Calling LIGHTWORKERS! A Meeting Place !

Clear as mud S.B

You mean they always ride in your butt?

Youre either with Arch Angel Micheal or with the Dragons.
God.....how hard is it to get, why is Arch angel Micheal pictured holding a dragons head down with his foot, cmon people Dragons are malevolent sheesh!!!

Karri, which book are you quoting here?
For thousands of years, people all over the world respect, honor and cherish power of Dragon.

Dragons of Fame: Araiteru (Āraiteuru)

Araiteuru (Āraiteuru)

Alternative Names: Arai-te-uru
Type/Species: Taniwha
Origin: Maori (Māori) Mythology, New Zealand

History: Araiteuru (Āraiteuru) traveled from Hawaiki, the mystical homeland of many Maori (Māori) groups. Some accounts have Araiteuru (Āraiteuru) traveling before the waka (ship) Mamari, and other accounts say that she escorted the Mamari on its voyage to its new home.1 Another source claims that Kupe, a famous travellor, left Araiteuru (Āraiteuru), who was one of his pets, to guard the harbor as the south head.

In whichever manner Araiteuru (Āraiteuru) arrived at the new island, she made her home in the area which is known today as the Hokianga Harbour. She arrived to her new home pregnant, and she gave birth very shortly after her voyage. She had eleven taniwha sons, all of whom turned out to be rather competitive in nature.1 Her eldest, Waihou, boasted that he could burrow farther than any of the others.2 Upon hearing his claim, she asked all of her children to go and see the country in which they lived, burrowing as far as they could. Then, they were to report what they had seen.2 Each of her sons made a journey, but not all of them returned to tell the tale. However, they each left behind essential aspects of the Hokianga Harbour and surrounding geography as part of their borrowing quests.2

Today, Araiteuru (Āraiteuru) lives in a cave to the south of Hokianga Harbour, where any passerby can see the heavy surf breaking across the bar. She is the guardian taniwha of the region, companioned with another taniwha named Niua / Niwa / Hiwa, who lives to the north of the harbor.1 Locals make sure not to bother or anger Araiteuru (Āraiteuru), for she has been known to raise storms or even wreck traveling water vessels on the bar over her cavern in response to provocation.1

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Thanks Canis if nothing more at least I don’t feel like a dud dog owner, the other two are fine but the husky? She’s so wild. I will try the sausage reward though.

When she came to me she weighted only 17 kgs as an adult (and she’s tall for her sex and breed), I could see every bone even under all that hair. You would think after such terrible neglect she would love food, but that’s not the case, she will fight over it, and she will protect it but she still has days she just won’t eat it all. Thankfully she’s in better shape in any case which I guess is the main thing. She loves fish, never tried sausage though, Ima gonna try.

Happy Friday peoples

no, smarty pants. They cover my ass.

I will shock you even better, I AM Archangel Michael. So are you. It is ALL ONE. Go figure.

"why is Arch angel Micheal pictured holding a dragons head down with his foot?" --because the painter was politically correct.

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The year of the Dragon

1904 * 1916 * 1928 * 1940 * 1952 * 1964 * 1976 * 1988 * 2000



The Dragon personality

The Dragon is a creature of myth and legend. A symbol of good fortune and sign of intense power, the Oriental Dragon is regarded as a divine beast - the reverse of the malicious monster that Westerners felt necessary to find and slay. In Eastern philosophy, the Dragon is said to be a deliverer of good fortune and a master of authority. Therefore, those people born in Dragon years are to be honored and respected.

Well now there's wisdom, methinks. Everyone is different, so it only makes sense that it's not aggreable for all who try it.

So much of the weed debate hinges on anecdotal experiences and highly subjective personal opinions.

As was pointed out, the THC receptors may vary by individual. Diffent blood types carry different traits. I would even say things can change over an individual's lifetime. When I gave it up 25 years ago it affected me differently than it does now that I've taken it up again. I suspect that could be attributable to changes in my DNA, changes in the light body or whatever, if that's not being too woo woo.

I shan't comment on the current dragon issue.....that one is entirely too woo woo for me.

Love you guys

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Dragons aren't real. I like the stories about them.

Nah you're not a bad dog owner. At least not on account of the tendency for huskies to take off. ;) You can try a reward system to see if the dog will stick by, but my guess is not. Northern breed dogs like huskies and malamutes are extremely independent dogs, even if you are the alpha they will continually test your status of it. If you have a dog that has a strong tendency to run away, my guess is that you would be best off keeping it on a leash. Ultimately, if a husky wants to take off, no amount of treats or sweet praising will stop it, much less bring them back. A challenge I have had with my dog in training is that often times he wants something much more than a treat, even if it's a nice chunk of meat. It is something inherent in spitz dogs and I have seen many huskies run away forever because of it.

My relationship with the plant is not as long as yours, but I too have noticed how it's effects refine themselves with time.

Kewl.

Yes it’s a problem, my biggest fear is losing her in the forest there are a few mine shafts around and people have lost dogs in them before. Thankfully she does at least lead well and I can trust her not to wrap around the horses legs, she loves going for a run like that, maybe when she’s older she will be better, like 9 years old or something like that :) . In the mean time there is a place I take her that is deer fenced and its huge, I let her go for a run there and she comes back to the house when she’s had enough, I like that a dog can have some free time it’s so unnatural for them to be penned up all the time I feel. The vet tells me it doesn’t hurt them, I don’t know; guess I’m just used to kelpies and cattle dogs.

Yeah especially China. Nice place isnt it, ask any Fau lun gong practitioner. Im not qouting books, this is personal experience. But here is a piece of writing for you to ponder. Hey you know Im not here to control anyone if you guys dont feel worthy to stand in the power of who you are and would rather have a reptilian entity walk in and take over for you, then thats your evolution, who am I to tell you what to do.I myself prefer magic carpets to get around on but if smelly old sulphur and scales does it for ya then good'o!

From The Way of the Shaman by Michael Harner
Chapter 1. Discovering the way
Illustrated by deoxy.org with image credit to The Alchemy Web Site

In 1960 and 1961, the American Museum of Natural History invited me to make a year-long expedition to the Peruvian Amazon to study the culture of the Conibo Indians of the Ucayali River region. I accepted, delighted to have an opportunity to do more research on the fascinating Upper Amazon forest cultures.

Two particular experiences I had among the Conibo and the Jivaro were basic to my discovering the way of the shaman in both those cultures, and I would like to share them with you. Perhaps they will convey something of the incredible hidden world open to the shamanic explorer.

I had been living for the better part of a year in a Conibo Indian village beside a remote lake off a tributary to the Rio Ucayali. My anthropological research on the culture of the Conibo had been going well, but my attempts to elicit information on their religion me with little success. The people were very friendly, but reluctant to talk about the supernatural. Finally they told me that if I really wished to learn, I must take the shaman's sacred drink made from ayahuasca, the "soul vine." I agreed, with both curiousity and trepidation, for they warned me that the experience would be very frightening.

The next morning my friend Tomas, the kind elder of the village, went into the forest to cut the vines. Before leaving, he told me to fast: a light breakfast and no lunch. He returned midday with enough ayahuasca vines and leaves of the cawa plant to fill a fifteen gallon pot. He boiled them all afternoon, until only about a quart of dark liquid remained. This he poured into an old bottle and left it to cool until sunset, when he said we would drink it.

The Indians muzzled the dogs in the village so that they could not bark. The noise of barking dogs cold drive a man who had taken ayahuasca mad, I was told. The children were cautioned to be quiet, and silence came over the small community with the setting of the sun.

As the brief equatorial twilight was replaced by darkness, Tomas poured about a third of the bottle into a gourd bowl and gave it to me. All the Indians were watching. I felt like Socrates amidst his Athenian compatriots, accepting the hemlock - it occurred to me that one of the alternate names people in the Peruvian Amazon gave ayahuasca was "the little death." I drank the potion quickly. It had a strange, slightly bitter taste. I then waited for Tomas to take his turn, but he said that he had decided not to participate after all.

They had me lie down on the bamboo platform under the great thatched roof of the communal house. The village was silent, except for the chirping of crickets and the distant calls of a howler monkey deep in the jungle.

As I stared upward into the darkness, faint lines of light appeared. They grew sharper, more intricate, and burst into brilliant colors. Sound came from far away, a sond like a waterfall, which grew stronger and stronger until it filled my ears.

Just a few minutes earlier I had been disappointed, sure that the ayahuasca was not going to have any effect on me. Now the sound of rushing water flooded my brain. My jaw began to feel numb, and the numbness was moving up to my temples.

Overhead the faint lines became brighter, and gradually interlaced to form a canopy resembling a geometric mosaic of stained glass. The bright violet hues formed an ever-expanding roof above me. Within this celestial cavern, I heard the sound of water grow louder and I could see dim figures engaged in shadowy movements. As my eyes seemed to adjust to the gloom, the moving scene resolved itself into something resembling a huge fun house, a supernatural carnival of demons. In the center, presiding over the activities, and looking directly at me, was a gigantic, grinning crocodilian head, from whose cavernous jaws gushed a torrential flood of water. Slowly the waters rose, and so did the canopy above them, until the scene was metamorphosed into a simple duality of blue sky above and sea below. All creatures had vanished.

Then, from my position near the surface of the water, I began to see two strange boats wafting back and forth, floating through the air towards me, coming closer and closer. They slowly combined to form a single vessel with a huge dragon-headed prow, not unlike that of a Viking ship. Set amidships was a square sail. Gradually, as the boat gently floated back and forth above me, I heard a rhythmic swishing sound and saw that it was a giant galley with several hundred oars moving back and forth in cadence with the sound.

I became conscious, too, of the most beautiful singing I have ever heard in my life, high-pitched and ethereal, emanating from myriad voices on board the galley. As I looked more closely at the deck, I could make out large numbers of people with the heads of blue jays and the bodies of humans, not unlike the bird-headed gods of ancient Egypt.

I became aware of my brain. I felt—physically—that it had become compartmentalized into four separate and distinct levels. At the uppermost surface was the observer and commander, which was conscious of the condition of my body, and was responsible for the attempt to keep my heart going. lt perceived, but purely as a spectator, the visions emanating from what seemed to be the nether portions of my brain. Immediately below the topmost level I felt a numbed layer, which seemed to have been put out of commission by the drug—it just wasn't there. The next level down was the source of my visions, including the soul boat. Now I was virtually certain I was about to die.

As I tried to accept my fate, an even lower portion of my brain began to transmit more visions and information. I was "told" that this new material was being presented to me because I was dying and therefore "safe" to receive these revelations. These were the secrets reserved for the dying and the dead, I was informed.

I could only very dimly perceive the givers of these thoughts: giant reptilian creatures reposing sluggishly at the lowermost depths of the back of my brain, where it met the top of the spinal column. I could only vaguely see them in what seemed to be gloomy, dark depths. Then they projected a visual scene in front of me.

First they showed me the planet Earth as it was eons ago, before there was any life on it. I saw an ocean, barren land, and a bright blue sky. Then black specks dropped from the sky by the hundreds and landed in front of me on the barren landscape. I could see that the "specks" were actually large, shiny, black creatures with stubby pterodactyl-like wings and huge whale-like bodies. Their heads were not visible to me. They flopped down, utterly exhausted from their trip, resting for eons.

They explained to me in a kind of thought language that they were fleeing from something out in space. They had come to the planet Earth to escape their enemy. The creatures then showed me how they had created life on the planet in order to hide within the multitudinous forms and thus disguise their presence. Before me, the magnificence of plant and animal creation and speciation—hundreds of millions of years of activity—took place on a scale and with a vividness impossible to describe. I learned that the dragon-like creatures were thus inside of all forms of life, including man. They were the true masters of humanity and the entire planet, they told me. We humans were but the receptacles and servants of these creatures. For this reason they could speak to me from within myself.

These revelations, welling up from the depths of my mind, alternated with visions of the floating galley, which had almost finished taking my soul on board. The boat with its blue-jay headed deck crew was gradually drawing away, pulling my life force along as it headed toward a large fjord flanked by barren, worn hills. I knew I had only a moment more to live. Strangely, I had no fear of the bird-headed people; they were welcome to have my soul if they could keep it. But I was afraid that somehow my soul might not remain on the horizontal plane of the fjord but might, through processes unknown but felt and dreaded, be acquired or re-acquired by the dragon-like denizens of the depths. I suddenly felt my distinctive humanness, the contrast between my species and the ancient reptilian ancestors. I began to struggle against returning to the ancient ones, who were beginning to feel increasingly alien and possibly evil. Each heart beat was a major undertaking. I turned to human help. With an unimaginable last effort, I barely managed to utter one word to the Indians:

"Medicine!"

I saw them rushing around to make an antidote, and I knew they could not prepare it in time. I needed a guardian who could defeat dragons, and I frantically tried to conjure up a powerful being to protect me against the alien reptilian creatures. One appeared before me; and at that moment the Indians forced my mouth open and poured the antidote into me. Gradually, the dragons disappeared back into the lower depths; the soul boat and the fjord were no more. I relaxed with relief. The antidote radically eased my condition, but it did not prevent me from having many additional visions of a more superficial nature. These were manageable and enjoyable. I made fabulous journeys at will through distant regions, even out into the Galaxy; created incredible architecture; and employed sardonically grinning demons to realize my fantasies. Often I found myself laughing aloud at the incongruities of my adventures. Finally, I slept.

Rays of sunlight were piercing the holes in the palm-thatched roof when I awoke. I was still lying on the bamboo platform, and I heard the normal, morning sounds all around me: the Indians conversing, babies crying, and a rooster crowing. I was surprised to discover that I felt refreshed and peaceful. As I lay there looking up at the beautiful woven pattern of the roof, the memories of the previous night drifted across my mind. I momentarily stopped myself from remembering more in order to get my tape recorder from a duffle bag. As I dug into the bag, several of the Indians greeted me, smiling. An old woman, Tomás' wife, gave me a bowl of fish and plantain soup for breakfast. lt tasted extraordinarily good. Then I went back to the platform, eager to put my night's experiences on tape before I forgot anything. The work of recall went easily except for one portion of the trance that I could not remember. It remained blank, as though a tape had been erased. I struggled for hours to remember what had happened in that part of the experience, and I virtually wrestled it back into my consciousness.

The recalcitrant material turned out to be the communication from the dragon-like creatures, including the revelation of their role in the evolution of life on this planet and their innate domination of living matter, including man. I was highly excited at rediscovering this material, and could not help but feel that I was not supposed to be able to bring it back from the nether regions of the mind. I even had a peculiar sense of fear for my safety, because I now possessed a secret that the creatures had indicated was only intended for the dying. I immediately decided to share this knowledge with others so that the "secret" would not reside in me alone, and my life would not be in jeopardy. I put my outboard motor on a dugout canoe and left for an American evangelist mission station nearby.

I arrived about noon. The couple at the mission, Bob and Millie, were a cut above the average evangelists sent from the United States: hospitable, humorous, and compassionate. I told them my story. When I described the reptile with water gushing out of his mouth, they exchanged glances, reached for their Bible, and read to me the following line from Chapter 12 in the Book of Revelation:

And the serpent cast out of his mouth water as a flood

They explained to me that the word "serpent" was synonymous in the Bible with the words "dragon" and "Satan." I went on with my narrative. When I came to the part about the dragon-like creatures fleeing an enemy somewhere beyond the Earth and landing here to hide from their pursuers, Bob and Millie became excited and again read me more from the same passage in the Book of Revelation:

And there was a war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels. And prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven. And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels with him.

I listened with surprise and wonder. The missionaries, in turn, seemed to be awed by the fact that an atheistic anthropologist, by taking the drink of the "witch doctors," could apparently have revealed to him some of the same holy material in the Book of Revelation. When I had finished my account, I was relieved to have shared my new knowledge, but I was also exhausted. I fell asleep on the missionaries' bed, leaving them to continue their discussion of the experience.

That evening, as I returned to the village in my canoe, my head began to throb in rhythm with the noise of the outboard motor; I thought I was going mad; I had to stick my fingers in my ears to avoid the sensation. I slept well, but the next day I noticed a numbness or pressure in my head.

Huarmi Nahui by Pablo Amaringo from the Gallery of Usko-Ayar art
I was now eager to solicit a professional opinion from the most supernaturally knowledgeable of the Indians, a blind shaman who had made many excursions into the spirit world with the aid of the ayahuasca drink. lt seemed only proper that a blind man might be able to be my guide to the world of darkness. I went to his hut, taking my notebook with me, and described my visions to him segment by segment. At first I told him only the highlights; thus, when I came to the dragon-like creatures, I skipped their arrival from space and only said, "There were these giant black animals, something like great bats, longer than the length of this house, who said that they were the true masters of the world." There is no word for dragon in Conibo, so "giant bat" was the closest I could come to describe what I had seen.

He stared up toward me with his sightless eyes, and said with a grin, "Oh, they're always saying that. But they are only the Masters of Outer Darkness."

He waved his hand casually toward the sky. I felt a chill along the lower part of my spine, for I had not yet told him that I had seen them, in my trance, coming from outer space. I was stunned. What I had experienced was already familiar to this barefoot, blind shaman. Known to him from his own explorations of the same hidden world into which I had ventured. From that moment on I decided to learn everything I could about shamanism.

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hi fellow dudes and dudettes:)

namaste'

and hugs:)

expecting miracles:)

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THE YEAR OF THE DRAGON, 2012
01/23/2012 - 02/09/2013 (Water)

According to the Chinese Zodiac, the Year of 2012 is the Year of the Dragon, which begins on January 23, 2012 and ends on February 9, 2013. The Dragon is the fifth sign of the Chinese Zodiac, which consists of 12 Animal signs. The Dragon is a creature of myth and legend. In ancient China, the celestial Dragon represents an emperor and power. Today, it is the ultimate auspicious symbol signifying success and happiness. May the celestial Dragon bring great good luck to everyone.

Weed is relaxing 4 sure, a nice way to forget the world and stresses of day to day life. And yea we have receptors in our brains, so what. Weed makes your aura appear a lovely mustard brown and weakens yer etheric feild. Long term use can lead to mental imbalances, anxiety, dillusional behavior, psychic attack, depression, nice dark bags around the eyes. I never met a Rasta that looked healthy.The oil gathers as a nice black sludge in a little cavity at the back of the brain.
It is said to have sprung from the tomb of King Solomon ( dodgy)
A friend of mine makes a tincture from 70% alcohol and a nice bud, then uses the drops under the tongue basically like flower essences. Sure, I wont turn down a spliff but I know it isnt good for you. Go ring your nearest psyche ward and ask them how many patients are in there due to pot induces psychosis.

Go ring your nearest psyche ward and ask them how many patients are in there due to pot induces psychosis.


The curse of Hydro - and weak minds.

Why don't you do it for us doc?

I'm too fucked up to care that much.

A whole lot of fear going on in your world, Karri.

I dont think so buddy.

Maybe you do. The pic of the dragon and the leaf was made for me by a gentleman named Pupp many many years ago, it belongs to Earthbound Misfit. As to dragons sitting on houses , giving people bad dreams, tis not that way in my world , I have had 4 ethric dragons on my land boundries for over a decade and they have provided saftey, from negitive forces from the outside. They have no desire to morph with our DNA, and as to reptilians, they don't even come into it. I am glad tis not a personal attack, I never thought it was, and Ive never been one for fluffy pink anything, as to Tolkiens Smaug dragons, please. To calling them in - to late they have been with me all along. Peace to you

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Therefore Bear -you are also a dragon - so why would you - eat self -


Dragons are good, I like mine lightly saute with garlic and some mushroom.

You don't have to prove my point.
I am not your buddy.
I AM you, but not your buddy.

I do it all the time. That's the way I keep nice and trim.

I have heard of good ones, but to just call any dragon in without defining good or bad would be a mistake. I have taken on the shape of one , flew up to a dark dudes house and flamed it violet( lots of dark energies scurried out onto the street where I vaporised them).Kind of fun that.But most of the time around here they are malevolent. Of course they dont bite the hand that feeds. The pic your friend made you, funny that.Art imitating life. We all find out the truth in the end.See the difference is, you guys are speaking from opinion, I am speaking from experience.Majority of dragon entities are evil and they do sit atop houses and cause nasty shit to happen and they do feed off the fear they foster in dreams, thats my knowledge and it has been shown to me.My allegiance is to Arch angel Micheal, where else would it be so when I see you lot on the far side riding your dragons, dont be suprised when the forces of light come along and wipe you out and I will be there alongside my angels kicking your asses back into the pit MOFO'S!! Have A nice day

I know youre not my buddy, I was being condescending you twat!!!!!

I AM also aligned with Archangel Micheal and the Legions of Blue , and I dont speak from opinion, I do not see the seperation you see and live. I will agree to disagree. Peace to you.

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