Mystics and philosophers were the first Communist revolutionaries seeking to create utopia upon earth. In states of higher consciousness Lucifer will make his presence known. It's up to us if we choose to be lazy and accept him as our ultimate savior.
I was going to put that link about the levels of consciousness!
This was one of Lucifer's minions? I saw beings as well, as a little girl. The first time I was three and saw two angels, was scared to death and wet the bed. Which wouldn't technically have been too much of a surprise for a three-year-old, so no one thought anything of it. The second time I was six. There was a beast that I saw, in the shape of a lion with fiery hair, I had walked up to my room to get my doll so she would eat with me. Or some other toy, can't remember. The lights were turned off and I walked in for just a minute to get her when I saw a lion with fiery hair (literally fire) standing at my window. I froze, maybe as a survival instinct, couldn't move until the lion left. It was terrifying.
I guess Christa went through the path of Magick as well, we all have, but maybe in many different lives. But she's the real deal because she's gone through it all and chosen the proper more difficult path! Koodos, Christa, I would probably have been easily deceived.
"A concert review by the Trans-European Division of the Seventh-day Adventists revealed, "During the period of socialist Yugoslavia, bootlegged cassettes, bearing the signature sound of the Heritage Singers, were the only source of recorded Christian music in countless households. This sound ... became a blueprint for music groups, bands and praise teams across the region."[15]
You are aware that those were not real Nordics aliens, right? They can't be for a very simple reason: their physical oddities would have shown up in medical exams whilst in hospital, and apparently nothing did, after all, Sabina was released two days after the incident.
Is the world as it appears to be, or is there some further reality beyond appearance? Plato's allegory of the cave, from The Republic, is one of the most famous and beautiful expositions of the difference between appearance and reality. Using Socrates as his mouthpiece, Plato argues that empirical knowledge amounts to no more than knowledge of appearances. In fact, he claims, our perceptual knowledge is at least thrice removed: it is merely knowledge of the shadows of illusions of reality.
Finland is the capital of Norway? Um, what? Oslo is the capital of Norway and Finland is a whole other country. With Helsinki at its capital. What kind of an idiot.... *rolls eyes* Come on!
That old movie seems like something created by a dumbo wumbo!
Queen Louisa Ulrika of Prussia, who died in 1782, couldn't have been old enough to do much during the actual French Revolution. Plus she was the queen of SWEDEN and had no ties to France. Interesting! You know, in Spiritist circles such tales are very common, tales of beings from other planets and so forth. And even though they might just seem like the product of someone with mental issues, their effects are in no way benign. It's not so innocent, nothing is so innocent in the end. What use is there for these tales? What use do the demons and principalities that run this planet have for such fantastical tales? A way of slowly brainwashing the people to believe ridiculous stories? Moving into the New Age religion?
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You are a captive in a foreign land, and have long been immured in a
deep, damp, and gloomy dungeon. Sorrow, sighing, and tears have been
your meat day and night. Anguish, gloom, and a fearful looking for of
death, combined with hunger, cold, and a bed of straw, have induced
disease, wasted your flesh, destroyed every energy, and entirely drank
up your spirits. Sentence of death is pronounced against you, and the
day fixed for your execution. The massive walls and iron grating look
down sternly upon you, and rebuke at once all hope of escape.
Entreaties, tears, and the offer of gold and silver have been tried, but
in vain. Effort and means have given place to horror and despair. The
prospect before you is the scaffold, the block, a yawning grave, and a
dread eternity. In this extremity a friend appears, and offers to be
substituted in your place. The offer is accepted. You, pale, emaciated,
and horror-stricken, are brought from your dungeon to behold once more
the light of day. The irons are knocked off from your hands and feet --
your tattered garments exchanged for cleanly apparel -- and a ship is in
readiness to convey you to the land of your birth and the bosom of your
friends. The vital current of your soul, so long chilled and wasted,
now flows again with warmth and vigor; your eyes are lighted up, and
tears of joy burst forth like a flood. But, in the midst of your joy,
you are told of your deliverer. You turn, and behold! the irons that
were upon you are fastened upon him -- he is clothed in your tattered
garments -- is about to be led to your gloomy dungeon -- lie on your bed
of straw, and thence to be taken in your stead to the scaffold or the
block. You throw yourself at his feet, and entreat him to desist; but
when you find his purpose fixed, you finally wish you had a thousand
hearts to feel the gratitude you owe, and ten thousand tongues to give
it utterance."
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hildegard_of_Bingen
This piece was about her visions of the beginning of the Universe. This version is in e minor, if anyone cares at all.
http://www.cosmotography.com/images/supermassive_blackholes_drive_galaxy_evolution_2.html
This was one of Lucifer's minions? I saw beings as well, as a little girl. The first time I was three and saw two angels, was scared to death and wet the bed. Which wouldn't technically have been too much of a surprise for a three-year-old, so no one thought anything of it.
The second time I was six. There was a beast that I saw, in the shape of a lion with fiery hair, I had walked up to my room to get my doll so she would eat with me. Or some other toy, can't remember. The lights were turned off and I walked in for just a minute to get her when I saw a lion with fiery hair (literally fire) standing at my window. I froze, maybe as a survival instinct, couldn't move until the lion left. It was terrifying.
Koodos, Christa, I would probably have been easily deceived.
BeeRing Strait
"A concert review by the Trans-European Division of the Seventh-day Adventists
revealed, "During the period of socialist Yugoslavia, bootlegged
cassettes, bearing the signature sound of the Heritage Singers, were the
only source of recorded Christian music in countless households. This
sound ... became a blueprint for music groups, bands and praise teams
across the region."[15]
Come on!
That old movie seems like something created by a dumbo wumbo!
Queen Louisa Ulrika of Prussia, who died in 1782, couldn't have been old enough to do much during the actual French Revolution. Plus she was the queen of SWEDEN and had no ties to France. Interesting!
You know, in Spiritist circles such tales are very common, tales of beings from other planets and so forth. And even though they might just seem like the product of someone with mental issues, their effects are in no way benign.
It's not so innocent, nothing is so innocent in the end. What use is there for these tales? What use do the demons and principalities that run this planet have for such fantastical tales? A way of slowly brainwashing the people to believe ridiculous stories? Moving into the New Age religion?
Have to brush up on more of this history!