Steve explained to me that during aboriginal ritual, a massive
collective thrust of emotional momentum, is sent consciously into
the Earth. The gathered collective almost glandular electricity of
tribal ceremony is consciously aimed and focused on an Earth song
line as a kind of conference phone call to record the tribal moment
into the Earth grid.
The way a song line works at one level has been described as a
mnemonic device for recalling how to live and eat and move at the
various sites along the Earth walk. At another level however we
recall how the sounds of the song literally changed the germination
time of the old blue corn seed. Piezoelectrically the Earth rock,
like seed DNA, appears to be able to better phase lock or record
human emotion, in the presence of the conscious phonon braiding we
This is because the sonic pressure envelopes phonon
hologram at one level, vibrates the DNA's microwave to symbiosis with
the Earth grid's same microwave affinities (cf Bob Dratch, Microwave
Scanning). At another level the rocks themselves are piezoelectric
and thus phonon sensitive not just to feet dancing and drums
beating, but also to long wave coherent sound in general. The
geometry of pressure of human feeling walks in pilgrimage into
Earth's magnetic lines like a giant library whose storage
algorhythmn is symmetry among magnetic circles.
So the old ones go
to old rocks to collect the feeling magnetics of old memories
similar to the way westerners use library cards with magnetic
Arrangements for tribal ceremony are similar to druids arranging the
geometry of position of relevant pendragon players like they were
each a different lens for magnetism. Since each gland and each
person bends the magnetism according to the perspective of their
position, a snapshot of ritual places people like grains of sand on
a musically vibrating plate. In the end the creation of a collective
magnetic body with a life or 'recursion' of its own, depends on the
geometry of those whose glands are most magnetic, being in place to
catch the magnetic wind of space on which love travels.
successful this magnetic inversion envelope like a new cloud with a
life of its own floats out on the land to columnate rain, fertilize
field magnetics, or be aimed directly into the song line grid for
storage or transfer to other bioregions.
The key principle by which these collective ritual magnetic
'egregors' of emotion are born and transferred through the grid, has
to do with understanding the physics of recursion / self-embeddedness
/ fractality / self-reference. Let's use some conceptual visual
tools to 'grow' this principle. Think of a wave moving out across
the waters as it were. If the wave were to discover itself alone,
there would be no way it could phase lock with with another wave and
thus create a standing wave. Standing waves are called mass or
matter, and are the only way memory or pattern is stored or becomes
eternal among waves. So if you are a wave, if you cannot phase lock
and create a standing wave, you are a dead wave. This is similar to
looking for a lover if you want your genepool to survive.
So the only solution for a lonely wave to live forever is to find a
way for the wave to reenter its own self. This allows it to
reinforce it's own spin or inertia so as to not spin out in
THERE IS ONLY ONE IDEAL PERMISSIVE SPIN GEOMETRY WHICH
ALLOWS A WAVES SPIN TO REENTER NON-DESTRUCTIVELY INTO ITSELF. THIS
GEOMETRY OF SPIN SELF-REFERENCE PERFECTED, IS THE GOLDEN MEAN OR
The Golden Mean or 'Phi' optimizes recursion and
self embeddedness. It is the only wave function whose interference
adds and multiplies with infinite constructive result. We believe
the love touch expresses the lo-îphiî ratio (Sentics), and the
heart's sonics express 'phi' harmonics at the moment of love. This
creates permission to touch or embed, and recur or re-enter self.
The picture of a heart learning this skill of compassion to embed is
literally a heart shaped wave.
So wormhole creation and maintenance is literally, recursion
creation and maintenance. Recursion is the skill to thread one
magnetic domain back down into the center of itself to spin lock in
a bigger magnetic donut around the original. In the end this
produces the glue of one wormhole or song-line inside the next bigger
one until continents are glued together better because of the
magnetism which emotion has woven in there. It is important to
realize that mind or awareness inhabits the flame or standing wave
which magnetism can create potentially when its geometry becomes
self-embedded or fractally attractive.
This is the sense in which
pressures nesting create a space for the breath or magnetism of
spirit to be embodied as a standing wave. In the west this is called
the principle of adam kadmon, or a wave form of symmetry which as
archetype becomes self-organizing and therefore alive. Symmetry
operations which create self awareness are recursive. Visualizing
this becoming enveloped within process, is easiest if you have
experienced the palpable magnetics of being enveloped by compassion.
An important insight here is that the actual moment of the
perception of compassion in the heart's magnetism is that moment
when recursion inversion happens. So the production of the wormhole
song-line glue to nest our Earth into bigger magnetics begins
directly with the skill to feel compassion and create recursive
magnetic braiding beginning directly with the heart.
The aboriginals have a word for places on the land whose large land
formation magnetic shapes have living quality. 'Injalak', is the
"Place of Fish Dreaming". There is another "Place of Bird Dreaming"
where the vortex consciousness of bird is embraced through ritual to
create identification with the awareness or expression of bird (in
a sense as a wave form). In the "Place of Goose Egg Dreaming" the
egg shape of the dream work hatches and the memory flies off over
The fractal like possibilities of "morphic resonance" allow the
magnetism of big shapes, from land to dream to man, to cascade
constructively into little shapes, where the same ratios recur.
Holy Blood Holy Grail, was the story of ET lightening in the blood
of Magda. The Migdala was a tower which braided up, even after the
Templars died. We are writing here in "Maggie's Valley", where the
fractal squeezed nut dripping sweet braid Amygdala is the name of
the journal on fractality, and where the Indian's go to die. Their
memories here permissively enfold into the grid. The Templar Atbash
Baphomet was Sophia the Muse of Christ. And ...So Phi.. is the muse
of the principle Christos.. Christ-all eyes. The Magda fractal
attractor of all crystalization. Making gravity, G Ray of Vita.
The spin touch permissive landscape which fractality creates does
seem antithetical or opposite to ancient tribal taboos requiring
secrets and forbidding sharing. At first it seems ironic that the
landscapes fold enacts the symmetry laws which test for shareability,
while the ceremony which sends human emotion into that land is
forbidden to be shared. We might ask ourselves, in principle as it
were, whether ecstatic ritual which allows the charge of 'eck' to
enter the 'stasis' of the still or zero point of infinite
connection, inherently breaks down secrecy and the personality
barriers of separateness.
Is it the function of ceremony or ritual
to make magnetic memory more or less shareable? When does pure
intent become shareable? Does pure intent have no secrets?
We need to ask ourselves about the history of ecstatic ritual to see
why they were secret. At first it seems as simple as seeing that the
men's ritual was secret to women because their ecstasy was their
power, and they were fearful or jealous of women's emotive power.
The male alcoholic substitute for ecstasy announced their fall. The
fires of the women's camp have been burning for eternity. In the
fractality of the female egg born inside the women with the first
women, is a flame that doesn't go out.
In the germ in the egg is a
Gordian knot with enough spin to last forever. To ask permission to
drink from that silver grail cup, go to the place between breaths
down the wormhole.. in the ocean.. surrender.. to a wormhole right
there. His angle to the curvaceous woman there tempting.. to slip
straight in.. within her or upon her.. no matter what happens.. into
the recharge cave enkiel.. en key el... En ki.. En lil..
But even in a large scope, access to ecstasy was access to
political power. A true geomantic king realized that emotion
projected into song line ruled the grid. Regulating the plumbing
geometry of gathered collective ecstatic emotion regulates the
weather, germination, viruses and disease, and growth in general. As
in Camelot where there was a legal limit to the weather: growth and
precipitation ALWAYS follow the lines of magnetism in the land. They
are fed by infolding emotion, they steer the microwave, and by
collective focus they create collective perception. Tut wore jewels
to focus his genetic microwave emissions to regulate climate.
In the past, if you weren't propagating the politically correct
ecstasy, you were a threat to the priests and the king. After the
priests killed Tut, and the Templars, and the Druids, and the
Cathars, and then almost one half the women in Europe, they did not
appear to apologize. Misunderstanding tantra and the function of
sperm, today their news reach the media mostly for pedophilia.
So today in the west, that role of secret priest is better played by
the CIA and NSA whose microwave towers at Native American sacred
sites play havoc with the weather and the birds song lines, and
regulate viruses to control whole populations. ("Angels Don't Play
this HAARP".) Long wave emotive grid magnetics wave guide the
microwave CIA communications bloodlines, while major fractions of
our Gross National Product are spent by the NSA specifically to
the presence of ETs from us.
The rate at which grid communications
eliminate secrets is the rate at which people give permission to
touch. People will be drawn in with new purpose, realizing the
function of ceremony. A ritual aligns magnetics with a longer wave,
consuming perspective. Eventually in a grid which is information rich
enough and fractally spin dense, symmetry means no secrets. 'It is
simply a question of time', which only names relative spin, also now
In the Mayan Solar spiral of time, the self awareness
when the recurrence goes infinite at center, is the only fractal
path out of chaos whose widening gyre cannot hold center.
Grids don't become fractal or self aware unless someone ends the
vicious asymmetry of secrets. Initiate some process of empowerment,
so that the people gain their power back (see "HeartBeat Earth"
project). The Nexus sucks us in like a tornado. The earth will be
blown away in the magnetic wind of the sun with approaching age
ending concrescence, unless the dreams and dream spells of the old
ones indigenous peoples are alive and awake and conscious in
symmetry space, to be the dream catcher for the ecstatic communion
which the sun must experience in her approaching eros with galactic
alignment. Aboriginal and Indigenous grid emotion ties are the
oldest cultures on earth, and greatest leverage into the grid.
Does the end of secrets equal death? Or are both merely the illusion
of an approaching still point sorting memory patterns, testing for
shareability? The Laze Are Us effect sees through the other side of
the wormhole, by gathering enough focused magnetic emotion, to
create a collective organ of perception. Genepools are harvested as
this Eye of the Phoenix arises from the vile of our Ashes.
The core mechanic of ritual and ceremony is the skill to toss
emotion into the grid.. for the survival of the genepool. If that
survival is the key, then what part of the skill of ceremony must no
longer be secret? The symbiosis of planets to genepools, is root
races which make magnetic grid emotion dream-spells to contain the
wind of their Suns.
So that like lightening in primal proteins, only
symmetry survives, at the solar system's moment of testing we
discover what is shareable in our dream-spell.
"Jaguar priests and blood sacrifice.. medicine card of great smoking
mirror.. feel lightening remembered always return to heart, that
they are one of us as consumed perspective... she who sees looked
deeply into the medicine bowl, and as a tear from her ancient eyes
hit the water, shimmering circles of light opened one upon another.
Inside the concentric circles appeared the face of sky god, the
teacher from the stars, who said, be at peace many children, know
that the crooked trail of these Jaguar priests will end in folly.
taught the Mayan that the healing of the people would come through
the heart, and seeing all things as another one of themselves. I
taught them that the remembering would come through the blood and
their personal genetic memory"..
The heart has the most vortex symmetry gravity, and the blood sings piezoelectrically with the magnetism of the land, when the
braided by love from the heartbeat. As a geometric extension of
consciousness, the fields rung into DNA extend by recursion braiding
into waves the lengths of galaxies, whose bend responds then
directly to human love, which only bends the light.
Thanks to Sue Hirschberger.