Project X Newsletter Expanded, issue #26November 19, 1999
1. Opening Words - Alexander Aldarow
Opening Words (view on a separate page)
God, the energies are really flowing freely these days! And that meteor
shower two nights ago has washed (or, rather, burned) away much of the
negativity accumulated in the world's atmosphere.
After five years, This is what you need to know? (view on a separate page) (more articles about else)
I knew I had to go to the dune, I had this feeling a great deal of time inside of me, so we went, me and Alex, we went and after an hour at the dune, and five years as Project X, we found out what we need to know, what you all need to know? so sit back, concentrate, because what I'm about to tell you, may shock some of you, it may be the opposite to the way you live your life, but it's something you all need to know, I know it now, and so shall you...
Now it's time to begin, now it's time to reveal the part of the truth me and Alex have discovered.
During two weeks before that, I felt emotionally down, I felt the lack of new and pure energies, I tried to meditate at home, but the next day I was out of energies once again; I knew the dune is the only solution, but not just to fill my body and soul with new energies, but also because I expected to receive some message, a message that will shock both me and Alex, and later on, maybe all of you, and so, I planned to go to the dune, meditate there, in the nature, on the sand, with the silence, and receive my message, the one I've expected for so long...
A few days had pasted, maybe two or three, but eventually I went to Alex, and from there we continued to the dune. It was 4:40 P.M., the sun was setting down and the sky began to burn with its yellow orange light, the sand was pure as always and we walked to the place I've planned, we talked, we listened, we felt nature and its powers, this time the feeling was different, this time it was more mysterious, it was evening? we felt the wind, and it seemed as if it was whispering to us, trying to tell us something, perhaps it did, or, perhaps, it was all in our minds, what's important is that we kept on walking.
A couple of minutes later we got to where we intended to, a nice big tree in the beginning of the dune, but something there frightened me... the same tree, I planned to sit and meditate under, was all wrong, its fruits were dead, but what frightened me the most was the fact that it was the only tree whose fruits were all rotten, as if someone knew I will come here, knew this will be the exact spot I will stop and meditate, something that was evil.
I told this to Alex, who seemed very calm and relaxed, it didn't bother him at all, he said it means nothing and that he doesn't relate that to evil, to tell you the truth, that frightened me even more, seeing Alex so calm when I was hopeless, not knowing what to think, how did evil know I'll be here now, and especially here? Was there nothing else to do? Are we doomed to lose?
The thoughts never left my mind, but we chose another place, a different one, close to that tree, among other trees, and on the sand, we both sat down and entered meditation, each turned a separate way, Alex in his own Matrix, and me in mine.
I received nothing, I was so frustrated and was about to go mad, I knew I should have received a message, maybe the message of all these years, I've expected it for so long, but nothing came, instead I saw Sarah Michelle Gellar in my mind, and I couldn't enter my own Matrix, my own mind and subconscious, there was no message today, something was wrong, something blocked me, evil?
Finally, my mind turned Sarah Michelle Gellar to my Inspector, I wasn't sure I was in, but I decided to continue, and so I did... I saw many places, images, all of which I knew before, but couldn't concentrate on one, until the woman that showed me the Source came to my sight.
(If you are not familiar with the Source, please read the 20th newsletter with the article on The Source).
She was the one to guide me here, and I remember that after my last hypnosis, the one where she showed and told me all about the Source, she told me to come back, because there is more to know, which I know now.
This woman told me everything I needed to hear and know, it was directed to me, but I now know that it's directed to all who are willing to listen.
She told me to expect nothing, set my mind and soul free, so I could learn from the world, so I could embrace the world inside of me, inside my heart, mind and soul, so I could see more clearly how things around are happening, because when we expect something we are totally focused on that same thing, and therefore close ourselves to the rest, we miss other things that are going on around us because we are too focused in that same thing of ours.
The source, same source I saw in my last hypnosis, turns out to be different
than I thought, because this source was disturbing, this source has existed
in the past in our world, and people trusted the source for all their problems,
they thought the source will give them the new hope, energy, spirit, after
all, it was the source.
We all need to follow the path we have chosen, the same path we have built to ourselves, and what ever happens, we'll deal with it in our own way, because when we are open, we learn more, we discover, we live.
I asked her about evil, and she told me not to think of evil, because it does me no good to think of evil, or think or how to stop evil, because this way I am truly closed to the world around me, that is because evil is on my mind, and thinking how to stop evil won't help me, it will only close me to the environment and slow my development down.
My dear friends, I've expected a message for so long, so very long time, but I never knew how powerful and changing it could be, the bottom line is this: Free your mind, and expect nothing, when something comes, deal with it... in your own way, and never be afraid to walk the path you've built yourself, because this way, we truly learn, develop and live!
A long bottom line, I count on you to figure it all out, after all, we are the chosen ones...
Until next time, be kind, be careful, and stay aware... always!
"In order to know the truth, you ought to spot the lies."
Brain Wave Diary (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Reference: "Brain Wave Diary" (30 October 1999)
DUCK! Here they come again. Everything you need to know about reincarnation.
This piece is inspired by Christine's probing questions to the ~(Wave)~ who is tasked with shedding light upon the subject of reincarnation. The channeled answers surprised me, and I am the telephone pole. I would like to thank Christine once again for allowing us to share the answers received on her behalf. This dialogue is part of a series called "Thinking outside of the box".
Good day Christine :-)
Christine: Help - I'm confused - you said in paragraph 1 that
...We will reincarnate uncountable times as part of uncountable physical existences.
A) In section one I was dealing with our physical immortality, i.e., our atoms are destined to stay in circulation forever, being begged, borrowed or stolen by everything under the sun that needs them when we are done with them. I have described this as our physical reincarnation.
Put another way, no new atom has been created since the moment of original creation of physical matter. I call this my Lego set theory, whereby each atom represents a Lego piece. The pieces are used to build things, rocks, trees, cows, you, etc. When the object/animal/insect/person expires - the atoms are recycled back into the general population. So, you and I have existed physically since the moment of creation in uncountable different forms. We are destined to reincarnate physically - endlessly. As well, I expect we have been a part of many different people along the way.
The Flatworm Phenomena?
A scientist documents an experiment performed using the lowly aquatic flatworm. The flatworms were subjected to brilliant flashes of light followed by a mild electric shock. After a while the flatworm developed a reflex "cringe" whenever a light was flashed on them. The cringe was in anticipation of the electric shock. The flatworm, through learning, associated a bright flash of light with the pending pain of electric shock.
Later the light and electric shock educated flatworms were processed into the food for another batch of uneducated flatworms. Much to the scientists amazement these new flatworms inherently reflexed (cringed) when subjected to a bright flashing light, (no electric shock). Other batches of "normal" control flatworms did not respond to flashes of light. Hmmmm! What does this strongly suggest? Is it possible that memory can transfer from one individual to another through sharing atoms?
That is why I found the flatworm experiment interesting. Is it possible memory transfers can take place though sharing atoms? This would neatly explain why a hundred people can claim to have been Joan of Arc, or why people have deja vu, or have been someone else in the past and on and on and on. Hmm!
END OF PHYSICAL REINCARNATION DISCUSSION.
In section 2) I am trying to explain a spiritual reincarnation (soul) as opposed to a physical reincarnation (atoms) as described in section 1).
Christine: Yet in this paragraph, unless I am not interpreting it correctly, you say we only come back once per genesis cycle
Q) So, what happens to the soul between times?
A) Each soul rejoins the legions of souls, each fitting exactly into the puzzle building eventually into a completed whole again. (See Entity (A) and (B) further down).
The problem here is our natural tendency to visualize things happening in the dimensions or planes we know and understand - like a soul travelling to some place and hanging out with other souls until the marching orders are given - spending time in a rapturous state, visiting family, friends and meeting new ones. Images of clouds, petting lambs and tranquility were OK to feed the ages past, but we are "intelligent" and "educated", now so we need better carrots *LOL*
I expect it is nothing like that, white clothes and wings - I hope not, or I will be sorely disappointed (yawn). I am looking forward to much more.
I do not think we can articulate or comprehend this "in between state" - I am asking for words here, struggling to paint a picture. When I get it I will fill in the blanks, but I think this gives at least the concept. Our limitation is vocabulary - we are not allowed to know CERTAINTY only FAITH - OR, we would all be "dying very quickly" to get in. (Very deep thought *VBS*).
Q) Would the "soul bank" (for want of another word) not also become depleted as you commented in this paragraph?
A) Viewing it from this perspective there is an entity (A) representing 100% of available souls. As each soul is assigned to live, entity (A) shrinks. Each returned soul begins to build entity (B) which continues to build until all souls have been depleted from entity (A) which ceases to exist with the giving of the last soul. Entity (B) is identical, when completed, to the original entity (A) except it is improved through the new experiences gained by going through the 'living' stage again. Each iteration of the cycle creates a slightly improved and stronger Entity.
Q) Do I assume you mean that there comes a time in creation (every so often), that God destroys whatever is left to then collate and start again from fresh?
A) Following on with Entity (A and B) illustration - once Entity (B) is finished, it gathers every atom in existence throughout the universe and spontaneously re-does creation again (genesis). The result is identical each time. Every single piece is started out from the dead centre of space to begin the creation process all over again. Eventually (almost right away in Entity terms) the world is ready to begin with life again. This event represents individual reincarnation - again and again and again. And so starts the creation of Entity (C).
Q) I'm not sure if you mean it happens collectively or individually at each death.
A) I think the Entity illustrations answer this one.
As I/you say, questions upon questions!!
Respectfully submitted by:
Special Announcements: Enlightenment Near You (view on a separate page)
Come to experience happiness, peace and wisdom through the meditation
of the High Master Ching Hai. She is the symbol of insight and spiritual
guidance, and unconditioned love and compassion. She is world-acknowledged
for her humanitarian efforts, and she is willfully sharing her gift with
all the people around the world. Right now, according to a flyer I was
given by a mysterious Asian-looking man, she is travelling around Africa
and Middle east, her lections and books are free, so here are the places
where you can meet her:
I apologize if the names of the places have typos - I'm re-typing this information from a flyer in Hebrew, and we don't write vowels in Hebrew :) The phone numbers are correct, however.
One more announcement - this newsletter is not only about paranormal, it is also to make the world a better place. So here is something for you to do - or, actually, not to do - in a week's time:
OUR CONSUMER CULTURE IS OUT OF CONTROL. Once, we shopped to buy what we needed, period. Now that we don't need much, we shop for other reasons: to impress each other, to fill a void, to kill time. A mere 20% of the Earth's population uses 80% of its natural resources. Our overconsumption is killing the planet.
BUY NOTHING DAY is a simple idea with deep implications. It forces us
to think about the "shop-till-you-drop" imperative and its effects on the
rest of the world.
Introduction to Kabbalah (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
First of all, let me start by saying that Kabbalah in not by any means
a religion, in some parts it even contradicts Tahach (The Bible) by not
viewing 'as is', but rather as a collection of metaphors for the more profound
and general cosmic rules. Any given wide-spread religion, such as Judaism,
for example, with all the respect to their accumulated knowledge and tradition,
dictates the rules for God-worshipping and fixates the follower's perspective
of the surrounding world. Kabbalah, on the other hand, as well as Buddhism
or Wicca, provide us with endlessly powerful tools for spiritual enhancement.
As a matter of fact, it can be roughly stated that our truly beloved world-sweeping
New Age movement is based partially on Kabbalah, partially on Eastern teachings,
and partially on Paganism / Wicca. All in all, however, each person has
his private path to comprehend the Universe, and Kabbalah can immensely
aid him/her on this journey.
Stop For a Moment (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
(Sent by Bruce Baker)
Stop for a moment and enjoy...
1. Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It
is because we are different that each of us is special.
Can You Recognize The Box? (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Can you recognize the box?
Not if you are a Harrier, Raised by Harriers, In the Land of Harriers. How can anyone anywhere recognize the absence of what has been withheld since birth? The walls of your box are made from the gifts no one ever gave you, What is more, Without such gifts and glories, You are marooned, Forever, In a universe of Harriers.
What has been withheld? Many things. If I could, I would weep for the things that have been withheld from you, But like all Harriers everywhere, all I can muster is a list, Because you already know better, Which is your legacy, As Harriers.
It is not a long list, And no one anywhere will agree with it, But the word of an Ultra-Harrier is as good as anybody else's, And so here it is: Time, Language, Knowledge, Imagination, Belief, And Home.
Ridiculous? Of course. Now show me how ridiculous.
Speak to me of your sense of time, You who were raised with a rapacious hunger for the new, And a positive scorn for what is old or out of date. Do your grandparents live with you? Or in another city? Or in a home somewhere? And have you ever talked to them about what happened in the past, Provided you know anything about what happened in the past, And have you ever learned their slang, Or listened to their music, Or danced their dances, Or tried to see your world from their point of view? Do you read old books for pleasure, Books written before you were born, And before your parents were born, Before there were movies and records and telephones? Do you ever talk with people who *aren't* about your own age, And I mean really talk with them, About events, And Ideas, And your hopes and fears, And the meaning of life, And god and history and human accomplishment? Do you feel a deep respect, or even awe, for a single old person who has stayed alive through it all and acquired some wisdom along the way? Do you ever sit and wonder about the past, And what it was really like, Before there were cars and TVs and electricity and hospitals and jet planes and rock and roll? Do you ever ponder visions of the future, And what it could be, And what you could do to change the world, If you dreamed and worked for it hard enough? that's okay. Really. It's just that you are Harriers, And today is one wall of your box.
Speak to me of your love of language, You who were raised to use four-letter words, To express all your deepest emotions. Have you ever read something out loud, Just to savor the way that it sounds? Have you hungered and hunted for the words that give life, To the subtlest distinctions you feel, And felt your conscious space expand, because now there were more ways to feel? Have you prowled through the jungles of syntax and grammar, To see just how much one sentence can say? Have you felt the power that language can give, To the building and thinking of thoughts? Have you ever once felt that you said it just right, And conveyed your full thought to another? Have you ever felt brand new words take shape in your mind, from no other source than the spinning and spinning of words? Have you acquired a different taste of life, By trying another world's tongue, And felt a new timbre enter your voice, Echoing Rome or the steppes or the Seine? Have you seen how language, all by itself, can alter the nature of truth, And twist and distort, Or distill and reflect, The innermost essence of things? That's okay. Really. It's just that you are Harriers, And your muteness is a wall of your box.
Speak to me of your love of knowledge, You who were raised to do well on a test, Then go on to the next on the list. Have you felt the world as a four-dimensional puzzle, Coming together as you add each new piece? Have you wondered exactly which things one could know, And arrive at understanding? Have you ever been gripped by the compulsion to know, The truth of some buried event, And then followed the trail of what's supposed to be known, Through the twisting and turning of guesses and maybes and might have beens, Till you know what is known, And still hungering for more, Because no knowledge is ever enough to be finally final, As long as there's more to be learned? Have you ever discovered a miracle link, Between something you know, And something you don't, And the link taught you more about both? That's okay. Really. It's just that you are Harriers, And your ignorance is a wall of your box.
Speak to me of Imagination, You who were raised on color TV, Until books went as flat and black and white, As the paper and ink they were made of. Have you fought back to back with Alan Breck, Or come back from death with the Count of Calvary? Have you seen yourself as a hero, Defeating the odds with you courage and dash, Until you believe that you fate is a quest, One that will merit all that it costs, No matter how much that might be? Have you ever fantasized a breakthrough, A new approach, A frontier, A new and fine idea, A source of hope for all mankind, Born from the depths of your own mind, A gift you'll give freely, Because no one else can, And because somebody somewhere has to? That's okay. Really. It's just that you are Harriers, And lack of imagination is a wall of your box.
Speak to me of belief, You who were raised to be smarter than fools, And to say the things that are said. Have you ever just know that *they* were wrong, Because you knew your feelings were right? Have you ever explained to your private self, Where the world and it's mysteries came from? Have you ever felt that deep down, You were good and on track for a purpose, And no matter what happened you'd learn from the worst And follow the best to its end? Have you ever once thought, I would die for this, And I couldn't live if I failed to stand fast, Because that's how much it means? That's okay. Really. It's just that you are Harriers, And unbelief is the lid of your box.
Speak to me of Home, You who were raised in the City of Brotherly Love,
Where your address is a token of dollars and cents, And the young ones
grow up to get out. Have you ever sensed your homeland in you, When you
were far away, And felt you were born of earth, And bound to your place
of birth, By something deeper than love, And stronger than life itself?
Well, That's okay. Really. It's just that you are Harriers, And homelessness
is the floor of your box.
The Last War: Chapter Two (view on a separate page) (more articles about literature)
Greetings to all of you. There is a story I'd like to share with you, about a woman... we've all seen her, and often been drawn to her, though the reasons are always unknown. She is the essence of mystery, even to herself. She is the woman in the black trench coat who roams the college campus courtyards wearing dark sunglasses amidst the nocturnal hours, whence only the moonlight, lampposts, and headlights shine. She is called Silvermoon.
She often remembers times in her childhood, and the lives of ages past. She is aware of her capacity to have everything and yet nothing, though she still searches for the meaning which lies in between. A little while after her mother passed on, she noticed an increase in abilities deemed 'supernatural' and she found fellow spirits on a journey. Though she had not actually met them, she knew who they were, and their importance in the great scheme of things.
In her brightest insights, she viewed things which were scribed on an electronic gizmo she called her "PC." Interestingly enough, these insights became one with the feelings she was developing towards the other mysterious individuals she had met in cyberspace. A few of the electronic parchments read:
Into the darkness I sank,
Out the edifice I glanced,
I turn to Her,
Returning my mysterious gaze to the opening
So I returned to my watchful disposition,
Sweet silhouette of the dark and distant Night;
Sweet Silhouette of the dark and distant night;
Silvermoon and those of like thought patterns ran 'connections' from time to time in which they would project themselves in a telepathic connection with each other. This was one of the processes in which she learned of the power behind her connection to Alan.
It is said that love is a many splendored thing, though even Silvermoon
would not have been able to foresee what was to follow the initial connection
at least a full year ago. Between the time of her last romantic interlude
and the present, she had seen visions of the sweetest silhouette since
the beginning of time, whence the Great Mother Goddess and the Great Father
God emerged from the Ancient One. For her, this would revitalize the passion
deep within, and the will to do what must be done.
Closing Words (view on a separate page)
"They are here, aren't they?" - "Mr. Mulder, they've been here for a long long time" (Deep Throat, "The X-Files")