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Project X Newsletter Expanded, issue #28

December 24, 1999

1. Opening Words - Alexander Aldarow
2. New Competition: The Poet of the New Millennium - Alexander Aldarow
3. Initiation To Build - Avigail Tal
4. A Message from Elijah's Meditations - Elijah
5. Brain Wave Diary - Doug Lewis
6. Wrath of God Hand Delivered - Archangel
7. The X-Mas Files - Nancy Krinkey
8. The Last War: Chapter Four - Night
9. Closing Words



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

Well, we made it! Through wars and crises, through Holocaust and Inquisition, through pollution and disappearance of rain forests, through plagues and natural disasters, through crimes and riots (although the last one in Seattle, against WTO, was an extremely positive one, showing that there are still free-thinkers in the Western world). We have finally reached the threshold of the next millennium, like the welcoming words on our site - "Finally you have reached us". So what awaits us? Prophecies aside, it is up only to us.
Armageddon? Hardly. Only if we choose so. Only if we give up, whining that this is a cruel world and unfair, harsh life, so let it burn, baby, burn. But, as I stated in the past, it is the way of a pre-defeated loser.
Y2K? Maybe, but mostly in the places where people don't like to take their surroundings under control, to take responsibility, like the decaying Russia. In such countries, a nuclear reactor has a "good" chance to go off. Perhaps, those areas, as well as the ones struck by other catastrophes, have some collective Karma debts to pay for the sins of the past and the present.
But I don't want to be a doom-sayer; I never was. Hope is the key word today, because, just think of it, there is no way that all we made through, both personally and collectively, was pointless, that all we built, cared for, nourished, protected, was in vain, and it all will vanish in a blink of total destruction. I believe we made a sufficient progress in past years, so that Earth won't go aflame because of certain prominent madmen's' ideology and ambitions.
And especially for you, dear spiritually evolved reader, there is much more than hope. For you, there is a strong certainty that you have succeeded. You know what I am talking about. On this eve of the XXIst century you came to realize, that you are not a victim anymore, that you are a free spirit, and you can enter the Age of Aquarius with your head straight up. And if some of my previous articles helped to promote you toward this Realization, then you made me a happy man.
In this Millennial Edition we are bringing you a diversity of topics and styles, the way the passing century was diverse. We have a radical one: "Wrath of God Hand Delivered", followed by a humorous one: "The X-Mas Files", and, of course, Night has treated was with another chapter of "The Last War" (we are still looking for the fifth author!) But first, to a new Contest.


New Competition: The Poet of the New Millennium    (view on a separate page)
Author: Alexander Aldarow    (all articles by this author)

I am starting the new Millennium with the newest competition, the Contest for The Poet of the New Millennium. This contest will serve as a thread, connecting and reaching from the passing century to the next one. You, readers, are welcomed to send us your creations of spiritual poetry. This time both the poet, who will get the most of votes, and a voter, who will be randomly drawn, will receive prizes, courtesy of Project X. All of you, of course, can vote for your favorite poem, but only when their list will be completed. I have a sincere favor to ask - please choose you poem carefully and seriously; in case you don't recall it, links to our previous archived issues or other webpages will be supplied.
Here are the entries for the poetry contest so far:
1. Aldarow - "No Traces" - issue # 25
2. Judith - "Angel Sword" - issue # 27
3. Night - "The Chosen / I must go west..." - Project Y Sections

And now, to the contestant number four, Rinor Zidran

I can still dream

I can still dream
At night, when it's cold
Tonight, as I was told
From behind I can hear him
Shouting at me
But I know where I want to be
And so I go
Pass the sand
See another land
I can still dream
At night, when it's cold
So I was told
I can still hear him at the back
Shouting at me
Still, I know where I want to be
After night came the day
I can still dream here in the sand
Even if it's another land
No one is shouting now
No one is here right now
I feel cold
Remember what I was told
Yes, I can dream
When it's cold
Everything is gone
But I'm still standing
I can feel the dawn
It's my soul that is landing
Eyes open
And there I see him
Tears in his eyes
A cross in his hands lies
I am not cold
I just wonder
Can I dream again
And I wonder
Who is this man?

To read more of Rinor's fabulous poetry, go to Art > Poetry and Prose.


Initiation To Build    (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Author: Avigail Tal    (all articles by this author)

If you observe humanity from its very beginning, you notice that people always fought for their ideas, values, religions, culture... Humanity maybe had evolution of technology and science, but the "mind processing" didn't have much progress.

People still think they have their "truth in their pocket"; people pretend to listen to one another, but if you observe people talk, mostly it's a talk between two worlds that hardly interact: I start a sentence, you hear a word of my sentence that triggers your memory, and you answer automatically, even before I finished to deliver my messages. It happens all the time - these small miscommunications...

We hardly observe the way we think, we hardly ever question how reliable is the reality we grasp in our senses... Do you know that your senses are tuned differently than the person you're talking to, and that is why you input different "data from life" than that person does?

I believe that awareness to the processes of our mind, understanding the problems of miscommunication, and experiencing meditation as the environment for love, creativity and insight, is the right hope for humanity.
If you are an investor that is interested in humanity, I'd like you to assist me to build a center that will be called "Live And Let Live" - a place where students, teachers, lawyers, scientists, M.D. doctors, and any other person will come to "live and let live", and will experience the following:
1. the limitation of the senses
2. "we fact that we don't see the whole picture"
3. calming the brain, the mind and the possibility of insight
4. the creativity as vitality of life
5. love as a bridge for understanding...

A person that will come to the place will have the choice of experiencing the above by himself, or in a group.

The place will be near the center. It will be an "Overall for body and soul", humanity or society is not "something out there to look upon or to blame", each one of us is part of it; I believe it is in our responsibility to change it.

I'm looking for an investor that these words trigger him, that reads the truth between the words, that is willing to bring this idea to be alive.
Thanks you.
Best regards
Avigail Tal
Israel
Phone: 972-52-772149 (052-772149)




A Message from Elijah's Meditations    (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Author: Elijah    (all articles by this author)

When one contemplates his own mortality, and death is an option, then death will prevail. But, if LIFE is the only option, will not LIFE prevail all the more? Then shall be brought to pass the saying that death is swallowed up in victory. WE DO have that 'victory', if we hold fast to that we have.

For this corruptible must put on incorruption and this "mortal" MUST put on immortality. So when this corruptible shell have put on incorruption, and this "mortal" shell have put on immortality, again, THEN shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, death IS swallowed up in "victory".

But if the Spirit of him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in YOU, and it DOES, he that raised up Christ "from the dead" shall also quicken your "mortal" bodies by the Spirit that dwelleth in you and you, that were sometimes alienated and enemies in your mind by wicked works, yet NOW has he reconciled in the body of his flesh through death, to preset you holy and unblameable and irreprovable in his sight.


Brain Wave Diary    (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Author: Doug Lewis    (all articles by this author)

"Brain Wave Diary" (1999-11-25)

Wealth is having no Timepieces!

I will talk to myself for a while! You may listen if you wish.

When I was very young we stayed with my grandparents who were very poor. Grandpa was on permanent disability from having black lung from working in the underground coal pits all his life.
I had not met my dad yet - for he was very crippled from the war and was in hospital from before I was born. My mom tried to work as best she could at odd jobs but it was hard to make ends meet.
There was not a watch or a clock at grandpas house for he could not afford such luxury. Later in life I offered him a small cheap clock.
He refused it!
He said, "I know when it is time to wake up, go to bed, eat and to do what it is I want to do. One day you may be rich enough that you can afford NOT to have clocks or watches around your place."

It took more than 20 years before I understood what he meant.
Without a timepiece he had time. I am surrounded by the time but have none for myself!
Oh, that I will ever be as rich as grandpa! *LOL*

Respectfully submitted by Doug Lewis (AKA) WaveWarrior, WW to my friends *VBS*
@ the site for sore eyes http://bigwave.ca/~doug_lewis
With Love Light and LAUGHTER!


Wrath of God Hand Delivered    (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Author: Archangel    (all articles by this author)

A message from Atlantis...

Governments and Corporations of the Industrial World, you weary giants of flesh and steel, we come to you from Cyberspace, the true home of the Mind. On behalf of the future, We ask you of the past to leave us alone. You have no sovereignty where we gather, nor are you welcome here. We are naturally Independent of the Laws and the Tyranny you seek to impose upon us. You have no moral or legal right to rule us nor do you possess any methods of enforcement that we have reason to fear. We have no elected government, nor are we likely to have one, so we address you with no greater authority than that which Liberty has always spoken.

Cyberspace cannot and should not be regulated. It is larger than any world you can and cannot imagine. The traditional powers and physics that rule the Real World do not apply here. Ours is a world that is both everywhere and nowhere at the same time. This is a world where anyone, anywhere may express his or her beliefs, no matter how singular, without fear of being coerced into Silence or Conformity. Cyberspace does not lie within your borders, in fact it does not lie within any borders at all, it cannot be touched. Your legal concepts of property, expression, identity, movement, and context do not apply to us. Our world is one where people are not governed by factors such as race, economic power, military force, physical ability, or station of birth. The only Law which all of our world would generally universally recognize is the Golden Rule. Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.

Our Minds refuse to be held in chains. We take your textbooks and your lies and we put them in the dusty storeroom where they belong. The Information Age is a technological revolution, a revolution of ideas. You have no honor, stealing from us our rights, our Liberty, and our Freedom. And for this, we label you unforgiven and reject you from our world. We are the enlightened, the ones that are held together by the knowledge of which we should not know. You have no power over us. We are the Cyberpunks, the Thinkers, the Artists, the Hackers. Each of us tells one and that one tells another and thus the Knowledge spreads. We carry the Truth to the ears that want to hear it, the Minds that seek to know.

We do not seek to force our way of Life on anyone. You can label us as criminals, radicals, or simply dangerous, we do not care. We are not violent by nature, yet we will be brave enough to act when and if the situation demands. We are naturally hidden, able to sink underground at will, but if you seek to deprive us of our Freedom we will spring up and do whatever it takes to reject your Tyranny. You are terrified of us because we are natives in a world where you will always be immigrants. We are the amphibians and you are the fish, we leave you at the shore. Do not envy us. The air which gives us voice only chokes you. Where we are able to move freely, you find yourself paralyzed. Where we can see, you are blind.

We will confront the problems that exist which you are too cowardly to confront yourselves. We are creating a new civilization, one more humane and fair than the one you, the governments of the Industrial Age, have made before. The global conveyance of thought no longer requires your factories and your moneys to accomplish. Your material wealth cannot be spent in Cyberspace. We operate on the currency of ideas. The power you enjoy in the Real World becomes your weakness when you enter Cyberspace. You do not know us. Cyberspace consists of transactions, relationships, and thought itself, arrayed in a constantly moving, constantly changing web of our Communications.

Do not think that you can build Cyberspace, as though it were a public construction project. You cannot. You do not know our culture, out ethics, or the unwritten codes that already provide our society with more Justice than could be obtained by any of your impositions. Where there are real conflicts, where there are wrongs, we will identify them and address them by our means. This order will arise according to the conditions of our world, not yours. Cyberspace is an act of Nature and it grows itself through our collective actions. You have not engaged in our great and gathering conversations, nor did you create the wealth of our marketplaces. You have no excuse to invade here. We know that Information wants to be free. Knowledge should be free to all who seek it. Those that have it, can hide it, and hold the power.

You are seeking to ward off the virus of Liberty by erecting guard posts at your borders, by seeking to own the wires and switching nodes that you mistakenly believe contain our world. In our world, whatever the human mind may create can be reproduced and distributed infinitely at no cost. We reject your feeble attempts with the same spirit and knowledge of rightness with which our forefathers rejected the authorities of other distant, uninformed and unenlightened powers. The technology which you seek to slow or halt, citing concerns of national security and fears of societal disintegration, cannot be stopped. Just as the technology of printing altered and reduced the power of medieval guilds and the social power structure, so too will our new technologies fundamentally alter the current power structure of the corporations and governments of the Industrial Age.

We laugh at your pitiful attempts to censor the ideas and values that are different from yours. We will not be held down by the ignorant, the foolish, and especially the lazy. We see what no others can see, what others do not want to see. You believe that ideas should not be let loose to grow, and it is you who will initiate the battles. We may be the different and the abnormal, and we may be disliked because we regurgitate the lies you feed to us, but do not mistake our kindness for weakness. We are not the violent ones, we are not the keepers of the physical weaponry but if you strike against us, do not be surprised if your own weapons of war are used against you. Time and time again we have demonstrated our powers. We hack your websites at will. We take control of the systems we wish to and there is nothing you can do to stop us. We reject your Tyranny and refuse to fear your reprisals.

Cyberspace is our Eden and our Heaven, and it is the pinnacle and the culmination of human evolution to this point in time. Here in Heaven we are all alike, each of us is an Archangel, and as Archangels we cast you out. Your day of judgment has been passed, and you are to be left behind. You are the damned, and you built your hell with your flesh and with your steel. Each of us has a voice in the Heavenly Choir and each of us has already Hand Delivered the Wrath of God unto you.

Archangel at Cyonic Nemeton (http://www.cyonic-nemeton.com)


The X-Mas Files    (view on a separate page)
Author: Nancy Krinkey    (all articles by this author)

By our dear friend Nancy!

(For my X-Phile friends - you know who you are :)

Mulder: We're to late! It's already been here.
Scully: Mulder, I hope you know what your doing.
Mulder: Look, Scully, just like the other homes; Douglas fir, truncated, mounted, transformed into a shrine; halls decked with boughs of holly; stockings hung by the chimney, with care.
Scully: You really think someone's been here?
Mulder: Someone or something.
Scully: Mulder, over here it's a fruitcake...
Mulder: Don't touch it! Those things can be really lethal.
Scully: It's O.K., there's a note attached: "Gonna find out who's naughty or nice."
Mulder: It's judging them, Scully. It's making a list.
Scully: Who? What are you talking about?
Mulder: Ancient mythology tells of an obese humanoid entity who could travel at great speed in a craft powered by antlered servants. Once each year, near the winter solstice, this creature is said to descend from the heavens to reward its followers and punish disbelievers with jagged chunks of anthracite.
Scully: But that's legend Mulder - a story told by parents to frighten children. Surely you don't believe it?
Mulder: Something was here tonight.
Scully. Check out the bite marks on this gingerbread man. Whatever tore through this plate of cookies was massive - and in a hurry.
Scully: It left crumbs everywhere. And look, Mulder, this milk glass has been completely drained.
Mulder: It gorged itself, Scully. It fed without remorse.
Scully: But, why would they leave it milk and cookies?
Mulder: Appeasement. Tonight is the Eve, and nothing can stop its wilding.
Scully: But if this thing does exist, how did it get in? The doors and windows are locked. There's no sign of forced entry.
Mulder: Unless I miss my guess, it came through the fire place.
Scully: Wait a minute Mulder. If your saying some huge creature landed on the roof and came down this chimney, your crazy. The flue is barely six inches wide. Nothing could get down there.
Mulder: But what if it could alter its shape, move in all directions at once?
Scully: You mean, like a bowl full of jelly?
Mulder: Exactly. Scully, I've never told anyone this, but when I was a child, my home was visited. I saw the creature. It had long white shanks of fur surrounding its ruddy, misshapen head. Its bloated torso was red and white. I'll never forget the horror. I turned away, and when I looked back it had somehow taken on the facial features of my father.
Scully: Impossible.
Mulder: I know what I saw. And that night it read my mind. It brought me a Mr. Potato Head, Scully. It knew that I wanted a Mr. Potato Head!
Scully: I'm sorry, Mulder, but you're asking me to disregard the laws of physics. You want me to believe in some supernatural being who soars across the skies and brings gifts to good little girls and boys. Listen to what you're saying. Do you understand the repercussions? If this gets out, they'll close the X-files.
Mulder: Scully, listen to me: it knows when you're sleeping. It knows when your awake.
Scully: But we have no proof.
Mulder: Last year, on this exact date, SETI radio telescopes detected bogeys in the airspace over twenty-seven states. The White House ordered a Condition Red.
Scully: But that was a meteor shower.
Mulder: Officially. Two days ago, eight prized Scandinavian reindeer vanished from the National Zoo, in Washington, D. C. Nobody - not even the zookeeper - was told about it! The government doesn't want people to know about Project Kringle. They fear that if this thing is proved to exist the public will stop spending half its annual income in a Christmas shopping frenzy. Retail markets will collapse. Scully, they cannot let the world believe this creature lives. There's too much at stake. They'll do whatever it takes to insure another silent night.
Scully: Mulder, I -
Mulder: Sh-h-h. Do you hear what I hear?
Scully: On the roof. It sounds like... a clatter.
Mulder: The truth is up there. Let's see what's the matter.

HO! HO!, Ho! Merry Christmas, even if we go a little bit commercial, everyone! Question all authority now!

In Blessings of Spirit's Love,
Nancy Krinkey


The Last War: Chapter Four    (view on a separate page) (more articles about literature)
Author: Night    (all articles by this author)

{Previously on "The Last War" - we are introduced to William, Silvermoon and Alan, three of the five Chosen Ones; William begins his journey, Silvermoon speaks of her love and insights, and Alan sees dreams of impending doom. All of them are only vaguely come to realize the existence of the others. The following chapter is written by Night.}

The Last War - chapter 4

Shortly after my 18th birthday I began to feel the pull to explore the world. So with this in mind I said good-bye to my mother and left home never to return. Of course, there was one small problem. I had no idea where to go. I decided to let fate lead he way. Little did I know fate was always guiding me. I drew four letters on the ground. N, S, E, W. I took a quarter out of my pocket and flipped it into the air. It seemed to take forever to land, but when it finally came to rest on the ground, it had landed directly on the W. So it was decided. I would head west. I drove west for weeks. Taking my time, seeing different cities, different women, everything I could.

One day I pulled into this little middle-of-nowhere town and decided to enjoy my last five dollars on lunch. While I was eating a women set a note on my table, and left the diner. I found this woman strangely familiar. She was also the most attractive woman I have ever seen, but her eyes caught my attention. They were stone cold, almost as if she felt no emotions. I had hoped I would see her again. Little did I know I would. The note was not her number, but a warning.

STOP THIS JOURNEY AND GO HOME BOY

After reading this I ran outside and looked around for her, but she was gone. I returned to my table and decided it must have been a bad joke. I also decided it was time to continue down the road. So I finished my meal, paid my bill, and left town.

I remember that at about this time I had another dream. This one was different somehow. It was almost real. There were four people standing in a circle. They were calling out to me. They wanted me to join them. I woke up and as I had done before I brushed it off, as if it was nothing.

As luck would have it the next town on the map was New Orleans. It was also Mardi Gras. Lucky me. I found a place to park my car and went drinking. Not easy when you're broke, but lucky for me I was good at con... er, talking someone out of a few dollars. About two days later I was standing there (well, it wasn't actually standing, but I digress), having a good time, when I saw the woman from the diner. I began to walk towards her. She saw me coming and began to run. I began to chase her through the crowd. She suddenly turned down an alley. When I came around the corner she was gone. The alley was a dead end with no doors. She had nowhere to go, but she was gone. I was about ot turn around when something caught my attention. It was a ring. It was made of silver and had this odd symbol on it. The symbol was like a profile of a face done by Picasso. There was also a red triangle that pointed to the top of the neck. I don't know how, but I knew it was hers. I picked it up and took it with me.

I had enough fun for the day and went back to my car to get some sleep. I couldn't sleep though. I kept wondering how that mysterious woman had gotten away from me not once but twice...

(Next time William finds out more about this mysterious woman and her ring.)


Closing Words    (view on a separate page)

"There is no point in living, if you can't feel alive."
- "The World Is Not Enough"

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