Spiritual Passions

MEDITATION (POEM) IN FLIGHT (Poem 39) Erle Frayne D. Argonza Let me in flight bear the tricky vogue Of breathing. ‘Tis no plain engulfing of air Deep into our bag breathers and then breath-out. Breathe the air of Life! Don’t ever breathe like one who’ll later walk Like an intoxicated cockroach dazed. Don’t ever breathe so un-artfully whence later You’re cast down as a phlegmatic mammal. Breathe the substance of Life! That’s when the pumping is gentle And rubbish air is smoothly expired And when sweat cast off debris In strenuous flexing of the muscles. The mind thereafter is cleansed As one’s probing make the answers To myriad questions bend upon the inner screen. Breathing is a key to many doors That lead me to my destinations. [Writ. 19 Sept. 1987, Univ. of the Philippines, Quezon City, M.Manila.] REFLECTION Meditate. Learn to meditate, let it be a focal science and tool in your spiritual sojourn. This is what the poem is all about. I began to meditate during my college days yet, circa 1979 or so. At first my meditation schedules were irregular, but after a bout with malaria that almost got me dead in August 1982, I decided to meditate regularly. By 1983 I was meditating for an hour a day, with some days when I would have two (2) meditation schedules. My brain cells were already dying out due to smoking and drinking before that, I could feel my thought process atrophy, and so I decided to meditate regularly. Aside from that, I went back to my studies, to take up masters of arts (sociology), and so my regular voluminous reading got me back on the road to a lively mind. Meditation helped me to stabilize my health and make a quantum leap in my mental acumen as well at a time when I was back in school. By 1988, at the age of 30, I was ready to pass on the meditation tools to enthused seekers. So that was how long it took, from 80 through 88, before I can confidently begin Teaching tasks. Fast forward to 1994 when I ascended to mystic phase, and was a full guru thereafter. Fast forward to 2008, when I spiritually ascended to rishi or White Robe phase. How could have I evolved soul-wise without meditation? Ra April 2011 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@

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POEM ON PATIENCE IN FLIGHT (Poem 36) Erle Frayne D. Argonza I shall not go weary with the waiting. Time’s no evil, Time is kind Time does not stand still for the doer As it glides smoothly with the trade’s making. I shall not go weary with the waiting. Time is honest, Time is gentle Time is merciful to the pilgrim Who’s been shaping up for earnest sharing. I shall not go weary with the waiting. Time is not a loathsome changeling That devours its trusted fellows Not the man with noble visions. I shall no go weary with the waiting. Duty that lifts travelers aflight prevails. Duty prevails. [Writ. 17 Sept. 1987, Univ. of the Philippines, Quezon City, M.Manila.] REFLECTION The virtue of patience and the propelling power of Duty are stressed in the poem. This is part of my poetry series titled In Flight, writ as a young man who wished to do development work among the poor folks of other continents. Impatience is a deadly poison to one’s soul. To a Traveler—a seeker who performs learning and Duty in solitary fashion—impatience is a stumbling block to building a strong foundation within the self in order to move forward to the next levels of development. Impatience yields half-baked results, and there are no half-baked learnings in the Path of liberation. A seeker would be so lucky enough if Divine Grace would be bestowed upon him/her, amidst enormous impatience in getting results for spiritual goals. As the Master Yoda said in the Star Wars series, “patience, patience!” when mentoring his apprentice Luke Skywalker. Build patience within the psyche, as this virtue will facilitate the building of other core virtues. Don’t ever wait for the Almighty Creator to build patience for you, the initiative and effort must come from within you. Prayer and meditation tools for building virtues should be applied consistently and persistently to deprogram impatience and build the jewel of patience. Ra April 2011

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UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra A noble ground it is this wondrous room Where enthused adepts wait in seats a-poised While mentor fills the air with notes a-flamed That conquer maladies Ignorance had unveiled Said conquest needs complete obeisance then To reason and empirics’ tones of truth Without which otherwise all things fall ‘part As dark as what yon Medieval had cast Sacred! Sacred is this noble ground we’re in Where flaunted are ideas in liberty fulfilled Where rigodons of reflection bring emancipation Eschewed are dogmas—ikons’ benediction How cool the air from humming fan is blown Reminds us thus of sunlit valleys warm as old Where there descend cool breezes from boondocks’ heights Relieved is tensed up mental bank of yours Sometimes the heat flack up thermometer’s gauge Bring swelter hence to enthused minds a-blazed Alright just mind not that which puts one a-glazed For cool will be dear mentor’s words unfazed Let there be praises for all women and men Who’d fuse their minds in this Platonic den Should they have grasped so well each lesson learned Their worlds off walls would better be in zest [Writ. 02 March 92, University of the Philippines Manila] REFLECTION Teaching is such a wonderful task that I came to love it so much. I never planned to be an academic, I simply stumbled upon that beautiful task when I began talking before audiences as a young development manager. I also spiced up my work then with early listening & mentoring for my own field staff…Till I decided to try teaching, as I went back to school for my masteral studies. It was in the university where I found the many souls who were sort of assigned to me for mentoring, and so I began to use the classroom as a platform to elevate minds a step higher and link up students to their respective Inner Guides. I also taught yoga meditation straight inside classrooms, and shared mystical insights and prophecies to students using that platform…Till I finally realized that I was tailored to be a guru someday by my own Oversoul and guru Masters in the Brotherhood. Today I regard not just the university but any venue for handling seekers and budding mystics as students. Even a coffee shop I regard as a classroom, and my country whose population is 68% urban it is more appropriate to meet up with seekers inside training centers and classrooms rather than in reclusive ashrams. Well, how could I forget the Mahavatar Babaji who would summon us gurus of White Robes anytime with his cosmic hands and there we are facing him in circular formation, beneath a tree or a rustic environ elsewhere. I value the university classroom so much that when my body sleeps and I’m back in my tasks Above, I would prefer to meet up with seekers and mystics in an environ that would look like a graduate school classroom. Sometimes I would speak to seekers and even fellow Masters in an auditorium-like environ in the astral plane. The university experience surely stuck, and it still serves a high purpose. Ra April 2011

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EMBLEM OF THE DUST Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra I am but the emblem of the dust Blown smoothly away by the wind. Born from out of the dust Where rests the cosmic elements Over a century known in all; Nurtured within the womb of Terra Mother of all Mothers; Delivered as seed by Firmament’s demiurgos The ultima pater noster; So was I born, a dust. Chartered was my life through sojourns By my Self Betwixt worlds Of shadows and sunlit dales I the dust, I the crafter. Molded was I so exquisitely humane Betwixt cast of the hardest metals Harder than Bernardo Carpio’s will Was I nurtured out extruded I am my own furnace, my dust I am. Founded was I a warrior Crafted in the trade of the blade Whose countenance is blanketed with Courage A most scarce diadem; Bear I the Will to thrust the majestic sword Unto the fleshy morsels of obstacles Conceived by Existence, Uncertainty, Death That I rise, am I arisen I a dust, yet a Warrior. Blown forth am I the dust Blown forth by my own Will Astride winds sunbeams waters Ne’er fixed and transfixed neither By mischievous forces of diabolical climes Now dust am I, my Will wind ‘Tis my starship to galactic Worlds of humans. What has come to pass in my biographic trails? My Past and Future, of what constructs made of? They I’ve myself made I the baker who’s always been attending To chores of my oven’s commands I’ve had my whereabouts made Even as Future and Past cancel out In the nothingness of the Omnipresent Present: Time is but non-Time altogether A leaf that has crumpled in its own face ‘Tis but a premise of one who’s never lived So is it a pest that distracts awhile And later fornicates in its death traps. What’s the most illustriously true But that I the dust was ever present In time as time to me was spent a-non I therefore live forever. I’d gazed at the celestial mirror And glanced at Eternal Thou Or was it? Eternal Thou? What’s it? A chimera derived from my own image? An extract from the prurient I? Or is it the whole Kosmos focused In the magnificent galactic lens so said? O! Kosmos! O! Nature! You are Eternal! Am I Thou? Please whisper the answer softly In my ear Amid the hypnotic melodies Of the celestial music… I so earnestly await thy response! Wherefore the dust shall have gone forth In the tapestries and gourdian knots of Nature To be a part of and yet not Of elements among whom it had immersed As the Ego does to the countless Alters It “Is” now and yet “Is Not” A concrete now and yet a phantom as well The moving and the rested wedded together It is, it is such, it is For and only for it to scale altitudes To where it fuses with the bounds of its source It is the changeling, the changeling That dons the matterly cloak: the Kosmos Of which it Is: The Iota and the Whole are One. Henceforth shall it have known The All and the Self Finale regal of its sacred mission. That I am: the dust Caringly blown away by the wind. [Writ. 19 Feb. ‘92, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila] REFLECTION Another poetic piece of mine that is deeply steeped in mysticism or the esoteric. I was already a practicing yogi at this time, already mentoring seekers for some years when I wrote this piece. It speaks of couples of core universal principles, inclusive of the Law of One. It reveals the Parabrahman (the All) and the subtle notion of Oversoul. There is more to say about the matter, but I’d as a guru prefer to leave the archetypal and esoteric items in the poem to be unlocked by the seekers and mystics themselves. A guru must always leave some space for seekers to genuflect and meditate about rather than spoon feed them with floods of knowledge and truths. As a matter of personal revelation, in case that I would exit physically, I wish the first lines of the poem to serve as my elegy. Humility and magnanimity are of utmost import to any Aspirant, which I strongly stressed in this poem. Ra April 2011

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PINATUBO MOUNT OF TRIUMPHPINATUBO MOUNT OF TRIUMPH Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra Petrified is our inglorious state as people Crystallized, our hopelessness and shame We are but loathsome slaves on Planet Earth Unfit as subject of a stately epic. A nation of sleepwalkers we are, unblessed An utterly coveted and sick people of Asia Wantonly plundered by gluttonous alien Titans And so too by local lords of similar mold. Need we rise up from the mortified doldrums To get back to the folds of Rizal’s grand era To regain the trust in self built by Bonifacio To foster again the sublimest nationhood. Come forth, Pinatubo! Thunder our valleys and hills With your majestic voice On the day of our national freedom! You are the longed for herald of Apocalypse Of our dim and stinking state. Burn down the Sodoms and Gomorrahs of ours! Demonic icons of imperial lust. Bury the putrid old world with pyroclastics! We shall regale the burial with wondrous dirges. Why ought we wish you with infinite praises? Why not indeed when you sprinkled vast lands With ashes: mark of holiness a la Ash Wednesday? O! majestic mount! You’ve heralded Soon shall arise a glorious nation in our midst. The holocaustal tapestry you’ve evoked ‘Tis but the birth pangs of greatness. This nation, a Sun that others seek for Light Undying—of justices, wisdom, compassion. Hail! Sacred Pinatubo Mount of Triumph! [Writ. 21 June 91, Cubao,Quezon City, M.Manila] REFLECTION Mt Pinatubo is still remembered for its powerful eruption that spread ashes encircling the globe, thus bringing down global temperature by 1 degree Celsius. Located in central Luzon, Philippines, it was dormant for centuries, and then violently erupted in June of 1991 as we were celebrating Independence Day. Prior to Pinatubo’s famed eruption, talks were already on-going in the Philippine Senate to abrogate the Military Bases Agreement or MBA, thus signaling American troops to leave the country. Stubbornly cajoling the executive department with carrots of aid, the US government did what it can to extend the MBA that was expiring by 1991. Pinatubo suddenly erupted, compelling Americans in the Subic naval base and Clark airbase to scamper for safety in Manila. Pinatubo changed the equation of the US bases here. By scampering away for safety, wherefore they left so hurriedly they were still wearing pyjamas and home clothes upon departure, observers became suspicious that nuclear missiles silos were erected surreptitiously by the Americans underneath the bases area. The Americans could have been so scared to hell, they forecast greater hell had Pinatubo’s pyroclastics and magma wrought havoc on the underground silos. That eruption event, and the yearly pyroclastic outflow that accompanied flooding in wide swaths of geography, provided a slap to the Anglo-Saxon elites, whom we know now as Reptilians in disguise. Pinatubo’s eruption also provided an opportunity for relief operators to perfect their craft, which made them stand out in the world as they are regarded today as consultants and trainors for other country’s own relief specialists and volunteers. Enterprising craftsmen made export-quality décor items out of solidified pyroclastic materials. Being a mount, Pinatubo is a natural energy spot like other mountains. It stands today as a wonderful tourist spot, with a beautiful resort ready to serve eco-tourists at its foot. Meditation groups can always go up there anytime to recharge themselves in its regenerative energies. Ra April 2011

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THE PROMISE Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra I Rise up, Man! Rise up! Your commonwealth’s history had been astride The cosmic pendulum that had darted From yon up. Pendulum has reached dead center And again is rising beyond the dale of time. The center was lodged betwixt camel and palm tree. Reckon, reckon that the East calls ‘Twain the valley of time expectant. Respond shall the camel benignly And twill change hands with the carabao. Snail paced is this beast the carabao And so is your ascent, o! Man! To the pinnacle of your godly, godly zen. You shall be god, your being’s made By you a living clay molded Millions of times by your own hands. II Man! The Light has come forth In dazzling photons it fused with seawaves And fluvial ripples. Gracefully had It landed, guided by a dozen eagles. Shine brightly shall the Light Sky beacon that illuminates eagerness The clear landscape of the Promise. The Promise has been slumbering in a bed Of coal and gold: ‘tis coal and gold. The Light shall burn the coal To be fed into the waiting furnace Where the gold shall be molded into one Magnificent icon as tall as the azure sky. ‘Tis the longed for icon that shall herald The historic swing to grandeur’s height. III Wherefore lies the heart of grandeur? Wert this not but a dead man’s wish Long buried in the hovels of the earth? Wert this not but a sweetened piece Of bitter gourd: its stinging taste betrays Its endless senselessness in the world sensical? Man! This height of grandeur is the state Indescribable to the wisest among grandfathers A million generations stretch: ‘tis a million Times a million times of pure majestic luster Only but Inner Selves can comprehend. ‘tis the founded form-being of all Sublime inner selves that have been struggling In putrescent marshes of history. This to the grandfathers is mere dream Induced by the spirit elixirs of Bacchus. IV Rise! Rise it shall High above the hills and valleys ‘Twards the azure firmaments This majestic commonwealth of yours, o! Man! For which freedom-in-life is A concluded spell of benevolent magis. Reside shall its spirit in people’s bosoms. Gone shall be the seismic struggles Alone for bread as if this were the most Valued diadem atop the zenith of greatness: The world shall be its own bread And man, the luminary figure at last Whose coming was pronounced before By a trillion bards of eagles and doves. Rise! Rise it shall From where corals had made lands Where sturdy races have eked out living And slave they were for others; No more are they slaves but are free cranes Atop carabaos their benign carriers. V What is reality after all o! Man! For which you have buried yourself Millions of times in search for its enigmas? Is it like spiral moving poles a-clashing? Maybe, but maybe not. Maybe ‘Tis a swarm of flies that swats Made festive killings by the dozens And yet aren’t flies but gems. When upon each gem Light gently touches It brings forth radiance to all Corners of the cosmos: it makes bounds Anon betwixt its grounded state And the unbrimmed infinite extent Apast spaces: ‘tis unbrimmed space And yet spaceless brims. VI Man! A promise made a million times And delivered a million times makes a million More than its primeval state: ‘ts a grain Of sand and the universe made one. The sea has recognized this secret lore And had sung it lyrically in melodious tunes That no one cared to listen to Save for man-slaves on a dozen mountains. Mushroom-eaters they are who’d sensed What the real is: the Promise realized overboard Its primordial state—a giant that wakes up From zillions of earth revolutions or slumber: ‘Ti a Being stronger than ever that turns rivers Into founts of gold, cause for merriment Atop the nature-world the bed of bread. VII Happy, o! happy will be The suns and stars and moons And winds and waves Over your final dawning, o! Man! Even as the day starts on the sixth hour. Man! You are the sixth estate: Risen and made one, freed at last From tsunamis of disintegrating forces. Behold! No more forlorn are nature and cosmos The citadels of true life. And you, Man, finally regained, revived, Realized as your guardian and maker. [Writ. 22 July 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila] REFLECTION This poem—with 7 parts—is largely about the New Age of Light. Writ in very highly archetypal language, it is among those pieces that fit the minds of seekers who love puzzles, notably the wiz kid types. It was written akin to Goethe’s epic, whose master piece of literature was actually a literature of cosmic awakening and the risks that can happen along the way. The piece prophecies the coming of the new race of Aquarians or Meruvians, the 6th ‘root race’ identified by HP Blavatsky. The Aquarians will replace the Aryan stocks that now abound, with the chief prototype ethnicities emerging in the Pacific land masses that will emerge after the post-2012 ascension. A chohan of the Great White Brotherhood was already designated as manu or ‘great leader’ of that forthcoming race. As for the other archetypes, I’d leave this to the concerned seekers and mystics to think about. To give you hints for instance, ‘camel’ signifies the Western hemisphere, while ‘carabao’ signifies the East. I’d leave the rest for you to reflect or meditate on. Ra April 2011

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JUSTICE Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra Everyday is a mortal tablet upon which is inscribed the expectation of all that kings and princes must exude wisdom and justice But justice is facilely broken off It is a cheap jar bought from an obscure bazaar on planet Earth broken by kings and princes [Writ. 04 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila] REFLECTION We do have justice down here on 3rd dimension, and we have institutions and role players that dispense with justice. Albeit, such a justice is a corrupted one, and with barely a year and couples of weeks left we still see no light at the end of the tunnel for incorruptible 3D justice. As I discoursed in an article titled Cosmic Justice, there is a very high body called the Karmic Board that dispenses with justice on the lower spheres. Above, the Council of 24 Elders oversee the entire universes or omniverse, dispensing with the wisest decisions and divine justice at that level. An ascended being called Lady Justice was designated by the Almighty Creator the role of chief guide across the omniverse for justice in its purest form. This note is not meant to discount the feats of those magistrates who were incorruptible and did the best to optimize legal institutions. Such feats I do fully recognize, even as I see the possibility that such magistrates will, upon their ascension, become integrated into the cosmic machinery of Cosmic Justice. Many Ascended Masters today who comprise such cosmic organization had opportunities to embody on Earth before, down here on 3D, and their sacrifices paid off well. I need not belabor the point about what will happen to those corrupted magistrates and lawyers. Cosmic justice shall prevail upon them, and they will be transferred to the planet suited for their own level of awareness, together with the kings & princes (politicians) who are their sponsors. Ra April 2011

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ON MUSIC Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra That I sing and make music Brings joy and solitude to the psyche Praise be to my wise grandfather Of mathematical and musical genius made From whom my bard’s mind was crafted. Music is the holiest mover It combines all powers of gods From Olympus and all heavens It shakes and rattles souls the most. Music is certainly mathematics Of metrics and calculus built For which its maker anticipates Astride rhythm and rhyme The sonic bursts from orals and instruments. Calculated is the world too In music, a most moved audience By booming sonics of its trade. [Writ. 04 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila] REFLECTION Music is indubitably an art form that impacts directly on the subtle bodies. That is why it pays to be choosy when it comes to musical pieces. I did write articles before about music for healing and enhancing divinity, and by that I mean fine music—world music, Celtic, classical, new age music. I highly recommended them to seekers I mentored. What makes music as a very unique art is that one can listen to music even without light. Painting, sculpture and performing arts require light, literary pieces do require light to go through the lines, but music need not have illumination to appreciate it. In the 4th plane is situated what is mystically termed as the ‘music of the spheres’, and any musician who can align to it can make great music, such as Wagner who was SOB in daily life but made great music. Music soothed the psyche of my fellow islanders who did slave labor for their Spanish colonizers (333 years of colonization). Likewise did it perform the same healing balm for Afro slaves in America. Knowledge of its properties and those of specific genre can enable a seeker or mystic to fast-track the stabilization of the subtle bodies and rise of awareness to higher dimension levels. High vibes music can also help to protect yourself against psychic attack. Mozart music, when uploaded to an Ipod or cellphone and listened to while one is on the road or doing field work, can instantly elevate the frequency of the aura to a step higher, thus sealing it from psychic attacks. A consolidated aura will simply deflect sorcery or related attacks, while the music brings joy as well to the listener. Ra April 2011

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WAR Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra War is the namesake of the islands A Dantean discernment will not Permit one to argue that The archipelago Is a paradise Lost or regained Of the islands’ fetid state Excrement and humans sanctimoniously fuse They cajole in ecstatic screams Over killings and bombings Gore is everyday’s luscious panorama We’re brought back to Rome Here Where jubilant crowds satiate themselves With sights of bloody gladiators In combat Brought back to Jesus’ Jerusalem still Since everyone wants to play Pilate Guiltless of motives behind Wars In hinterlands In cities Is gore the imprimatur of honor indeed? Just like blood is eaten as delicacy? [Writ. 29 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila] REFLECTION I wish that everyone will agree with me that war is the natural condition of things in the planet. We’ve had insurgencies in my own beloved Philippines since the years before my birth yet, 2012 nears and the Left + Muslim separatist insurgencies are still around. There are certain ecological conditions that sustain polarity games, and such conditions could be unique to any country or society. Any seeker must painstakingly know them, so as to facilitate the adjustment of the subtle bodies given the polarity-inducing conditions in the country of residence. Take the case of the Philippines, where both water and fire elements are co-dominant. Located in the “ring of fire” and surrounded by bodies of water, the Philippines finds both water and fire permeating deep into the collective mind and individual psyche of the Filipinos. The perpetual clash of water and fire has been responsible for very long insurgencies and warring attitudes of the islanders. Some mystics who embodied as Filipinos, eventually gave up their citizenships and relocated to other countries. They have grown tired of the ceaseless wars and civil disobedience, as well as the ceaseless warlordism and patronage politics of the stone age. I do not fault them one iota, for their subtle bodies may find it harmful to linger on given the elemental cum polarity conditions here. So let it be that you as seeker or mystic would stumble upon the peculiar polarity condition in your place. Go ahead and decide to move elsewhere in a place suited for you, for as long as you continue to grow and share the Light of Almighty Providence to those who are in need. Ra April 2011

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CRIMES Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra The still calm of the morning Is as deafening as stories About crimes Printed in the dailies Broadcast on radio Crime has become the cheapest Merchandise Flaunted by its own law Of supply and demand Its price roughshodly lowered By abundance More abundant Than mangoes and guavas They need not be bought at all So much that even the harmless streets Of recluse villages Become zoos Littered with Salvaged Bodies [Writ. 29 May 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila] REFLECTION The causality of crimes is a tough science, and I do recall during my collegiate years as a sociology student the exciting yet tough readings on criminality and deviance. What I learned from modern sociology is the law that social context determines consciouness (ideas, thought, values, philosophy). Thoughts about crimes, and the actual occurrences of crimes, are therefore products of the context of a 3rd dimensional reality, fusing sociology and the Teaching. As I already peregrinated previously, cold-blooded killings are the results of predominance of Saurian (reptilian, dynoid, lizardian) genetics and culture on our psyche for so many eons past. We are still in a 3-D context, polarity games are the games of the present, and so the criminal instincts that are embedded in our genes and psyche will galvanize in daily commissions of crimes. Even if crimes are occurring at a decreasing rate in large cities today, they still occur and haven’t been eliminated. Criminality has attained a life of itself, or become ‘autonomous’ in sociological terminology. Being so, if follows its own rules, and it is difficult to understand unless one subsumes the psyche under such rules. The risk being, of course, that one could become fragmented and commit criminal killings left and right, as one is attuned to the Primal/Demonic. Breaking off that autonomy is next to impossible in the 3-D context. The better track to take is to change the context altogether. Which is what will happen once Terra will move up to 5th dimension, passing only briefly in the 4th density state. Those who resonate with 3D awareness, who are prone to committing crimes, will be transferred to their own 3D world. We therefore anticipate the disappearance of criminality at a very radical pace in the New Earth. Ra April 2011

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