by Dan Winter with Deborah Louth
Honey carries the codes of the planets as they beam their energy to
earth. The flowers, being of the highest vibration of energy in the
physical world, carry the codes of the geometry that interlocks with
the paths of the stars. The flowers then hold the information, and
release it in their pollen and plant nectar..
Then the worker bees of the honey bee kingdom, graciously collect
the sacred nectar and pollen which is the food of the worker bees
and drones, which becomes the raw material for the queen making
Pollen is the male seed element of the flowers.. which fertilize the
plant, and ultimate the honey bee queen.
Royal jelly, in the sense of
Gaia’s lactate, is known as bee’s milk..
Royal jelly contains the dna
and rna, braid of hive memory..
Feeding with sugar water (memory empty:
context poor) has been a practice which mysteriously started just
before the onset of the world bee destruction arrival of the
Requeening prevents natural hive reproduction/swarming. Imagine
never having the ecstatic rush of the vortex of the swarm dance of
the bees, around a free queen. How would your children look if you
systematically deprived them of reproductive ecstasy for
generations. Eventually, twinkle would be lost and they would fall
ill. The DNA must cross in a free fall, so as to catch
gravity that way. The DNA must be free in order to learn, in
the same way that the character in your dream must be set free in
order for you to learn from it. If, instead of killing the queens,
we had to catch the new swarm, we would be proving that we could
make a home for the hive worth the service provided later by a
certain percentage of the sweetness.
Queens were intended to live to the seventh generation, just
like Indian memories. Imagine what would have happened to the
Indian’s immune system if the tribal council were genetically
destroyed every two years, like the beekeepers do to queens?
There is a Sufi myth which says something like From Length is
Longing Born. I’ve always fancifully thought this was a nice apology
for separateness. As if after the big bang, the little sparks
darting about through stubble, were us, imagining ourselves
separate, and thus able to have a secret thought. This was a
convenient imagination in that it allowed us to experience the way
momentum which was continuous, became discontinuous. This is
variously known as evil (live/recursion spelled backwards),
separateness, wave vs particle, continuum vs quantization,
catastrophe theory, energy vs. matter, etc. In essence, it permitted
spin in it’s flame like recursion to settle into some of the most
dense spin slip knots, with VERY HIGH LEVERAGE. In this sense, we
think of spin become recursive (or simply well nested or self
embedded) as consciousness, or awareness. Focus spin (image-ine
separate), you get little fractals (recursion), and that is
So what does the Sufi saying here mean about creating longing, by
creating the illusion of length or separateness?
Yearning or longing in the Gurdjieffian sense, means creating
the necessary and desirable force to connect things at a distance.
They always said in the Gurdjieff school, that it was good to
amp up, or supercharge the batteries of yearning, in order to fire
up the universe to bring together things at a distance... things
separate. We wrote in our article "Can Intent Steer Waves", about
the pine cone, shape of the PINEal gland, which braided light to the
super light speed bending time, which was called "PINE-ing" or
yearning. We read now in the classic Reptilian style of learn
it by eating it, that Pineal glands are the favorite food
of the Dracos.
This article was inspired as my friend Deborah and I began
studying the disaster (dis-astare: disconnected from stars), of the
beekeepers’ practice of killing their queens. We knew that
ultimately this was probably the single most awful cause of the
death of the entire American bee "industry". The scientist’s scratch
their head at the supposed death of the immune strength of virtually
every bee hive in the nation, while with their other blind hand they
pass laws saying, you beekeepers MUST kill your queens every time
your hive burps with ANYTHING even slightly uncomfortable to the...
... requeen if you have a
... call state inspector if you have a failing queen
... requeen if there is a hint of assertiveness in your
... requeen if the hive reproduction rate is even
slightly inconvenient to your wallet
" In one sense queen producers don’t
sell queens, they sell 'traits’ " or their shallow idea of what
BEE MEMORY SHOULD BEE...
"A newly arrived queen, fresh from the mailman’s pouch... Alien
royalty may not be accepted by your bees. Or she may not be up
to the task, not well prepared for the job, and only a drone
layer become.." (Discontinuity of memory = weakness to immune
"THE QUEEN CONTROLS THE HIVE THROUGH PHEROMONES WHILE, HER
REPRODUCTIVE MATERIAL ACTS AS THE GENETIC GRAND CENTRAL STATION
FOR HER OFFSPRING"
quotes from Buying Queens: What do
You Need to Know"
by Walter Clark
Bee Culture Magazine, March 94
Deborah advised me that while
beekeepers imagined that the natural state of affairs was that new
queens killed old queens in some ritual, THEY REALLY HAVE NO IDEA IF
CRITICAL TRIBAL/HIVE MEMORY IS PASSED BETWEENS QUEENS IN THAT
Remember in DUNE, when the dying Reverend Mother queen,
passed her memory to her successor? The skulls touched, and sparks
of memory inhabited the dream space of the younger queen. After
that, all of the life memory of the old queen, flowed in the young.
Now let us look at HIVE life, as if memory of shape was the
entire economy of the hive. This is in a sense true, in that the
physics of a unified field, is only a memory of shape. If you have
only one unified substance, then all economies are only those of
shape histories... err rather... her stories.
You (the honey bee) wander off into the fields, you are looking for
the folder nectar of what the flower produced. The flower harvest
the flower shape of MAGNETISM (called geomancy), and puts
that into blossom. If the magnetic long lines of the bioregion, look
like a flower, then you get flowers. If the local geomagnetic lines
look like a tangled mess, then you get desert, no flower, no nectar,
no honey, no memory.
Therefore nectar is literally the best of the FOLDED SURFACE OF THE
LAND. (EL-LAND-GUAGE: the language of the land). Sweetness is always
only a measure of how efficient/extensive is the BRAIDING. Braid the
magnetism of the land well, you get sweetness.
Then you (the honey bee) arrive back at the hive with your harvest
of sweetness.. You say to the rest of the hive with the SHAPE of
your elegant little dance, turn at the ley line: align with
the sun, then there you find nectar.
If tribal memory lines hold up, the shape of the magnetic lines of
the land, become the genepool of the queen. The queens DNA,
becomes a folded record of how the land lies. Immune system becomes
el-land-guage. It wasn’t only Arthur who was one with the land. The
grail serves the principle of embeddedness itself: a honeycombed
with memory data, stored in a fractal for best
Interrupting the continuity of the genetic memory line of the
queens DNA, constantly with the practice of replacing queens,
ULTIMATELY HAS TO COMPLETELY INTERRUPT THE HIVE MEMORY OF THE SHAPE
OF THE LAND. This coded memory of the shape of magnetism, in the
long wave is the lands magnetic braid concrescing/converging into
nectar.. Immune identity (eye-dent-I-tie), is a her-story of how
fold can be coded in a braid on one folded surface. The most fractal
recursive folded surface of the hive, after the honey comb itself is
the DNA of the queen. It is the ultimate repository for
tribal collective memory. The blood line strength of the hive, has
to be the queen. So why do we consider the death of hive immune
strength after killing the queen, a mystery. We say there is no
mystery here, if the queens continue to be sacrificed with no
continuity path for their memories, we will have no bees, no honey,
no nectar, no plant pollination, no civilization.
of the Birth of the Hero", Otto Rank, in the style of
Jung, urges us to know why every mythic hero is born without a
father, virgin birth. What was the purpose of "concealment of
patriarchy"? Was it the source of the seed or the egg that must be
hidden? We later learned that most of the virgin birth hero’s,
Christ, Moses, etc... were the result of tantric bloodline
crosses with extra terrestrials. Kundalini causes virgin
births. Mary dreamed of an Angel. Sarah mated with an ET, and gave
birth to Joseph (Technicolored Genetic Coat) and Benjamin (Gold).
The key principle that we were missing, was to know that it is
simply the charge of lightning spin itself which teases the egg to
split. Specifically, in the "Flower of Life" sense, the egg’s
membrane, receives spin, decides this spin can fit/phase lock on the
flooded surface, so decides to dimple. The geometry of the dimple in
the egg, precipitated by seed, is the exquisite path to turning
inside out. Ectoderm and Endoderm switch places. The inside becomes
the outside, and the outside becomes the inside. This is exactly the
electrical geometry of the onset of compassion in the electricity of
the heart beat.
We call this onset recursion: birth. The geometry of turning
inside out, is a sequence of symmetry operations. Inside out, is
pent/hept. Implosion is 5/7 dodec/icos centripedal. Stasis is Hex.
Explosion is 7/5 centrifugal.
When Jesus in the Joseph line, seeded Magda of the
Benjamin line, the Orion queen blood line survived into
Prior de Sion, Baphomet... The
queen’s blood continued. The egg’s of the females of the line
contained the whole. The seeds, the males contained the part.
Fractionation existed in the males, not the females. This was
because the egg born in a woman is born with her mother, with her
mother.... (The first cellular woman "Lucy" was tracked by the
fractality of the mitochondrial foldedness to Africa, not possible
with a male..)
So a memory of foldedness survived in
the perfect contained, embedded, fractality of the geometry of
perfect egg. If you could visualize the spin path into the egg of
your mother, inside her mother, inside her mother.... Then you could
remember like a wormhole into a fractal, your reason for being and
imagining yourself separate in the first place. This was the key
visualization necessary to group/hive memory together in the
advanced Merkabbah/ fire breath mediation. Only the pine cone spin
path to the zero point, back into the memory fractal could keep your
collective dream whole, instead of fractionating into separateness.
So why did
the Orion queens in the personage
of their assigned priests, work so hard to kill the blood line of
the queens, slaughtering the brightest women in Europe during the
inquisition? It became apparent that the very magnetic body of star
systems, with all the attendant psychokinesis (magic/wicca),
was being born in the blood line of the descendant queens. The
bird tribe Ophanim were about to give birth. The Orion queens,
had authorized only gold mining droids here (Sitchin).
A self-replicating Isis/Eve was not authorized. The Orion Queens
had ruled the galaxy for millennia with male sex-slaves. Freedom to
reproduce here on Earth, could upstage their own power. If the DNA
brooding here, got free, their harvest of sweetness here might end.
The priests feared the women here on Earth, for the same reason they
feared them on Orion.
Magdalen/Orion Queen/Draco blood
was exoskeletal. The Draku meant using magnetism from without
to create: technology. The Sirian prince, Ea, Ea-Su, Iesu,
Jesus, Aku blood was endoskeletal, using magnetism bent from
within to create: emotion.
The blood line cross between them (Holy Blood, Holy Grail),
was the outside inside, turning inside out, of those blood lines,
into a new container for the incarnation of Ophanic, Time
Lord, Angelic Logoi family which conceived the plot in the first
place. On the practical side, it meant emotions powerful enough
to bend galaxies, would be born, here at the nexus.
Priests who killed queens destroyed a memory path backward,
preventing leverage forward in time.
What we do to our bees memory, is such a fractal of what has been
done to us.
The arrival of the Draco, is like a Dragon knocking at the
base of the spine with Kundalini, for our culture. Will the
reptilian brain pour sweetness into the high fractal cortex, feeding
the eagle with the wings of vision that soars?
the reptilian in us learn to turn
inside out, passion into compassion, carving the wormhole soul into
the hoary braid of DNA? Or will the sweet memory of the Queens die
as uncelebrated as the witches? Leaving the priests to fornicate
with children. The flowers with only sting to pollinate them.