When I first moved into my apartment in Yakima, I buried my
extra house key beside a post in the cyclone fence at the east edge of the
crushed gravel parking lot. After
a few years, in which I had not
needed the spare key, I decided to dig it up, just to check it. I dug and dug, but never found it.
On July 19, 2013, I experienced a heart attack while walking
around Myron Lake. I had been
drinking beer for breakfast for weeks, and stuffing myself with corn chips, and
I could feel the congestion in my chest cavity. The heart attack was severe enough to scare me, but I was
able to control it with my yoga breathing and energy manipulations. For a few days, my chest was in strong
discomfort, with pinging chest pains.
After a while, I began to realize another aspect to these energies. I could sense the presence of Marilyn
Monroe.
Since I have no medical coverage, I continued my gem elixir
and yoga treatments and went on about my business. The chest pains continued. Soon, they became more and more pronounced, until they began
to seem like messages in Morse Code.
I knew it was MM teasing me.
On March 3, I had another attack. This time, I could feel the pain going up my aorta. I could see into my chest, where there
was a blue glow all around the area of the aorta. This was the fifth anniversary of my mother’s death. I began to sense a purpose to these
attacks.
My mother came to visit me, in company with Marilyn
Monroe. She had grown into her
identity with Queen Nefertiti, my Master Teacher. Together, they showed me the secret of my very much
unexpected birth.
At sixteen years old, my mother, first of three children,
had seduced her father and became with child. Later, with the birth of this first child, her uterus had
been rendered inoperative. Years
later, she had married my father, and for six years, they were childless. And then I came along. After this birth, the uterus was
removed.
As a child, I had received hints about the existence of my
older brother, but it wasn’t until just a few years ago that I began to
understand that I wasn’t her only offspring. By that time, I was two decades into my Initiation as a
Shaman, and living in Yakima.
The visit from the spirit of my mother turned out to be the beginning
of the end of my Initiation as a Shaman.
It had been twenty two years and 99 days since the beginning on the day
after Xmas in 1990.
A few days passed, and I was outside checking the yard, when
I looked down to the dirt of the alley, a few feet from my blossoming stand of
hollyhocks.
“That’s my house key!” I said. I took it from its little Ziploc and checked it in the
door. It worked. I think this was the first time Marilyn
Monroe had dematerialized an object for me.
Shortly after that experience, I decided to dig up the
Master Crystal and some other stones used by Jesus and Nefertiti as they worked
to realize the agenda we had cooked up in ancient Egypt, concerning the birth
and rebirth of Jesus. The soul of
Jesus had been modeled after that of Peta Amen Apt, priest of the High Temple
in Ancient Egypt. In the first
days of my Initiation as a Shaman, they had pointed out his name in a footnote
in the Egyptian Book of the Dead.
Peta worked with me for several years, and eventually broke my typewriter.
As my Initiation had been dragging along for so many years,
without any sense that I was acquiring the powers expected of a ‘real’ Shaman
(as opposed to the current flood of Shamanic Practitioners –no slight
intended…), I began to suspect that the Master Crystal was key to an agenda
that was being concealed from me.
After the experiences which began with the attempted assassination of
Congresswoman Gabby Giffords in January 2011, in which I played a key role, and
was introduced to the secrets of the human sacrifice as it is practiced today,
I came to a time when I began to experience the creation of my Nagual.
The Nagual, or ‘double’, is a projection from the yoni (loin
area) of Shamans of South and Central America. It is often a Jaguar.
My Nagual was actually Jesus, who appeared as the little black dog
Xolotl, Lord of the Underworld, who immediately morphed into a giant Anaconda,
which I was able to watch as he slithered out into the world and traveled
toward Seattle, and then south, and then all over the place, leaving a trail of
nationally televised disasters and assassinations. By this time it had become apparent to me that I had
been expected to groom Jesus for his return in the Second Coming. I had been shown the symbol of a cross,
with not one but two crosspieces.
I termed this the Double Cross.
By this time I had become thoroughly convinced that my
youthful distaste for and distrust of Jesus and the Christian religion had been
entirely correct. I was not
willing to be party to the sorts of lies and deceptions, heinous practices and
ruinations of the living planet, which I had experienced to be at the core of
this agenda. It had become obvious
that I had evolved, spiritually, along with the planet, but that my spirits had
not. So I had buried the Master
Crystal and others, in the sacred grove of the garden at the west edge of the
parking lot. Again, I dug and dug,
but the crystals were no longer there.
Then other things began to disappear.
Over the years since the Giffords massacre, I had been
having intense battles with Jesus.
I found I was able to actually engage him in combat, and was able to
prevail. His method of dealing
with me over the years had so infuriated me, that I had successively grown
stronger and stronger, until his provocations finally succeeded in
crystallizing the totality of the energies of my own spirit. It took me many years to finally break
through the sociological and cultural conditioning that made me feel I needed
to be somehow subservient to the Great Holy Ones. After each battle, I would recover, go on with my days, and
have some remorse. I would
rationalize that it was possible to co-exist with this agenda which was so
anathema to me; that I should behave myself and not fly off the handle…. And it was settled. And then my spirit would rise up and
say, “No Way!”
Until finally, the Initiation had ended. It took me a few months to test the
situation, but it seems to have actually morphed into what I call my
“Apprenticeship”. I am now the apprentice of the Medicine
Energies which I have built up in my yard and apartment during the seven years
I’ve lived here. My Medicine has
spread from my apartment to the others in the fourplex, and to the neighbors. We have become a small community. Plants from my garden are now the
beginnings of gardens for each of the other tenants, and the neighbors. Friendships have formed, and each
tenant has found new interests and a revitalized life.
Meanwhile, I am still tracking the activities of my
Nagual. The first really
significant feat that the Nagual has accomplished is the replacement of the
Pope of the Catholic Church with a new Pope, Francis, who is known as a
champion of the poor and downtrodden.
At first, I was deeply annoyed that after giving my life to this aborted
ploy to bring the Jesus back to life, all he could manage to do was change the
Pope. But I mellowed out, after
some time.
The second feat that he has accomplished is more to my
liking. As we have our roots in
ancient Egypt, I was very pleased that he was able to bring a change to the
elected government in Egypt, and remove the heavy-handed Morsi government, with
its Islamist agenda. While I have
not had the opportunity during my Initiation to do much work with individuals,
it recently occurred to me that I would be able to exert some power over the
Gods of the Abrahamic Religions, and by starting at the top, begin to bring
some changes to the way these religions treat this magical planet we all share,
which is the mother and birthplace of the Gods themselves.
The past few months have given me some hope that I will be
able to rehabilitate at least some aspects of my life. I am actually enjoying the process of
losing my teeth as I age.
