Man Changing into Thunderbird VI of VI

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Oil on Canvas

© 1977 Norval Morrisseau

Provenance: The Leitz Collection,

Art Gallery of Ontario.

http://www.ago.net/

Love these works especially more so as they have been recently relocated within the gallery; they are better displayed now.  A true shaman of the first order, Norval Morrisseau.

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The Prophet/Seer of Philae.

temple_of_isis river nile

These next dreams were rather lucidly focussed on the astral plane.  Clearly, it is safe to say that I had straddled the spiral arms of time and visited a past-life milieu and encountered a most fascinating individual. 

I don’t for a nanosecond think that this man was a past incarnation of mine.  However, his skills as dreamquester were truly phenomenal. 

Too, I think that it is safe to say that he had been tuning in to one of many Lunar rovers currently on the Moon.  This was an immensely insightful dream. 

At the time, I was recently habituated in Montréal and the dreams were had the day after the morning after my first birthday celebrations in Montréal where I passed the night in a hot ménage-à-trois with Eric Dubois†: a second old soul scholar in acceptance – yum zum and Jean-Yves de Gamache†: a first mature artisan with icky internally abrasive overleaves and a martial arts expert – run!   Sensuality and acrobatics made for a memorable combo that night. 

Thus whilst sexually spent but grounded, the Moon traipsed through Leo and my third house on Sunday, August 3, 1997.  The dreams were readily audiocassette-recorded on tape two hundred and thirty-three and are to be yet found in Volume XXIII of my XXV volume dream opus. 

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Sweet dreams and don’t forget to push off and start flying.  I love you more. 

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Apollo 15 Lunar Rover

At nighttime, in this the first dream, I saw a large book which was channelled insights along the lines of Michael – the causal plane-channelled entity.  The last paragraph on the left page dealt with the true historicity of Earth.

There was a visionary who was able to crack the code from seven thousand years ago.  He was extant in 5000 BCE.  He was able to cast light on something which had a date from the 20th century.

His was a revolutionary discovery as it was about something connected to the Moon or another of the planets.  Perhaps, this had to do with the Pathfinder gear on Mars.

He was able to do this, for looking intently at the planet, by picking up information that transcended time.  I, for one, was somewhat at a loss as the planet in question was quite intensely blue-white.

Perhaps, this is how the Moon looked back then… who knows.  Indeed, perhaps, the Moon was once a water world unto itself.

Too, maybe the post-industrial revolution age had caused a distortion in Earth’s upper atmosphere that created a vastly different appearance of the Moon.  Perhaps, Mars did look this way as recently as 50,000 years ago but that this was being distorted in the channelling to indicate 5000 years.

This was the hazards of channelled data no doubt.

*Although, with the recent findings on Mars, it is very likely that the time in question was really five thousand years ago.  The recent discoveries point to Mars having been, in recent times, a water world.

Further, since the Temple of Isis was built by the Ptolemies it is safe to assume that this likely occurred during 500-50BCE rather than 5000BCE.  END.

However, the planet in question did though look very much so like the full Moon.  He was able to hone in on the planet when full and use his exceptional visionary skills to ‘see’ things across time.

I thought from his magnetic personality that this man was undoubtedly a priest soul.  When ‘seeing,’ he could move forwards and backwards in time.

For so doing, he was able to pick up on something on the planet which had a date inscribed on it.  The object was some sort of machinery.

In great detail, he had described the vehicle which was in essence a lunar module rover.  The date ascribed to it was from the 1970s.

The description was truly phenomenal.  What was interesting about it all was that for being an habitué of the 20th century myself, I knew that his channelling was accurate.

He was seeing something that would have been left on the Moon between 1969 and 1973.  Clearly, he was on.

This man was quite revered during his age.  To him, it meant that on ‘that world’ it was the year nineteen seventy-something.

This to him meant that it was an advanced age.  This, however, led to the concept that all time is simultaneous.

All that one had to do, to ‘see’ into and through time, was get into the right expansive state of mind.  For that reason, I wondered what it would be like to see 1900 years into both the future and past of time from the present age.

This would, of course, have been possible using the high psychic shamanic skills that the visionary used.  As I thought this, the last paragraph of the left page suddenly came to life.

The page bled intense pure white light.  Soon, I was up on a plateau looking down at either the temple of Queen Hatsheput or the massive temple erected by Pharaoh Ramses II.

Needless to say, it did look as it did during the life of the great visionary.  This man was truly shamanic and, of course, also a dream master.

The structure was in much better shape than at present.  There was a prediction, soon after my arrival here, of a massive earthquake that would unearth one of the greatest finds in history.

This find would cast light on the true heritage of the so-called ‘red-skinned Egyptians’.  With that, there was then great activity.

Looking below, some three hundred feet or more, I saw the earth as a massive quake occurred.  By this point, I had been hovering in the air above the plateau whilst the prediction was being made.

For that reason, I was not affected by the massive earthquake.  The steps of the shrine and much of its façade explosively crumbled.

From the earth bled blinding white light as on the page, earlier, as things became actualised.  Then a great warrior in full archetypal battle gear rescued a tiny dark stone.

The stone was a sculpture which looked as though made from no stone ever seen before on Earth.  I intently listened as the stone was said to be a statue of Isis.

Then it was mentioned, by the seer, that all past totems attributed to her were incorrect.  This little bird was like a tiny falcon or eagle.

The iconic statue was then victoriously held aloft by the priestly archetypal warrior.  The seer then announced that with its release, all the years of bondage would end.

With that, I began reciting the Egyptian names in their true tongue which sounded distinctively African.  This I did whilst the black stone totemic bird was raised aloft by the warrior-priest.

Soon after, it was released by the warrior-priest and came to life as it was tossed aloft.  This was a truly magical moment.

Into the blinding light, the awakened bird directly flew skyward.  The light originated from the spectacularly white Sol.

Indeed, it was not hard to have looked directly at the Sun; it was as if some seven times brighter than the full Moon but platinum-white rather than its current blinding intensity.

Simultaneously, I experienced the most exhilarating release as the bird was set free.  Even though I was hovering in flight, it felt very much so as if I was travelling seven times faster than when in flight just a couple of feet above the glistening surface of the ocean at high noon.

This was such an intense experience that the dream simply bled fast forwards into the next.

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Photo: Temple of Isis, Philae (Aswan) Egypt.

Apollo 15 Lunar Rover Vehicle NASA.

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White Canoe.

White Canoe Peter Doig

Oil on Canvas

200.5 x 243.0 cm

©1990-1991 Peter Doig

Gosh but I love this artist’s works.

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