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Project X Newsletter Expanded, issue #29 January 14, 20001. Opening Words - Alexander Aldarow
2. Zohar: The Book of Splendor - Alexander Aldarow
3. Brain Wave Diary continues in the New Millennium! - Doug Lewis
4. Guardians Of The Temple Of The Flame - Lady Tia
5. Paranormal Experiences - Saddiq Fard
6. CenterPeace - Karyn Altman
7. The Last War: Chapter Five - De Sade - Original Six
8. Closing Words
Opening Words (view on a separate page)
Author: Alexander Aldarow (all articles by this author) Hello, and welcome to the exciting future!! Well, to all the pessimistic
prophets among us - "Told you so!" I guess the end of the world is postponed
for a while, but we mustn't be too light-minded, for several more tests
will follow for some of us. We have, perhaps, escaped the possible tragic
consequences of Y2K bug, but war and diseases still gnaw the body of our
race. Nevertheless, always keep in mind that we have entered the age of
spiritual revolution, when, if you accept and perceive it, we are no more
entirely bound to our physical frames and egos.
I am virtually sitting on the edge of my chair, burning with the desire
to tell you what is happening with me right now. But before that there
is something I wish to share. I met a person recently, let's call that
person A. We spoke of spirituality and such, A. admitted a recent attraction
to this overwhelming and all-embracing (in my opinion) subject, but what
about the tools for further spiritual development, the meditation, book,
and so on? Now, A. grew in the atmosphere of classic music and art, A.
loves painting, teaching, understanding the human nature, and much more.
So I've been thinking afterwards: while we, the ordinary citizens, victims
of pop-culture, have to meditate for hours, chant, analyze our dreams,
read endless essays, observe the crystals and burn the incense, just to
sense a certain connection to the spiritual world, A. is already there!
Raised among a beauty, untainted by modern society, A. is unknowingly on
such a level, that the spiritual perception comes to A. very naturally!
Makes you wonder whether we have subconsciously shaped this material world,
so that it will provide the biggest obstacle toward our spiritual freedom.
One last thing before we proceed - an announcement about two new sites,
that I warmly recommend to visit: a sister site to Project X, Community
X (http://www.dreamwater.com/comx/),
maintained by Tiamat, and a brother site, The
Chosen (http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Realm/3585/),
established by Night. My reviews on them, I feel, will be redundant, simply
see them for yourselves (just tell the host that Aldarow sent you ;-) ).
Zohar: The Book of Splendor (view on a separate page) (more articles about else)
Author: Alexander Aldarow (all articles by this author) "After hard work, you had been rewarded with a form of success.?
Presently, you are bound by no physical or spiritual rules... thus a state
of freedom. Soon, you will be filled with an urge to investigate magick
or spiritual issues (maybe to a level you had not thought of before). A
new cycle or unexplained change of direction is at hand."
This is what I named "The Tiamat prophecy", received by me on Sunday
evening via e-mail, from Tiamat, after she did a spontaneous Tarot reading
on me. My dearest friend did not know that the above progress has already
begun...
Sunday, January 9, around 13:00. Skipping a couple of lectures (just
don't tell my mom), I'm at the new central bus station of Tel-Aviv, fourth
floor, the Kabbalah Centre's counter - I've mentioned it before, in the
past article (25th issue). I was conversing with the bookseller, a very
kind woman, about several Kabbalistic issues. Now, if you recall my American
revelations from the 22nd issue, my father's brother, whom I met in New-York,
told me that my original surname (Aldarow is an Internet/spiritual nickname)
derives from Rashi, a well-known Judaic interpreter from the medieval Spain.
I told it to the bookseller, and, with amazement on her (and my) face,
she revealed to me that my uncle was wrong - by at least a thousand years
further into the history! "Rashbi!" she said, the excitement is strongly
noticed in her voice, while a storm of unknown emotions rose in my inner
world, "And you real name isn't Alex, either!". In Hebrew culture, and
especially in Kabbalah, there is a great significance for the letters,
so 'b' ('beth') couldn't be simply added or omitted.
Rashbi, as I recalled, pretty much shocked, is Rabbi Shimon Bar Yokhai,
the founder of Kabbalah, who, for 13 years, secluded in a cave with his
son, channeled knowledge from Moses and Elijah, that served his pupils
to write Zohar, The Book of Splendor, a manuscript of such cosmic power,
that Necronomicon and New Testament pale next to it. All the laws of the
Universe, the Light, the Creation, the Energy, are in Zohar.
Minutes earlier, when I was going through the books on the counter,
the bookseller suggested me to buy one of the five sets of 24 tomes of
Zohar they have, with interpretations and translation. She said that she
does not propose these sets just to anybody, only... to the Chosen Ones!
I raised my head, and we exchanged a brief but a meaningful glance. Now,
as the realization that I am the apparent descendant of Shimon Bar Yokhai
causing a turbulence in my soul (Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God!), she
said to me, "You think it is just a coincidence that you came to here?
Now you have to have the book." I uttered something about having to sleep
over the newly acquired knowledge, and hurried to the bus.
That night, after reading Tiamat's e-mail, I had a dream. I was in
our university, and three students that I am slightly familiar with, were
the Chosen Ones. It appears that as if I dreamt of them before, and I was
also prophesied about an atomic bomb (that is supposed to go off / be dropped?)
In the dream, I introduced myself to them as also a Chosen One, and, although
one of them was suspicious of me, they confirmed about the A-bomb.
Back to the waking reality. You, reader, might wonder, "Does Aldarow
suggest there is a nuclear threat in our future? That's not such a hard
thing to foresee!" Wait, there is more.
Two days later, I'm back on the fourth floor of the Tel Aviv's Central
Bus Station.
"What did you decide?" asked the bookseller.
"What I have decided two days ago," I replied.
We began to fill the forms of purchase. In addition to Zohar I also
bought a book, that explains how to read and navigate in Zohar. Also, I
was told the specific place in the book, that matches the date of my birth,
where my spiritual DNA is coded. An interesting occurrence took place,
while we were conversing - a guy approached the counter, dragging his small
pale girlfriend, that looked as if he completely drained her of life. A
dark atmosphere was surrounding his black-hair-long-coat appearance. We
observed him. He checked the books for a moment, than retreated, his girl-slave
still in his grasp.
"A vampire," I told the bookseller, and she agreed. "He was repelled
by it."
In any case, with my order being filled, I said to the Kabbalist that
I wonder what dreams will Zohar bring to me. I mentioned the long experience
I had in my sleep a year ago, when I only received the book by Darwin Gross,
which Nancy sent me (see http://www.chosenones.net/article.php?id=328
and also issue # 7). What will I see when Zohar will be in my room?
"Wow," she replied, "it will be like an ATOMIC explosion."
For the second time, since she called me the Chosen One, I stopped
for a second, amazed with the depth of her remark. Now do you see the connection
to the message in that dream with the A-bomb? And if that is not enough,
then let me tell you that the book by Sri Darwin Gross, as well as his
movement, is also called ATOM (Ancient Teachings of the Masters)!
All in all, it means that I am reaching toward a new level of experiences
- exactly what the "Tiamat prophecy" foretold!!
Yesterday, Thursday evening, the books of Zohar were delivered to me.
The night before that, however, I had my last pre-Zohar dream. I was in
an open space with other people, like a field or a valley. Then, another
sun began to rise, diagonally crossing the sky through the clouds, and
joining our original sun to its right. That additional sun was a huge UFO,
a mothership, if you will. After that, sun spots began to cover our luminary.
Later, with the power of my imagination, while walking forward and crossing
a line, I was transported to their ship and met the aliens, who were men
and women in silver, futuristic-like clothes, introducing their names to
me, but I didn't remember any. They gave me an object, a slightly strange
syringe, I returned to the earthly plane, but didn't use the syringe on
me yet.
As I write these lines, on Friday, Jan. 14, 16:00, some hour prior
to posting the 29th edition to the Internet and to you, Zohar has occupied
a whole shelf, all 24 volumes, golden letters glowing in the approaching
twilight, all the cosmic wisdom just a reach away. Last night, after I
unpacked it, I almost astral projected, but fell asleep as I was leaving
my body. Also, all night long I dreamt of reading in Zohar.
I will keep you informed of the further discoveries, whether they came
when I was turning its pages, or whether when I was dreaming afterwards.
God is with us, dear friend. Now we all know that.
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Brain Wave Diary continues in the New Millennium! (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Author: Doug Lewis (all articles by this author) Reference: "Brain Wave Diary" (27-Nov-95)
?? I chipped away - and found me
I looked in the mirror -- as I always do to wash my face. On this day
I became startled because I actually saw myself, I mean REALLY saw myself.
Of course, I am familiar with my general physical appearance but my shock
this morning was to do with focus, clarity and detail. For some reason
I saw myself as though for the first time. I was shocked because I found
myself wondering "Who is this person".
My self-questioning was not so much about the physical characteristics
of self, but rather other aspects such as essence and soul - my metaphysical
aspects. I was shocked because I have always taken whom I am for granted.
Who else would know me better than me? Well, as I stared at the stranger
in the reflection of the mirror the realization swept over me - I had not
a clue who I was, anymore!
For years I have raced between the rails of life, inches ahead of the
freight train I call destiny. Like the fox that for years kept about his
familiar route, an escape path identified for every section and occasion
till one day the freight train was two minutes early and the fox, unable
to make it to his established escape route in time, was killed. Killed
because he did not know he could leave running between the rails at any
point in time. A wily but conditioned fox whose escape strategy became
his demise.
Had I become that fox?
Over these many years I have gained a patina of external influence.
Gradually, unknowingly, I became a stranger unto myself, buried beneath
layers of others conditioning, willfulness, regulations, rules, enforced
behaviors and desired traits. I became encrusted with requirements of others,
buried under weldments, forgings, casings and the plaster of others molding.
Parents, teachers, guardians, employers, employees, governments, scientists,
preachers, ministers, psycho analysts, authors, bullies, siblings, enforcers,
judges, bystanders, helpers, hurters, critics - who has NOT had a hand
in shaping what I must be - for them and their purpose.
It is NO wonder I found myself a stranger!
Since that shocking day, I have committed to peel, scrape and chip away
the layers, lumps and coverings of a million influences. I must rediscover
who I am before I may rediscover that which I seek. For that which I seek
was always with me - I just lost it for a while.
I will have exposed enough of me when I clearly remember the absolute
awe and splendor of being seven or eight years old again. The only time
in my stolen life that I know I was fit and ready to find, identify and
exult all possibilities and miracles.
Chip, chip, chip - I think I am almost there - AGAIN!
~(Wave)~
In Oneness, for we are all a mother's child.
Respectfully submitted by Doug Lewis,
(a.k.a) WaveWarrior, WW to my friends * VBS *
At the site for sore eyes http://bigwave.ca/~doug_lewis
A World the way a World should be!
Guardians Of The Temple Of The Flame (view on a separate page) (more articles about literature)
Author: Lady Tia (all articles by this author) The Contest for the poet of the New Millennium continues, and my e-mailbox
is open for your creations, our dear spiritual authors. The deadline is
set, however, for January 20. The responses to participate in this celebration
of divine poetry, I must say, were truly beyond my expectations. I just
hope that you, readers, will be as enthusiastic in your voting as us, poets,
were. Remember, a prize - a real one - awaits one of you as well.
Entry number five is the poem written by our Tiamat, the Priceless
One.
Guardians Of The Temple Of The Flame
(ode to the three)
Out of the vastness came the light,
where space and time ceased to exist.
And all the sounds came together
though quite muffled they were.
Of one consciousness all things sprang,
And there I stood, greeted by the three.
The three representatives of the fire
surrounded their earthen wonder.
Intense voices were understood by the maiden,
and images of her guardians flashed before her, abruptly.
As the corridor opened, her eyes did widen.
She sat in silence.
Secluded from the physical world,
she was called out into a courtyard.
A light pant in her breath,
she answered the call.
Stripped of the physical projection,
a twinkle did dwindle in that holographic cavern.
Whence she saw there was nothing.
In those other physical projections she found emptiness.
Her walk, matching the rhythm of her music,
She proceeded to a distant location.
Each step grew lighter,
as she herself grew stronger.
She found the glitch in her program...
the light at the end of the corridor.
In her true sights,
came the first guardian.
Her draconian protector, mentor.
And in a flash he had passed.
Next would come her second guardian.
The wolf, a fellow pupil of the mystical and divine.
Ever powerful and influential,
slowly he faded by.
Last cometh the third guardian.
The ultimate one as her intuition had deemed him.
Her deepest love and brightest light,
with an internal blink she missed his departure.
Guardians of the temple of the flame,
She burns brightly
within the cross-section of their passions.
In them,
she saw the faces of countless others
whom had come before,
and would truly come again...
Until the blanket of night
no longer donned the eternal soulfire.
Tiamat
Paranormal Experiences (view on a separate page) (more articles about else)
Author: Saddiq Fard (all articles by this author) These are the experiences:
The first time I was alone in my apartment and heard the sound of water
pouring. It sounded as if someone was watering the plants that sit on the
window behind my sofa, but nothing was there. I tried to ignore it, however
I heard again. This time it was significantly louder. This happened about
8 weeks ago.
The second time, I was sitting on the same sofa practicing guitar chords
and I heard a sound as if someone was flapping my window blinds. I looked
around and saw nothing. I tried to ignore it, but it did it again significantly
louder. I quickly investigated the area behind the sofa and outside the
window. Again there was nothing.
Other two seemingly related incidents:
My fiancee and I heard a huge crash (outside). I looked around out back,
but I didn't see anything. However, about an hour later, lying in bed we
both distinctly heard paper shuffling. She became fearful and asked me
to turn on the light. I turned on the light. As I was walking away from
the light switch. headed back to the bedroom, we then heard a loud clear
voice of a child call my name. The voice sounded familiar (one of the children
that I mentor). Even though there was a child (age 3) in the room she was
sound asleep.
The next day after work one of my favorite house plants looked as if
it had been vandalized. It was severely bent but still in the pot.
The latest incident just happened two nights ago. To make a long story
short - this time a child screamed out "Mommy" and woke us both up. However,
the child was again sound asleep.
CenterPeace (view on a separate page) (more articles about literature)
Author: Karyn Altman (all articles by this author) CenterPeace creates, produces and markets workshops, seminars and travel
adventures focused on holistic health, enhancing relationships and connecting
with inner wisdom. Our mission statement is: CenterPeace, creating experiences
that transform our world, one heart at a time..
Our next event, a full day workshop on past life regression and Shamanism
is 1/22/2000. It's called Past Lives, Future Visions and Shamanic Journeys,
with Linda Adler, LCSW, President of the Association for Past Life Research
and Therapies. It's a full day adventure beyond time and space into past
lives. Location is the Radisson Deauville on Miami Beach, 10 AM - 5 PM,
$75. Call CenterPeace - 305-672-7759, or email centerpeace@mindspring.com
or visit the website (upcoming events listings section) at http://www.center-peace.com.
I'd like to submit my poetry into the contest. I've included one below
and have two others that are listed on my website in the poetry section.
Not An Accident
Surely not an accident
nor coincidence it seems,
that everyone I speak with
has corresponding themes.
Its like things got away from us.
We pedal through our days,
but moments blur together
distorting time to haze.
No matter how we plow ahead
we always fall behind,
because we're never tuned to now
or present in our mind.
Each minute is consumed by next
Time always gets away.
Before we're even out of bed
we've thought away the day!
But when we stop to take a breath
one moment of our time,
to quiet down the chatter
and pause to realign,
we reconnect with who we are
and all the power within
Propelled directly from the light
that ignites our inner vision of
a journey filled with wonder-ment
and guided with such love
extending out to all we meet
and flowing from above.
Yet we don't need a road map
because the path is really clear.
We've never really gone away-
we've always been RIGHT HERE!
So the next time when your feeling like
you day is speeding by,
and time has gone beyond control
you might give this a try...
just STOP but for a minute
inhale and close you eyes
remember you are always loved
and then just visualize,
that you and every part of you
are bathed in glowing light
and let it fill you heart with love
and fill your inner sight,
and see the world around you then
In a new and "present" view
because the gift comes from within-
the present comes from YOU!
Karyn Altman 1/99
{Note: The above poem enters our Poetry Competition under number six.}
The Last War: Chapter Five - De Sade (view on a separate page) (more articles about literature)
Author: Original Six (all articles by this author) Thanks to Tiamat, you are now able to read all the previous chapters
of this novel so far in their sequence at Community X's renewed site: go
to http://www.dreamwater.com/comx/
and click on "The Last War". By the way, for the obvious reasons, the name
of one of the characters is now changed to Alan Rashbi.
A fourth Chosen One joins this suspenseful story-telling. The following
chapter is written by none other than Original Six, alias The Communicator.
Chapter five - De Sade
Time: 1940-something Location: Europe Event: WWII
Through the spiritual eyes of a wounded United States infantryman, the
battlefield seemed hazy. A gray and black impressionist painting of landscape
and tanks and soldiers on a horrible canvas. The spiritual eyes saw the
black silhouette of a German soldier pointing his rifle at the wounded
body but the silhouette did not fire. The German looked to his left, dropped
his rifle to his side and ran away.
"Compassion", thought the spiritual eyes. But if it were truly compassion,
soldier boy was only given a few seconds longer to live, as the spiritual
eyes witnessed the last impressions that the young American would ever
see. The churning, compassionless tracks of a German tank.
Time: Present Location: U.S. of A, southern sector
De Sade knew of some of his past lives. He knew that the same spiritual
eyes that lived and died with soldier boy, were now animating his body,
but so what. "No big deal", thought de Sade, "That was then. Merely residue
from another time".
De Sade is all matter-of-fact, and he wants to become more so. Pure
logic would be his ultimate state of operation. A being on a mission. A
machine. A machine as logical as the German tank that smashed soldier boy.
A machine whose only purpose is to do what is correct. Not correct by most
humanoidal logic. Not correct by twisted, suppressive spiritual logic,
but correct by the pure spiritual logic of original purpose. The original
purpose that, a very long time ago, gave life to the spiritual eyes that
now occupy de Sade.
But de Sade was curious about his past life as an American soldier who
fought and died in WWII. Curious as to how WWII is connected with his present
day mission. De Sade knew that WWII had a spiritual connection. He knew
that WWII was a physical manifestation of a suppressive spiritual directive.
Had de Sade already fought his world war? De Sade wondered if the spiritual
eyes would witness another world war. "Was II the last or would there be
III?", thought de Sade, "or will there be isolated battles, 'little wars'.
Battles covertly fought while most humanoids go about their daily business".
De Sade did know the the reason for the future war. A war that will
be fought for spiritual freedom. He knew that his mission was to regain
the spiritual freedom that he lost a very long time ago, and to help other
beings regain theirs. But at present, de Sade was not spiritually free.
He was very much under the control of suppressive spiritual forces, even
though they no longer have the strangle-hold on him that they once had,
as de Sade is just now in the genesis of his transformation to spiritual
freedom. A freedom-from spiritual suppression. But de Sade knew that freedom-from
was not enough. There must also be a freedom-to. A freedom-to original
purpose.
[To be continued...]
Closing Words (view on a separate page) "Hey, hey, I saved the world today.
?Everybody's happy now, the bad things gone away."
? Eurythmics, reunited
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