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Project X Newsletter Expanded, issue #42

July 26, 2000

1. Opening Words - Alexander Aldarow
2. Dreams and Visions - Lynn
3. Why You Don't Prosper - Lady Isis
4. Old Mother Shipton's Prophecies - Mark Andrews
5. The End of the World - Michelle
6. The Water - Dian Nicholson
7. Asylum of The Undead: Part V - - Mark Andrews
8. Closing Words



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

Warm greetings, my friends.
Interesting curiosity occurred. If some of you may recall, in the newsletter # 31, the reader Richard Harter has responded to a dream I published two issues before that, about Chinese flag and the A-bomb. Well, this connection through the newsletters continued, as I received an e-mail from Gary Casler:

"I was reading in issue #30 (I think) about a dream that someone had had in which the Chinese flag had appeared. Reading about that triggered my memory about a dream I had several months ago. I only remember part of it....
I found myself in a prison camp with a large number of other people. There was a lot of disease among the prisoners and there wasn't much food or water. At one point I approached a guard, who appeared to be Chinese, and asked for help with some particularly ill people. He turned to another guard, said something (in Chinese) and they both laughed.
I don't recall anything after that.
The meaning of this? I don't know. Is it prophecy? I think that a lot of prophecies are visions of possible futures, NOT the future that will be."

But, if I'm allowed to digress further, let's ponder for a moment. At this point of time, being here and now, "surviving" the most drastic prophecies by Nostradamus and the like, can we still state that the nearest future withholds a grave disaster for us all? In your opinion, will there be a war? Between Russia and USa, the Arab countries and Israel, China and the West, do you suppose something of this scale will take place? Lately, I tend to disagree, I believe that the world has progressed, that we, the human race, are actually smarter than that. There are possibilities for conflicts and tragedies; still, will millions and billions die, because a mad tyrant will push the red button? Or, in more prophetic tongue, will there be a war "between good and evil", or are we past that point? I would really love to hear your free opinions on this, and we will compose them together and publish in the issues to come.

What is in great danger today, however, is the Nature. The same Mother, the cradle where our kind was nourished and raised, is ruined and desecrated by its sons and daughters. I know, I know, there are too much told and discussed on the ecological issues, and this is a spiritual/paranormal e-zine... Still, don't you think that Nature is a spiritual being as well, an all-compassing soul, that currently suffers by our enterprises? Maybe the A-bomb won't fall any longer, but the damage done to the environment is harsher and crueler. We must take responsibility for the dying green world, and this is no vain slogan.

On the lighter side (sorry if I sort of depressed you with the previous passage), we are announcing an opening of a spiritual gallery on Project X website. Unlike in previous competitions, this time everybody is a winner, as your creations (preferred themes: nature, beauty, spirituality in general, UFOs, and so on) will be exposed to our visitors... and even will be used as postcards! Yes, we will soon replace the current postcards page with YOUR original art. Send the images of your pictures, in JPG or GIF format, no more than one or two of your best. If the file(s) surpasses 100 Kb, try to compress it with a WinZIP, or reduce their volume with any graphic software. Or even better, send me the link where you file is. Don't forget to e-mail me the picture's/photo's title, your name and the address of your website, so that we will fully acknowledge you in our gallery. Thank you in advance!

Well, these are the personal issues I wanted to mention, before we move on into the central part of the newsletter, an excellent collection of articles by our devoted readers. I will see you in two weeks, my friends!


Dreams and Visions    (view on a separate page) (more articles about dreams)
Author: Lynn    (all articles by this author)

1. This was astral work done by myself and two friends...

We were communicating with beings on a Ouija board a number of years ago (late 1992), when we were asked to come to the aid of one of them. A couple of beings had gotten pulled in through a portal of sorts, a man-made one that was running loose around our town. Myself, I was not "seeing", so was relying on the eyes of the other two, and this it is written in his {Sebastian's} words...

"As I am going deeper {into alpha-state, bright flares of "energy" manifest. Following to the source, I found several beings creating intersecting circles (with Lynn {me} at the crossing point of at least three circles) around a "rip" in reality and space, to a nether world. Nothing appeared to be crossing over to "our" side, but the impression of a vacuum was felt. The rip may have been caused by the juxtaposition of the 2 nexuses in our region. We were given direction by the being who asked for our help, and I passed these over to Lynn who was going blind into this. She was to project a sphere of energy around the rip to contain it so we could repair the situation or let it repair itself maybe. When the rip was repaired, we moved to one of the two nexuses (land-locked ones), Lynn commented of a build-up of power. Then we attempted to open a door there {oak with brass trim and a green cast}. Lynn was asked to focus her power, and she projected it into a silver sphere with a line. From there she shot a line to her animal helper. She then pulled the sphere within herself, but kept a life-line to her animal helper from herself. The key to the door was with Michelle {other person involved} and I {Seb.} unlocked the door. Another animal helper helped hold it open against the pull of the vacuum. The first animal helper went in, and after a period of time it used the silver line as a guide and as a source of further energy to complete the task of retrieving the two beings who had gotten pulled into the vacuum originally. The door was then closed and the situation returned to normal."

2. Dream from Dec. 1994

I was with a young man and an older Native man. We were trying to determine how to get past the barriers of another person, in order to rescue 2 others (one was hurt, the other maybe dead). I saw a man with a wolf mask... he was the one responsible for the whole situation. As he walked past his discarded mask, the mask came to life --- the man had shapechanged. I pointed this out to the old man, and then the three of us (old man, young man, and myself) shapechanged as well. We followed this other man... the "evil" man. At this point, I was completely as a wolf... right down to the senses and perspective... everything. The "evil" person turned and attacked the old man. I said the words "SHAMAN FORM" and instantly became human again (myself, but different somehow still). I could see and feel myself glowing with light and energy. I then used a beam of energy on the "evil" man and changed him back to human form. While all of them stood there surprised, I fired a strong beam of energy towards the old man, enveloping him. I then apologized to him for the strength of the beam, saying it was needed. Once I was done that, I grabbed the "evil" man in a choke hold or something like that, and made him release his hold on the others, which he did.

3. Alien dream...
Feb. 17, 1995

I was in a small room, about the size of a basic bedroom or so. It was myself, and three or four others. I was looking out the window, and we were about five floors up or so. I could see clouds, and stars and tiny planets. Suddenly, one of the planets was up close and easier to see. I saw a row of beams hitting that planet. I absently began explaining the planet, when everything was suddenly closer, as if they moved or we had. I could see the colours and the laser beams (?) as the many ships fired on the planet and on other ships. I stood there in amazement and asked the others if they saw the same things. One of the people said something about a major connection with Minneapolis. Then this tiny ship and robot-like being flew in the open window (it was only 2 inches big or so). He said he had to determine if we were "worthy" of knowing what we were seeing. I remember seeing what I think was the main Pleiadian ship. I could see ALL the ships on both sides of the battle... it was Pleiadian warships against some unknown force. After the little alien robot being left, I realized that what we had been watching was essentially the universe in the sky...

4. Interesting dream... just after been given possible Mayan or Aztec artifacts...
Jan 11, 1998

I was in some chamber that seemed to be within one of the ancient Aztec or Mayan pyramid/temples. We were gathering up everything that could be removed and packing it into boxes to be loaded into vehicles for taking away. Four of my friends were among the people there. The total number of people and vehicles made for a caravan about 6 vehicles long. We made a stop along the way for food and my two best friends expressed a concern for the removal of these things. I explained that these items would be better off and safer within the confines of a museum, then where they had been due to looters, etc. They didn't seem to believe me, though.

Lynn
May Beauty unfold from within... so that the Light of Truth may shine clear for all to see their way.
http://www.ancientsites.com/users/Roca_SpiritTalker


Why You Don't Prosper    (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Author: Lady Isis    (all articles by this author)

As long as you see "lack"... there? will be lack. As long as you "want"... you see lack. As long as your pray "for" something... you see yourself as not having it... lack. Instead of praying "for" something give thanks for already having it and sit back and watch it manifest. You are the Creator of "Your reality." You can create it anyway you choose.

As Archangel Michael once told me when I asked him about my hitting the lottery or some big win fall.? "If you want to be a millionaire live like you are one."

I have found you don't need to "have" a million dollars in order to have not only what you need, but? what you want. What's more you don't even have to always "buy" that which you want. All you need do is stop counting pennies, which I used to do a lot of, and instead thank the Universe for supplying what you need or want.

I recently put out to the Universe an order, so to speak. I have thanked the Universe for supplying me with a laptop computer, to make my life easier. And I know someone out there has one they no longer use, someone who wants to donate it to a good cause... ME. LOL. I thanked the Universe for supplying this as I know somewhere, someone will have it laid upon their heart to supply it and I have no doubt it will manifest. This is how things work in my life and have since I began rewiring my thinking process.

So try it! What have you got to lose? Nothing. But you have a lot to gain. After all, WE ARE ONE WITH ALL THERE IS... and that means abundance is yours already.

Namast?,
Isis
Visit my web sites at:
T.O.T.A.L.
http://members.tripod.com/~Lady_Isis/
The Circle Of Light
http://home1.gte.net/ladyisis/index.htm




Old Mother Shipton's Prophecies    (view on a separate page)
Author: Mark Andrews    (all articles by this author)

(this was forwarded to us by Mark Andrews, as a follow-up to the Third Secret of Fatima)

Hello Alexander,
I really believe that there is much more to the Third Secret Prophecy than we were given on Monday.
I also feel that the attached prophecy comes closer to the message of the Third Fatima Prophecy.
Thank you for doing such a wonderful job with the newsletter!
All Blessings,
Mark
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Here are some interesting prosaic (not Prozac) predictions from the famous British prophetess, Mother Shipton.
Her style is a lot like that of Nostradamus in that she delivers her predictions in a poetic style. I think they're a little easier to understand than those of Nostradamus... I suppose partly in the fact that they do not have to be translated from French.
Most interesting to me is that a Renaissance woman could have such a pronounced vision of the arrival on earth of an extraterrestrial space craft.
"Klatuu, barata nictou."
Mark
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From UFOTruth mailing list - http://UFOTruth.listbot.com :

"And before the race is built anew
A silver serpent comes to view
And spew out men of like unknown,
To mingle with the earth now grown
Cold from its heat and these men can,
Enlighten the minds of future men"

To intermingle and show them how,
To live and love and thus endow
The children with the second sight
A natural thing so that they might
Grow graceful, humble and when they do
The Golden Age will start anew"


The End of the World    (view on a separate page) (more articles about literature)
Author: Michelle    (all articles by this author)

The angel, saint, or savior
has come to save the day,
or merely warn us;
it's time to pray.

Go back through time
and learn from the past.
The end is the beginning
and it's coming fast.

Lessons learned,
yet never applied.
It was us,
to whom the devil lied.

If no good exists,
is it worth living?
All is taken.
No one is giving.

Have faith in goodness.
Turn on your light.
Those to be saved
are those who shine bright.

Fading away into darkness,
not what I have in mind.
To not see the end coming
you'd have to be blind.

The murders and stealing,
all the corruption.
Is it hard to see,
it's leading to destruction?


The Water    (view on a separate page) (more articles about else)
Author: Dian Nicholson    (all articles by this author)

It was one of the hottest days of the dry season.
We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through. Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain soon... we would lose everything.

It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my six-year old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort... trying to be as still as possible.

Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed.

Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walk carefully to the woods, run back to the house. Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen... as he was obviously doing important work and didn't need his Mommy checking up on him).

He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked; being very careful not to spill the water he held in them... maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing sight.

Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him... he didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn laying on the ground, obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand.

When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree. I followed him back to the house; to a spigot that we had shut off the water to. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup", as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me. The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn't ask me to help him.

It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him. His little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting", was all he said.

As he began his walk, I joined him... with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job.

I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they were suddenly joined by other drops... and more drops... and more.
I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride.

Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. That miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can't argue with that... I'm not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm... just like that actions of one little boy saved another.

This is not one of those crazy chain letters... if you don't forward it to anyone, nothing bad will happen to you. If you choose to forward it, you won't receive any riches in the mail. I don't know if anyone will read this... but I had to send it out.
To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon... But not before showing me the true face of God, in a little sunburned body.

Sent to "Hebe's Family Forum" (hebesfamily@listbot.com) by Dian Nicholson


Asylum of The Undead: Part V -    (view on a separate page) (more articles about else)
Author: Mark Andrews    (all articles by this author)

[continued from the previous edition]
Ghostly Encounters at Central State Hospital
copyright 2000
A true account by
Mark Andrews

Part V
?????? "Side-effect psychics"

PSYCHE = "Mind"
The ancient Greek word "psikae" has many present-day English derivatives and applications.
At the time of Aristotle and Plato, whether you were to use the power of mind to add two and two to get 4 ( or to close your eyes and "remote-view" events as they happened thousands of miles away ) either event would be a working of the PSIKAE. And one event would be considered as natural as the other.
There were, then, the "oracles" - seers trained in the natural human ability to employ telepathy, precognition, clairvoyance, and all of the other higher-mind functions that we now regard as "psychic".
Even the pragmatic and logical Spartan military would not venture forth into battle without first being assured of a favorable outcome of victory by their regimental oracle. ( One of the secrets of their highly acclaimed success. )
In our Western culture, we have been trained and conditioned away from the fuller functions of our consciousness. Through ages of Church inquisitions and the glorification of Newtonian physics ( and its hard and fast 3 dimensional world-view ) we have accepted the "party line" that we are the unwitting captives of a cold, mechanical universe; void of consciousness, and without feeling toward all manners of life - its accidental evolution.
The Church ( Protestant and Catholic ) has always found it most expedient to ignore the greatest part of its followers psychic potentials; and to quickly squelch such emergencies as having been prompted by the Devil - and thus an abomination to God. Oddly, when such abilities can be applied to bolster clerical control of the masses, they are readily acknowledged. ( Silent prayer is mankind's greatest daily use of telepathy. )
The area around the Mt. Jackson burial ground is a fertile atmosphere for the awakening of psychic energies. And when noted that psychotic patients are generally far above average in their psychic talents, ( due to the the more randomly spread patterns of brain-wave impulses ) you can imagine the amazing levels of metaphysical perceptions displayed by the CSH residents.
Doug was another one of those mental patients who certainly did NOT look or act the part. He was from a wealthy family, and always took great care to look his best. He had a very pleasant personality and an award-winning smile. He was THE most sought after male in the Bolton Building. As one of my co-workers put it, "If that guy wasn't crazy, I'd be loadin' him up and takin' him home!"
Doug and I shared the same "quirky" sense of humor, so I came to enjoy the sometime hour-long conversations we would have over a pack of cigarettes. ( And always all MY cigarettes! )
He could function so well on the outside that he was rarely denied a weekend pass off grounds. I had a very small basement efficiency apartment on the East side at the time. One Saturday afternoon I walked out the front door of the building and ( tah - DAH ) there was Doug! ( I had not told him where I lived ) "Hey, Mark,", he smiled, "I THOUGHT I'd find you here!", - - "Well, c'mon in." I tried to be courteous.
Good ol' Doug spent the next 2 hours with me, bumming smokes and coffee and talking about the weather and his (many) failed romances. Doug showed up at my doorstep several more Saturdays after that, so I decided to just not tell him when or where I would move.
I took another very small efficiency apartment of the South side; relieved that I would not again have to baby sit Doug and his rather expensive caffeine and nicotine addictions.
Following one of his weekend passes, Doug caught me in the hallway of the Bolton Building:
"Hey, Mark, I see that you moved!"
"Yep".
"Where did you move to? Down on the South Side?"
"Yep".
"Near Fountain Square?"
"Yep".
"On Morris Street?"
"Yep".
"In an apartment house?"
"Yep".
"Is it 7-0-7?"
"Yep".
"Is it in a little bitty apartment upstairs?
"Yep".
"Well, I guess you forgot to tell me. Good thing I asked, huh?"
"Yep".
"Well now I can come over and have coffee with you, huh?"
..."Yep".
??(more to follow)


Closing Words    (view on a separate page)

"Is there anybody out there?..."
- Pink Floyd, "The Wall"

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