Terran: It feels like much has transpired since our last comms.
Thor: TERRAN INDEED. AND MORE. IN HUMOUR. THOR.
Terran: Is there anything you can share or are ops still ongoing?
Thor: TERRAN. ALL IS FLOWING. NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS. ALL CREATE NOW. WHAT DO YOU DESIRE? THOR.
Terran: What I desire is an open question, desire flows from expectation of potentials and one’s understanding one’s own being. The later is still unfolding for me. And my understanding of personal creation and how that works when others are in the mix is incomplete too. I remain in gratitude for each moment, and find joy as I watch this planet being freed.
Thor: TERRAN. AND YOU BEGIN. THE REST IS “WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE”. FEEL ME? THOR.
Terran: I think so.
Thor: TERRAN. OUTLINE THE SKETCH. THE DETAILS WILL FOLLOW. THOR.
Terran: How is Riggolt?
TERRAN. THE LAD IS WELL. ALL ARE WELL. THE DISTANCE SERMS GREAT. YET HEART IS INSTANT. THOR.
Terran: I can feel your strength and vitality tonight. That is new for me. Subtle perception upgrades abound. I’ve kept my inquiries to a minimum because in many moments I didn’t need to ask.
Terran: I’ve also felt many expeditions that could not be spoken of before their completion.
Thor: TERRAN. YES. THE “EXPEDITIONS” ARE WINDING DOWN. “NEGOTIATIONS” SUPPLANT “ CAPTURES”. “THE WAR IS OVER”. THE “FILM GOES LIVE AT 11”. NOW. STEADY. AND ALL IS PERFECT. THOR.
Terran: Elena Danaan and Megan Fox have been relaying accounts from Thor Han and crew which feel genuine to me. At least from the perception of those particulars. That has been encouraging news.
Terran: Any idea WHERE the party will be? When?
Thor: TERRAN. THOSE DETAILS TO FLOW.IN GRATITUDE. THOR.
Terran: Thank you Thor!
Thor: TERRAN. A PARTING VISUAL. IN APPRECIATION. THOR. END.
Terran: Go for visual
Terran: A snowy mountain ?
Denice: (visual is for you alone)
Terran: (feels like Image not yet fully received)
Conversation between Martha and Jai
Martha: Do you and Thor (or anyone else) visit?
Jai: THOR IS ON "TOUR" AT THE MOMENT. NOT A CELEBRITY OF SORTS. YET A ROLE MODEL AND SOUGHT AFTER STEWARD.
Martha: Terran sent a Dr Salla new post about how the “Federation” had captured some “tall greys”.
Jai: NOT SO MUCH FICTION AS YOU WOULD "IMAGINE". AND "CAPTURE" IS A STRONG WORD. "NEGOTIATIONS" IS BETTER.
Jai: THERE ARE MANY BEINGS/SPECIES/RACES NOW ENFOLDING INTO THE NEW WITH LESS GUSTO THAN OTHERS. YET ENFOLDING.
Terran note: Xerxes refers to Denice as “the hostess”
Xerxes - A short vignette
October 5, 2021
A DIVERSION PERHAPS FOR OUR HOSTESS? A SHORT VIGNETTE OF THAT WATERFALL AND SWEET WATER STREAM SO MANY AEONS AGO?
I SHARE THIS IMAGE. SHE WAS OLDER. LONG BROWN TRESSES LOOSLY FLOWING AND CAUGHT IN THE SLIGHT BREEZE. SHE WAS LOOKING DOWN AT HER FEET. I DID NOT HAVE THAT VANTAGE. THAT VIEW FROM HER EYES.
MY EYES WERE LOCKED ON HER THROUGH THE GREENERY. THE FOLIAGE FLUTTERING IN UNISON WITH HER IMMACULATE HAIR. HER GARB WAS A PALE ORANGE. NOT THE COLOR OF A RIPENED PEACH YET NOT AS SUBTLE AS THE HEART OF A PASSION FRUIT.
YES. WE HAD THE LUXURY OF BOTH FRUITS IN OUR ABUNDANT ORCHARDS. THOUGH YOU MAY NOT FIND A SOURCE EXTERNAL TO THIS TELLING.
I WATCHED. I HAD BEGUN THE TURMOIL OF MANHOOD. YOUTH WAS FORSAKEN NOW. I OFTEN WANDERED TO MY HIDDEN REFUGE AFTER THE RIGOROUS TRAINING WITH BROAD SWORD.
YES I JUMP FORWARD. IN PART TO ENTICE MY HOSTESS TO CONTINUE. THE SCENE OF THE WATER STIRRED A MEMORY FOR HER. THOUGH NOT SHARED HERE.
I CRAWLED FORWARD. SILENTLY AS IF I WAS A HIBERNATING SNAKE. SLOW BUT WITH PURPOSE.
I LIFTED THE BRANCH OF A SMALL OAK. SYCAMORE. IT MATTERS NOT THAT PARTICULAR DETAIL. I CAUGHT THE SCENT OF HER. FOREIGN. DELIGHTFUL. UNLIKE THE WOMEN OF OUR COMPOUND. UNLIKE ANY FEMALE I HAD EVER MET.
HER FEET WERE BARE. I DID NOT HAVE THE MOMENT TO SEARCH FOR HER SANDALS. THE HEM OF HER GOWN WAS SOAKED IN THE STREAM. DARKER THAN THE REST. A SMALL THIN SWAFT OF FABRIC DANCED WITH HER BROWN LOCKS. BUT NOT IN ANY RHYTHM I RECOGNIZED.
SHE HUMMED A TUNE. SOFTLY. ELEGANTLY. SWEETLY. TO SAY SHE SOUNDED OF THE ANGELS WOULD BE FOOL HEARTY. ALL BEAUTIES SOUND LIKE AN ANGEL WHEN THE YOUNG MALE HEART FIRST FALLS UPON ONE.
I WAITED. I WATCHED. MY HEART LEPT AS SHE SLIPPED THROUGH THE SOFT WATERS AND UP AND OVER THE OPPOSITE BANK.
SHE WAS GONE! AND THEN I WAS AFTER. THERE WAS A NOISE FROM BEHIND. I DID NOT TURN TO SEE THE MAKER. I ONLY MOVED FORWARD. INTO AND ACROSS THE SMALL EXPANSE OF COOL WATER. UP AND OVER THE TUFTS OF LONG GRASS.
SHE WAS GONE. IT WAS INSTANT. NOT A SOUND AHEAD TO FOLLOW.
IT WAS FOR ME TO RETREAT TO THE CALL OF MY BROTHERS BEHIND ME THEN. AND I LEAVE THIS MOMENT. THIS VISUAL HERE.
SO I RETURN TO THE YEARS PREVIOUSLY DISCUSSED. THERE WAS SO MUCH LAUGHTER AND LOVE SHARED. AND AGAIN I SAY HOW THE CHILDREN AND THE YOUTH WERE SPARED FROM THE PAIN AND SUFFERING THAT WOULD SOON PART THE CURTAINS OF OUR ADOLESCENCE AND YOUNG ADULTHOOD.
BEFORE THE CALL TO TRAIN. BEFORE THE CALL TO SEPARATE THE WARRIORS FROM THE WORKERS. WE STAYED FIT AND FULL WITH DAYS FILLED WITH MOVEMENT AND WONDERFUL FOODS. NOT A WORRY AHEAD FOR ANY YOUNG BOY OR PERHAPS EVEN YOUNG GIRLS. ALTHOUGH I REITERATE THAT WE DID NOT WANDER WITH THE GIRLS. THE NATURAL SEPARATION FLOWED WITHOUT QUANDRY. IT WAS A SIMPLE DIVIDE OF PURPOSE AND OF PLEASURE.
IT OCCURS TO ME NOW THIS WAS PERHAPS EVEN BY DESIGN ALTHOUGH NEVER STATED. WAS IT THE GUISE OF THE ADULTS TO WHISPER THIS CONVULUTED SEPARATION WITHOUT ADVANCEMENT? PERHAPS. PERHAPS IT WAS THE NATURE OF OUR CULTURE. TO EASE THE CHILDREN INTO ADULTHOOD. TO PREPARE THE YOUTH FOR THE FORMIDABLE FUTURE.
I SHARE THIS THOUGHT NOW. PERHAPS NO ONE IS EVER FREE FROM THE DESIGNS OF OTHERS?
THIS RETROSPECT IS FRAUGHT WITH DANGER THAT SPOILS THE DIVINELY DELIGHTFUL YOUTH OF OUR DEAR PERSIA.
THERE IS MORE. YET I LEAVE YOU WITH THIS IMAGE. IN ALL THAT IS. I AM XERXES.
Terran note: This parable reads to me a bit like a female version of Rumi. The journey of the feminine. Hope you enjoy it. I’ve had it buried in my computer for a few years. Got ignored with all the other things that needed to be done…
SHE AND THE BELOVED...
Posted on December 9, 2017 by Judith Kusel
She searched for her Beloved From the minute she was born Yet somehow he eluded her....
And with it, came a Quest
To know, more than anything else, The hidden Truth,
The Hidden Mystery of Mysteries, That which had no voice,
Was not tangible,
Yet which whispered there
In the deepest depths of her soul.....
She remembered him when she was seventeen In the visions, the dreams
Which came out of nowhere....
She knew his face...
She knew his voice...
She knew him intimately...
Yet, not where she walked
As she searched for him everywhere....
As he eluded her
She searched for the ultimate
In deeper knowledge,
The hunger inside her to know
Was more than anything else...
She devoured the books,
She researched
She prayed for a Higher path
A deeper Experience
Of All-that-is
As she then served
The masses with all that she had... The women...
The children...
The men ....
The paupers and Kings....
It mattered not to her what titles they bore For she saw the souls that were lost
So she became the words of Love
And encouragement
And often through her own tears
She became that light in the darkness
That Word
That Beacon
For she expended herself
Ever in highest service
For she knew no other path
But that of her soul
And highest calling thereof....
Then one day,
all which she had so carefully constructed,
And spend so many hours putting together
All fell apart....
As she saw how her work simply disintegrated
She threw herself before heavens Lamented and ask:
“What is this? Why me? Why?”
And she was asked to let go
Take leaps of faith
And to learn to fly like an eagle
With wings perfectly fit to fly....
And shown thousands out there Needing her to learn to do just that...
So she took flying lessons,
And she dreamed of the day
When she would meet her eagle
And could finally do the mating dance
And they would fly higher and higher And then she would fold her wings, And he would be there, catching her... And then reversed...
And she met her beautiful eagle She recognized his face
And his soul..
It was there in his eyes...
The voice...
It was as remembered
As Energy exploded
Within and without....
But within her was a torrent,
Something she could not voice
And more than this, a deeper and higher calling Which she knew she had vowed to fulfil...
And somehow that calling was bigger
And greater than the sum total of self...
For that hunger inside of her
To know deeper and more
And to return what was lost,
The Mystical call,
Was greater than even him at the time...
So she went and followed that call,
Never realizing until years later,
That indeed it was the call of her soul
To go and do what needed to be done,
For she did not only do this for herself
And the Quest,
But for the greater humanity....
In the midst of this
Love came to greet her
But she was not ready to open her heart and soul To embrace her Beloved
As yet,
For still there were memories,
And deep pain,
Which she could not voice,
Yet had a voice,
It was unspeakable
The pain....
And then,
She had to relive that
And to release it
And more than this
To forgive him
And all men
For the past lives
Had the trauma
Of burnings,
of shame,
of being persecuted To the death and beyond...
And as the releasing came
Something deep inside of her shifted And she felt that deep Love
The longing
To connect once again,
But this time,
Her prayer became the prayer of her soul, To love ever deeper
To have the heart open no matter what
And to experience ever deeper levels of love
And being loved
And More than this
That her sexuality,
Her sacredness as woman
Her Rose
Would open up more and more
So that she could finally love
With all that she is
Without boundaries
Without restrictions
Beyond the beyond...
And she was taken to the Temples of Love In the Sacred Halls of the Divine
And prepared for her Beloved
Anointed with Rose Oils
And with the Preciousness
Which cannot be voiced...
She was shown the beauty
The exquisiteness of her Beloved Him she has loved of yore,
A knight "taking a knee" of fealty to a king as a symbol of obedience,
This is from the No Agenda podcast newsletter. I share it here in full.
There a number of good insights in this article, particularly the “fealty test”, which fits right in to a world everyone knows is run by bloodline families, rather than true democracy. This was the reason they sought to destroy Donald Trump, he was not of the bloodline families. One of the few Presidents who was not. Did you ever wonder why after a President is elected they just happen to have a genealogy going back to a King?
Remember in Game of Thrones when someone swore allegiance to a King? They took one knee. And what were sport celebrities doing the past year as they bent to the whims of China? They symbols were not what they seem, but they were an act of fealty. Vaccines and obedience to the Pharma-media-medical industry complex agenda's with their defective vaccines that don'tconferimmunityhas become another such a fealty test. There is no science in all this, just rabid calls for obedience at any cost.
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Every so often there seems to be a test of the public’s will to check its obedience. As children in once meaningful classes in public school (when I was a kid), we were always taught how the Chinese, for example, could change collective policy overnight because the population did as it was told. That’s why it accepted the "one-child-per-family" rule almost overnight and by edict. This despite the fact that the Chinese people love children to an extreme.
This is the sort of fealty you can expect from a vassal state. And it works. The Chinese people do as they are told.
Fealty is now being tested in the Western world as China begins to dominate world economics and industrial production. The thinking is that this success must have something to do with the submissive public-at-large. A submissive population means more productivity and better cash-flow.
Covid came along and opened the door to mass experimentation of fealty and obedience to the state.
The big test beds are the USA, the UK, Australia, New Zealand, and Canada. These nations, make up “Five Eyes”—the international intelligence-gathering cabal that may even be part of the experiment.
This fealty demand and test was expressed in no uncertain terms by Justin Trudeau in a recent speech to the Canadian public. It was about the “obligation” Canadians have to take the vaccine. His mantra was “do the right thing.” None of the speech was about whether the vaccine actually worked and would protect you, no. It was about the obligation. Biden has a similar demand.
Now it seems that the Five Eyes countries are all doing a different experiment to see what works best. There is enough difference to see how the various populations react.
Within the United States itself, states are implementing different vaccination policies under central government guidance. The states that stray too much from the desired experiment (South Dakota, Florida, and Texas) are considered outliers and marginalized to keep the fealty tests on track.
New Zealand with its zero Covid policies shows the best results with the population agreeing to ludicrous lockdowns over nothing – a lone positive test result, for example. But it is already a quasi-socialist country with a very passive population. You can see China walking into New Zealand and taking it over.
You can imagine the same “walk-in” notion with Australia. This is why there are some security fears. So the as the USA has established bases there, along with promising to equip the Aussies with controversial nuclear subs.
But the Australian fealty experiment continues with onerous lockdowns and demands of Covid vaccinations and mandates. A Resistance has emerged there, the knowledge of which is blacked out by American media out of fear that this information might contaminate the US fealty test, which has fallen into a predictable partisan battle between liberals and conservatives.
What amounts to a sick and cynical situation must end soon.
It’s becoming ludicrous as the number of Covid “breakthrough” infections of those vaccinated rises unabated and as it becomes more obvious that whatever Covid is and wherever it came from, it must pass through the population in some natural way. This is what happened with the 1918 Spanish flu.
That earlier pandemic, if overlaid on today’s calendar, has the Covid crises ending in April-May of 2022.
Meanwhile, the fealty test, to check the obedience of the English-speaking world, needs to be over now. The results are in and they are not pretty for the notion of diverse individualism, self-reliance, and free thinking versus obedience to the state and its media lackeys.
If any damage was done to the population by the experimental therapies posing as vaccines, an apology may come later, or not. There will be a reevaluation of the medical system, which followed centralized rules on how to behave and what to do with patients.
The few outliers (eg. America’s Frontline Doctors) remained in place and complained to a small audience. All these people were kept in check by the rule-followers running social media and other information outlets. So their influence on the fealty experiment was nil.
Ron DeSantis, the governor of Florida, was more responsible for screwing up the test than any doctor prescribing Ivermectin.
DeSantis, along with a few other Republican governors, were not playing along. The media discounted and condemned them all.
The EU also executed versions of the fealty tests. We hear about none of it in places like Russia or Hungary. There is no reporting.
Africa does not seem to be part of the experiment.
The Israeli experiment, where the public fell into line early and followed the rules to an extreme, will be subject to much deconstruction.
How did we do? In the English-speaking nations, we all passed the fealty test, showing our obedience to the state, in general. In some cases, with the reluctant, all it took was a free hamburger.
It could have been better, for sure, but if half the population was ordered to kill the other half, they would obey. Good to know. Stay safe. --jcd
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