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Project X Newsletter Expanded, issue #13

April 25, 1999

1. Opening words - Rinor Zidran
2. Aldarow retires - Alexander Aldarow
3. Experiences - Roger Hall Jr.
4. Ancient Creatures, forwarded by Angel - Buck Young
5. Dreams, 1999 - Lady Tia
6. Stone Divination - anonymous / author unknown
7. New Energies - anonymous / author unknown
8. Paranormal on the Web: Additional Experiences - Alexander Aldarow
9. Quote of the day

Opening words    (view on a separate page)
Author: Rinor Zidran    (all articles by this author)

Dear Friends.
I would like to open this week's newsletter by telling you all to be strong and hold together. We are all sorry of what had happened at Denver this week, we all feel the pain, it was truly a shocker, something not of this time, something that belongs to fifty or sixty years back. As I opened the morning paper that day, that was on the front page even here, in Israel, and said loud and clear, "13 killed in Denver". I read the story, felt the tears in my eyes, and from that moment nothing was important anymore. Not the money, not the grades, we should be grateful for living, and we also should ask ourselves some questions. Where do we stand? One year before the 2000 and the signs from fifty and sixty years back still exist. We should be strong and powerful, hold on as the chosen ones, and let nothing get in our way, not even this.
I would like to thank all the people contacting us all along, sending their experiences to us, you are all welcomed to the circle of life, any advice, suggestion, experiences you have are welcomed and will be published.
I would like to thank Alexander Aldarow for helping me along, as well as you all, and I wish you all only the best in life. To Aldarow: I wish you finding your true path, we will all support you.
On behalf of Project X... Stay aware, be strong, complete the circle we've created, I would like to dedicate this first newsletter I edit to all the people in Denver and the world who still believe in the universe, and... didn't lose their faith.

Rinor Zidran.

Aldarow retires    (view on a separate page)
Author: Alexander Aldarow    (all articles by this author)

Farewell, dear friends!
This is Alexander V. Aldarow of Project X, announcing my temporary retirement. I am going to what is called a 'spiritual hibernation'. The idea is not originally mine, but I feel that it suits me at the moment. It seems more and more lately, that as we are entering the final stage of the Great Scheme, I am losing myself and desperately need a time off. Until now I was constantly helping most of you, endeavoring to answer every e-mail and request, and, of course, learning a lot, too. But I have to step aside now, to think things over, to take care of unanswered personal issues, to close a few circles of the past and make decisions when my mind is clearer and free from the overloading information nested on the Net, before 'all the Hell breaks loose'.
Therefore, I am withdrawing from the on-line activity. From now until the next notice all the correspondence, all the e-mails and ICQ messages will be forwarded to Rinor. Rinor Zidran is the current full time organizer of Project X. All the articles for Project X Newsletter, responses and additions to Project Y should be directed to Rinor. I am not intending to write to anybody, with few exceptions.
But I'll be back, my friends, not to worry. I will return 'when the stars are right'. Oh, one last thing, to James the Unknown and the Logical - you're wrong, you've completely misunderstood our intentions and messages.
Blessed Be, God Speed and may the Light embrace you all. I hope you can understand and forgive me...

Experiences    (view on a separate page) (more articles about else)
Author: Roger Hall Jr.    (all articles by this author)

My aunt kind of knew that I was a chosen one since my birth, but she was not sure until I turned 5 years old. When we were going out to breakfast one morning, when I was five, I looked over at my aunt and began to tell of Atlantis. She knew right then and there that I was a chosen one, because I was five and knew about Atlantis. I had told her of the Heart Stone, which is the main stone of Atlantis. I told her of the two peoples that lived on Atlantis. She looked at me and said, where did you hear about Atlantis. I told her I had dreamed of it. She told me then and there that I was something special. She had mentioned something about a Chosen One and did not say who. When I was 16 she finally told me that I was a chosen one, which I had already figured out. I knew from my dreams and from things that I had seen and heard I was one of the chosen. From that point on I knew my life would be different. I also have realized that now, that I am 18, my powers, or gifts, whatever you choose to call them, have gotten more powerful. So this will conclude this e-mail.

Roger L. Hall Jr.

Ancient Creatures, forwarded by Angel    (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Author: Buck Young    (all articles by this author)

An Historical Overview of the Whereabouts of Gnomes and Elves, Fauns and Fairies, Goblins, Ogres, Trolls and Bogies, Nymphs, Sprites, and Dryads, Past and Present.

by Buck Young

A long, long time ago, the Earth belonged to the creatures of the wood.
By creatures of the wood I mean gnomes and elves, fauns and faeries, goblins, ogres, trolls and bogies, nymphs, sprites, and dryads. They tended it and took care of it, played in it, danced and sang in it, cared for wounded animals, worked out disputes between species, sat on mushrooms discussing matters of import and drinking Labrador tea, rode down streams on leaves and bark, and parachuted from trees with dandelion seeds. This was the world into which mankind was born. These early days, when man was but a newly arrived dinner guest who hadn't yet taken over the entire house, are fairly well documented in the literature and folklore of the world, so there's no need to go into it here. What I am interested in, and what I am asking you to be interested in, is the question, "Where did all the gnomes and elves, fauns and fairies, goblins, ogres, trolls and bogies, nymphs, sprites and dryads go?" The friction between man and the wood creatures began with the discovery of agriculture. With the discovery of? agriculture, civilization arose and spread. The forests were cleared to provide wood for shelter and fields for pasture and crops. Mankind had set up camp. No longer just a visitor in someone else's world, he pushed the wild back from his newly built doorstep. At first this wasn't a problem. There weren't many people and everyone else felt that it was only fair to allot them their own little half acre to do with as they wished. Some of them even decided to help out. Gnomes moved into the barnhouses and helped out with the gardening chores. The devic spirits of the vegetables helped the humans better organize their crops and plan rotation, and taught them the correlation between planetary and lunar cycles and the agricultural year, plant radishes when the moon is in Cancer, harvest when the moon is in Taurus. Many trolls felt that the heaping piles of manure were a change for the better, and decided to stick around too. The rest of the wood creatures just backed off; into the wood, occasionally playing mischievous tricks on the new settlers, like turning the milk sour, rearranging furniture tipping the cows, tickling people's faces in their sleep, and occasionally stealing babies and leaving bundles of wood in their place. But man's dominion spread (and spread and spread and spread), and the forests got smaller and smaller and smaller. Things got real crowded in the woods, and things were getting worse in civilization. Most farmers weren't listening to the devic spirits anymore. People found that they could increase their output by disregarding the needs of the Earth. They were raising productivity and killing the soil. Petrochemicals were just a step away. Most of the devic spirits and the gnomes fled. The trolls stayed. Today they live mostly under bridges and in the shallow, mucky ditches beneath the metal grating on farm roads that cows are afraid to cross. Be sure to honk your horn before driving over one of these. A troll may be hanging from the grate, swinging over its living room, as they are apt to do after rolling in muck and manure, If you don't give a warning honk, you may run over its fingers, and it's not a great idea to get either your name or your license plate number on a troll's shit list. Now there is little wild land left at all, and even that is shrinking at an unprecedented rate. There is simply not enough space for all the gnomes and elves, fauns and fairies, goblins, ogres, trolls and bogies, nymphs, sprites, and dryads.
So where are they? Are they dead? No.
So where did they go? The answer is a bit surprising. They didn't go anywhere. We did.
Early humans had an intuitive knowledge of their role in nature, just as bears and raccoons and mice and every other critter does. They understood, from the ways of the wild around
them, that nothing ever comes from nowhere and nothing ever just disappears. Things change form. Death is necessary for life to continue. They offered up their kills as sacrifices to the gods of nature. They offered praise, prayer, sacrifice, and song to the spirits of the wild, to brother buffalo, brother deer, brother fish, and brother tree.
Now we know that everything that has ever existed continues to exist, in one form of another, and as for as we can tell, they were more aware of that back then than we are now. So the sacrifice, song, praise and prayer did not ensure the immortality of the slaughtered, either in body or in spirit. That was already taken care of. What it did ensure was the continuance of the connection between the spirit of the slaughterer and the spirit of the slaughtered. Killing is risky business. The membrane separating the internal from the external is not necessarily as thick or as dearly defined as we have come to believe. Every time we kill, we risk killing the reality of that thing inside ourselves as well as outside. We risk breaking the connections that lead in and out of the membrane. Taking life to feed life requires a keen understanding of the natural law of give and take. When we lost that understanding, gave up the songs, the sacrifice, the prayers, the praise, we lost the connection. Saying grace is not enough. When we lose those connections, everything becomes dead - fish, rivers, frogs, mice, even each other. There is no way they can reach inside us any more. The five senses we are left with are not enough. We have given up those connections in exchange for the freedom to clear-cut forests with skidders, turn cows into milk machines and chickens into egg factories. We can experiment on animals, club seals, wear mink coats, exterminate passenger pigeons, dodo birds, whales, bear, dolphin and condor. Not a twinge of guilt. The lines have been severed. And we are all under the impression that it is the forests, the creatures, the spirits, and the wildlands that are disappearing from the universe and not us. Not so. Thinking that is like thinking that if you stand on the end of a limb and saw that limb from the tree, the tree will fall and you will remain standing. Bugs Bunny might be able to get away with that, but we can't. When a marionette cuts its strings, the puppeteer doesn't collapse to the ground. When a spider severs the lines that connect its web to the trees, the forest doesn't fall away.
It is we who have fallen away from the real world into a world where we may carry out our twisted sterile dreams without threatening the Earth and its inhabitants. Ever wonder why the trees and stones and rivers and streams, the birds, the snakes, the bears and the frogs no longer talk to us as they did in the early tales of the Native Americans, the Hindus, the Africans, the Bible? It's because we're not around to talk to any more Every clearcut, every vivisection, every mechanized slaughter of cow, pig, or chicken moves our dreamworld farther and farther from the tree, making a reunification, which is still possible, more and more difficult. Somewhere not so far from here, in the real world, the ancient forests are still standing, the buffalo roam the prairies, the sky is full of condors, the deer and the antelope play, and dodo birds wander the sandy beaches, bumping into things. Where there are still wildlands in our dreamworld, strong connections still exist. Bridges, tunnels, and portals. Occasionally a traveler will get lost in the wilderness and find himself in the real world, returning the next day to find that a hundred years have passed, or never returning at all, There are more ephemeral connections as well - brooks and waterfalls where you can still hear voices from the other side, if you listen carefully enough. When they sit by these waters they hear loud clanking and screams. When they eat psilocybin, everything stops glowing, and condos rise where forests stand. Our children can see their world in their dreams. Their children see ours in their nightmares. And there is another connection. Sometimes agents from the other side infiltrate our world in an attempt to expedite the reunification. Believe it or not, they miss us over there. Sometimes - more often than you might think - they send souls over to our world to be born as human babies. Sort of like a socialist, communist, or anarchist entering the American political arena and running for office in an attempt to effect change from the inside. There are quite a lot of them actually - gnomes and elves, fauns and fairies, goblins, ogres, trolls and bogies, nymphs, sprites, and dryads - running around in human bodies, doing crazy things like writing on walls, working in co-ops, running inns in the mountains, talking to themselves in the streets, making pottery, illustrating children's books, spiking trees and blowing up tractors. They are planting bio-dynamic gardens, sitting in the back yard naked, arguing with Satan. They are in asylums pumped full of? thorazine, in the classroom on Ritalin and lithium. They live with Indians. They run recycling centers. They are starting revolutions, corrupting the young, inventing paranoid conspiracy theories, making up religions. They're directing movies, gobbling acid, drinking heavily and writing poetry. The transition from their world to ours is not an? easy one. Intricate rituals and incantations are involved. The transition is not easy on the soul. A great deal is lost. They may have no idea who or what they are at first. They may or may not find out. They will know that they are not like everyone else. They will know that this world is not theirs. They will faintly remember something better, where things made sense and worked like they ought to, where love and magic had the power to heal. They will know that what makes other people happy does not make them happy, and that what makes them happy makes them happier than anyone else alive. They will see things others cannot see, hear things others cannot hear, feel things others cannot feel, and know things others do not know.
They will laugh a great deal or cry a great deal or both. They will love humans individually, but have a hard time with humanity as a whole that may occasionally approach loathing. They will have a handful of very close friends, and often be very lonely. They will be unhappiest when forced to act like a human and do the things that humans do, want the things that humans want, or when they are convinced that they actually are one. Things will not be easy for them. Because of their memories of the other side, the world will seem to them to be a wondrous calliope with just a few teeth missing on one of the cogs, and because of this tiny deficiency, the music is all off key, the horses are crashing into each other, and the children are frightened, bruised and crying.
The solutions will seem obvious and no one else will listen. They will be repeatedly punished for shouting FIRE! in a crowded theater when the buildings are in flames no one else can see. They will get slapped on the wrist for pointing to the EXIT signs when everyone else is running around screaming and trampling each other. They will be zealous, fanatical, and didactic about their beliefs. They will feel utterly confused. They will have ecstatic visions and babble incoherently. They will be extremely articulate. They are prone to long periods of silence. They have no idea how to say what they really mean. They will spend a lot of time with children and animals. They will become drunkards and dope fiends, organic gardeners, Essene soapmakers, carpenters, madmen, magicians, jugglers and clowns, lunatic physicists, painters and scribblers, travelers and wanderers. They will dress in bright colors, frumpy sweaters, or all black. They will smoke too much and drink too much. They will eat only macrobiotic foods. They will develop addictions to Mountain Dew. They will often be accused of living in their own fantasy world. They will make great lovers. Yeah, even the trolls. They will spend too much time either making love or thinking about it. They will speak to inanimate objects. They will have much brighter eyes than everyone else. They will expect their magic to work in this world and their love to heal, and they will be crushed by this world, and often they won't expect it. It will come close to killing them. They will visit the places where the connections still exist: the waterfalls, the mountains, the ocean, the forests. They will draw on all the power they have, and sometimes, sometimes, the magic will work. And everything will be wondrously easy. The teeth will grow back on the calliope's cog, the tune will right itself, the horses will bob gracefully up and down, around and around, and the children will giggle and sing with cotton candy stuck to their cheeks and noses. They will spend their days trying to reconnect a branch that millions are still busy sawing away at. Often it will be more than they can bear. While the rest of humanity is busy working on new and more efficient ways to lay waste to the Earth with the push of a button, they are saving it, a handful at a time. They will share a common conviction that they are the only sane individuals in a world gone mad.
They're right.

Dreams, 1999    (view on a separate page) (more articles about dreams)
Author: Lady Tia    (all articles by this author)

I have been having some odd dreams lately... and cannot define them... so I may need a lil help here... anything you have to offer would be appreciative. So here goes nothing...

Dreamt of strange things... In average clothes, I seem to be the medium between someone I deeply love or care for and someone I hate or loathe. Talking with someone I care for in one room... next thing I know I exit the room closing the door behind me very quickly, wearing a wedding dress, right as I look out down the hallway, there is the other person... staring right at me... maybe two feet away from me. Felt a sense of protection for the person in the room (as if I was trying to shelter and hide the person from some terrible fate)... and the other person... the one who gave me odd looks in the hallway... from him is a sense of pursuance... and heavy negativity... perhaps a lil evil... since I do recall feeling great terror from that person... don't remember any faces though. Felt as though I was there as if to give myself for the protection of the person in the other room. Conveyance of this dream went two ways: 1st person p.o.v. and omniscient (as if I were watching it from a higher perspective.)

I was at a formal party with all of my friends, which is odd because very rarely do any of us dress up. Part of it looked like a friend's house. Talking to a friend and the person says to me, "Don't look now, but Mitchell's here". (He's the warlock ex-boyfriend, in case it has slipped your mind). Of course I look (what everyone does) and I see him at a distance... then quickly turn around (with negative feelings towards him... more dislike than hate though). Next I feel someone behind me... it's him... he's got his hands on my shoulders and he whispers in one of my ears "I'm sorry". Then I run down a corridor in this building and end up outside... I look at the back of the building and its all a speckled white. I turn around and notice I'm standing in a small empty parking lot. Then I notice what lies beyond the parking lot. It's a desert. A desert on the horizon past the parking lot, as far as the eye can see... and another thing... I felt no fear... no happiness... just confusion and bewilderment... looking out at the desert... and I just stood there.

I walk into what looks like a theatre... the seating is arranged in a circular pattern... high circular pattern. To gaze across the room... I see friends who look at me with dissension... not sure why though. By the entrance... I see even closer friends who signal for me to join them. Behind them... I see my ex-boyfriend, Mike... (the most recent one, who I still love very much)... and there is no dissension between the two of us... oddly enough... still... I sit with the friends that are in front of him. Another more serious aspect of the dream is that there is an intensity about my placement in the dream and the dream itself. A severe feeling of misplacement on my part... so severe I cannot define it... so that when I wake up it leaves me feeling extremely disoriented.
Now I notice here a pattern... this seems to occur every four days... dreaming of things I do not think of for quite a while... or at all... incorporated with scenes that don't make a whole lot of sense to me. Well... since the last dream I actually remember... the 04/16/99... I had a wave of bad vibes coming in towards me... so bad that Saturday evening... I almost collapsed. Have been having a few problems lately like difficulty breathing... but I suspect that I know why. On top of that... I have started to hear voices again... which I am still trying to figure out... such as... who. If you can help with the dreams... kewl... if ya wanna use them for anything... just ask me... this email at the moment is merely for personal inquiry.
Be well
MP and BB...

Stone Divination    (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Author: anonymous / author unknown    (all articles by this author)

Stone Scrying:
Scrying - definition: gazing into or contemplating a shiny, luminous, or reflective surface with the intent of seeing visions or representations of distant places, things, or times.
Reflective, highly polished stones have been used for scrying for thousands of years. Obsidian is the most popular stone used for this purpose, though onyx would be a very close contender. For now we will deal with quartz crystal spheres. This is a guide only! Do first and foremost what your intuition tells you to do!
After obtaining your sphere wash it in water, dry it, then wrap in black, white, or yellow cloth. Traditionally, these spheres are kept from catching direct sunlight as this is thought to impede the stones ability to contact your subconscious mind. Well, if YOU thought it would, then it probably will. If not, pfh, don't worry about it.
Moonlight is used to purify the sphere. The Full Moon is most likely the best time to attempt this as it is a symbol of fulfillment or attainment of one's goals. Venture outside, maybe to a field somewhere, and unwrap your sphere, holding it up to the moon. Feel its soft silver white light shining down on you. See it flowing into the crystal and attuning it with your energies. Then visualize yourself successfully scrying with the sphere.
After a few moments of this, wrap the sphere again. You are done.
Find a quiet spot, sit comfortably, and hold the crystal in your hands or place it on its stand on a table. Candlelight is said to be conducive to scrying for some, obstructive for others. Experiment with it and find what is most comfortable to you. Place the candles behind you, or maybe to the side. Or you can ring them around the crystal if that seems to help. You be the judge.
When you, the crystal, and the candles are in your places, relax. Breathe deeply with your eyes closed and clear your thoughts from the worries and turmoils of the day. Relax both body and mind. Feel your muscles untightening, your thoughts become clear.
Open your eyes and hold he crystal in your hands until it is warm. As you hold the stone you are releasing personal power into it. Visualize your question while you do this.
Now either replace the stone on its stand or continue to hold it, whichever you feel most comfortable with.
Continue to relax; gaze - don't stare unblinkingly -into the stone. Blink your eyes if you wish. While scrying you must feel completely calm and relaxed.
If the operation is successful, communication between your psychic and conscious mind will open up.
Will you see pictures? Not likely, but not impossible. Most see only wisps of smoke within the sphere. If images appear anywhere it will be within your mind. These are often symbolic in nature, they are not psychic news reels of what is to come. Interpret them as best you can, let your intuition be your guide.
Whatever you see, try to relate it to the question which you asked. How are these images relevant? How do they connect to the question I asked? What are the possible interpretations?
Don't run to the books to find your answer. Symbols are the language of the subconscious mind, and henceforth, they have many different meanings to different people. Relate to them as you would any day, not as a Dreamers Guide or Dictionary would have you do.

Rainbow Stone Divination
Select one stone of each of the seven listed colors and place them in a soft, cloth bag. When you need guidance reach into the bag and pull out a stone. It may answer your question. If not, pull out another and interpret them together.
Below are some suggested meanings, if they don't work for you find ones that do. :)
Red: Anger or other destructive emotions such as jealousy, envy, or hate. Also birth, change, sex, passion, endings, energy, and confrontations.
Pink: Love, friendship, peace, joy, relationships, family, interchange.
Orange: Personal power, illumination, energy, growth.
Yellow: Protection, communication, travel, movement, exchange.
Green: Growth, money, grounding, health, fertility, business.
Blue: Peace, sleep, healing, purification, subconscious, emotions.
Purple: Spirituality, evolution, mysticism, expansion, reincarnation.
Let's say I'm depressed and want to know why. I pull out a blue stone and think of 'sleep'. What on earth does sleep have to do with it, I ask. So I pull out another stone and it's orange. I think of 'energy'. Okay. I'm dense. Sleep and energy, what gives? So I pull out a red stone and think of 'anger'. Ahhh. Now I get it. My anger has been keeping me from sleeping well at night and this has sapped me of most of my energy making me depressed. Now what? Well, I could try wearing a red stone to confront the person with whom I'm angry in order to clear the air. Or I could wear the blue stone to bed at night to help me get to sleep. Or I could wear the orange one to promote my own feelings of personal power in order to simply release myself from any concerns over the one who made me angry. Get it?

New Energies    (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Author: anonymous / author unknown    (all articles by this author)

Stones, especially those which are bought, are subjected to a wide array of energies before they even reach your home. For this reason, many magicians cleanse and purify their stones before using them in magic.
It's a fairly simple process which removes negative or distracting vibrations which the stone may have picked up from past owners and handlers. The only exceptions are those which you have collected, unless they were near a military institution, highway, or polluted ground.
There are several methods of doing this. The simplest is to place them in full sunlight for one, three, or seven days, and let the Sun do the work of releasing any negative vibrations from them. Remove the stones each day at dusk.
The second technique is a little harder, or if not harder then risky at any rate. Put the stones in a net bag or devise another means of securing them, then place the bag in a river or stream, tying one end to something secure enough to keep them from washing away in the current. This method uses the element of water to gently wash away impurities.
A third technique utilizes the element of Earth. Bury the stone or stones in the earth uncovered, and mark the spot where you laid them. Come back in a week and they should be completely purified and ready for use in your spells or meditations. If not, bury them again.
These are all natural methods of cleansing and purifying your stones and should most likely be used before extensive rituals and spell-casting. I prefer sunlight or burial myself.

Paranormal on the Web: Additional Experiences    (view on a separate page)
Author: Alexander Aldarow    (all articles by this author)

Today we present to you another website that besides our Project Y deal with personal paranormal experiences:
1) Paranormal Confessions (
2) Other Plane: Paranormal Encounters, Alternative Healing, Treasure Hunting, Treasure Hunting Myths, Dowsing, Extraterrestrial, Ancient Myths (
3) Mark Beard's The X Files (
4) After-Death Communication (
Also, the paranormal download of the month, as widely discussed on alt.out-of-body, is:
BrainWave Generator (

Quote of the day    (view on a separate page)

" :-X "
?? Bill Clinton on American aggressive attempt at establishing One World Government

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