waking eyes and flesh. The intermingling pathways wind around the curving delineaments of their divine co-creation, which turns into itself like a Moebius strip until the beginning of one thread seamlessly winds into the end of another. The falcon is the hunter is the arrow is the feather is the truth. All is alive and whole; nothing is partial or frayed.

The tapestry is vast, but he’s able to follow his individuated thread through the colourful patterns and sees that the enormous conglomeration of dreams and lives is incomplete – not completed by the path of the single thread that is his experience of existence, rising from the tapestry to enter him as him. At the same timeless moment, Ram’yana approaches the plexus of light that is the destiny of all nations, women and men - the future and past of all that are born to fall along with him, minds blown in the blinding light of the immortal portal.

An immaculate blazing white-hot sun glows at the end of the tunnel. He can see it ever more clearly through the transparing walls of the vortex, thinning and fading in the face of the overwhelmingly brilliant source and core of existence. Ram sees the arcs of a trans-finite net spreading outward from the source, sees an infinitude of other vortices approaching its plexus from more angles than he can wrap his bodiless head around. They pass through each other in ways that defy and tease his mortal three-dimensionally entrained mind – but the arrangement makes subtle sense to a higher form of his being, trembling on the edge of an unchartable metamorphosis into something so much greater as to be intrinsically unimaginable. Simultaneously, on another level, the individual personality of the shaman approaches its ultimate rebirth and transformation in his flight toward the blinding light of the central sun.

The source of all is the hot, bright core and central axis of the centreless multiverse, the eternal end of every tunnel; the maw of a transdimensional creature about to swallow him up, the Infinite Light of God and his own silent heart gently glowing in timeless repose. He flies around a final bend in the dissolving tunnel, surging toward the arcane net that veils the core - which flares into him as the tunnel widens, opening into the final straight.

Ram’yana flashes toward the weave that’s flung to the ends of the cosmos, spreading himself to embrace the Light - and as he reaches it, he encounters the safety net. A web-like sieve is strung across the open maw of All, and as Ram’yana passes though it a great, resounding BOUMMB fills the boundless universe – the sound of one heartbeat, as loud as the boom that eternally creates the unborn, ever-living universe; the sound of Shiva’s eye opening and of one hand clapping.

Before your time, he hears and feels, not ready, not yet – unfinished - and he feels himself shrinking toward an infinitesimally small spot in the multitude of multiverses - back into the weave, where plan net X marks the spot where all things meet in his current-bound primate life.
Boumb… Boom…. Boom!

That’s why I’m here, writing this to you ‘now’ - the same ‘now’ that you are reading it in, really. I and eye remember it all vividly, not as something to slowly forget or avoid in the unfocused mind’s eye, but as an ongoing experience that is with me now, always, dynamically imprinted. It is with me as it is with you, when you close your eyes and open your memory to see truly through the waters of forgetfulness, to the infinite waters of eternal life.

Life and death, sensory wakefulness and supersensory dreaming are the same thing, appearing as the warp and weft of the reversible tapestry of existence. And everyone, each of us, is the whole tapestry, inextricably interwoven – everyone is everyone, and that’s about as close as this constraining corsetry of early third millennium Inglesh needs to get at this point in infinite time – xcept, perhaps, for the most important thing of all;

Every one you truly touch and are touched by, in every way, leaves the deepest and most prominent engravings in your heart, mind and soul. What we do unto others is what we do to ourselves - and other living beings are more than mere memory mirrors or handy usable tools. That’s what draws us back for more, and more again – the need to do better by our selves – over and over, until we do it right. Then we get another choice – or another chance to ride the carousel Wheel of Fortune again, if we so choose.

The multiple layers of ascendant consciousness are a self-filtering system of co-evolution - a system of slowly developing focus and perspective that leads our awareness to other dimensions, already inextricably interwoven with the relatively ‘familiar’ bounds of our largely unknown but ever-present reality. There’s no dim-witted hierarchy of order-givers or sword-wielding guardians barring the doors of higher perception – the gateway to Heaven on Earth. There’s just you – and me, and all of us, together. We all have our time to shine, and that time is always now.

Yet Death is not Dying. In the Bardo spaces between thy flowering carnations of existence, all the bright religious hopes and turgid superstitious terrors await the untrained monkey mind in its ongoing fall toward dissolution or reintegration. The Bardo Realms are entire worlds or pocket universes as apparently solid as the full-blown reality ye imagine around thee, right where thou art sitting, right now. How do ye know thou art alive, not dreaming this experience, right here and now? Do ye think that’s air you’re breathing?

Ram’yana floats disembodied, cast up on an immaterial shore outside the local universe, watching it swirl through itself beneath him; the tapestry is a barely discernable, infinitely fine-grained weave forming the matrix of existence, outlining the shape of the universe and guiding its self-sustaining flow through time and space and all the other, less obvious parameters it encompasses. He sees a hazy infinitude of other swirls spreading out in all directions, above, below, to either side – each a slight variation on the one before, all widely separated yet all partaking of the same immaterial dark substance as the tenuous tapestry.

Each swirl is a singular grain in an imperceptibly vast hologram, an infinite regression of fractal vortices; a single word in a never-ending story - and each verse is subtly different from all the other differing aspects of a single singing unity.

His blown mind watches the singular verse nearest him swirling into itself, containing its energies like a Klein bottle pouring into its own interior to define its own recurving, inside-out delineaments. It looks like a giant swirling jam doughnut, or a coiled cowpat, a giant dog turd, a flattened vortex, a topographical conundrum slowly twirling through at least four dimensions. As he floats in a simulacrum of his tattered body and puzzles out the multiplex shape, he’s slowly drawn back toward it, floating down into a singular point encased within its grave, gravitic embrace. He sees one particular swirling spot within a whirling coloured mass and knows that’s the place where his density lies on a bed of warm, cracked concrete.

Ram’yana feels the slow, distant booming of his heart. He gains an inkling of another sound, resonating in the back of his mind - and it expands to become a symphony of intriguing crystalline notes. All around him, bells made of ice are tinkling with the harmonious chaos of twinkling stars.

Ram’yana feels himself rising through the star-flung cosmos while the suns sing a chiming paean to life and, outlined in the far distance above him, a wavering shape begins to take form. He attempts to focus on the vaguely familiar form and rises through strangely layered densities as the tinkling music morphs into more gravelly, clashing sounds.

The slowly approaching shape becomes dimly visible above him as he rises toward it; the shifting outline of a human form, splayed across a layer in the stratosphere of his dreaming mind. The sounds become metallic scraping noises, moving to and fro from side to side. The glowing outline grows more familiar as he floats gently upward through a dimly palpable substance, his ears filling with jangling clashes of indecipherable noise. The approaching form gradually resolves into the shifting white-on-midnight blue outline of an intimately familiar human aura – the invisible chalk-shape outline of his teenage body, awaiting his return to the surface of the world.

The undying young shaman hears the strange sounds shift into a field of white noise when he enters the welcoming shape of himself, as the deafening hiss sloughs away like the parting of waters when the submerged swimmer breaks through the surface tension of the oceanic world-sphere. He bursts breathless into blessedly fresh night air and marvels at his rebirth as he reenters his gasping body from the spaceless spaces beyond and within the dark matter of Mother Earth.

Boumbb! Boumb! Boom!

Ram’s first resurrected breath sucks him all the way back into his body as the skin of the other dimensional space he’s been journeying through breaks all around him, the Waters of Life spraying into the illuminated void. The jangling metallic sounds return and resolve into vaguely discernible human voices, coming to him through the stunned, distended tunnels of his barely functioning ears. At first he can’t make out the words, only recognising the emotional intensity behind the strange sounds as they attempt to negotiate the blocked passages of his auditory canals. Then he recognises Titania’s voice through waves of warbling, flanging distortion.

“He’s breathing – and his heart’s beating again!”

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