Project X Newsletter Expanded, issue #27December 5, 1999
1. Opening Words: Where did that little kid go? - Alexander Aldarow
2. Ching Hai - Alexander Aldarow
3. Dreams and Aliens - Judith
4. Fireball Shower? / Mammoths - Mark Andrews
5. Kabbalah: The Tree of Life - Alexander Aldarow
6. The Last War: Chapter Three - Alexander Aldarow
7. Angel Sword - Judith
8. Closing Words
Opening Words: Where did that little kid go? (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Author: Alexander Aldarow (all articles by this author)
Do you still remember yourself as a child? How far back do your memories
stretch? How deep and detailed, for that matter, do they go? Do you recall
from time to time your long-forgotten playground, your kind and smiling
grandparents, the endless curiosity about the world around you, the joy
of the simplest things - catching a bug, getting a toy, seeing a cartoon,
reading an enchanted fairy or adventure tale? If the bus that takes you
to the college, or the car that drives you to work, passes along an old
abandoned place, where you used to play hide-and-seek or pirates-and-cowboys
with your childhood friends, do you feel a hand clutches your heart, bringing
up a longing you thought you'd never experience again?
So where did that little kid go? Into what infinity did that reality
vanished, where everything was so simple, the most complicated issue was
being dressed up for cold winter day, no troubles, no problems, no doubts,
no frustration, no misery, only laughter and happiness? But what if I tell
you that that child is still here with you? You see, the modern collective
consciousness is built in such a way that we assume that growing up requires
becoming 'serious', pursuing supposedly 'mature' goals, thus becoming tense
and neurotic. It is a pattern that is implanted in our life's way. We learn
to smoke, drink, swear and 'kill ourselves' for extra cash. It does not
have to be this way. To survive without a fight, to let the things go smoothly
around you, you must connect to that childhood's world.
I am not speaking about regressing to the past, starting to play with
toys again, or considering to buy your old apartment back in order to revivify
that period. I'm talking about revivifying the energies that nurtured you
before. Stop the materialistic chase around the clock, get rid of unnecessary
stressful situations and destructive relationship, and embrace the nature's
vistas, breathe the blue sky, smile and laugh, and bring out the inner
child that is dormant inside all of us. Simplicity is the key word - just
think about it. Sarcasm and cynicism will bring you no relief. Enjoying
life's simplest moments and episodes, as you once did in your childhood,
which is still within your reach, will make your everyday existence into
Heaven on Earth - and that's a promise.
I sincerely hope my message made through.
Now, a special announcement - I finally installed a chat room on Project
X, it is titled Free Channel for Free People. Due to our site's high traffic,
there is a big chance that you can always meet interesting people there.
Follow the white rabbit, I mean, follow this link:
And now, on with the show. The world is not enough, because this is
the end of days, so open up your sixth sense :) .
Ching Hai (view on a separate page) (more articles about else)
Author: Alexander Aldarow (all articles by this author)
Needless to say, this was an extremely wonderful, joyful, peaceful and
refilling experience: I - and the whole Israel - met Ching Hai on November
21, 1999. First of all, at evening I arrived at the Tel Aviv's cinema theater,
where I was greeted by kind assistants, received a free book and a free
copy of her magazine, to which I also subscribed - for free as well. Then,
I turned around, and to my amazement I saw Roy, my dear friend from the
military days, still wearing the Air Force uniform, entering the lobby.
I sensed the spiritual aspect of this seemingly coincidental rendezvous
right away. We hugged, happy to see each other. Like myself, he heard of
Ching Hai's lecture by almost a chance. We hanged around in the lobby a
little bit, deeply impressed by the display of splendid works of art, made
by her - jewelry, paintings, lanterns, even her ceremonial dresses. Many
people were signing up for the initiation ceremony that was to take place
later that evening.
Then we descended into the hall, and sat at the second row, as it appeared
later - close to interpreters and some of the Israeli disciples. I will
not tell you everything that occurred, only the highest points of the evening.
Just for the starters, to get you into the mood, let me say that a calm
easy-listening New Age music poured from the speakers, including Yanni's
"One Man's Dream" (remember, the one that played on the postcard I sent
all of you couple of months ago?). The stage was set for the coming of
the Supreme Master Ching Hai, ornamented with flowers and fruits. They've
started the lection by a couple of short video films, showing her origins
and her current works and activities. I, however, attempted to expand my
consciousness field, to enlarge my inner-to-outside view, and mentally
call her, reach to her. I think there was a short response, like "yes".
In addition, one of the Master's disciple spoke, very emotionally;
he told us of how he was on the one-direction road to Abaddon, poisoned
by drugs, alcohol, depression and pointless existence. By the teachings
of Ching Hai he found the Light once again, and, take my words for it,
he did radiated with the pure Light of Creation.
All of the sudden, the second video was abruptly stopped, and the Supreme
Master herself quickly entered the hall, walking along rows of knowledge-seeking
people, surrounded by aura, illumination, sound of divine music and followers.
When she returned from the other end of the hall, prior to ascending to
the stage, she approached the area where we sat. Me and Roy, we both rose
to greet her, extending our hands toward her. She reached and held them,
not just touching, but holding, for an endless moment, and I felt as if
an electric shock, only a very very positively charged one, was delivered
to me. I think she recognized me, and, more important, that she even recognized
Roy. Then she turned away to take her distinguished place on the stage;
the only thing Roy was able to mutter was, "Alex, what just happened here?"
For me, that moment was the culmination of the entire evening.
Ching Hai, "the ocean of love" in Chinese, swept the crowd right away.
She is undoubtedly a pure, live and beautiful woman. I'm telling you, the
usually skeptic and criticizing Israeli audience fell for her. With a voice
full of laughter and bliss, she spoke of how she felt the immense energies
of Ierushalaim (Jerusalem) and the Holy Land. She spoke to us of love,
of Our Father, that comes to us in may ways and names, of the Light and
the Enlightenment, and much more. And people had infinite questions to
her, about the enlightenment, God, healing, anger, making love, even the
painful one, about the Holocaust. Interesting fact is that in my heart
I knew the answers to those burning questions, and they almost exactly
matched hers. I really loved her reply, when Ching Hai was asked about
Kuan Yin, the way of meditation she teaches - did she tried other methods
herself? Yes, she said with her characteristical sense of humor, but this
one is the easiest and the shortest, for lazy people like her.
Earlier that night I told Roy that there are presences of the spirits
in the hall. It even occurred to me that the grandmother of the disciple,
who spoke at the beginning, was brief there to support and encourage him.
Later, however, there was the God's presence - yes, I know that HE is always
with us, since we all are parts of the whole, but this time The Father
really diverted his attention to that place, pressing above our public.
And, the most incredible thing, Ching Hai confirmed it later herself!
After more that three hours she was called to attend the initiation
ritual, but before leaving she gave us all a small but powerful gift. We
were told to close our eyes and concentrate them on the Third Eye - the
center of the forehead. As we did, relaxing, she sent a surge of liberating
energy. When I opened my eyes, she was already gone. We did so, too.
Needless to say, I dreamt of her and her students that night.
Dreams and Aliens (view on a separate page) (more articles about dreams)
Author: Judith (all articles by this author)
Some 30 years ago, having returned to the states to attend college,
leaving the war zone of Nam behind, I found myself in a small college in
the Midwest. Having lived my entire life in the tropics I had never seen
a fall, snow or winter lightening storms. As I slept one night, alone in
the dorm, everyone having gone home for the holidays, I dreamed I was walking
to the student union. Everyone was looking skyward. When I looked up I
was surrounded by green light, raised horizontally above the ground, looking
upward into the light. I can still, to this day, feel the light on my skin
and the peace within it. Then suddenly, I screamed, "My God! I'm turning
into Jesus Christ!"
I woke in sheer terror to find myself no longer in bed, but standing
in front of a huge plate glass window looking out at a sky full of horizontal
blue lightening. I stood there frozen in time. For 30 years the dream had
been classified as a nightmare. I had no understanding of why anything
in it should have terrified me so. The green light was real, alive and
held a peace that transcended the fear in the dream. A few years ago, while
back packing in the Rockies I dreamed I was being dragged out of our tent.
I can still see the emotionless eyes of the life form that had a hold of
my right leg at the thigh, pulling me out. When I finally found my voice
and woke, I was too frightened to go back to sleep. The next morning my
leg hurt too bad to continue our trek and we laid over a day on the mountain.
A week later deep bruises began to appear on my thigh in the form of a
hand print. Since that time my husband and I have both witnessed visitors
in the sky and I have encountered them in the dreamtime without fear.
Fireball Shower? / Mammoths (view on a separate page) (more articles about else)
Author: Mark Andrews (all articles by this author)
It's beginning to appear that there was actually more than one fireball
over the Eastern US on Tuesday, 11-16-99: between 6:55 and 7:10 PM; all
moving West to East - contrary to the projected movement of the Leonids.
Eyewitness reports placed fireballs to the North of both Canton and
Cincinnati, Ohio at the same time. ...Video images showed vastly different
formations between apparitions over Chicago and Seymour, IN (State Police
camera). The more northerly pattern being a "train" of lights, while the
one to the south was more of a solid ball of fire.
These objects were equally close at hand in both Milwaukee, Wis. and
Covington Ky, traveling at slightly different projections.
It occurred to me today that what was seen Tuesday night could possibly
have a connection to the famous "King of terror" foreseen by Nostradamus,
despite the variation from the anticipated July - September window.
Green fireballs have become one of the major players of recent ufology;
most frequently reported in the southern US over the past 7 months.
A professor of astronomy at a local Central Indiana university played
off the fireballs as being a natural - and anticipated - part of the Leonid
shower. (Since when?) And if so, why haven't any of the rest of us known
of the phenomena? His remarks were akin to recent statements by so-called
"skeptical" scientists as to the presence of "earth lights"; a new term
for anything anomalous in sky.
As I watched the news footage of high school astronomy classes waiting
in the cold night air, looking for meteors, (notably absent) I wondered
how long it will be before the average citizen realizes that the spectacular
displays on Tuesday evening were in no way associated with the Leonid meteor
I hope this realization comes soon and that we will all be just a little
more aware of the fact that we are dealing with established science and
academia that has set forth to disregard and ridicule anything or anyone
who is not sanctioned by them to abide within their tightly drawn parameters...
Shades of Dr. Zaius!!!
-The Found World-
Woolly Mammoths On Film
When I was 4 years old, (1956) my aunt went with me to see the movie
"Fantasia". Newsreels were still the order of the day. That day was a news
story of Admiral Byrd's polar expeditions featuring his b/w footage from
one his flights into "the inner earth". The scene I most remember was the
aerial film of a herd of woolly mammoths, obviously disturbed and running
from the plane overhead.
This newsreel was a short documentary of Adm. Byrd's ventures into
the hallow earth.
I was already somewhat of a dinosaur buff at the time. My aunt commented,
"Look, they're like dinosaurs." It was a spellbinding experience, to say
I've heard several times that that series of news film was pulled,
very shortly after its release, by the US Government, for reasons known
only to them.
DOES ANYONE ELSE REMEMBER SEEING THIS NEWSREEL?
I would love to hear your memories and observations on the film.
Kabbalah: The Tree of Life (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Author: Alexander Aldarow (all articles by this author)
As I told before, Kabbalah speaks of having control over your life.
however, for one to control it, we must comprehend the way interactions
of energy in us, as well in the entire Universe, are made. A metaphoric
scheme of Tree of Life, made of ten spheres, connected between them by
twenty two lines (the number of letters in Hebrew alphabet), describes
this way. This scheme is world-famous - you can see it on Crowley's Thoth
Tarot cards, and almost in any esoteric and occult literature; it is also
widely found on the Net. I will attempt to explain its structure in my
words. Keep in mind that it is the same tree that grew (in a metaphoric
way, also) in the Garden of Eden, from which our ancestors were so shamefully
exiled. They've tasted from the Tree of Knowledge, but this name is misleading
- Tree of Knowledge represents only chaos and the illusion we know as matter.
Tree of Life, on the other hand, is the only true reality, to which all
of us must connect, so that we will be able interact with cosmic forces
in order to finally gain control over our lives.
Spheres of Tree of Life can be compared to immense packages of quantum
energy. They have names in Hebrew, too, but their translation is misleading,
the way I translated "Etz Ha-Daath" as Tree of Knowledge, which also is
incorrect. But let's begin, shall we?
At the head of the Tree there is the sphere of Keter (Crown), it includes
all the reincarnation of all the souls that exist. Here the Creator is
incomprehensible and infinite, the endless world contains endless Light,
and the perception of mortals cannot grasp it. Notwithstanding, Keter is
the highest intelligence that channels the Light of Creation to the rest
of the spheres. It is the Genesis of all our lives, thoughts, ideas and
inspirations. It is the supercomputer of the Cosmos.
The first center of power that receives the overwhelming stream from
Keter is Hachma, the sphere located on the right line of the Tree. As its
Hebrew name implies, it is the reservoir of all the wisdom. It is the beginning
of the zodiac, and it symbolizes the universal figure of Father. To complete
the Father, that is centered in self-contemplation, we need the sphere
of Mother (compare to Wiccan God/Goddess), settled on the top of the left
line. It is Binah, that represents understanding. It is the power plant
of cosmic energy, that operates all that there is, our efforts, the tide,
and even the movement of the galaxies. To implement thought by deed, Hachma
and Binah combine, and take us forward toward Hessed, that sits beneath
Hachma. This forth sphere represents the pure positive energy in its fetal
form, that can be generous till ridicule. It is the absolute will to give,
that resides here. To balance Hessed's exaggerated boundless selfishness,
we need its partner to the left, Gvurah. Gvurah means strength, discipline,
its the complete opposite of Hessed. When Hessed wants only to give away,
even by harming itself, Gvurah asks, "What will I gain from it?" On the
other hand, without being balanced by Hessed, Gvurah turns into dictatorship.
Therefore, these two also interact, and all the fetal energy, transformed
to Hessed from the combination of Hachma and Binah, is executed by Gvurah
(not 'execution' as in 'murder', but as in 'realization'). This is the
beginning of the process, in which the material world is conceived. Well,
the next sphere is the one in the center, called Tipheret. It is the ultimate
representative of Beauty. All the potential given to Tipheret from previous
regions is formed here in what we will later accept as the "now" reality,
the world around us we assumedly live in. Tipheret is all the things that
are of sheer breathtaking beauty, a sunset, a flower, a poem, a human idea,
all that combines Hachma and Binah to exist, since without symmetry between
those there is no beauty.
From here we move on to Netzakh (Eternity - but ignore this translation
as well), which is again located on the right side of the Tree of Life.
We are getting closer to the world of matter. Netzakh is the spermatozoid,
which, when united with the ovule, created the man. It is also the right
part of our brains, where the creative process takes place. Netzakh is
the poet, the artist, the musician, the dreamer; al in all it is the make
element (again, the idea of duality, Yin and Yang come to mind). Netzakh,
therefore, needs its female partner, Hod, to begin the process of fertilization,
like the semen needs the ovum. Remember, woman is the one that gives birth,
i.e., creates a human being. Hod also rules the rational part of our brains,
the left side, hence Hod is the scientist, the logician, the math wizard,
the distinguished accountant.
One more sphere to go before we reach our current one. Welcome to Yisod
(Foundation), cosmic travelers. It is the final reservoir in the base of
the Tree. All the awareness, the consciousness, the energies from the spheres
above are spilt into here, all mix, intervene, balance and ready to the
last transfer. No mortal is able to stand the shining radiation of Yisod.
The way that Binah generates the source, Yisod generates the destination,
Malkuth (Kingdom). Malkuth is the condensed world of matter, and all
the infinite Light of Creation has given a profound effort to retract into
this uneasy state. This is what the impulse for it began at Keter, the
idea for its building appeared in Hachma, activated in Binah, planned in
Hessed, shaped and designed in Gvurah, made possible in Tipheret, drawn
as a draft in Netzakh, estimated in Hod, gathered together in Yisod, and
finally was raised right here, in Malkuth. Phew, quite a ride!
Well, as Art Bell says, there you have it, our entire Universe in one
article. Of course, there is much more in Kabbalah, and I will cover other
issues in the following newsletters. Meanwhile, you are welcomed to search
more information on Kabbalistic world perception; you can also contact
a branch of the Center for Kabbalah Studies near your home town (which
is somewhere in Malkuth).
Based on "One cube, or no sugar?" by Rabbi Berg, available in the Centers
for Kabbalah Studies
The Last War: Chapter Three (view on a separate page) (more articles about literature)
Author: Alexander Aldarow (all articles by this author)
I was running with a troop of khaki-dressed soldiers, firing away with
the M-16 gun, that I clutched in my hand, as if it was my only means of
salvation. We entered a deserted tenement, from which a view opened up,
of houses ruined and on fire, a panorama of complete destruction and hopeless
end of times. That's how I felt at that particular moment, that this is
the end, the final end, there is nothing beyond this point, and I am ready
to die. Yes, this was one of the most terrorizing sensation, by preparedness
to die, my submission, my kneeling in front of the irreversible doom. Out
of agony, I fired a round, and as the empty cartridges hit the floor, a
sentence occurred to me, said in prophetic-like manner of the Bible:
"And the acid shall fall from the skies"...
I woke up with a jerk, cold sweat breaking all over my body, heart
deafeningly pounding in the chest, and squinted to see VCR's red electronic
clock. It was around 5 AM, which was confirmed by the voice of a muezzin
calling his prayer from the mosque's tower over the houses of the ancient
Jerusalem. It was me again, Alan Rashi, snapped back to the mundane reality.
"I was just being summoned," I told the surrounding darkness, slightly
tinged by the early light of the approaching Middle Eastern sunrise. Of
course, nobody answered back.
However, I sensed there were others at some places, and we were getting
closer with every passing hour and day. But for what purpose?
Angel Sword (view on a separate page) (more articles about literature)
Author: Judith (all articles by this author)
The enclosed prose is a recording of a waking vision. When looking at
some travel magazines some years later I saw the isle in the vision. It
is known as the Isle of Wisdom off the coast of Ireland. Isn't life a wondrous
I followed the golden thread
as it spiraled into time
to a barren rocky island
surrounded by turquoise sea
The massive stone fortress
opened wide it doors
as I onward, upward traveled
bare feet on huge stone stairs
through an open doorway
into a vaulted chamber
She stood before me then
dressed in a gown of white
with cloak of forest green
Someone I had always known
Yet in this living forgotten
Seeing her again
Brought joy and love remembered
Mother, yet not mother
As I knelt before her
She touched my shoulders and my head
with blade of Angel Sword
Arise my child, dear Judith
The time has come.....
And I felt her pause in saying...
........to be born.
To leave again my home
The love around me then
Oh... I pleaded with her
Please... may I not stay here
But my heart cried out
for those upon the earth
And I knew the time had come
For me ....
to face rebirth.
from The Dreamwalker Collection
Closing Words (view on a separate page)
'Close your eyes
Just feel and realize
It is real and not a dream
I'm in you and you're in me
It is time
To break the chains of life
If you follow you will see
What's beyond reality'
- "Beyond The Invisible", Enigma
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