Project X Newsletter Expanded, issue #55April 13, 2001
1. Opening Words - Alexander Aldarow
Opening Words (view on a separate page)
It is amazing how, once we open up to God/Universe, once the cooperation is established, the Universe provides us with everything our heart, mind and soul desire. If you remember, in the last issue I've told you about my encounter with a bhakti of Hinduism. Well, the wonders didn't stop there, as I began receiving various sources of knowledge about everything I wished to understand closer, including shamanism, out of body traveling, and so much more. I will keep you posted about my advances in these areas. Before we go on to the articles of today's issue, there are a few Internet-related messages my friends wish to deliver through the PXN.
An addition to Healing Hands Of Light message from the last issue - the scanned photo of Isis's hand is on http://home1.gte.net/ladyisis/HandsOfLight.htm, many have responded amazingly to the touch of the picture; even I, myself, was successful in directing the energy from the screen to a dear friend of mine, and, indeed, "boosted up" her energy levels. I sincerely recommend visiting the URL, as I've personally witnessed this wondrous blessing in work.
I'd like to also deliver to you all the Cyonic Nemeton's e-group invitation:
Greetings to all PXN subscribers!
Cyonic Nemeton has an unmoderated e-group that caters specifically to thinkers like you! Thought (Psionics) begets Light (Cyonics) which begets Energy (Synapse). We represent a no-holds collective that has no where to go but up.
If you would like to share your visions, thoughts and ideas without inhibition or fear and would like the response of other members -- join us!
And finally, an introduction to Achievement Through Wholeness of Awareness website:
At my site us use illustrated mechanical facts to get you to see the
best kept secret in the universe. Then I show you the smartest thing to
do about it in order to get whatever you want from life. I make no reference
to science, religion, schools of philosophy, or mysticism. All materials
are free to download. Questions and comments are welcome. Hope to
Map Of The Future (view on a separate page) (more articles about else)
A Story Of Amazing Synchronicities Centered Around A "Belt Buckle".
If I could pick a year to freeze in time, that year would have to be
1978. Saturday Night Live; Steely Dan LP's; Disco was at its peak; Jimmy
Carter was in The White House. It was a year of low pressures and high
The Alarming Nature Of The Unknown (view on a separate page) (more articles about aliens)
Part of the alarming nature of the unknown is its mysterious link to the known; I awake each night to a lewd exhibition of the merging. I open my eyes and turn to see the digital alarm clock, sitting on the lamp table next to my bed and see 12:12, and 1:11 AM, 2:22 AM, and 3:33 AM and 4:44 AM. This distresses me so badly, upon awakening, that I cannot think; just a wave of panic that SOMETHING is awaking me, as the calculated odds of awakening each night precisely at those specific times is astronomically impossible. The message intended seems to throw me off balance and keep me wrapped in fearful confusion and lets me know that I am being toyed with but yields no greater insight than to let me know that when I sleep I wander amongst monsters and beasties.
Sometimes after abductions, the interdimentional door, left open, invites the gangster fringe element of the spirit world; sometimes demons are thrown into the equation as spitework for attempts at thwarting abductions. But the unseen sinister world is as real as the nose on your face;
The building, called Harold Hall, since renamed, perhaps stands four stories and houses some eighty families. The basement area is the only place I've encountered, face to face, the entity that followed me home and whom stands gauntly by my bed at night and delivers mind blowing dreams. It stands at the intersection of 92 st. and Fort Hamilton parkway, in Brooklyn, not far from Shore Road, on the Narrows, and abuts the old army base still there, Fort Hamilton Army Base. I know nothing of the history of this building except that when I left, sure that anyone who entered the basement would meet it, it seemed to have moved with me. I am straddling the fence of the twilight zone surrounded by harassing, omnipresent, sinister, psychic, tenacious entities, whose presence fills me with wonder and indignation. Bless you for your patience; the out of body attacks differ from my dreams in their vivid 3D total sensory envelopment and the inherent viciousness in provoking angst, realistic in every way as compared to consciousness. The perspective is waking to find I am asleep, wrapped in delusional thoughts and scenes, dreams so aligned with negative thoughts that the scenarios reveal that they are imposed, by virtue of their worst scenario plots and their vividness. They, whomever these discorporate negative thought entities are, are masters of delusions and I have recognized the raw power of the vividness as more than my murky dream scenarios could ever muster and am convinced we are dead wrong about the nature of dreaming itself. At night, your astral body travels to realms from angelic to demonic, a spirit world of myriad vibrational levels and the pictures you see on the backs of your eyelids, while you REM, are not dreams but visits, souvenirs of a greater reality. Like a goldfish who never suspects a greater world beyond the pond's surface, the limited awareness of humankind floats beneath the surface of a greater reality; groping, mouth agape in total ignorance. Now, that's waxing my verbal virtuosity, dramatically.
Sadly, I've only met sharks, not the porpoises, in the ocean currents of unconsciousness, between 2 and 6 AM and grounding is essential, but, how? As we struggle into consciousness, each morning, a self-erasing mechanism destroys memories of dreams; only vague and vivid snippets remain as clues. But how many people can recall dreams that were not dreams at all? I have recall for hours and days, afterwards of these impositions, unlike the general amnesia accompanying most of my dreams, all of my life. I assure you that I have shockedly unlearned all Jungian and Freudian concepts of dreams; it's only our own language's impotence, calling these dreams; the eskimos have myriad words for snow; we have only one for dreams that often are not dreams which we, ourselves, generate. My experiences, in the extreme, illustrate this indigestible possibility, to me. Paul, God bless you for the chance to ventilate and exchange ideas in this horrid realm; horrid, because that attacks continue and vary in intensity to the point where I have tacitly accepted all I've told you at the risk of denying everything about the mind and dreams I've ever learned.
Description of haunting at night a large black shapeless mass turns out the lights while you are in the labyrinth of mazes hallways en route to storage rooms, in the back, and stands in your way laughing, evilly, there is a terror and a strong wave of hatred felt. Trying to retrace your way in the darkness, back towards the elevator, hugging the walls, brings air blown onto the back of your neck, your name whispered in your ear and your clothing clutched and plucked at by unseen hands. The presence is large and blacker than the darkness surrounding it; you feel a sense of being watched and sense waves of intense hatred which is undeniable. Flashlights fail and dim and blink out when one tries to outsmart its turning the lights out. The six floor apartment building abuts the Fort Hamilton army base, a quarter mile away and is at the virtual foot of the Brooklyn side of the Verrazzano bridge. I have been the supt of that building between 1990 and 1999 and have encountered that entity through my denial to acceptance to raw fear of it. It has intruded into my dreams; followed me into the elevator and into my bedroom to evoke horrid worst scenario nightmares which betray that it knows our minds better that we do; I avoided the basement, neglected my duties there and was subsequently fired by the management office. This building stands at the intersection of 92 street and Fort Hamilton pkwy, in Brooklyn, New York. The psychic attacks continue, nonetheless; I am drowsing over the bathroom sink; half asleep and yawning, supporting myself with my arms an both sides of the sink, tired, still half asleep naked, when something brushes my face and loins, both just below the sink and just above my face, above the sink. I open my bleary eyes and see an enormous conglomeration of festooned fishhooks surrounding me, hanging from the ceiling across the sink; a filigree chandelier of razor sharp connected fishhooks that I've stumbled onto, stark naked, now, with pinching sharp connections at my groin and lip and face that apprise me, quickly panicking now, that I've been deeply hooked in myriad places; intomy genitals, pulling through my lip and my cheek and that to move backwards, in shock or panic flight is to deeply gaff myself further, inextricably and beyond help. I am attached painfully and as I lift my right arm to gently work out the fishhook, razor thin, dozens of others fasten against and bite into my flesh scaring me further into desperation and deepening my angst as I awaken, quickly now, to a gathering sense of panic and helplessness and the hook in my cheek tears deeply into my mouth and the fishhooks, unseen, beneath the sink begin to bite deeper and more painfully into me, I am a marionette impaled from face to scrotum and have wandered unknowing into this macrame of razorblade-like fishhooks some madman must have concocted over my sink in my bathroom. The slightest movement brings sharp painful reminders that I an stuck fast and in a nightmarish predicament I cannot solve as I am screaming, muted for help from my wife asleep in the other room. Opening my mouth to holler I feel the deeper bite of the hook into the deep muscles of my face and I can only growl and moan loudly, aware I won't likely be able to reach her ears with my low moaning and am becoming more entrapped with every movement. Like a monstrous wind chime of dangling fishhooks, I am trapped and my fear level climbs to near hysteria as I awaken, suddenly, in bed. Again I am aware of the imposed horror for ethereal feasting but dazzled at the raw power of the attack; the totality of sensory construction and the viciousness inherent in the scenario. I am beset with demons; negative thought entities who are malevolent and who know our minds much better than we do in projecting telepathic sustained attack. How can you fight something you can't see? The odds of winning in such campaign is probably a lot lower than winning in a lottery or say, a high-stakes bingo game. This was the first of several creative virtual reality psychic attacks delivered, on this night and represent a continued program of spiritual and out of body attacks at the hands of unseen entities who are clearly brilliantly malevolent and tenacious.
Some time ago a friend of my wife's and a group of friends made a trip
to historical sites in the Middle East. During the tour she had a chance
to visit a cave on one of the hills around the holy city of Mecca. Inside,
she was attracted by - she swears it was nothing but - a bright light perched
on the cave's wall, and took a picture of it. When she returned home the
rolls of film she used during the trip were developed. And she was surprised
to see a picture (attached) of a creature she never saw before in her life.
She took the picture and showed it to her spiritual teacher. The ustadzah
explained that it was satan in one of its forms, as was described by her
teacher decades ago while she was still in school. Subhanallah! She made
copies of the picture, my wife took one, and I scanned it for you to see.
The waves of sheer hatred, intense telepathic bursts of raw hatred felt by me in the unseen presence of some of the harassing entities might well echo the demeanor of this clearly interdimentional creature; note the venation of the rock which bisects its waist, like a belt; it is transparent. Again, I am convinced that since a hateful bottom spectrum of the unseen universe exists - I, too, have been grabbed and shaken by demons, large, black and strong as a bull - that a goodness, top-spectrum of the unseen spirit world MUST exist; I have been snuck into faith by the rear door. The last sentence of the letter accompanying this pix was; MAY ALLAH PROTECT US ALL FROM DEVILS. The photo is authentic and, perhaps, the first I've ever seen of ectoplasmic interdimentional evil; note the ears and head area edges, unformed; and the hooves and details of physiognomy. It has been suggested by UK experts that this entity ALLOWED itself to be photographed as the rarity of such photos of such clarity belies the elusiveness of these psychic mindreading sinister entities, I call demons. They are horribly real and as psychic vampires are unparalleled.
The entity that tortured me was tenacious in following me anywhere I
traveled and made a point of letting me know as soon as I was sure I'd
left it behind; doors would lock when I was showering, although I was careful
to leave all doors open; objects would move just within immediate sight
and wild evil dreams at nighttime let me know it was well with me despite
my having traveled far. By all means, use my comments and nightmare out
of body attack scenario as a virtual experience, as well.
Talk to your Spirit Helpers. Call them your Spirit Helpers. Pay attention to the feeling of comfort all within you when you do come in contact. You can tell they are with you when you feel an urge to calm yourself. Then doubt will leave you and you will be able to communicate with them.
Once you have achieved this feeling, you are ready to talk to them and get their help. Talk to them as you would a respected friend or family member. Telepathy or audible language is OK. They will speak to you though telepathy as an understanding or a conversation in which you would swear you are talking and carrying on a conversation with yourself. You will find you are then talking and answering your own questions. It can be quite fast. And you might feel completely foolish. Listen to your first answers, and try not to second guess them. They will be right the first time. There is NEVER any fear attached to talking to your Spirit Helpers. The minute you feel fear, it is no longer them.. Try to reestablish you feeling of comfort to continue listening to your Spirit Helpers. You will most likely get much resistance to your attempts, for such contact with your Spirit Helpers marks a permanent end to the MIS siege. Malevolent Inhuman Spirit; a demon.
Tell your Spirit Helpers what it is you need of them, and then wait. Tell them how desperate you are and tell them to hurry. They will do what they can against the MIS, which is usually an expulsion. I have had a dark entity virtually block my requests and substitute itself for my spirit helpers for years frustrating and confusing me in that my prayers were answered so quickly by it that it set up problems for me and solved them for me without my having a clue. The nightmares and weird tampering of out of body experiences continued unabated, nightly, until I simply asked fervently and passionately for my spirit helpers and told them to act as bouncer at the astral door and to block such evil entities entry; it's the little voice in your head that tells you, when you're sitting at the table, to check the teapot as it must be boiling; it's always been there. Maintaining that conversation, internally and feeling confidence in the subtle exchange is the tandem combo for success against demons and astral alien abductions. We truly come from the spirit realm and return so we can avail ourselves of its power, its internal talking to heaven. Finally, I can explain all these oddities and life's synchronicities and coincidences and abductions, sightings of ghosts and demon induced dreams; we are not people having spiritual experiences; we are spirits having a human experience. I thank God and my spirit helpers for these insights and for help no breathing human could have affected; a good nights sleep after years of harassment, a sense of peace and salvation and protection from the harassment of demons by positive faith and confidence and that god has revealed himself to me, fractionally. I no longer feel goofy depending on spirit helpers and conversing with them; they have produced a miracle, and a miracle is anything that increases your belief in god. Before all of this, I was a confirmed atheist and placed god neatly on the same shelf with the tooth fairy and Santa Claus. I have learned contrary lessons that have illuminated and educated me; I will pass this jewel of help to all who merely suspect; the spirit world is real and goodness as well as evil is as real as the nose on your face, although unseen. Seeing is believing is as much an untruth as, you only live once.
Other insights from raw experiences show me that most people walking around the street have seven visible color halos from seven spinal chakra energy centers; psychics have double; fourteen and hyperspace travelers, alien abductees and people who see ghosts and have alien abductions have three times or twenty-one color globes. Danger exists in interdimentional bleedthroughs when one has more than seven. Problems like mine happen from alien tampering of the spine by careful repeated tappings which activate everything, all at once and one flirts with the beast of madness by experiencing high strangeness in common, everyday events. One sees auras and archetypal symbols surrounding people and can discern disease by looking at color values; worse, three times that number of chakras can allow one to read blueprints of a life and go inside and CHANGE those blueprints, a clear violation of inherent spiritual rights.
Submitted by Paul Schroeder
Extreme Chasm Leaping (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
Reference: "Brain Wave Diary", (03/30/01)
Extreme Chasm Leaping. (From the Old Wisdom series)
Old wisdom tells us, “A chasm cannot be leaped using two leaps”.
The outcome of such an attempt is obvious, the objective of clearing the chasm would not be met. A second need for "leap in air" quickly converts to a rapid descent with certain demise on landing.
Old wisdom is old, because it is forever young.
Failure of human endeavor, in general, can be likened to an attempted chasm leap needing more than one leap to accomplish. What lessons are buried in this particular old wisdom then?
This question seems painfully obvious at first glance… never attempt jumping a chasm beyond the capability of the leap-er. This guarantees safe chasm leaping, every time.
If this is so obvious an observation, why do so many fail in their endeavors? Surely human sentience and judgment is sufficient for realization of jeopardy associated with foolhardy or ill-advised chasm leaps.
Perhaps there is more to the dynamics required in leaping chasms?
Matching a particular chasm to a person's leaping ability should do the trick, but what else could be a factor? What else could explain a high incidence of failure when mitigation of risk seems so easy and obvious?
One thing we cannot change is the characteristic of a particular chasm, so let's say chasms are a constant and do not change.
But wait, chasms can be a variable when looked at as a collection of chasms each with different characteristics, like width and depth. Shallow chasms offer less risk of hurt in the event a second leap is needed. Deeper chasms offer higher risk of hurt but greater reward if the leap is successful. Narrow chasms offer less risk than wider chasms, but less reward if leaped.
Chasms are far trickier than they look perhaps.
Selecting the correct chasm then, seems like a key task, before attempting the leap.
An individual's leaping talent and capability is certainly a big factor and tricky variable in chasm leaping? For instance, how consistent is the individual's leaping form and how are leaping conditions that day? Wind, rain, prevailing wind, sunlight, visibility, direction, footgear, clothing, time of day, physical condition and a list of other considerations take chasm leaping from a casual mundane exercise to one of applied science and prudent study.
Yesterday's leaped chasm can quite likely be today's demise.
Could it be success links to realistic expectation and individual chasm rightsizing? Is it more important to establish desired direction and seek a path of many leap-able chasm's rather than attempting single glory leaps?
One leap per chasm – it is the law. If a leap is made in one bound, as it must be, then it was a correct chasm chosen, the operative word in this sentence, is "Chosen".
Old wisdom does not prevent or dissuade pursuit of success it simply states the obvious. "A chasm cannot be leaped using two leaps".
Oh yes, looking before leaping is an old adage too. May all your leaps be single and in the right direction and for the right reason.
Haste does make waste, and what sweeter taste… success, even when better late than never.
Patience is indeed a virtue… leaper. Just some food for thought *LOL*
Love Light Laughter and WONDER Oh! and small chasms *VBS*
On Having A Mentor - A Lesson from Alexander The Great (view on a separate page) (more articles about guidance)
In a recent biography of Alexander the Great, the author, in exploring Alexander's motivations and driving forces, makes some fascinating observations.
It would seem that Alexander was a devoted reader of Homer's great epic poems, The Odyssey and the Iliad; particularly the latter. The Iliad deals with Ancient Greek ideals of hero, warfare and glory in the context of the war against the city of Troy. Alexander, it would seem, read these stories from an early age and imagined himself to be in the same line as the classic Greek heroes of yesteryear. He was quite obsessive about this poem epic and could recite large sections of it by heart. In fact, he had a special copy made for himself and took it with him on his exploits and conquests of two million square miles of the ancient world.
In particular, his great hero was Achilles, from whom he was said to be a direct descendant through his mother. Throughout his life, Alexander engaged in a sort of rivalry with his hero and sought to outdo Achilles' exploits by his own. He also encouraged comparison between himself and Achilles.
All of this is fascinating from a number of aspects. First and foremost, it is yet another proof - as is repeatedly evidenced by all great achievers in life - that the mind creates reality. In other words, what you dwell upon becomes your reality. Dwelling on a fictional account of heroism and conquest made one man realize that reality in his own life and conquer most of the known world. This was his role model and what he continually fantasized becoming.
Secondly, in so identifying with Achilles, he effectively made him a mentor. This is another common feature of highly successful people. They all have someone they turn to, or seek to emulate.
Usually, that person is alive. Even Bill Gates has a mentor. His name is Warren Buffett; one of the greatest living stock market investors and, like Bill Gates, a multi-billionaire. So if you seek excellence in a particular field, the first thing to do is to try to find someone who already excels in it and try to make their acquaintance and ask that person to be your mentor. If that person is inaccessible (for now), then read their writings, watch their videos and imagine yourself doing the same. Ask yourself what that person would do in each situation. Imagine being that person.
However, if you have no living mentor who will do, you can create one in your imagination as Alexander must have done with Achilles. You can imagine your mentor performing at the level of excellence you desire and then, as Alexander the Great must have done, step into that person's shoes and imagine it is you excelling and leaving the rest of the world behind.
It is so striking that all highly successful people do a huge amount of imagining and daydreaming. Most of us do not because we feel it is a waste of time and achieves nothing. Strangely, enough, it could be the most important thing we ever do. Without it, all our other "practical" efforts could go for nothing.
In conclusion, (a) seek a mentor in your field of choice - either living, dead or imagined - and seek to emulate that person's excellence; (b) imagine and visualize your future vividly and continually. Imagine even the utterly impossible, as Alexander the Great did. If you do, who knows what might happen? Your vision of what is possible might just have to expand a lot to fit a much grander design!
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Planetary Prayer (view on a separate page) (more articles about else)
A Visit From St. Francis
Just a few blocks from my home (along side a neighbor's front porch)
is a 3 foot, store-bought figure depicting St. Francis of Assisi looking
heaven-ward in a state of ecstatic prayer, while at the same time caressing
a young fawn.
(The following is the prayer as it was given.)
With One Spirit: Earth United In Prayer.
We can unite the world in peace and wholeness through the power of collective
prayer. The following is a suggested affirmation and prayer to combine
your prayer intentions with those of the most powerful prayer masters on
earth. Know that all of your personal prayer requests are empowered as
you join in agreement with all of those who are mentioned in the text.
Visualize each group as you follow the steps.
I UNITE IN PRAYER:
With all of my personal prayer partners who I know and trust; for peace, health, prosperity, all blessings and joy: OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With all of the religious who claim the Name of Christ; whether in seclusion or in churches; in groups or in singular prayer: OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With all who seek higher spiritual truths: OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With monks in monasteries in the highest reaches of the Himalayas, tropical temples, and the faithful along their path; OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With the masters and all who stand at altars; who lift their prayers with the sweet smoke of incense; OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With the countless millions of believers who gather at the River Ganges; OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With all of the faithful who live in The Way Of Peace; who answer the call of Muhammad; OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With all who look toward Jerusalem; who abide in the covenant of Moses. OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With the shamans of the American deserts, forests, tundras, and plains who dwell in union with The Great Universal Spirit: OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With the mystics of the world's jungles who have learned the wholeness of Nature and Spirit; OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With the magical elders of the Outback who harness Nature with music and chant; OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With the wise masters of the Pacific islands who dwell within the wholeness of All; OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With all who look to the worlds of other stars as the origin of our collective heritage and faith; OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With those who know that All Life is One in Spirit, and that Spirit is One in All Life; OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
With all of our loved ones who have traversed the veil; who abide in the fullness of Light: OUR PRAYER IS ONE, LORD, HEAR OUR PRAYER.
We are One; united in The Light of The Universal Christ within, surrounding, and enfolding us. OUR PRAYER IS ONE, AND SO IT IS.
Please forward and share this prayer affirmation. We can send these prayer intentions around the world to create a shield of Light for peace, health, prosperity, wholeness, joy, and well-being for all of the children of earth.