I ended my last post, way back on the 30th October, with a question: are you ready to play reality checkers? Apparently, our play session required us to build a circuit between Dean and I, the dogs and cats and the subtle energy organs of the house. I didn’t real-eyes that’s what we were doing until it was complete, but I discovered a few things in the process that you might find interesting.
We needed to be electromagnetically connected in a circuit, to work with Snake Lady and the Green Man, to reality check the alien masculine.
The alien masculine is the interfering energy that does not belong here. It lies behind the events playing out in my personal life and in the world-at-large, I’ve followed its trail, observed how it sounds and moves and how it contorts my perception and experience of reality to suit itself. I see the alien masculine is an uber-egregore, with over-arching influence on the masculine principle in all of us. It is also called the archon, but this term prompts us to look for it outside of ourselves, instead of pushing it out from within. On the one hand in this reality game, we are stepping into a mystical adventure and in the other lies the key that closes the door on the age of displacement and replacement of original humans by predatory aliens and their servants.
The image at the top of this page is of the Green Man from a small church in the village of Much Marcle in Herefordshire, England. I like this portrayal, because it is one of the few in which he is depicted wearing a sun-wheel pendant, which links the Green Man to the eternal soul of man - soul-sol-sun-son. The Green Man was so named by Lady Raglan in an article she published in Folklore magazine in 1939, after she ‘discovered’ him in various churches in England and Wales. The name stuck because it reaches deep into our phylogenetic memory and because green is the colour of the song of the Earth.
Snake Lady is my name for the feminine Earth energies, the Great Kundala and the kundalini that move in synchrony with the Earth and within us. I used to call her Medusa, because that was the only name I had back then, but she recoils from that now. I call her Snake Lady and she warms and uncoils with a sensuous fizz and hiss; I feel her in my belly and opening up into my chest and out to my shoulders, the creatures are attracted and come closer.
Snake Lady and the Green Man are the dance of creation that has been depicted in many ways, but all that really matters is that you do it your own way. That is not as easy as it sounds, as the alien masculine has choreographed all the apparent options. I had to complete the loop way back to the first steps, strip out all superfluous activities and slow right down so I could see the influencing factors on my choices and allow my body to lead. If I contract, stiffen, harden or recoil, when encountering an event, or a person or a thing, it’s a no go. Where I feel a forward momentum, expansion, opening, softening, that’s the direction of the next step. There’s no judgment in this, just flow and resonance, between observer and creator modes. In creator mode, I’m not identifying a reason or a cause after the fact. I am creating a story with meaning that enlivens my experience and will, in due course, be observable one way or another as a movement in the dance.
The Green Man has been in my story since the Grand Conjunction of December 2020. Despite his spring and fertility rite connotations, I find his energy to be at its strongest in winter, when the Earth needs him most. The Green Man imagery depicts the masculine principle coming into existence as sound, vibration and resonance. The movement in the dance of creation in which the masculine sound stimulates the electrical and magnetic fields of the feminine Earth to create form. The foliate heads all show vegetation emerging from the mouth of the Green Man, although this is misleading (surprise, surprise) as the interaction is not limited to the plant kingdom. The images are mostly found in churches and temples because these buildings were designed to use our voices and music to generate the frequencies that enabled the alien invaders to maintain control - they can never resist showing that they are in control. Well, so they think.
The Green Man is not an egregore, but he has been used to create them and I don’t think he appreciates that. The Green Man is intimate with Nature, whereas the alien masculine sees Nature only in terms of resources to be used for its benefit. This over-arching utilitarianism is driven by its own deficiency. The alien masculine can only react to what has already happened, it cannot switch to creator mode. It seeks to hide its deficiency and maintain control through multiple layers of fear, deception and suffering, limiting us to choices within its programmed conditions. The Green Man does not seek to dominate Nature; he is the music that moves Snake Lady in the dance, through which she creates herself in evermore novel expressions of form and function.
We all know about sound healing, cymatics, the effect of music, the soothing field of the cat’s purr, humming and the mmmm mantra. At the other end of the scale, screams of terror, raging voices, roaring engines, war machines and chainsaws generate the ‘fear of god’ in all the Nature beings, including humans and the Earth herself. The cacophony of the modern world keeps our fight-flight and limbic systems on permanent high alert, so that we are easily tripped into false fears, neatly described as False Evidence Appearing Real. However, that doesn’t detract from the fact that there are predators among us that want control of the entire Earth and to kill everyone who isn’t useful to them.
Who are these alien predators?
There’s a nasty rumour that’s been going around for a while, claiming that we are all descendants of aliens, or alien hybrids. Who originated this rumour, I wonder? Cui bono, I ask? From my perspective, based on my deep memory and observations, this is another clever ruse. All matter in our physical reality is feminine, made of the elements of the Earth; matter from the latin mater meaning mother. Oh the irony, that our fixation on materiality is blind to its source. We are part of the Earth, the free will element.
I have no doubt that there have been many visitors here from other worlds, the reptilians, giants, cyclops and the Greys for example and that some of them are still here. I see our DNA functioning as a fractal antenna tuned to the frequency of the Earth at conception to generate our bodies. The DNA of the visitors has different ‘factory settings’, some say that it has fewer strands than Earth-originated DNA. Whatever the cause of the deficiency, they can only pick up a subset of Earth frequencies and, as the Earth energies are becoming stronger, the connection with their original worlds has faded out. Effectively, they are becoming less alien and more part of the Earth, most likely as compost. Those that could not handle this transition have already died out.
I suspect that those that remain are what we call the Greys. They are intelligent, brutal and unable to hold the human form. I imagine that they became alarmed as their DNA began to betray them and they must hide their origins and their weaknesses. They must remain in the shadows until they have ‘perfected’ a transhuman vehicle for them to occupy in the Robotic Information Programme, that they call AI. There are alien-human-hybrids here too. They are the descendants of humans who were so beguiled by alien intelligence and technology that they traded their abilities to create with the Earth for the illusion of external power. They are aided by black magicians, human traitors to all life on Earth. All published DNA research is controlled by funding and genuine scientific inquiry prohibited. The hidden focus of DNA research is to find a solution to their problems.
We were all born in resonance with the Earth by virtue of our DNA, but as soon as we start talking and go to school, we are inculcated into the alien masculine system. It is not in our DNA, but simply that we are trained to tune out some of the signals in favour of the subset that is advantageous to the predators. This is our normal, causing us to ‘think’ that we have to develop supernatural abilities to meet the challenges we see in the world-at-large and encounter in our own lives. When all we need do, if so inclined, is to tune into our core, find our resonance with the Green Man and give him our voice to speak to Snake Lady,.
Meanwhile, the reign of terror continues, executed by the worst of humanity that is held in the thrall of the uber-egregore.
In his comprehensive study, Egregores: The Occult Entities That Watch Over Human Destiny, Mark Stavish names the source of power:
“However, there is a second definition, an older, more significant and perhaps more frightening one. Here an egregore is more than an “autonomous entity composed of and influencing the thoughts of a group of people”; it is also the home or conduit for a specific psychic intelligence of a nonhuman nature connecting the invisible dimensions with the material world in which we live. This is, in fact, the true source of power of the ancient cults and their religious-magical practices.”
When the Story Portal opened up in our living room in early August, I could see more of the circuitry in the Motherboard - how I am ‘wired’ into the Land - as well as some of the energies moving behind people and groups. Every group that comes together for a common purpose creates an egregore, whether they know it or not and they will ultimately feed on the energies of the members. Tactical Gregor creation is a way to play, but it’s not for me. I had to withdraw into observation mode. I could see the pattern leading up to the opening of the portal and how we had set ourselves up for what was unfolding, but I had no idea how it would play out, or how hard it would be on Tulku.
The massive energy surge we experienced here on the 16th September, just before the full moon and lunar eclipse, was the outer reach of the wave that emerged through the still point of the Summer Solstice. I noted it then:
“This wave came with the Summer Solstice of June 2024, the turning point of the year. The full moon covered Antares, the eye of the Scorpion, watched over by Ophiuchus, the Serpent Bearer, setting up the rolling wave. Those born within the sign of Scorpio in conventional (tropical) astrology, have the task of breaking free of the shell of the scorpion, to reveal their true selves, whilst remaining a vessel for the sacred venom. This can happen more than once in a single lifetime. The Earth chooses her warriors, but we must all learn how to handle her gifts with love and skill.”
The Zodiac is an overlay that uses human imagination to shape reality in a way that allows us to be more easily controlled and manipulated. It works solely because of belief in it and if you can see that, you can unhook yourself from another mechanism of mind-control. Those born under the sign of Scorpio play a role in the liberation of humanity, simply by being true to their own preferences and allowing the consequences of their choices to unfold without blame or shame in their own lives. Dean was born in Scorpio and the ‘sacred venom’ that he brought into the house that day, was the distillation of the alien masculine egregore. It took me a while to figure that out, even to entertain the possibility that something so apparently profane could be sacred, but that’s the work of the Great Mother, turning everything around.
The clash between the alien masculine egregore and the flow of the divine feminine through the portal caused Tulku to ‘blow a fuse’ because he is part of the portal. That’s what it looked like at the time and I checked him all over repeatedly, for signs of nerve damage, a stroke, spinal injury, but couldn’t find anything. Yet, he couldn’t stand or move his back legs and they lost all their muscle and became almost immediately emaciated, with his right foot clenched and claw-like.
The energies here were very unstable for a while. We had demons to clear and Tulku had a lot of fear, some of which was part of his own lifehood experience and some was emanating from the Land. The significance of us being the free will element of the Earth is that there are some choices and actions we need to take to free the Earth from fear, so she can rebalance herself. The energies began to settle in early November, but I felt a kind of muffling. Our internet was still only working sporadically and we were not able to monitor our solar system, which we need to do in winter when we need to use the backup generator if there is no sun. I had a slight headache and felt that I couldn’t quite tune into some of the signals.
On the 13th November, I removed all the plasma men stickers that I had on the modem, router, inverters etc. These are powerful symbols that we used to harmonise the harmful frequencies that these devices produced. I took them off as I felt that we no longer needed them. Immediately, the internet connection began working and the solar system dashboard came back online, but then Dean crashed.
He went through 48 hours of dizziness, extreme memory loss, having to pee every hour, pain and diarrhoea. He recovered in about two weeks and during that period I worked mostly on clearing his limbic system, mostly the amygdala and the hippocampus. During that process I discovered two significant connections with the Earth. Firstly, the limbic system (Not just Dean’s, all of ours here) synchronises with the feminine water dome. I found that disturbance in the feminine water dome triggered disturbance in the dragon vortex and the portal. This caused Tulku great alarm, as he needs these ‘subtle Earth organs’ to be functioning harmoniously. The second thing I discovered was disturbance in the piriform cortex and the entorhinal cortex in the brain. These areas form a gateway to the hippocampus and are involved in the formation of personal memory, navigation and the perception of time. The piriform cortex contains pyramidal cells and signalling function of these cells was being disrupted by black magicians and harmful energies generated by the pyramids.
In my opinion, the loss of the sense of smell reported by people who had ‘covid’ was part of the Earth’s recalibration of odour memory, necessary to place us in what is referred to a different timeline. Time is just a form of measurement we made up to explain the aging cycle (which has also been interfered with and which I’ll cover in another post). I think it’s more creative to consider what storyline you’re in - and who’s writing the script. The piriform cortex is also involved in epilepsy, which is over-excitement experienced in this part of the brain.
On around the 28th November, there was another surge, not just here but it affected our generator. The generator seemed to work perfectly, but it wouldn’t charge the system. Our internet connection dropped again and it appeared that we needed a new router. I’m mentioning these things as they are indicative of how our energies and the Earth energies affect technology and machines. They are all made from the Earth and as we connect more deeply with the Earth, they begin to tune into us and work in a different way than was intended by their designers.
We found that the circuit-breaker had tripped in the generator. Right next to it was a plasma man sticker that I’d missed when I removed them and when the technician came to replace the circuit-breaker, he showed me the scorch mark right there. I don’t think that the plasma man caused the circuit-breaker to trip. What I think happened, based on what happened next, was that I overlooked the sticker because my attention needed to be drawn to the circuit-breaker.
The second the circuit-breaker was replaced, even before I knew it had happened, Izzy noticed and relaxed. She’d been edgy since the generator stopped working and I didn’t know why. Immediately, I knew where to find Tulku’s circuit-breaker and there it was, in the medulla oblongata. That was one of the first places I looked when I thought he’s blown a fuse, as I’d felt my own activation in this area when I sat in the portal, but there was nothing there at the time because I wasn’t in resonance with it. As soon as I saw it in him, it opened and his right foot unclenched.
That was December 3rd and that evening, we all sat around the stove for the first time since we lost Mr Luigi. Those cozy evenings were some of the most precious moments of my life and we experienced them again, but at a new level. This was my first ever experience of tensegrity. I could feel the energy flowing between us and the Land and it was stable and blissful. We have reconnected the bliss circuit.
Tulku is recovering slowly. He can now stand for a short while unsupported and he is relaxed and content, yet always on the ball and letting me know through assorted grunts, whines or breathing patterns if I need to do anything to keep the bliss circuit open. It is much more stable and the feminine water dome has not gone down at all since the circuit was completed. The feeling of heaviness with the weight of unknown fears has gone.
Do you remember as a child, talking to the birds and other creatures, to trees and rocks and all manner of things…..znd them responding to you? That’s the dance of creation, the voice of the Green Man talking to Snake Lady and she misses that. What if the Green Man wants to talk through you to Snake Lady now? What do you say? Just imagine the world we can co-create.
“Our ears direct sound from the outside world to the hearing nerve. When sound passes through the inner ear, it contains only two types of information, pitch and loudness. However, by the time that sound reaches the brain, everything about it has been categorized so that it takes on meaning. The work of attaching meaning to sound happens in neural formations within the brain called the subcortical pathway or subcortical filter.
The filtering of sound to produce meaning happens reflexively. A mother can sleep through a thunderstorm, which may reach 70 or 80 decibels, but she wakes at once to the sound of her baby smacking her lips, which is 10,000 times softer. Both sounds enter the ear the same way, but the brain analyzes them differently. One is safe to ignore, the other requires immediate action.
Human behavior and emotional response are controlled by the limbic system. This structural part of our brain has two main components: the hippocampus, the center of memory and learning, and the amygdala, the seat of emotion. Love, hate, fear, enjoyment, rage and other intense feelings are mediated by amygdala.
The amygdala is extremely sensitive to sound. That is why human beings have such a strong emotional response to the things we hear. Emotions become attached to sound through experience, and emotions triggered by experience provoke certain thoughts and behaviors.
We are constantly interpreting sound based on our past experiences and determining how to respond. Familiar sounds provoke predictable emotional responses, but sometimes a sound is so compelling that our response is no longer simply emotional, it becomes a belief. Our beliefs are very powerful, and they are very difficult to change.”
Sol Marghzar doctor of audiology, director Stephen Arnold Music
Check check check. Reality check one two. Yo, nice moves!
This article is a heart lightener.