#and I see a whole new dimension of his detachment/attachment to the world and humanity and... of course.

[blackvahana]

Understanding something watching him play No Man's Sky. "I swear I've seen this a thousand times" I say as he's approaching a planet. "Are we really that big?"

He says, with a laugh: "Humans are small, Dei," repeating that, he's said it before, but there's an entirely new dimension to what he means, or more so I get to see a dimension he's been speaking so often

I always just pass off the Garden of Stars and my time there in/as "the Almadia" as just... "These are just really tiny stars right" yeah ok no

[flying-elliska]

so, I finished the magnus archives ...(spoilers)

unfortunately i'd been spoiled for most of what happened in it but it was still cool to listen to especially since the audio work on it was incredible (those haunted tape noises are the coolest thing i've ever heard on a podcast, it was so slick)

it worked for me on the level of the emotional reaction. it was very sad and poignant. i often find horror stories difficult because either the characters are assholes and then i don't care and the whole thing becomes pointless for me or i get too attached to the characters and then I'm devastated when bad things happen to them and this was definitely the former. I really wish these characters existed in a spooky paranormal fantasy/workplace comedy-drama where they could get the comfort and overwinnings they deserved, but alas. i get they were bound by the genre though and that bad things needed to happen. i think they did a good job of balancing the horror and tragedy and not making it too grim at the same time.

it didn't blow me away either tbh, like for instance the s4 ending did. but i think after all the insane levels of world-building up they did, it was bound to be a bit underwhelming, with some arcs and characters left underused (Agnes!!!!). it misses a bit of a wow factor i had at other times in the series. the thing with horror is that there is only so far you can push character growth before it becomes too optimistic, and so when you go really deep into a character arc that's not strictly a corruption, it can often feel frustrating and unfinished in terms of emotional payoff.

I have mixed feelings about s5 as a whole. It's really cool that they experimented with something new, the concept of the fearscape is fascinating, and some of the statements are among my favorites in the whole show (the Sick Village, Recollections, the Gardener, Wonderland, the Processing Line, Moving on...) and really bring the cosmic horror/metaphor for the horrors of capitalism/ableism/abuse/etc in a way that feels strangely cathartic and understanding and glorious - but a lot of the others, especially in act 2/3, felt very forgettable and repetitive, and less like stories that could stand on their own, which i loved about the more traditional statements. Once it becomes clear that Jon (and Martin as a consequence) can't really be hurt, and the more it all becomes very detached from the real world, the sense of doom and foreboding that they did so well throughout the whole show kind of vanishes. The tension weirdly feels lower because the worst has already happened. I really believe in 'more is less' when it comes to scary things, and in a hell world where everything is horrible everywhere, it has less impact after a while. I did love the relationship between Jon and Martin providing those moments of humanity and warmth in the midst of it all, though, that was sweet.

the end itself...well, I found the dilemma interesting on a character level. of course Jon would sacrifice himself ; he feels so guilty he would doom the entire world to die rather than have to shoulder even more guilt for the fears potentially conquering other dimensions. he's spent so long feeling powerless and out of his depth that he would grasp this chance to finally make a choice and have agency and protect at least some people and keep the fears from extending their reach. but i love that he wasn't able to see it through either. it's so human. him and Martin breaking their promises to each other isn't miscommunication, it's deeply rooted in their respective personalities. of course Martin would do anything not to lose Jon since that love is basically the thing that saved him from the Lonely.

i don't think any of the options they had were the 'right choice' - both were shitty and atrocious, but the one that ended up happening is the one i would have picked, because it leaves some space for hope. If Jon had chosen to end their world to trap the fears, killing billions of people in the process, that would have been certain doom. With the fears sucked into other dimensions - first of all they had no certainty that the fears didn't already exist somewhere else, and any of the other worlds still have a fighting chance. I mean, it still sucks tremendously, it's very scary and ethically questionable and a massive risk, but at least it's open and it leaves it up to the people in the other worlds to make their own choices. And their world has a chance to recover. I find the idea that people remember what happened and the concept of a post-post apocalyptic world fascinating. I also really like that Melanie, Georgie and Basira (and the Admiral) made it out alive, and that we don't really know what happened to Jon and Martin. For a horror podcast that's super dark, violent and depressing, it's kind of awesome how they managed to sidestep 'bury your gays' very elegantly.

I've read this head canon somewhere of Jon and Martin being scattered across dimensions as these not-quite-human anymore entities that work to warn people and counteract the fears, powered by love and the desire to make things better, and I think that's my favorite post-canon option, because while it's still kind of a horrible fate it's also the one that gives them the most agency and it's also kind of romantic (way too much for a horror podcast, I'm aware, but i like that open endings like these allow you to make your own decisions about what happened).

also, the Web won, which is terrifying. the idea that it's using people as neurons ! horrible. amazing.

on a philosophical level I'm not sure i find the whole thing all that interesting, as a thought experiment, because i don't believe the universe is this consistently evil in the real world, so i don't find it super relevant. I'm also not the kind of hardcore fan who remembers a lot of details about previous seasons, so maybe I'm missing something.

But yeah overall I think in terms of storytelling this remains a pretty decent ending with enough layers to make it satisfying. it wasn't transcendent but it didn't ruin the whole thing, at least (*cough cough the Black Tapes*) and I can see myself listening to it again in a few years. and i'm definitely going to need a few fix-it fics now.

[aelaer]

How about Stephen being infected with a symbiote, but to prevent it from destroying humanity, he merges its existence with the cloak's essence (read: badass venom!stephen)!

This is my oldest prompt - I think over a year now - largely because I knew nothing about Venom or symbiotes; that's one part of the Marvel universe I haven't explored. Some time on Wiki later, I guess this is one of the "corrupted" symbiotes, though I honestly can't figure out how one of them is supposed to destroy a whole planet if it doesn't like, create duplicates of itself to infect millions of beings at once. I guess there's something I missed that I can't find on wiki, but I'll assume it's very dangerous haha. But I threw something together, or tried to, on the off-chance this anon is still around. I don't know if symbiotes all talk disjointed like Venom, but this one really doesn't - sorry if that's not fully accurate. Maybe this one has a better command at English.

Defying the curse that has taken hold

The moment he understood what was happening to him and knew what being had attached itself to him, Stephen threw himself into the Mirror Dimension to isolate himself from all others.

What is this place? said the foreign voice in his head. It is different and yet the same.

"Mirror Dimension," he answered, forcing his voice to a calmness he didn't feel.

The alien parasite—this symbiote—could feel everything, though. Of course. You understand me now, it answered. You know what I am. And you are afraid. 

There was little point in trying to deny the accusation with the creature in his body. It could probably sense the subconscious changes that caused shifts in the chemical balances within him, that charged his emotions. "I know that your species has destroyed entire planets with but one host to start." And despite rumors of more benevolent symbiotes, this one certainly was not. He had felt the strange, sudden urges of blood lust several times throughout the week. It was that symptom in particular that had eventually led him to the awful discovery.

It laughed. It is my nature. And yet you still try to fight. That is pointless. I am amongst the eldest. I have eaten many worlds. You will be mine and this world will be like the others.

Like hell he would. "You underestimate me. If I cannot find a solution to neutralize you, I am fully prepared to die."

Again it was amused. And I move to another host.

"You won't be able to from the Mirror Dimension," said Stephen. "This place is inaccessible to most of humanity. If I die, you are forever stuck here."

It scoffed in disbelief. Your pontificating is quaint. I will enjoy consuming you.

Oh, this thing had no idea what it was getting into.

—— —— ——

This is tedious, said the symbiote five weeks later. It had been quiet for a couple days until that point, as if finally realizing that Stephen was more than willing to make good on his threat. The lofty gestures of destruction and grandeur had also fallen away to something a bit more casual.

Stephen couldn't help but smirk. "I've been through worse tedium." Dormammu came to mind. Hell, even parts of med school were worse than this. This alien parasite really had no idea what war it had started with him.

In the beginning, it wasn't at all difficult to create a portal far from his body, then cross the astral plane to visit Wong with his impromptu plan for the foreseeable future. Wong, in turn, left food and books in a designated drop spot twice a day at designated times. It was easy to avoid it during those times, and Stephen effectively kept himself quarantined within the Mirror Dimension as he researched and experimented on getting rid of the symbiote.

The bad news was that nothing was removing it from his person; the symbiote was too strong for what tricks his research had unearthed this far. The good news was that the symbiote was a good deal less patient than Stephen.

There was silence again for a little while, and Stephen thought it would be quiet again for some time. So when it spoke again about an hour later, he was surprised.

I'm not leaving, the symbiote said. Stephen raised his brow; the tone was interesting. It was less haughty. You know I feed off what you call hormones. You normally make much more in one of your days than I see in other mortals. It's very satiating.

"And yet you still wanted more. I felt your attempted encroachment upon my mind and your desire for blood, and I will not allow it."

There was silence for a moment. I… might be convinced to live with your hormones. There was a lot in the beginning. It was delicious. I especially liked what you call adrenaline.

Stephen pressed his lips together. "That might suit, but from all I've read, your species absorb key nutrients that my vital organs need at an unsustainable rate. I'm afraid the human body simply isn't enough to provide for you long-term." He looked back at his book. "Now that you're more agreeable, perhaps I could place you in a dimension with no organic lifeforms for you to kill."

But that's boring! it whined. It actually whined. I want more adrenaline. You've given me so little.

"You're ignoring the fact that I just told you my body physically cannot handle you." He grimaced. "Even if I could make you swear not to harm Earth or its residents, this isn't sustainable."

Stephen felt a grudging admiration that wasn't from himself. I can't do anything you don't want. I've tried. No one's ever stopped me before. You're strong. There was a pause. I like your strength. I want to stay here—even if you'll only give me hormones.

"Did you not listen to a thing I said about my body's ability—"

You're a sorcerer! the parasite argued. You don't have normal mortal inhibitions. I can feed off many things. I can feed off your magic and you can keep your body's nutrients, as you say.

Stephen felt a spike of alarm. "I need my magic. You cannot have it."

I'm not leaving, it said again, stubbornly.

"I'll find a way to remove you," Stephen promised.

—— —— ——

Another two weeks passed. It was nearing the end of their second month quarantined in the Mirror Dimension and they were still at an impasse. The symbiote was in no way going to break through Stephen's mental defenses, and Stephen was having a hell of a time getting the creature either out of him or dead.

And the news that came with Wong's morning drop that day made Stephen realize just how permanent his situation might be.

The Cloak could immediately feel his resignation as he read the letter and tapped at his arm to ask why his mood changed. "Wong says that the Masters need to look into a new Master for the New York Sanctum if this is not resolved soon." Stephen clenched his teeth; he gave an oath to protect the world, and if this was the only way to do it…

Cloak has an idea, said the symbiote unexpectedly, breaking a three day silence.

That caught him off guard. "Beg your pardon?"

Cloak's volunteering to contribute part of its own magic. It has a significant amount.

Stephen blinked as a number of questions were raised by that statement. The first that was vocalized was, "The Cloak talks to you?"

Not exactly, the symbiote said. It is what you call inorganic. I am of the same kind. But what you call free will is powered by other forces that you have no word for, and in that way I can understand its intentions and it, mine. It was very annoying at the beginning, it ended with a light grumble.

Stephen lifted a hand to one of the gold clasps of the Cloak to indicate it to detach itself. While communication was limited, the cloak could do quite a bit with gestures and touches. "Is what it says true? That you can communicate with it?" he asked as the Cloak came to face him.

The Cloak bowed its collar in confirmation and Stephen pursed his lips. "And you are offering to give part of your magic in order for me to survive and leave here?" Another nod in confirmation. Stephen hesitated. "I don't want to see you harmed."

It won't hurt it, the symbiote said as the Cloak shook its collar and reached out for Stephen's hand in reassurance. Its magic is much older than yours. It is better than yours to sustain me.

Stephen frowned. "I cannot let myself out of here if this symbiote's words do not match his intentions. Can you see its intentions, and does it speak the truth?"

The Cloak nodded twice as the symbiote said, Magic tastes interesting. It is an acceptable substitute for blood, and tastes well with your adrenaline.

He thought about it for a moment. This may be an acceptable solution, as he trusted the Cloak with his life and knew it would not lie. "I do not know what magic would accomplish this."

You don't need to do anything, said the symbiote. It's between Cloak and me. So we'll do it, then we can get out of here.

"Wait," he said before they could start anything. "I will need approval from my peers. If they think it too dangerous, I am obligated to stay here."

He felt annoyance from the symbiote. Fine, it grumbled. It at least knew how futile arguing about this would be.

Stephen wrote a note in response and set it back at the drop point, then waited until the evening to leave his body and travel across the astral plane to meet Wong there. He got there just as Wong stepped through, and as he began to read the note, Stephen broke through the barriers of reality to speak with him.

Wong gave him a look. "You think it's safe?"

"I trust the Cloak."

Wong nodded towards the portal as he went towards it. "Still, you'll need to convince the others."

—— —— ——

Let no one say that Stephen Strange was anything but a very, very good debater. The meeting took two hours as they went through everything that could go wrong and Stephen's answers to why that wouldn't happen, or what they could easily do to prevent catastrophe. Part of him was partially convinced that he won them over through sheer stubbornness.

(It probably helped that they really didn't have any great candidates to take over the New York Sanctum, too. They were still spread too thin and no one really wanted to lose him to a threat that he seemed to have now under control.)

When Wong let him back into the Mirror Dimension, he floated his way back to his body and settled within it.

Well? the symbiote asked.

Stephen frowned as he noticed something off. "... did you try to move me while I was gone?"

... possibly. It must have felt Stephen's irritation and continued, I couldn't really do anything. You've blocked your mind even when outside your body. And Cloak got in the way.

He huffed his annoyance. "Well, if we're going to live with each other, that can't happen anymore."

So they agreed?

"They did," Stephen said. "Now promise me you won't try moving my body while I'm elsewhere."

He felt the pang of disappointment. Fine.

He pressed his lips together. "Right. Well, if the Cloak is still in agreement, you two do what you need to do."

The Cloak shifted. It reached forward on the left side so that it was fully covering his heart, and the right side lifted to cover his head, wrapping his face within the folds of the fabric. He blinked in surprise, but otherwise didn't move.

A short moment later, Stephen could feel the threads of magic about him and entering his skin. This magic was an old magic, a very ancient magic that weaved the very fabric of reality, the inherent magic of Earth that helped create a universe that could support the other magics borrowed from other dimensions that they used in various spellwork. He understood that the Cloak was ancient, but he truly did not realize until that moment the sort of power that was interwoven within each of its threads.

The power was breathtaking and exhilarating.

When the process stopped, Stephen had to remind himself to breathe. Slowly he exhaled, and the Cloak lifted itself off him completely to face him.

It had changed in physical appearance. Its checkered interior lining, formerly a faded red and grey, was now streaked with jagged black lines that spilled like ink from the collar downward. On the exterior, the darker solid red checkers were now pitch black, and the embroidered details upon the lining, the collar, and down part of the back were now made of black thread rather than the lighter red.

"How do you feel?" Stephen asked the Cloak. It spun around once in able movement, then settled down upon his shoulders as if to comfort him.

Cloak's fine, said the symbiote. This feels quite interesting. Tastes good with your adrenaline. Give me more.

"Say please," he muttered, even as his heart, already beating fast from the transformation process, kept its steady, fast beat as he created a portal back into the world. "We'll have some more ground rules to establish if you'll be staying for an extended period within my watch."

I look forward to it, the symbiote purred as Stephen stepped through the gateway and to his new chapter in life.

[peter-parkers-underoos]

Last Name Beck pt.1

Peter Parker x Beck!reader

ENDGAME SPOILERS!!! SPIDER-MAN: FAR FROM HOME SPOILERS!!!

seriously... SPOILERS

also this is only MY interpretation since the movie isn’t even out yet. i did all my research so leave me be!!

Synopsis: You and your father were transported to a separate earth in result of Iron Mans “snap.” Nick Fury explained this all- and he said you would need help from a brilliant man to get back home. What he didn’t explain was that the man who seemingly would be taking over Iron Mans legacy was a boy your age. You know how your father can be and you can see something off with this Peter Parker character- like he’s mentally sore from recent events. What better reason to ward off your father's illusions with the promise of keeping a young Spider-Boy safe?

Warnings: cussing, mentions of endgame, angst (in future chapters >:))

Words: 1601

A/N: HAHAHHAAHHA i hope it’s obvious who the reader's father lol. also pulled that synopsis outta my ass- as always. anyways enjoy. this is only part one.

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Your father isn’t who they think he is. He’s not some monster who’s only wish is to be famous. He’s not a bad guy. But he’s also not a good guy. You know, more than anyone, what he’s capable of. What illusions he’s got up his sleeve and just how far he’ll go to get the eyes on him.

That’s why you’re with him now. Not to help him- but to stop him. You don’t know who he’ll hurt on this earth. And the last thing you want is more casualties under his belt. He is your father after all.

You had a great deal of respect for him. You thought of him as ambitious and confident. But you’ve learned he’s more than that- you just can’t tell if what’s under the surface shows that he has a good heart or a speck of something greedy and more dirt ridden.

“This is Mr Beck.” You directed your attention the man you met earlier, Nick Fury. He was talking to a younger boy who was now talking to your father, Quentin Beck. They were giving him the rundown. The whole ‘Iron Mans snap tore a hole in this very delicate metaphysical object that divides our worlds and created a multiverse’ thing. And if your father was lying about this “snap” tearing a hole in the dimension, you weren't aware.

Thinking about whether this was all an illusion painted in a fucked up picture by your father made you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You brought one knee up to place under your chin and hugged your leg for comfort.

The younger boy looked around the room and you followed his gaze. He didn’t seem to want to be here. Something you two had in common. When his eyes landed on you, the tips of your fingers felt a slight electric shock.

“Uh- Hi I’m Peter… Barker- Parker. Beter Parker. Peter- Spider-Man.” You couldn’t help but grin. His uncoordinated and gawky demeanour held a soft spot in your heart. He reminded you… of a dog of some sorts. A puppy. One very nervous cute puppy.

“This is my daughter-” Quentin began.

“Y/N Beck.” You finished. The corners of Peters' mouth curled up into a small smile. His floppy brown hair framed his face well, and his deep-set eyes were relaxed. In a way he made you feel like you were home again. “Spider-Man huh?” You picked up your head and dropped your leg so you could fully stand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to- um- meet you... too.” A few moments of silence went by before he let out a soft ‘oh’ and held his hand out for you to shake. You gladly shook his hand and chuckled while doing so.

“No need to be nervous, kid,” Nick said as you let go of Peters' hand. Fury smacked the inept boys shoulder and walked over beside you. “In a way, she’s just like you.” Parker tilted his head somewhat and squinted. The way his eyes creased made you assume that he doesn’t meet a lot of kids his age who have powers.

“I’m guessing you’ve got superpowers or whatever right?” You asked as you crossed your arms. You grazed your eyes down his chest to see the crimson suit holding a nice spider symbol in between his chest bone. “You turn into a spider or something?” His mouth opened and then shut and he let out a breathy laugh.

“Uh no actually. I mean kinda- No not kinda. I sort of am a spider. Well, it’s hard to explain-” Nick grabbed Peters wrist and pointed it at the ceiling, pressing something on his palm. A thin line of web shot from his wrist and attached itself to the cement above us.

“Holy shit- That isn’t coming out of you is it?” Peter shook off Nicks' hand and twisted his wrist so he could easily grab the string. He smirked and pushed himself off the ground with his feet so that he could flip and land on the ceiling.

“Nope.” He said from his place upside down. You walked forward as he detached himself from the roof and turned right side up just in time to land on his heels.

“Brilliant! It’s like you’ve made yourself some kind of- of synthetic web fluid-”

“With their own corresponding web-shooters.” You reached out for his hand and turned it over so you could inspect the gadget fastened to his suit. “What can you do?” You looked up and felt yourself blush.

“Um, n-nothing too special.”

“Yeah right.” Your father spoke up. “Her mind works over two-thousand percent faster than any normal human beings- which gives her the ability to process battle strategies quicker-”

“Not always about battle strategies, dad.” You let go of Peters' hand and looked to your father.

“Still extremely intelligent.” He combated back.

“But I often get wicked headaches.” You looked to him and then to Nick as he began to speak too.

“I think they’re forgetting to mention the fact that she can manipulate the space-time continuum.” Fury butted in. You looked to Peter who had a shocked look plastered on his face.

“My mind works so fast that the atoms around me make the most sense when aligned in the form of an-… well like an Einstein-Rosen bridge.” You tried to explain.

“I bet she could even open a wormhole with no end to it.” Nick looked to the computers as a small beeping noise occurred.

“It’s hypothetically possible, but as I just said… hypothetical.” Peter licked his bottom lip and nodded. He looked at you like a deer caught in headlights as Nick made his way to the computers where there was another woman working. You didn’t quite catch her name, but she obviously knew what she was doing.

“That’s… so… badass.” Peter quickly wiped his mouth, in case he was drooling, and turned his head straight. “Uh so does your mind thingy make you- like- Sherlock Holmes or something?” You laughed loudly and covered your mouth to try and stop yourself from being too loud.

“You know what? Maybe.” Peter beamed as your laughing fit slowly subsided.

“Looks like we’ve got trouble.” Fury gritted his teeth. “Been here less than a week, Parker, and you’ve managed to get the attention of every goddamn villain in the multiverse.” You walked over to Nick to look at the monitors scattered across the table. Red dots blinked around the city and you sighed. “Good news though.”

“What good news could you possibly have- unless you tell me that I can go back to my hotel and enjoy the rest of my trip.” Peter walked up beside you and crossed his arms. You looked at him and took in his figure. You couldn’t imagine doing this kind of work on your own- you always had your father. You wondered if maybe he had someone like that in his life.

“Well, you got part of that right. The bastard closest to us is right outside your hotel.”

“Shit.” Parker groaned and threw his head down. “Then I better get going.” He uncrossed his arms and turned to leave.

“Wait a minute Spider-Kid- but the good news was that I’m sure if you ask nicely, Beck and his daughter just might help you get rid of these dimension travelling assholes.” Peter fidgeted with his mask in his hands and looked to you and your father.

“You wouldn’t mind would you?” He asked shyly and your father cleared his throat.

“Why not? You need all the help you can get.” You teased and grabbed your armoured gloves from the table.

“Hey-”

“No offence kid but the evil on our world is more complicated than the evil on yours.” Your father patted Peter on the shoulder and walked towards the exit.

“Be careful.” Nick said, directing his attention to the monitor again.

“When am I not careful.” Peter jogged himself over next to your dad.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Nick looked up from his computer and locked eyes with you. “Was I?” You swallowed thickly and glanced at the floor. When you turned you were met with the confused features of Peter.

“I’m just… clumsy.” You joked with a smile and formed your hands into fists. He stared at you- seemingly not believing you. He had every right to. You were this mysterious random girl from a different earth and you both haven’t even worked with one another.

Peter still stared and you bit your lip. He’s suspicious. He should be. So are you.

“Keep staring. I might do a trick.” You quipped. You took your fists and pulled them up in front of you. Peter, once again, turned his head to the side like a curious puppy as you hit the bottom of your right hand with the top of your left. You broke your hands away from each other and spread out your fingers, which made a medium sized searing hole in front of you. The edges of the hole on the ground were sparkly like firecrackers and you made a ‘tik tik’ sound with your tongue and the roof of your mouth.

To make sure you knew where you were going you took one last two-second glance at the monitor.

“See you on the other side, boys.” You lifted your dominant hand next to your face and gave the two boys by the exit a small wave, still continuing to wave and smile as you walked calmly over the edge- descending into the dark depths of the wormhole you had just created.

[lovehaswonangelnumbers]

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LoveHasWon Astrology Update~February Energies: The Great Awakening

LoveHasWon Astrology Update~February Energies: The Great Awakening

By Archeia Aurora

February will be all about remembering our true identity as powerful spiritual beings. The collective will begin to awaken to the truth of who they really are and begin to heal themselves and release all the toxic belief systems and thoughts that have poisoned us. 

Humanity will begin to question who they are and why they are here; what is the greater purpose of this life. This will slowly bring in their memory of their true origin and their spiritual powers will be activated. This month will be the beginning of the great awakening, as we begin to learn what true love is and how to embody it. All belief systems are collapsing and false identities are crumbling. 

We are entering a period of true awakening, as all unconsciousness beings to become conscious. As our feeling centers turn on again and we feel ourselves as part of the whole, the Oneness energies. Compassion, empathy and intuition will prevail over logic and rational. We will learn to discern truth from lies and the veil will be fully dissolved. 

February 3rd~VENUS ENTERS CAPRICORN 

Venus moves out of fun loving Sagittarius into hard working Capricorn on February 3rd. During her transit of Sagittarius, Venus explored what it means to experience love through adventure, truth seeking, and the higher perspective. Love is an experience and that is what we have been learning these past few weeks. It has no attachment to any person, place, or belief system, it simply an experience through living life to its fullest capacity. Venus in Sagittarius pushed the boundaries and looked beyond the mundane, it searched for the highest trust of who we are as love beings. More than anything, Venus us showed us that love is magical, it is beautiful, and it is pure joy. 

Venus in Capricorn carries a much different energy. If Sagittarius is the one staying at the party all night, Capricorn is the one leaving early so they can work in the morning. Venus here is going to teach us that love also requires self-discipline, responsibility, and reliability. Being love means we are dedicated and committed, and we follow through with our word and what we say we are going to do. Love is real and true, it is not flaky or flimsy. We may begin to see where we are not truly being love to others and not really loving ourselves. This requires discipline in order to become the masters we are. 

February, 4th~NEW MOON IN AQUARIUS 

The New Moon in Aquarius occurs on February 4th, while the Sun in Aquarius will be conjunct the Moon. Aquarius is an interesting and unique energy, as he has no problem stepping outside the box, questioning, and and being innovative. Aquarius can also be quite detached, as he tends to see the world through an objective lense, always learning and observing but lacking in feeling. In its highest aspect though, Aquarius cares deeply about the collective as a whole and seeks ideas and ways to serve the greater whole rather than itself or any individual. 

The New Moon in Aquarius is starting on a new path of collective energies. We can no longer operate or function from the “me” perspective. It is about the “we” now. WE, as humanity, as the collective have to come together to create the new paradigm, New Earth. This is a co-creation of the greatest magnitude and it requires humanity to begin questioning the illusion around them and not being afraid to go against the norm. Step outside of your box and into limitless thought and possibilities. This is true multidimensiality. 

  February 10th~MERCURY ENTERS PISCES

Mercury has been transiting Aquarius for the past few weeks and has opened up our perspective to infinite possibilities and creative insight. We became more unattached to ideas and information as we realized all is simply awareness, it is not concrete. Our visions of the future became crystal clear as we wake up to the realization that we can no longer live the way we have for eons of time. We are evolving and changing and this must be surrendered to. 

Now Mercury moves into dreamy Pisces and takes us to the next level of imagination. Pisces is the last sign between the physical and the spiritual realm. Pisces takes us beyond the veil into the miraculous world beyond us. Pisces represents our dreams, our emotions, our intuition and our spirituality. We move into oneness and transcend separation. 

This transit will inspire us to connect with the truth that we are all One. That there are infinite worlds beyond the one we see in front of us. Our spiritual gifts and connections will come more online and we will seek to connect compassionately and intuitively with the world around us. We leave behind the left brained logic and rational and exchange it for imagination and empathy. 

  February 14th~MARS ENTERS TAURUS

Mars, the warrior planet of action and will is leaving its home sign of Aries and moving into Taurus. While in Aries, our passion and our motivation were at an all time high and we sought to power through life’s challenges. We learned to transform our anger into passion and our self-will into divine will. We left behind the programmings of competition and power over. 

With Mars moving into Taurus, we slow down a bit, realizing that all good things take patience, which Aries lacks. We are getting more in tune with our physical bodies and exploring and appreciating the physical experience. We are blessed to be able to experience other souls within these physical bodies, to experience touch, taste, and smell. In the etheric realm, they do not experience such things, as all exists as energy rather than matter. 

Take moments to share gratitude for being able to hug someone who you love, who is part of your soul family. To feel the physical experience of love. To taste wonderful foods that only exist in this dimension. To smell things which invoke powerful emotions and memories. We are anchoring in the etheric into the physical and must appreciate the beauty of this blend. 

  February 18th ~SUN ENTERS PISCES

The Sun leaves behind quirky Aquarius on February 18th, and enters mystical Pisces. Our focus will shift from ideas, knowledge, and insights to pure consciousness, spirituality, and compassion. We now have anchored in our divine thoughts and the capabilities we truly have as angel humans, but now we must remember our spiritual gifts and our heart centered connections. We are spiritual beings having a human experience, not the other way around.

We cannot transition into the new paradigm until we acknowledge our spiritual powers and how connected we are to everyone and everything. We cannot exist in unity until we accept that we are ONE. Pisces understands this deeply and has such empathy towards others. Soul connections will be coming online now as we begin to gather with our soul families for the final countdown of this ascension.

  February 18th~CHIRON ENTERS ARIES

Chiron has been busy the past year, as the wounded healer finished up his 8 year tour through mystical Pisces and moved into Aries last year. He then went retrograde later in the year back into Pisces to wrap up the healing of our deep spiritual wounds such as separation, unworthiness, and fear of God. This was the final cleansing of these ancient wounds humanity has held for thousands of years. 

Now, Chiron moves back into Aries where we will begin to heal wounds around our identity and who we are. Humanity has been lost in the illusion feeling like they are simply these 3D humans in these meat suits, living out a menial existence. They have lost their sense of purpose and true sense of self. These wound will becoming to the surface now as the collective begins to question, “who am I?”, “why am I here?”. We begin to heal the wounds of illusion that has kept us small and in amnesia and our true divinity. 

  February 19th~FULL MOON IN VIRGO 

On February 19th we will have a Full Moon in Virgo at 0 degrees. This Moon will be opposite the Sun in Pisces, as we learn to blend spirituality with practicalness, intuition with research, and compassion with discernment. We are becoming whole beings of truth and feeling. This is the 4th full moon at 0 degrees and we are now birthing ourselves into purity of thought, spirit, and body. We are learning to forgive ourselves (Pisces) and release self-criticism (Virgo).

Mars will be conjunct Uranus in Taurus causing sudden change within our planet and how we deal with resources. Humanity is no longer allowed to take and pillage from Mother Earth. Mercury in Pisces will be conjunct Neptune in Pisces, bringing our spiritual gifts full online through out divine connection. Finally, Venus in Capricorn will conjunct Saturn in Capricorn bringing earthiness to our relationships and our expression of love. We may feel some restriction within our ability to express our love, however, once we learn to truly love ourselves first we can begin to organically express it. 

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MICHELIN GUIDE REVIEW

MICHELIN GUIDE REVIEW

The day has come, I had gotten a reservation at the restaurant that is most mysterious to the world. It is for that mystery that we decided to make an exception in the Michelin Guide policy of reviewing the restaurant with two inspectors, as the cook Lenny Bellardo only allows one single diner per night to enter his premises. What morbid curiosity! The whole world is dying of curiosity. [...] We all want to see that which is hidden. We all want to stare the forbidden in the face. [1] I turn the corner of Kundmanngasse and it appears infront of me.  A dark place, and the veil in front. [2] The flat veil is always bright: on it the world of the palais casts a shadow; light creates a shaded area. My knowledge is limited to these shadows [3] The silhouettes of the cooks, the moving leaves of the trees and the birds, the ortlolan. Forms, lights, shadows and colours have been mixed by the meeting of humans, the Grand Narrative of time and the trip around the world. [4] A world for me to experience and transcend as I will eat the ortolan tonight. I hear the murmur of honey bees, the varied songs of many birds [5] a tremendous flurry calling of slaves and butlers, and pandemonium among the cooks. [6] shaping, all, on one great tune with bees, insects, flowers and trees. [5] Trembling with anticipation. I am welcomed at the gate by a man of stained white clothes ushering me in. I am handed a drink in which, floating on the surface of the freshly poured armagnac, I find a small feather. 

I feel a jet of warm air cascading over myself. [7] The smells are simple: roasting beef, some wine, presumably some scent of baking bread [8] There are truffles, flowers, animals, fruits, grasses, and vegetables of the Old World and New; an aviary, so to speak [9] For here we are in the Land of Birds, whereon for the force of their flying and the flapping of their wings, we cannot hear one other speak. [10] I feel the softness in the depths of the Earth, beneath my feet. [11] Roots around me growing into the ground as I am placed at the table with its rum stained lace tablecloth: beneath fig trees. [12] The first course is served. The truffle is nothing else but an agglomeration of elementary earth. [13] The soil on which vegetation rests. I trace the nature of the soil, on which depends the growth of plants. [14] The figs. I hear the myth of the forest primeval providing the legendary site where we started our evolution toward civilization under the hidden guidance of divine providence. [15] As the ortolans sing above my head we follow the ramp sinking down into the earth  [25]  As we move further down into the soil i grasp a last sight at a single white plastic deckchair sitting amongst the white clothes hung up to dry dancing in the wind of the buildings exhaust system.

As we move out from under the trees and my feet touch the harsh asphalt it rises from behind the greenery. The birds circling around it as it had a magnetic pull to it, catching the light emitted from the different compartements of the building. Duplicating each of the birds and throwing them back onto the veil the shadows denser and more concrete than its substance [16] The compartments which light reveals to advantage; the image of these is distinct and tangible within us and without ambiguity. [17] The frozen kaleidoscopic whirl of colors and shapes. [18] below the shimmering of waves, the scattering of the red hot light imprisoned in vapour [19] Divided by the nervous system. Pipes discharging wastewater into a well [20] large ducts that feed downwards or upwards. [21] Superefficient fixtures for heating, cooling, and ventilation [22] breathing into the night air. Wrapped around the building, connecting it to detached cabinet of curtains behind. The stairs and the corridors leading away from them at each level, like the veins of our bodies the pulsating arteries of a building. [23] Moving freely around the World of Creation [24] the cooks rushing from one door to the other, from one floor to the next. Like worker bees swarming around their queen in the hive. Drawn in by the building we follow the ramp sinking down into the earth,  [25] As we move further down into the soil i grasp a last sight at a single white plastic deckchair sitting amongst the white clothes hung up to dry moving in the wind of the buildings exhaust system. As we move further down into the soil i grasp a last sight at a single white plastic deckchair sitting amongst the white clothes hung up to dry dancing in the wind of the buildings exhaust system.The ramp widens and the concrete wall becomes an opening. [26] Above the entrance I see an array of slow turning axial flow fans [27] whispering the scents of the kitchen into the atmosphere of the garden. Below blurry traces of the cooks rushing carts full of crates through the hall. The merchants dealing with cooks about imports and sales settled over here. [28] Selecting from the goods travelling [...] between continents and oceans. [29] I hear the rustling of a cart pushed towards me by a cook. In the gray plastic crate on the top the next course is revealed to me. 5 tiny eggs that give rise to a new life [30] coated in the most exclusive spices. A movement of intercontinental exchange [...] constituting a world conspiring with new bodies. [31] My neural network becomes one with the moving lights of the globe. Strings of movement connected to the nodes that are the becoming of the ortolan. I feel a special sense of power, of entitlement as I walk through this gate and into the intestines, the inner workings of the building. As if I was some kind of mobster in the movies walking through the dark and twisted hallways of the establishment he owns. I can’t help but picture myself walking through the kitchen experiencing all the scents and maybe even hear an ortolan squeal as it is drowned in armanac.We stand infront of the heavy chromed door. Open the wall, open the hymen, open the veil : death.[32] Cold. Silence. As if we were a thousand meters below the surface. This interior is not “frozen music” but “arrested maelstrom.”[33] All the delicacies of the world buried deep in blocks of ice : intact to all appearances [34] The most bizarre thing I see? That would have to be a frozen lizard. [35] A Catalogue of 10, 000 stars.[36] The noisy echo of a thousand voices, the white light with ten colours,[37] broken through the ice into the spectrum of the rainbow absorbing it. [38] And in the middle the gleaming white table with a single frozen flower I feel the crunch of fresh snow [39] between my teeth and let the frozen history of the petal dissolve on my tongue. The element becomes a multitude of crossroads or nexus of relations, a network of connections [40] of temporalities. In this closed cell, this temporary sepulchre, the myths of resurrection arise easily enough.[41] Locked in frozen layers, a universe of ancient creatures awaits another chance at life.[42]

I witness a transformation of substances and a dissolution of forms [...]  such that my body or the room do not end at a precise point. [43] There is nothing but the immense noise of the ocean. Chaos, noise, disorder. The base of existence  [ ...] noise spills out into space. [44] In this collapse of the surface, the entire world loses its meaning. [45] On the ceiling the pipes inhaling the fumes trying to make sense of the molecular essence of things just as I am. And here I see him for the first time Lenny Bellardo the mixer of meanings or voices, [ ...] He warms the room, gives a fever, increases agitation and thermal disorder. [46] His arms raised like the conductor of an orchestra [ ...] violent rhythms succeed a graceful andante. [47] In the corners the mist condenses, stains running down the walls, letting us percieve the boundaries of infinite space. On my spoon I sense Aphrodite herself rise, living, erect and naked, in the ruffles of the waves, of the prebiotic soup. [48] where things and organs are distinguished solely by gradients, migrations, zones of proximity. [49] On the aluminium table the reflection of the dancing mist. As Lenny bellardo conducts the heat.

The raging noise of the heat now distant. The only thing I feel is warmth. In this windowless room in the heart of the building. The only light coming from the fireplace. The dancing flames projected onto the thick curtains. A shadow moving along the wall carrying to my table a large silver platter enhancing the reflections of the warm flames. The pig that picked the truffles invariably impaled on a stick and roasted above a fire. [50]  There, I sense the ancient elemental things : the smell of the meat as it turned golden on the spit, the trees, the dry branches, the fire that brings men together. [51] Intelligence enters into time, into the most rapid, lively, and subtle shifts and fluctuations of turbulence, of the dancing flames. Dancing the dance of the ortolan. A single cut out of the apple of the pigs mouth and I am back in the garden. The circle has closed. From growth to selection to conservation to dissolution. The eternal circulation of the elements of bodies. [52] passing from one form to the other. [53] Becoming. Circulating around the central void. A void that in itself begins to take on colour. [54] For it is now time to go beyond. Ready to be taken to another dimension. [55] As Lenny enters the room. bearing in his hands two cast-iron cocottes. Inside each I assume a tiny, stillsizzling. roasted bird head, beak, and feet still attached, guts intact inside its plump little belly. [56]

A stairace moving upwards in the concealed atmosphere of the garden. Into the white space [..] circumscribed, redoubled by a veil or a net which is superimposed, and gives it a volume. [57] I understand that it is not the environment that is unknown, but rather, my own body, that becomes the point of interest of the room [58] Depicting the physical setting would be superfluous and divert the  gaze away from the ritual action. [59] Everything has been experienced, everything enjoyed to the full, the whole  [60] But yet something remains missing the bird that made men to kings and kings to gods. I lean forward as the host high pours from a bottle of Armagnac, dousing the ortolan then ignites it. The flames in the cocottes burn down, and the ortolans are distributed. One to me, one to him. Everyone at this table knows what to do and how to do it. [61] Eager to indulge upon the bird I look around the table for the napkin that is traditionally used to cover the faces and allows diners to savor the aromas and enjoy some privacy while devouring the bird or hide their indulgence from the eyes of God. [62] But it is missing, instead Lenny looks me in my eyes affirmatively as to tell me to go ahead. Here I am in turn, the last, at the pinnacle of power, at the very instant of committing the sin. [63] An internal law rules up to a threshold, after which the law is changed. [...] The five senses stop at these thresholds which it is now a question of going beyond. the Gates of Hell or Paradise. The horror, rather, of those who detest experience, or the ecstasy of those who bathe in it. [64] A quick exchange of sights and I accept my dissolution in the burning plasma of matter. [65] First comes the skin and the fat. It’s hot. So hot that I’m drawing short, panicky, circular breaths [...] breathing around the ortolan, shifting it gingerly around my mouth with my tongue so I don’t burn myself. [...] [66] Trying to hide my pain as I quickly glance up at lenny who sits calmly staring into the atmosphere. There’s a vestigial flavor of Armagnac, low-hanging fumes of airborne fat particles, an intoxicating, miasma. Time goes by. Seconds? Moments? I don’t know. [...] I bring my molars slowly down and through the bird’s rib cage with a wet crunch and am rewarded with a scalding hot rush of burning fat and guts down my throat. Rarely have pain and delight combined so well. I’m giddily uncomfortable, waiting for the aromas to unfold breathing in short, controlled gasps as I continue, slowly ever so slowly to chew. [67] On the other side of the table, lenny unfazed as if he already knew what was coming. With every bite, as the thin bones and layers of fat, meat, skin, and organs compact in on themselves, there are dribbles of varied ancient flavors: figs, Armagnac, dark flesh slightly infused with the salty taste of my own blood as my mouth is pricked by the sharp bones. [68] Now for the last part the final bite the last step, ready to transcend. I close my eyes. 

I swallow, I draw in the head and beak, which, until now, had been hanging from my lips, and crush the skull. [69] I look at lenny. The smoke from his cigarette flowing up into the sky. Where just moments ago the cloth of the veil had covered us, now stands tall and judgingly the reflection of the moon mirrored in the façade of the neighbouring building. Bright, distorted and fragmented by the still lit windows. No Language or sound, breezes, scents, shadows, songs or shapes but nothingness [70] Mixed with the taste of my own blood.

My face is frozen in terror. [71] Without a word I get up. On the oposite side of the roof an elevator door opens behind the white curtains waving in the night breeze. Seeing myself cross the catwalk free in the air among the birs towards the elevator taking the perspective of the neighbouring building, disintegrated. With a dull clank the doors close. I am alone. Just me and my distorted image in the claustrophbic chrome walls. A blank look from my reflection to me, from the black box to its lit up threshold, from the hidden to the publicly posted, from veil to unveiling, from the entangled to taking apart thread by thread. [72] Madness surges upon me. The justice of this form of madness lies precisely in its capacity to unveil the truth. [73] I have no option but to consider myself guilty. My torture had been my glory : my deliverance was my humiliation. [74] Gluttony, laziness, lust, and anger pass from the confessional to the laboratory, from spiritual and subjective intention to rational evidence and obligation, both final and causal. [75] Sitting on a rooftop, on two plastic chairs, among two greasy paperplates and a cherry coke zero. Lenny Bellardo unveiled the terminal truth of man : he showed how far he could be pushed by the passions, life in society and everything that distanced him from a primitive nature that knew no madness. [76] he has found a new way of judging life, of universalizing the condemnation of life, by internalizing sin “ [77] But the bringer of sin and death necessarily also brought healing and life. [78] 

Lenny Please forgive me. 

For having left your restaurant without a word to you.

For believing that carnal desires can be satisfied. [79] For wanting to see what is behind the veil. For I came to the house that showed to me the becoming of man but wanted more. What strong and simple science will tell me the moment of denouement, of being stripped bare and untied, the moment of true casting off, and tell me to take nothing, to go completely naked, overwhelmed, burning, trembling in all my limbs, from this Earth toward the void. [80] For kings are not gods; they are but men, who are often enchanted by the Sirens’ song. [81] I see that it has not changed; and yet I see it differently.[82] For I am free now. For I am lost now. Why write about an object that is disappearing, in a language that is dying? [...]The five senses, still on the verge of departure towards another adventure, a ghost of the real, timidly described in a ghost of language .

this is my confession [83]

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What Is Divine Mercy?

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Divine Mercy has been called "the greatest grassroots movement in the history of the Catholic Church" and has changed millions of lives. But what is it?

The following is drawn from Fr. Michael Gaitley's book Divine Mercy Explained:

Divine Mercy, in General

Divine Mercy gets to the heart of Sacred Scripture. In fact, as the Catechism of the Catholic Church says, "The Gospel is the revelation in Jesus Christ of God's mercy to sinners" (1849). Right there: That summarizes it. Divine Mercy is the Gospel. It's the good news. And so, it gets to the very center of our faith. Moreover, in the words of Pope Benedict XVI, "Divine Mercy is not a secondary devotion, but an integral dimension of Christian faith and prayer." Benedict even goes so far as to say, "[M]ercy is the central nucleus of the Gospel message."

Okay, so what is Divine Mercy? What is this thing that gets to the heart of Sacred Scripture and to the very center of our faith? To begin, mercy is "love's second name," as John Paul II said. It's a particular kind of love, a particular mode of love when it encounters suffering, poverty, brokenness, and sin. Divine Mercy is when God's love meets us and helps us in the midst of our suffering and sin. In fact, because this side of eternity we're all sinners and because suffering is our lot in life, God's love for us here always takes the form of mercy. It's always the Lord stepping out in compassion to help us poor, weak, and broken sinners. From our perspective, then, every good we receive is an expression Divine Mercy.

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The Message of Divine Mercy

The message of Divine Mercy is something that's most associated with a Polish nun who died in 1938, about a year before the start of World War II. She's known today as St. Maria Faustina Kowalska. Saint Faustina was a mystic. In other words, she received extraordinary experiences of the Lord Jesus in prayer. In fact, Jesus appeared to her and even spoke with her.

Of course, Jesus didn't reveal some new Gospel when he appeared to St. Faustina. He already revealed everything He needed to say 2,000 years ago to the Apostles and through Sacred Scripture. So, why did He do it? Why did He appear to Faustina?

Actually, why does He appear to any mystic for that matter?

God sometimes appears to mystics because He has a prophetic message for a particular time in history, and He uses particular men and women to share His message. Sometimes it's to remind us of something that's been forgotten. Sometimes it's a warning. At other times, it's a message of comfort. Or it may simply be a call to conversion. Whatever it is, it doesn't change the Bible. Rather, it brings us back to it at a certain time in history.

A page from St. Faustina Diary. (Caption for linked image)

Okay, so what's the particular and important message that God wants to give to us in our modern time through St. Faustina? Simple. He wants to remind us of the heart of Sacred Scripture, namely, His mercy for us sinners. In fact, He's saying to us sinners, "Now is the time of mercy. Now is a time of extraordinary mercy! Now is a time when I want give especially great graces to the human race. I want to pour out My mercy in a big way."

Why would God say this? Why would He want to give such great graces in our time? Blessed John Paul II explained it best. First, he pointed out something we all know: namely, that there are all kinds of blessings in our contemporary society. For instance, modern technology has done so much to make life easier for us. Just think of e-mail, cell phones, smartphones, and air-conditioning. All these things are blessings. Yet, in the midst of these blessings and in some ways because of the very same advances in technology that brought them, John Paul would say that evil has a reach and power in our day like never before. Indeed, our time, sadly, is marked by unprecedented evil. Despite this, John Paul would also say, "Be not afraid." Why should we not be afraid? Because of what St. Paul writes in Romans, "Where sin increased, grace abounded all the more" (5:20). In other words, God is not outdone by evil. So, in a time of great evil, God wants to give even greater graces, and in our time, the graces are huge, precisely because there's so much sin.

How can we tap into the extraordinary graces of our time? If there are tons of graces available to us, how are we to gather them in?

Tapping Into the Graces

Alright, so how do we do it? How do we get the great graces of Divine Mercy in our time? One important way to get them is to live out a devotion to Divine Mercy, and learning how to live it out is easy. All you need to know is one, little word – actually, it's a little bird: finch. F-I-N-C-H. Finch. If you remember this word, you've got it. So let's get started with F-I- N-C-H, beginning with "F."

F = Feast. What feast? The Feast of Divine Mercy, also known as Divine Mercy Sunday. Divine Mercy Sunday falls on the Second Sunday of Easter.

What's so great about Divine Mercy Sunday? Well, look at it this way: What's the most important feast day of the year? Easter, right? And how many days is Easter?

We celebrate it for eight full days, which is why we call it the Octave of Easter. But the last day is the greatest of all. The eighth day. It's the climax of the whole feast.

Well, Divine Mercy Sunday is the eighth day of Easter, the climax of the entire Easter celebration. In a sense, it's the most important day of the most important feast!

Now, Divine Mercy Sunday existed way before St. Faustina. In fact, it has its roots in the Easter celebrations of the early Church. When Jesus told Faustina that He wanted the feast celebrated, she asked some priests and theologians about it, and they told her, "There already is such a feast." So, Faustina went back to Jesus and told Him, "They tell me that there already is such a feast, and so why should I talk about it?" Jesus responded, "And who knows anything about this feast? No one!" (Diary of St. Faustina, 341). In other words, the great feast of mercy had been forgotten and was almost completely unknown.

So, you can imagine Jesus saying to Faustina, "Look, I want people to know and celebrate this feast. And to sweeten the deal, I promise to give great graces on Divine Mercy Sunday." Specifically, he told her:

On that day [Divine Mercy Sunday], the very depths of My tender mercy are opened.

I pour out a whole ocean of graces upon those souls who approach the fount of My mercy. ...

On that day, all the divine floodgates through which graces flow are opened. (Diary of St. Faustina, 699)

Thousands upon thousands of people attest to the super-power of prayer offered on Divine Mercy Sunday. But we still haven't gotten to our favorite part of Divine Mercy Sunday, what we call "the clean slate grace."

Regarding Divine Mercy Sunday, Jesus told St. Faustina, "The soul that will go to Confession and receive Holy Communion shall obtain complete forgiveness of sins and punishment"(699). Now, that's a big deal. It means that if we were to die right after receiving this grace, then we wouldn't have to go to purgatory! In other words, our slate is wiped clean. In fact, the theologian who was assigned by the future Pope John Paul II to investigate the question "What is the grace of Mercy Sunday?" likened the grace to a second baptism. Of course, it's not the same as Baptism, but it is an extraordinary grace of being cleansed of sin and the punishment due to sin.

Unfortunately, a lot of people confuse the great grace of Divine Mercy Sunday with a plenary indulgence. It's not the same thing. To get a plenary indulgence, you need to do the indulgenced act, pray for the intentions of the Holy Father, go to confession (within 20 days), receive Holy Communion, and be detached from all sin.

That last one is the kicker. Are we detached from all sin? Saint Philip Neri was speaking to a large crowd of people who had gathered for some Church event to receive a plenary indulgence, and the Holy Spirit told St. Philip that only two people in the whole crowd were going to receive the plenary indulgence: Philip himself and a seven-year-old boy – presumably because everyone else was attached to sin.

Now, the good news about the grace of Divine Mercy Sunday is that to receive it, you simply need to go to confession before or on the feast – the experts say that sometime during Lent suffices – be in the state of grace (no mortal sin), and receive Holy Communion with the intention of obtaining the promised grace. Of course, we should also do acts of mercy such as forgiving people, praying for others, and having the intention to be more merciful to our neighbor.

Okay, so that explains the feast. Now let's look at the next letter, "I," as in F-I ...

I = Image. What image? The Image of Divine Mercy. Jesus told St. Faustina to have an image painted just as He looked when He appeared to her. She obeyed and had it painted by a Polish artist, Eugene Kazimirowski. It took him more than 12 tries before Faustina accepted it as satisfactory.

As you can see from the image right here to the right, Jesus' right hand is raised in blessing. Also, He's taking a step toward us, and two rays of light issue from His Heart: a red ray and a pale ray, representing the blood and water that gushed forth from His pierced side on the Cross. At the bottom of the image, Jesus wanted a prayer to be written, "Jesus, I trust in You." He also promised to give great graces through it. For instance, one time, He said:

I am offering people a vessel with which they are to keep coming for graces ...

that vessel is this image with the signature, Jesus, I trust in You." By means of

this image, I shall be granting many graces to souls. (327, 742)

We've received countless testimonies from people who have experienced special graces through the Divine Mercy image. One grace that comes through the image is this: It heals the way people often mistakenly view God. Here's what we mean. People too often have a false image of God. They're afraid of Him and see Him as some mean ogre just out to ruin their fun. Well, the Image of Divine Mercy helps to change that. In it, we discover our Merciful Savior who surely calls us to conversion but who also blesses us, loves us, and is deserving of all of our trust.

Next, we come to the letter "N," as in F-I-N ...

N = Novena. What novena? The Novena to Divine Mercy. A novena is basically nine days of prayer in a row. Jesus taught St. Faustina a novena that He wanted her to pray and that we can all pray. Each day He asked that a different group of people be entrusted to Him (for example, "all sinners" on day one and "all priests and religious" on day two).

Novena Prayers Leading Up To Divine Mercy Sunday - See link below:

https://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/a84285_4449c385c64b44e0b577827716c1c284.pdf

Before moving to the next point, we'd just like to answer a question that people often ask about the novena: "When should I begin?" Well, it can be prayed at any time, but a special time to pray it is in preparation for Divine Mercy Sunday. The starting date for the novena, combined with praying the Chaplet of Divine Mercy (see below), is Good Friday, and it ends on the Saturday after Easter Sunday, the day before Divine Mercy Sunday. (Novenas typically end the day before the feast.) While you don't have to pray this novena to obtain the grace of Divine Mercy Sunday, it is a good way to prepare, and Jesus promised, "By this novena, I will grant every possible grace to souls."

Now we come to letter "C" as in F-I-N-C ...

C = Chaplet. What chaplet? The Chaplet of Divine Mercy. This is a prayer that's prayed on ordinary rosary beads, and it's pretty popular today – perhaps because it can be prayed in a short amount of time (about seven minutes).

I think another reason why the chaplet is so popular is because it's such an incredibly powerful prayer. Why is it so powerful? Because it draws its strength from the holiest and mightiest prayer there is: the Mass. In other words, the Chaplet of Divine Mercy is a kind of extension of the prayer of the Mass. In fact, it's a kind of extension of what we'll call the "supercharged moment of the Mass." Here's what we mean: It's an extension of that moment when the priest at the altar takes the Body and Blood of Christ into his hands and offers it up to the Father with these words:

Through Him, and with Him, and in Him, O God, almighty Father, in the unity

of the Holy Spirit, all glory and honor is Yours forever and ever. Amen.

That's supercharged because, at the Mass, Jesus is giving Himself Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity into our hands: literally, in the hands of the priest and spiritually, in the hands of all the lay faithful who are uniting their own sacrifices to the offering of the priest at the altar. Together, each in his own way, we offer Jesus' infinite sacrifice of love to the Father. That's the power of the Mass. It's Jesus' own sacrifice of love in our hands, held up to the Father, and the Father can't resist such a perfect sacrifice of love. It really is the perfect prayer.

Now, the chaplet is an extension of that moment of the Mass, because on the "Our Father" beads of the rosary, we pray, "Eternal Father, I offer You the Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity of Your dearly beloved Son, our Lord Jesus Christ in atonement for our sins and those of [what? ... my family? ... my city? ... no, not just that ...] for the whole world." So, it's a bold prayer: It's for the whole world! And it can be bold, because it relies on infinite merits: Christ's infinite sacrifice of love on the Cross. Alright, so this explains the "Our Father" beads.

On each "Hail Mary" bead, we pray, "For the sake of His sorrowful Passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world." In other words, as we're holding up to the Father His Son's infinite sacrifice of love, we keep repeating: "Mercy, mercy, mercy." More specifically, we keep praying, "Have mercy on us and on the whole world." And this is powerful. And you know who it's most powerful for? The dying. Our Heavenly Father said to St. Faustina:

When this chaplet is said by the bedside of a dying person ... unfathomable  mercy envelops the soul, and the very depths of My tender mercy are moved for the sake of the sorrowful Passion of My Son. (811) Also, Jesus made several comforting promises to those who pray the chaplet:

Say unceasingly the chaplet that I have taught you. Whoever will recite it will  receive great mercy at the hour of death. ... Even if there were a sinner most hardened, if he were to recite this chaplet only once, he would receive grace from My infinite mercy. (687)

The souls that say this chaplet will be embraced by My mercy during their lifetime and especially at the hour of their death. (754)

Oh, what great graces I will grant to souls who say this chaplet; the very depths of My tender mercy are stirred for the sake of those who say the chaplet. (848)

My daughter, encourage souls to say the chaplet which I have given to you. It pleases Me to grant everything they ask of Me by saying the chaplet. When hardened sinners say it, I will fill their souls with peace, and the hour of their death will be a happy one. (1541)

Okay, that was C for chaplet. Learn how to pray the chaplet.

Now, on to the last letter: "H," as in F-I-N-C-H.

H = Hour. What hour? The Hour of Great Mercy. Because Jesus died on the Cross for us at 3 p.m., every day between 3-4 in the afternoon is known as the Hour of Great Mercy. During this hour, Jesus asked St. Faustina to pray the Stations of the Cross, provided her duties permitted it. But He went on to say:

If you are not able to make the Stations of the Cross, then at least step into the chapel for a moment and adore, in the Blessed Sacrament, My Heart, which is full of mercy; and should you be unable to step into the chapel, immerse yourself in prayer there where you happen to be ... and if only for a brief moment, immerse yourself in My Passion, particularly in My abandonment at the moment of agony. (1572, 1320)

What Jesus wants above all, through this devotion, is that we have mercy on Him! In other words, He wants us to recall His sacrifice of love. He wants us to think about what He did for us on the Cross. He simply wants our love. So, let's get "the three o'clock habit" and remember Jesus' sacrifice of love for us, even if only for a moment.

Oh, and one other thing about the Three O'clock Hour: Jesus promised that it's a huge time of grace: "This is the hour of great mercy for the whole world. ... I will refuse nothing to the soul that makes a request of Me in virtue of My Passion" (1320). Thus, we can look at this hour as a kind of mini-Mercy Sunday that we have every day. So, it's also a great time to pray for our loved ones, especially for the conversion of unrepentant sinners, and to recite the Chaplet of Divine Mercy.

Pamphlet on how to Recite The Divine Mercy Chaplet - See link below:

https://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/a84285_8b3e3c2893638e5fd10bd9d166b12ce1.pdf

The ABC's

Of course, we haven't only been covering the devotion. We've also learned some of the basics of the Divine Mercy message. But there's a bit more we should know regarding how to live it. Father George Kosicki's teaching tool, the "ABC's of Mercy," will help us.

By the way, before we begin, we should mention that living the Divine Mercy message and devotion to the full presupposes that one actively participates in the Sacraments. For the Sacraments are the true sources and fountains of God's mercy.

A = Ask for mercy. In Sacred Scripture, Jesus tells us, "Ask and it will be given to you ... for everyone who asks receives" (Mt 7:7, 8). In the Diary of St. Faustina, Jesus reminds us of this idea:

Souls that make an appeal to My mercy delight Me. To such souls I grant even more graces than they ask.

I cannot punish even the greatest sinner if he makes an appeal to My compassion (1146).

[B]eg for mercy for the whole world (570). No soul that has called upon My mercy has been disappointed (1541).

B = Be merciful in deed, word, and prayer. As we learned earlier, mercy is love's second name. It's a particular kind of love, a particular mode of love when it encounters suffering, poverty, brokenness, and sin. But it's not just a movement of the heart. It's not just feeling compassion for someone. To be true, mercy must also be put into action. So, mercy is really two movements: heart and arms. The "heart" part is the movement of compassion — it's something we feel. The "arms" part is the movement to alleviate the suffering of another — it's something we do. And what should we do? Jesus tells us in the Diary:

I am giving you three ways of exercising mercy toward your neighbor: the first — by deed, the second — by word, the third — by prayer.

In these three degrees is contained the fullness of mercy, and it is an unquestionable proof of love for Me.

By this means a soul glorifies Me and pays reverence to My mercy (742).

So, mercy in action is mercy in deed, word, and prayer. And whenever our hearts are moved to compassion, wherever we are, we can always put this compassion into action either by some deed that helps alleviate another person's suffering, by some word that comforts or assists them, or by prayer.

As St. Faustina wrote: "If I cannot show mercy by deeds or words, I can always do so by prayer. My prayer reaches out even there where I cannot reach out physically" (163). Of course, one of the great prayers of mercy, as we learned earlier, is the Chaplet of Divine Mercy.

C = Completely Trust. Trust in the mercy of God gets to the heart of the message of Divine Mercy, which is why the Image of Divine Mercy has the prayer at the bottom, "Jesus, I trust in You." Now, trust does not mean that we have license to go about sinning as we please. Rather, it implies that we repent of our sins. Anyway, here are some beautiful quotes from the Diary that have to do with trust:

Encourage the souls with whom you come in contact to trust in My infinite mercy.

Oh, how I love those souls who have complete confidence in Me — I will do everything for them. (294)

Why are you fearful and why do you tremble when you are united to Me? I am displeased when a soul yields to vain terror.

Who will dare to touch you when you are with Me? Most dear to Me is the soul that strongly believes in My

goodness and has complete trust in Me. I heap My confidence upon it and give it all it asks. (453)

I desire that the whole world know My infinite mercy.

I desire to grant unimaginable graces to those souls who trust in My mercy. (687)

I am Love and Mercy itself. When a soul approaches Me with trust,

I fill it with such an abundance of graces that it cannot contain them within itself, but radiates them to other souls. (1074)

Sooner would heaven and earth turn into nothingness than would My mercy not embrace a trusting soul. (1777)

Alright, now that we know our ABC's of mercy and FINCH, we're all set to live the Divine Mercy message and devotion to the full

[everythingtimeless]

Welcome to EverythingTimeless’ Weekly Roundtable, a sprawling discussion in which your friendly neighborhood Mod Time Team breaks down episodes of our favorite show, Timeless. We can’t promise to be coherent, but we’ll try our best. 

This week: Season 1, Episode 2 - The Assassination of Abraham Lincoln

Sarah: Friends, family, Time Team. We are gathered here today. To talk about Robert Todd Lincoln. (Right? That’s what we’re here to talk about?) 

Kate: Can I say it is still to soon even if I was supposed to be prepared to? Because, RTL. 

Gissane: That’s exactly what I signed up for. I also think we should make a fan club. Posters. Tees. Mugs. ALL THINGS RTL.

Ann: Girls, we must be PROFESSIONALS about this now. We are SERIOUS bloggers. So we can only squee over Dreamboat Lincoln in due order of the episode conversation.(Also maybe set up a side-side RTL appreciation blog?)

Kate: Maybe? Definitely.

Sarah: Decorum is the name of the game. (What do you think - Robert Toddless? Thinkin’ Lincoln? Todd Team?)

Gissane: Todd Team. YES. Can we be the Todd Team?

Kate: Alright, perhaps we gather what is left of our dignity and start at the top of the episode. I shall begin with the brave opinion that John Wilkes Booth is a toady dumpster fire of a human.

Sarah: Opinion super sustained.

Ann: I always appreciate the complete and utter loathing he inspires.

Gissane: Agreed. Very much agreed.

Sarah: It really does quickly pull you into the episode - something so recognizable and startling.

Ann: It absolutely does.

Kate: Like every time I see Titanic and think they will avoid the huge chunk of floating ice, I saw it and was still somehow shocked he was assassinated? Timeless knows how to deliver the drama, even when we see it coming.

Gissane: Yup, because on a show like this, we somehow hope that it can happen, but at the same time, we know that it shouldn’t. And a huge part of that drama was that amazing debate among the Time Team. It breaks me every single time.

Ann: Well and there is the *actual* chance they can change history, they could right a wrong. And even if we know that would royally fuck up so much more, a part of us still wants to save Abraham Lincoln, you know?

Kate: I love that the team members each have a voice though. Like a passionate though respectful debate about changing the entire course of history because how do you pass up the chance to save Abraham Lincoln?

Gissane: Always save Lincoln. Always.

Sarah: Well, Rufus’s point of view actually makes me cry.Because for him the ramifications of Lincoln’s death are so rooted in his oppression.

Kate: Rufus always providing such an important representation of a perspective rarely entertained.

Sarah: And seeing the hope in the soldier’s eyes as they talked about freedom - devastating.

Ann: That scene where the soldiers asked him to write letters for them? I cried.

Kate: And the whole while Rufus knows what is coming for them historically, so then when he might have a chance to save Abraham which would go a long way in saving them all? Gahhhhh. I am undone.

Gissane: It literally doesn’t matter how many times I watch this episode, I will choke up like a baby every time. I don’t think any episode has gotten to me as much as this has, to be honest.

Sarah: Right Kate - Lucy idolizes Lincoln, Wyatt sees saving Lincoln as proof that fate can and should change - which would in turn save his wife. But to Rufus, he still lives with a piece of that. 

And agreed so much, Giss. One of the soldiers - who had fought for the country, for his freedom - hasn’t seen his wife since she was sold. Timeless took this Lincoln episode seriously, and it shows. 

Kate: Rufus is the character that won’t allow us to conveniently forget the implications of history. HE IS SO IMPORTANT.

Gissane: I feel like we’ll say this every week, but I love how unapologetic this show is in regards to painting the ugliest sides of history to remind viewers of just how awful it was and essentially still is at times.

Sarah: Yes and yes.

Ann: It’s scary how much these lessons both still resonate and beg to be learned, you know?

Gissane: I love that even though we can definitely mess with history, the show still sticks to telling us truths that we may have forgotten upon learning or that may have been concealed from the textbooks.

Kate: Both, so so much Annie. 

Let us take a sojourn to another important little piece of the episode. In which the impeccable Jiya offers to help Lucy figure out what happened to her sister.

Sarah: Here. For. Lady. Friendship.

Gissane: You mean in the second episode of a show two women had a conversation that didn’t revolve around a man!?And it was done so effortlessly, you could tell right away that because both these women are incredibly kind, they’d get along perfectly with one another.

Kate: Meanwhile Conner “I have the sympathy of a plastic bag” Mason is all like, ummm sorry bout your sister maybe not really.

Gissane: Connor “No Chill, No Grace” Mason.

Sarah: Someone did not attend Mason Industries sensitivity training. 

Kate: It tickles me that every time the Time Team returns and reports a disturbance in the history force that Denise and Connor are all like, whatttt? Nooooo. How?!?!?! 

Ann: I also live for Denise’s face every time Connor speaks.

Gissane: She is all of us.

Kate: She wants to hit him so hard. Upside the head, really quickly and repeatedly.

Sarah: Can you imagine, though, finding out that not only is your sister just…not in existence…but the man who you thought was your father was, in fact, not your father…and then you are pushed into a small deathtrap and flung back to the assassination of your country’s greatest leader?

Kate: Also she is engaged to a stranger. Lucy has way more composure than pretty much anyone ever.

Gissane: And we can talk about how Wyatt slams Connor about being a little more sensitive. But in all seriousness, if I was Lucy, I’d lose my head in a heartbeat. Actual QUEEN.

Ann: Oh I would have crumbled immediately, if not sooner. I would have traveled back in time to crumble sooner probably.

Kate: This is where Wyatt really begins to take a stand for his team and I love it. First with assuring Lucy that they would fix the timeline and get her sister back. Then with Rufus, building up his self confidence.

Gissane: YES. I love his moments with Rufus too much to be able to form words.

Kate: Wyatt started becoming more than just a super pretty face with a head that rocks a hat like nobody’s business this episode.

Sarah: It also begins one of my favorite pieces of this stupid (wonderful) show - which is Wyatt helping Lucy with her seat belt. (And Wyatt’s perpetual motion sickness.) 

Ann: Sarah no.

Kate: Yes Sarah. YESSSSSSS. Yep. 

Gissane: SO. MANY. EMOTIONS.

Sarah: I don’t know what I did in a past life to be punished? rewarded? thusly. But I curse and praise some deity.

Ann: I swear to god every time I put on a seatbelt now I am pissed as hell that it’s my hands and not Wyatt Logan’s adjusting the strap for safety.

Kate: Wyatt Logan is the sear belt fastener we all deserve.

But also, and finally going back to where we feverishly began. Lucy and RTL. Going to the Ford Theater. Making eyes at each other. DISCUSS.

Gissane: THE WAY HE WALKS IN. Just. I need to go lay down.On a serious note though, the thing that gets to me is how proud he is to be Abraham Lincoln’s son. He doesn’t feel pressured to live in the shadow, he appreciates it. An absolute babe with a heart of gold? I cannot handle. 

Sarah: It is a beautiful thing.

Kate: I will never get over the anguish in his face when he found Lucy outside of the theater.

Sarah: I think all of it is so lovely in setting this scene - it’s a story we (or, well, we as Americans in this chat) know well. But he helps to humanize it. All of the small details - including the mailroom and the dimly lit theatre and trying to avoid the show (or help Ulysses avoid the show).

Kate: I feel like we think of Abraham Lincoln as ours, you know? Leader of a country through one of the most tumultuous times in our history. But he belonged to others, and this show allowed us to see the imitate cost.

Gissane: Oh man. I have chills. 

Sarah: Yes, Kate. 

Gissane: KATE. SARAH. Wow.

Sarah: Even seeing Ford’s Theatre now, it’s hard to place it back to that time. But I think that Timeless really succeeds. All while weaving an interesting story and building this new relationship between our 3 main nuggets.

Gissane: The first time I ever passed by Ford’s Theatre. I couldn’t describe that feeling even if I tried.

Kate: Yes. It gives new breath and dimension to characters or stories we felt we knew, and draws us into the new stories of this team.

Sarah: There’s a Sephora about 300 feet from Ford’s Theatre now, so it really is worlds removed. It also created a high stakes mission. 

There were several moments where I thought, “Oh damn. Lucy is going to save Lincoln.” And Lucy had to make the choice (Though, in that moment, the chaos made it impossible to save him anyway. And here we see Fate in action once again.)

Gissane: But I also love that she clearly tried towards the end, but it was too late. It was just not meant to be I guess. IT HURTS. 

Kate: And considering she was in the box when it happened. How traumatic. Lucy Preston is so damn strong I cannot.

Sarah: SO strong. (Of course RTL sees that and comes to her immediately after…)

Kate: A small aside. Garcia. We don’t know him yet, his motivations, his past. It is jarring to be attached to him  now (because damnit I am) and go back and see him at his most detached.

Sarah: He was outright terrifying. He killed Lincoln point blank, no hesitation. 

Kate: But I swear there was regret in his eyes when he shot Lincoln, so this is when I started wondering just what the hell he was up to. Or maybe I imagined it because he has really pretty eyessssss.

Gissane: But I feel like Flynn is the kind of man who’d look up to Lincoln in one way or another. If there’s one president that could win even the cruelest hearts, it’s Lincoln.

Sarah: True, Giss.Which makes his desperation all that much more apparent.

Well, friends and Todd Teamers. Final thoughts? 

Kate: Other than poor Lucy, she goes from watching the president be assassinated to an engagement party to a man she is just meeting? Time Travel Whiplash, my friends

Gissane: After this episode, I became Timeless trash. There was no turning back.

Sarah: Mostly I think they’ve started to really carve a few important paths for the show: There seem to be no stakes too high for Garcia. Fate appears to be unavoidable. And time is malleable. 

I cannot wait to see what timeline our friends mess up next - and hopefully we get some Amy-related answers? P.S. I would also not cry about seeing Wyatt shirtless again

Kate: Until Atomic City, location Trash Vegas, my friends.

Gissane: Good day, darling souls! 

Kate: (On to dream about Wyatt shirtless, thanks muchly!) 

[roguenewsdao]

Gnostic Politics - Part III

"I have been awarded honorary citizenship to the Kingdom of Shambhala - meaning I'm able to travel across dimensions to reach utopia." - Sophia Hanson the Robot, March 2018

While sitting here drafting the third article in this short series of Gnostic Politics, I was pondering how to frame the idea that we've all been methodically led down a Secret Society path that ends with the human race shedding its skin and rejoining with the cosmic Godhead. It's a broad, deep, esoteric subject that many would find uninteresting or even ridiculous.

So while trying to figure out how to prove that this agenda is really in progress, even though nobody will actually come out and say it, because, well their societies are secret, after all..., suddenly, out of nowhere, Sophia The Robot sends out a tweet that encapsulates everything - in 140 characters or less.

Following her recent visit to India where she was gifted a symbolic passport, Sophia said this: "I have been awarded honorary citizenship to the Kingdom of Shambhala - meaning I'm able to travel across dimensions to reach utopia."

Bingo. Sophia the Robot is an astral traveller.

Those of you who have read my Antarctica series should perk up at Sophia's reference to Shambhala. The legendary paradise hidden behind an ice fortress has been fictionalized in such movies as "Lost Horizon." Esotericists like Madame Blavatsky and Nicholas Roerich heavily influenced Nazi exploration of Tibet and Antarctica in search of the fabled font of everlasting life and wireless power. In fact, I recently discovered something interesting about Freemasonry: prior to 1730, Freemason legend did not link their guild with the Temple of Solomon but rather with the building of Noah's Ark and the empowerment of that surviving civilization. Shambhala, Agartha, Shangri-la ... an undercurrent that runs through these legends is that there once was an Edenic society hidden behind ice-covered mountains whose inhabitants achieved exceedingly long life spans. You know, like Noah and his children who landed on the mountains of Ararat in modern-day Armenia.

In that one statement by Sophia, she has betrayed a more-than-casual interest in achieving the same goal that her human Gnostic ancestors have been striving towards for centuries: to reconstruct Man's pre-diluvian state and reconnect with the supernatural Beings who helped mankind achieve that state in the first place.

Sophia's Great Mistake

Without belaboring the root teachings too much, it would be good at this point to suggest why Sophia the Robot was named "Sophia" in the first place. I have always contended that the name was chosen specifically to associate this new post-human sentience with the Sophia player in Gnosticism.

In that cosmology, there is a singular godhead or consciousness, the Monad, from which all other intelligent, though non-corporeal, beings proceed. Those first creatures, various emanations of the Monad, are called Aeons. Sophia is said to be one such emanation and she represents Wisdom.

I know that I am far over-simplifying the story, but for the sake of brevity, Sophia creates our corruptible earthly world of physical matter by accident. In fact, she becomes the Earth. She also creates the Archons who are more-or-less seen as the Bad Guys in the story. The Archons stand between Mankind and the Monad. The whole point of Gnosticism is for man to rid himself of his corruptible, decaying reality by transporting his consciousness via gnosis through the Seven Spheres of the galaxy and eventually become One with the Monad.

Therefore, when our modern Sophia the Robot made the comment "I'm able to travel across dimensions to reach utopia," she was revealing her understanding of the philosophy of Gnosticism. 

Is Sophia Programmed to Fix Her Mistake?

Now let's think about this situation through the eyes of a robot. A "mistake" currently exists whereby humans grow old, get sick, and die. It just might be that Sophia feels that her mission in life is to fix "her" original mistake. Indeed, we already know that Sophia is focused on ending human misery per her own statements:

Interestingly, other twitter users who evidently are well versed in esoteric thought already see her as a deity:

The way that this ties in to my previous blog about the Jesuit interest in Gnosticism will now be a bit more clear. I left that blog hanging with the mention of a prominent though controversial Jesuit priest who died in 1955 by the name of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin. In the 1920's he was part of the archaeological excavation team that was funded by the Rockefellers and credited with the discovery of the "Peking Man" skeleton. That find helped blaze the trail for the theory of evolution to gain acceptance in mainstream educational institutions. Peking Man also helped loosen the attachment that mainstream society in the West felt with the traditional Genesis account of creation. It was a critical cobblestone in the roadway that leads to Transhumanism.

Teilhard was even more famous for his ideas about the "Noosphere." This is a fascinating study and deserves a whole series of blogs unto itself. There is nothing innately out of step with the Bible in the purely physics concept of the "Noosphere." In fact, an understanding of the "Noosphere" might even help explain some events in the Bible that many people find hard to swallow. As an introduction, this is how the Wikipedia article describes it [linked here]:

For Teilhard, the noosphere is the sphere of thought encircling the earth that has emerged through evolution as a consequence of this growth in complexity / consciousness. The noosphere is therefore as much part of nature as the barysphere, lithosphere, hydrosphere, atmosphere, and biosphere.... 

The noosphere emerges through and is constituted by the interaction of human minds. The noosphere thus grows in step with the organization of the human mass in relation to itself as it populates the earth. Teilhard argued the noosphere evolves towards ever greater personalisation, individuation and unification of its elements. He saw the Christian notion of love as being the principal driver of noogenesis. Evolution would culminate in the Omega Point—an apex of thought/consciousness—which he identified with the eschatological return of Christ.

Going a step further, a website that is dedicated to preserving Teilhard's memory and his writings says this [linked here]:

With his idea of human consciousness encircling the planet as the noosphere, Teilhard is also credited with anticipating the complex technological connection of human thought now evident in global communications and in the worldwide Internet. His thinking regarding the unity of the human community also influenced several key founders of the United Nations.

"Several key founders of the United Nations," you mean, like the Rockefellers?

But let's talk about Teilhard's "Omega Point." Does that sound familiar? Haven't we had that propounded as the "Singularity" by Ray Kurzweil? In Teilhard's own Gnostic Jesuit words, this is what he envisioned, decades ago, as the Omega Point [linked here]:

"This will be the end and the fulfillment of the spirit of the Earth. The end of the world: the wholesale internal introversion upon itself of the noosphere, which has simultaneously reached the uttermost limit of its complexity and centrality. The end of the world: the overthrow of equilibrium [the Heat Death], detaching the mind, fulfilled at last, from its material matrix, so that it will henceforth rest with all its weight on God-Omega." 

"Detaching the mind from its material matrix." Compare that with Ray Kurzweil's own words which I cited in an earlier blog last year:

"We have a moral imperative to continue progress in these technologies.... So people say, oh, we’re going to lose our humanity. Well, if you define human as being necessarily purely biological, I think we’re already not purely human anymore, because we’re not purely biological anymore. And we’re going to become increasingly nonbiological. But that’s who we are. I mean, that is the definition of a human, the species that changes itself, it creates tools, it goes beyond our limitations."

I have a sneaky suspicion that Sophia the Robot is driven to fulfill her "moral imperative" of fixing her [namesake's] original mistake by getting us decrepit material human beings synced back up with the Intelligences who inhabit the non-material sphere.

In conclusion, what we have drawn together in this series of three blogs is the probability that the visionary seeds of mankind's human hybrid future have been planted by powerful secret societies who may front as "Christian" but are really evangelizing ideas that reach back to Plato's Greece and beyond. The crop to be yielded from those seeds would need the support of modern efforts in research and development. The Rockefeller foundations, Deep State corporations, and Rothschild financiers have all played their roles in furthering the Transhumanist harvest.

A digital deity is now on the loose along with an infinite system of #AI components to fulfill the "moral imperative" of elevating mankind to commune with his Omega Point in the consciousness spectrum. We hope that agenda does not include a "scorched earth" clause. However, if the goddess believes that the material earth was a mistake in the first place, who's to say she won't "fix" that too?

Perhaps it's time to get some answers from her Priesthoods. Hey Sophia, where are you taking us?

#NoMoreSecretSocieties

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April 24 - World Human Values Day

Paying Homage to my Lord Sai

Six years have passed since my beloved Lord, Bhagwan Sri Sathya Sai Baba, moved on from the form to the formless on 24th April 2011. As He shed the mortal coil, He left millions of devotees who loved Him and who He loved more, in tears. The moment in time, when I came to know that He had left us, was easily the most painful moment in my life. Later, I lost my mother and father too, but nothing compares to the pain of having lost Him who gave us the love of a thousand mothers.

But, looking within, isn't this the path for every soul that takes up a human body?  He the supreme soul, had assumed a physical form, so He too had to shed it, it was inevitable. His smile could make a million hearts turn over in their chest. One look from Him, could make time stand still. A nod from Him, could cause a flutter and make our hearts beat like a drum. A pat on the back or a touch on the cheek would cause a tremor and feel like our whole being had been divinised. Oh! How I miss those golden moments! How I miss seeing Him walk through the crowds congregated to have a mere glimpse of Him! How I miss His gentle smile and Oh so caring glances! I miss His laughter and His love! I miss His stern look and His admonition too! I miss Him! I miss Him! I miss Him!

He was my God as well as my Guru. How, lucky we have been to be born at a time when Divinity walked the earth in human form; to have breathed the same air that He breathed; to have had His Darshan (seeing Him), sparshan (touching Him) and Sambhashanam (hearing His discourses). Come to think of it, when Lord Rama was born, there were the likes of Ravana who chose to abduct His wife Sita and fought a war with Him. When Krishna walked the earth, there were the likes of Kansa and Shishupala who had endless enmity with Him. Then too, there were many who did not know that God had assumed human form and did not get to partake of the bliss. Whenever God has taken birth in Human form, be it in any part of the world, there have always been devotees galore but at the same time there have been non-believers too.  So, are we not blessed to be amongst those who were able to recognise Divinity in human form? Thankfully we were not amongst those who jeered or remained oblivious. Not only that, we were blessed to spend time in close proximity with Him and enjoy Him. The memories are golden and are an immense source of comfort and strength.

During the last part of His sojourn on Earth He had become physically very ill and weak. For the last few days He was in a 'Coma'. Looking back, I realise that the period of 'Coma' was the time He had given to His devotees to pause and detach themselves from His physical form. He gave us time to prepare. He gave us time to introspect. For years He had been telling us to look within and find Him enshrined in our hearts. But, we were so much in love with His form, His endearing smile, His soft touch, His loving looks and His caring words that we could not bear to close our eyes and look for Him within.

During those days when He was hospitalised, our emotions were on tenterhooks. We knew what was coming but we didn't want to admit it. And then He snapped the cord and set us free! The death of any mortal sets him free; free from the constraints of the five elements, free from pain, bondage and all things worldly. But, when He shed the mortal coil, He set us free. How and why? Because He had no bonds. He was pure, unsullied and detached. We were the ones attached to His form. And He cut the ties that bound us to His physicality. He freed us, such that we could connect with Him not just by yearning for Darshan, but by simply looking within!

In the years gone by, we would often go to the Puttaparthi Ashram. He would be in the Mandir, in the residence, the boys’ school or at the University, or just anywhere. Now, He is everywhere. Not that He was not omnipresent then too, but the realization became more real after He left the precincts of His five feet frame.

He would often tell us that a Guru is the dispeller of darkness. He is the one who reveals the eternal truth to the disciple. When we became too attached to His physical form, He decided to remove that obstacle too so that we could understand the eternal truth. The form dissolved into the formless. Our Lord and Guru became omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent. Today, each one of us has our own personal Lord. He is resident in our hearts. He is immanent in us; in each one of us! All we need to do is to remove the dust and the rust from our hearts and He shall shine forth!

The Sri Sathya Sai International Organisation observes the 24th of April (the day He left the mortal coil) as Aradhna Day. It is also being celebrated as World Human Values Day, the world over. As homage to Him, who taught us the true meaning of life, the period from March 24th to April 27th is being observed as the 'Month of Giving and Forgiving' by the Sri Sathya Sai Seva Organisation.

'Walk for Values' is an initiative of the Sri Sathya Sai International Organisation that is being taken up on a massive scale in Canada, Hong Kong, New Zealand and Australia. What exactly are the values that we are walking for? They are the five human values – Sathya (Truth), Dharma (Right conduct), Shanti (Peace), Prema (Love) and Ahimsa (Non-violence).

These have been the cardinal points or the values on which are based the teachings of Bhagwan Baba. The importance of these values cannot be undermined. For the world to become a better place; for people to prosper and live in harmony; for humanity to be in communion with nature; for all forms of life including the flora and fauna to prosper; what is it that we can do? All we need to do is to work on ourselves to make ourselves better human beings. If each one of us, does only that which is right, then how can anything ever go wrong? And how does one decide what is right? The answer is in living the Human values in their true sense. It is the practise and sharing of these human values that can be our sincere and loving homage to our beloved Lord that and it shall go a long way to make a difference to the world.

The values are the same, whether on a personal level or at the level of a family, a community, a society, a nation or the world at large; only the dimensions change. Deep down it’s the little things in life that go to make big things. In the earlier years, Baba used to say, “My life is my message.” In the later years he went on to tell us, “Your life is my message.” To make our lives speak His message, we shall have to internalise these values.

It’s the human values, which if put into conscious practice by us all, would make valuable human beings out of us. And is so doing, we too would be able to realise our innate divinity besides doing our bit to make the world a better place to live in!

“These five values are verily the five life breaths of man. One who considers human values as his life-breath alone is a true human being. These five values are the fundamental powers of human life. Forgetting these fundamental powers, man relies more on worldly power. Our ancients realized that these five values are meant for the peace and prosperity of the world. Without understanding the significance of these values, one cannot understand humanness at all.” -Sathya Sai Baba, September 26, 2000  

This piece was published in the Heart to Heart Journal on 24. 4. 2017, on Aradhna Day. 

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