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instruction manual for the key of life

said to be able to transform a human into an angel

cathars...book of love...book of john

exceptional band....exceptional song...thank you

the 'accidental' death of Pistorius' girlfriend was the day after he posted about an accident being a signal of more incoming. anyone mentioned that yet?

sorry if that has been mentioned, late to this thread

Damn, thanks for the heads up. I'd better go through all 24 pages again with a fine-tooth comb..

If you can breathe different air to everyone else and learn the language of the birds
amazing things can happen

Im certain we discussed this on x thread or maybe it was marko?

indeed

I'll try and find it then.

G'day mj, ltns.

hope all is well.

what strikes me the most, is all of these "gaspers" desperate for "info" but on delivery, they wont listen.


Guy's its gonna go like this; both Christ AND Asmodeous are gonna judge ya.

have a nice day.

Roger that.

thats it ss...no hiding behind the arcane..lol...Imagine Asmodeous putting ya through th e3rd degree with Christ going, "Gee, you never told me that"

cue "wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Oh yes, Citizen Perth...how about you go and sit on fukishima. We will remember ya.

like a fart in a lift.

Language of the birds is a reference to Solomon, who by the way, is in deep doo doo.

lol, I love your comments. Like a fart in a lift, lmao.

What does 'no hiding behind the arcane' mean?

Hiding behind the arcane...well..these guys who are masons shriners etc, well they have their ways, their "out".

This is why I wrote Hills and Valleys. It goes like this; Asmodeous was presented to Solomon in chains. He was quested then, to hold up "Jacobs Ladder", but also, to be the scapegoat, cast into the desert to atone for the sins of the brethren.

They have limited powers of "magick" and are therefore "immune" from karma and judgement...until Christ steps in and "saves" his brother Asmodeous....see...."Satan" is a mere thought entity, a lie, a fear inducing mechanism....but Asmodeous, he IS scary, so is Christ, whne they are together.

The renting of the veil, is just that...the demolition of the lies.

As I have said for years...."There was a binding, a twything and an obfuscation."

Anyway, that is why the "checker board" the masons loe is portrayed as such....looks nice, but is a BIG FAT LIE.

Oh yes, Solomon, why did you kill your sister Tamar?

And who has the Shamir?

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Thanks FS. Very interesting.

Why did he kill her?

Whatyoutalkinbout, Willis?

Damn, you really think someone has it?

It would be so small. I remember it was kept a certain way but how do you think its kept today?

What are you talking about someone having?

Shamir

Fuck. Shut up.

I have pictured it looking like a small blade of brown grass...but idk

because she was the protector of the waterfowl who was the gaurdian of the shamir. When she saw the smoke and mirrors ruse to entrap the fowl to drop the shamir, she intervened and was slain.

Solomon...was a fool, an indolent womanising braggart.

Anyway, this;


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Rockclawfoot and the old Hermit stood aloft the craggy pinnacle. Together they surveyed the formenting clouds of mists gathering at the foothills.
They had debated, long into the night as to the best outcome.
Wine had been poured, tears and laughter poured forth in unison as the tales of old were sung.
Answers were few, there was little left to be done, except observe, retreat, observe, retreat.
The Old Hermit looked into the aethers and sighed deeply. In spite of it all, he held a measure of satisfaction, as he knew he had done, all he could.

Rockclawfoot stood silent, his chest barely moving as he stood watching the stars above and the mists below.

Ashes flew from the fire into the dark starry night as the old Hermit prepared a simple meal. A potato each, and an onion. They were getting old and both knew that it would not be long, until the maiden of dawn came with her siren call.

The old Hermit carefully gathered his scripts and gathered a few items of interest, perchance a hapless wanderer should happen upon the dry cave at the hilltop.

He laughed dryly as he knew that that which was of import had been written on peoples hearts; the parchments were as ever, of little use, without the elixer.

Those whos hearts had been touched however, knew well of the hidden quotient.

For it was Love.

Not some dry powder...

Rockclawfoot ushered a soft laugh at the olh Hermits ways...but the old Hermit was well respected by Rockclawfoot for his wisdoms and counsel.
They would sorely miss each other, but it was decided to part ways...for a time.

Rockclawfoot had brought some items for perpetuity as well.

He had brought seeds and leather, a polished stone and some other everyday items.

He too hoped, that should some hapless wanderer find upon this cave, that they would understand...


A simple life.

So, the two who had seen so much together, were to part, and would simply shake hands and walk away, into the mists.

A new destiny.
Both were adept at leaving no traces, except those they wished a spoor to carry.

It was a remote sight, viewed from afar, to see two such stalwart companions part.

They paid no mind to any consternations.


Gabion came forward, such a dauntless and noble steed.

The old Hermit dug into his bag and pulled out a fine bag of gold and gave it to Rockclawfoot.

Rockclawfoot, his eyes full of tears, tied the bag to Gabions neck and uttered a word, choked with emotion.

The Old Hermit uttered an invocation and without ceremony, Rockclawfoot slapped Gabion on his rump and said "Away my friend, to green pastures anew, when I call you, come"


The mists in the valley below cleared to a beautiful sunny day and the three were not seen or heard, again.



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Wild, isn't it?

According to the Tobit, the Shamir was one of the "Ten Articles of Creation" created by the Eholim after the Friday.

Along with the Shamir, there was the gift of Mathematics, music, writing and some others.

The Shamir was however unique; it had the ability to cleave any stone, to etch and was the hardest thing known.

It was kept under the custody of the waterfowl.

I will ask you to cast your mind back to the days of King David.

David had spent years amassing cedars, stone and pillars, marble and gold for the Temple, unto which "God" would enter.

Queue Solomon.

Quite the guy; 600 wives and a sister, Tamar...

So, Solomon had seen the need for hostelry for his wives and used all that David had provided for construction of the Temple.

The mages were impatient; "Sire" they admonished, "You must start this building"

Solomon ignored them, for he was smitten with one Sarah, and was busy writing his songs.

Tamar was a quiet lass and was seen often on the banks of the river and held no great regard for the affairs of court.

You may have heard of the "honey pot" and "no sugar in the wine"...allow me to introduce Asmodeous.

Now...Asmodeous was the King of the demons, and allow me to elucidate.

The "demons" work alongside the Angels and always have, always will.

So, as was his want, Asmodeous could come from Heaven to earth and would often advise or admonish as was his pleasure.

Solomon finally acquiesced to build the Temple and so the blueprints were brought out.

There was considerable horror to realize that the edict "No stone tools to be used"...remember, Solomon had already wasted the squared blocks David had provided.

There was a dilemma.

The wise men had heard of this wondrous "Shamir" and a plan was hatched to procure it.

Asmodeoushad the knowing, but he wasnt known t be affable when "told". You may have heard the term "smoke and mirrors"...more on that later.

Asmodeous always slaked his thirst at a favourite well ans it was this well that Solomon covered in a very strong wine.

Asmodous drank and was cast into a slumber. He was then presented to Solomon in chains.

He gave Solomon his ring and also instructed Solomon how to procure the Shamir.

Along the riverbank Tamar was splashing and carefree when she noticed two vagabonds enter the area where the waterfowl nested. She saw them place a mirror on the nest and saw them light a fire under it.
The bird took to flight with the Shamir and dropped it onto the mirror wherapon it was placed in a leaden box with a woolly lining. The Shamir was no bigger than a grain of wheat.

Tamars cries were heard; she was slain.

So...The temple, is, was and always will be an accursed place.

There was a binding, a twything, an obfuscation.

Solomon of course lived out his days and was remembered well...but not accurately.

Asmodeous, on the other hand, had to hold up Jacobs Ladder, and be the scapegoat, castigated and cast into the desert, always having to return on dusk.

Tamar, sadly remains a forgotten victim, she rests with the Sisters of the Southern Cross.

But that is another story.

This is why the world is so unfair and biased toward the inner clique.

It will not stand forever.

Asmodeous stands with Christ and together they will come.


Cheers.



ADAMANT:

This term occurs three times in the Old Testament (Ezek. iii. 9, Zech. vi. 12, Jer. xvii. 1), and is used as a translation for shamir. Although no definite idea can be gathered concerning the identity of the substance intended from these passages, it is possible to determine its nature and the uses to which it was put. A very hard substance is clearly indicated in all the passages, and in Jer. xvii. 1 it is compared with the engraver's tool of iron. In the two other passages it is used figuratively to express an unyielding, stubborn, and defiant spirit. The diamond can not be meant by Jer. xvii. 1, for the diamond was not used for engraving by the ancients, and indeed it is doubtful whether the diamond in its polished form was known to them. The substance used for engraving was corundum (Petrie, "Pyramids and Temples of Gizeh," p. 173), and this is probably intended by the "adamant" of the Bible. The reading "adamant" in Ecclus. xvi. 16 is evidently wrong. It does not give any intelligible meaning, and in the manuscript discovered by Schechter, the Hebrew reads "for the sons of man" ("Wisdom of Ben Sira," ed. Schechter and Taylor, 1899, p. 10, text). The Talmud, explains Shamir as a miraculous worm that was used in engraving the stones on the breastplate of the high priest, and according to a widespread legend which became known to the Arabs, Solomon was assisted by this worm in the building of the Temple (So?ah, 24b, 48b).

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A Marvel of Creation.

The shamir was the seventh of the ten marvels created in the evening twilight of the first Friday (Ab. v. 6; comp. Pes. 54a; Sifre, Deut. 355; Mek., Beshallaḥ, 5 [ed. Weiss, p. 59b; ed. Friedmann, p. 51a]), and it was followed, significantly enough, by the creation of writing, the stylus, and the two tables of stone. Its size was that of a grain of barley; it was created after the six days of creation. Nothing was sufficiently hard to withstand it; when it was placed on stones they split in the manner in which the leaves of a book open; and iron was broken by its mere presence. The shamir was wrapped for preservation in spongy balls of wool and laid in a leaden box filled with barley bran.

With the help of this stone Moses engraved the names of the twelve tribes on the breastplate of the high priest, first writing on the stones with ink and then holding the shamir over them, whereupon the writing sank into the stones. With its aid, moreover, Solomon built the Temple without using any tool of iron (comp. I Kings vi. 7; Ex. xx. 25; Tosef., Soṭah, xv. 1 [ed. Zuckermandel, p. 321]; Soṭah 48b; Yer. Soṭah 24b). The shamir was expressly created for this latter purpose, since it ceased to exist after the destruction of the Temple (Soṭah ix., 10; Tosef. xv. 1).

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This is why Christ and Asmodeous are depicted having a conversation at the door of the Roslyn Chapel. It is also why Asmodeous is depicted inan "Atlas Shrugged" pose.
It is also why the following holds true: For all is fair in love and war, and where there is no war, there is peace at heavens table.

Aaand then we have this:



The land had seen more weather than any.
Yet it held, such was the substance of the massif below.

Journeys of survival, and peril were epic, and yet the peoples lived in harmony and joy.

They hunted with Spirit and Love.

They had not a concept of atavism, or the bloodlust as the recoil hurts like a bitch, but you pretend it dont.



They sang to the Mother amd Blessed the Father with their Wisdom and Understandings.


Quarrels were seldom and few, and were met without fear or favour.


The Vast Ranges towered north with their hues of sky blues with striking contrasts of rainbow hue.


Striking north these wildly coloured Ranges lead by crow, to the vast inland sea, which covers mile upon mile and is 45 feet below sea level.

It is now known as Lake Eyre.


The sea was a haven of the calls of the birds as they visited along the paths of their migration.



Pelicans waded in Peace and their young were safe.

Trees flourished and all manner of numbat, kangaroo, wallaby, quoll and thylacine went about their business, as they too hunted in Spirit and Love.






Then the feiry mountain landed north of the inland sea and there were great waves.


The pelican flew until he could fly no more and thylacine vanished, except a few of wise leant.


The earth shook and convulsed day and night and Spirit was the only safe refuge.


Rock drawings will show visitations of refuges

or at least the fostering of refuge.






Meteors rained down and hard, all elemental and of material not seen before on the land.


The waves continued. the feiry rocks continued, then came the rain, a scorching burning rain and melted those feiry rocks and they became as grains of sand.


There was no life, except in Spirit, for a long long time since the feriy rocks hit Gondwana and thrust itself under the inland sea deep and strong the impact caused a rift in the keepers of the below th earth


The sea dropped away and was consumed by heat and turned to cloud.



The rain became less acerbic as time unwound from the stars

The earth stopped shaking and rivers formed new courses.


Spirit was pleased.



Soon the skies cleared and old seeds became in life.


Sprouts of green were soon abundant over the broken desolate land.

The waves subsided and the moon held her course and soon the wind had taken the ash high and high and Spirit was pleased to be home.


In time, a long time passed and on a day the thylacine came forth from his cave of wisdom with his wombats and kangaroos and numbats and quolls and platypus and emu.


The green shoots which were now had a maturity of some time and they had shed seed

Spirit was pleased.






soon spirit was longing for the wanderings of the great land, and smoke was asked for.




The receeding floods had left sedimentary alluvial deposits in vast concentrations and Spirit saw an ore so fine and it was as of clay.


Spirit kissed the clouds and caused it to fall upon the ochre


Such was the Love of Spirit for the Earth, and the abundance of creation, where nothing was taken without Spirit and Love, and all things were given freely, that Spirit kissed into cloud a power, to bless and nourish th e tender green shoots so the kangaroo and koala could feed so Spirit could walk again on Gondwana.


As the abundance returned Spirit again kissed cloud and said, go to th epatch of ochre and pour down your Love, and into your love, I give life.





Spirit said to cloud, before you kiss life into that simple fine ochre I will you fly across all lands and see where th e pelicans are, but before you go you must kiss te fiery rock and quench it and while you are there and about find me some precious metal.


Cloud flew high and cast eyes for pelican he was found high away in the company of bears.

Cloud flew and found many many precious metals, and poured Love Wisdom and Peace onto th efeiry rock

and Spirit told th efeiry rock to be still and we will bathe you in reds so fine and purples and mauves violets and blues. And your Power Uluru always known

The Rock was content, the cloud flew and saw many shoots of plants and many vast plains of grass and shrubs



A plover sang "allis well all is well" and ladybirds cleaned the nests.







Spirit and cloud were one

kangaroo and thylacine were one

feiry rock and wave were one

all was Spirit






Spirit sang cloud home and asked, "cloud what did you see?"



Cloud told spirit, of the plover, of the bears kindness to the pelican, of the fields of Green and Spirit was pleased.


And tell me of the precious metals said Spirit for I need some in the clay.

And cloud told Spirit of the metals and Spirit said to cloud, "Be many and wild" and a great flood was formed and Spirit washed those ores and salts of platinum, silver, nickle and gold in a yellow wash Over the bed of ochre clay.








And Spirit said to cloud,"enough" and the sun shone and grasses grew to th eheight of an emu

Spirit was pleased and said to cloud


Fly cloud and find a people of peace


and cloud flew and flew and flew and flew


and Spirit grew and grew and grew and grew

and Spirit was happy


Cloud came home after a long hot time

where the grasses had faded and browned

kangaroo and pelican shared and survived

they were happy to see cloud return

but cloud hung high and did not send her rains


Spirit said to cloud, where are th e people of peace


Cloud said to spirit she has come


And Spirit poured Spirit Love onto the bed of ochre with ores so rich washed over

and Spirit called to cloud and said cloud Give th e life of dhe who came unto this ochre


and so OchreRainChild was borne of Spirit and Love and Cloud and Spirit said cloud, show me your might and clousd saod to Spirit I shall build a House of Pillars of Light to house OchreRainChild





And Cloud flew and found She who would come and asked her "will you come"

She who would came came in Spirit in cloud and Poured her Love and Grace onto the clay


cloud wept and poured onto th e clay

Spirit was happy


A moon, a moon, and a moon
3 times
and then a cry of a babe



Lights played forth north and south and so it was that OchrRainChild gazed upon this majestic Earth.









And Spirit was happy.


and so it was and so it will always be.







And to those on the foothills and are weary...sit a while...enjoy the view and watch the clouds scud across the skies.

We are, where we are, so sometimes, in the stillness of an unhurried mind, we may just "be"


So, while we are on the subject, or more truthfully, while I rattle on about obscure ancient stuff and Love, whats it all got to do with anything anyway?

It's too doomy out there to even try to fathom whats going on, so, how is blathering on about Love, gonna change anything, anyway, and who cares about the ancient stuff, though, as an old buddy once said, it is mildly interesting...

Of course, lots of it boils down to














, a bit of guess work...

A willingness to drop ascribed values and see things at their core. So, old Solomon...what a dude...Man if ever there was a bling daddy it be him.

Now, dont get me wrong, but well, what a mess...

See, if, and this is a big if...if Solomon had been of let us say, a more temprate, more dumure type, not so fond of the filly, if I may propose, then he would not have been giddied by his exalted position.

David, of course, had been thourough and diligent in his acquisition of his cedars and stone.

But when David ceded to Solomon, or presumably, David died??Schloars..Theologians..Scribes..Tell ME!! scream; Solomon had 900 wives to house.

Now, if it were me...but no..a farmers approach is unseemly..so of course, Solomon spent 13 years and no small measure of his fortune, to build Palaces, presumably to keep the wenches apart... I knoweth not....

Am I allowed a smile?

Ok...
so when thetime comes to build the temple..he is, sadly, a day late, and more than a dollar short...

It is a fascinating story which underpins much of the Roslyn Chapel and the Dacinci Code "mystique"

So...900 wives...





"happy valentines day you lot":whitrose: the Old Hermit was heard to mutter grimly, then; "Gabion...get me thyn ass out of here!!!!

coconuts galloping furiously....



oh yes


"To Song"








Now, I do have a point, to this argument I am about to promulgate.

It hinges on love, unrequited, then unabashed, and leads to all sorts of mayhem...

Ancient riddles are much more fun than cats eys and balls of string..dontchya think?

Anyway, her name was Sarah..all those years go..a lissome waife, to be sure...


We have a story with poisoned wells, tricked demon kings, smoke and mirrors, what else? scapegoats and atonement...big story...


One might say, the story of the ages...


Funny, how Christ said, let him who has eyes and ears...

Good to see you old friend. I really hope you are well.
May i ask how you are?
maybe im beggining to speak in the language of the birds and only those that can can hear...
You are right though.. i have been more clear than i have ever been maybe.

I do not agree with your very last part though, even though it is slightly correct in my opinion but not directly.
Once again, more than extremely good to see you.

5 stars and now im going to enjoy this moment

Brother, I am well, thank you. I seem to have developed a resistance to the dreaded mgllns, so that is good. I will fight "it" and "it's" associated entities as long as I am able. LOL..yes, my theology may well be scewed, but when you look at the Rosslyn Chapel and Christ and Asmodeous in deep conversation, I tend still to hold these convictions.


We shall see.

Hope taht you too are well and in good fettle, though it seems you are.

I am interested in recovering that treasure.


I BET it is in Tasmania. (Tasmania being an anagram of "I am Satan"..kinda cute really)


But of course it will be hidden behind a rock wall where the waters have unnaturally risen.

I ma thinking Lake St Claire, not Lake Pedder....

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