The Blue Rishi

By Richard Gutty

Set in a time of fable, Rishi is a human-sized boy born with blue skin to a family of giants who escaped from slavery and years of persecution. They have taken refuge on a frozen Halo-like ocean in mystical ice glaciers suspended above the Earth. The giants are children of fallen Angels and Rishi’s destiny is to return to Earth and teach the awakening of soul consciousness. Prepare to be taken on a thought-provoking journey through a rich tapestry of experience in stories, riddles, and prose.

Summary

While the adventure is a delight of humor and treasured friendships, it has many sacred and mystical insights into the psychology of human nature. Every time Rishi falls asleep he receives advanced soulful teaching of initiation that assists him with the challenges ahead. An often deep contemplative series that rings of truths and emanates pure love of heart. Rishi’s encounters are sublime mirrors into believing in ourselves and our inner instincts and enacting on our virtues in the quality of our challenges. By living unconditional love, and embracing spiritual values, is how they are trusted in life becoming a miraculous event to know creation is alive and listening, and how we manifest it, becomes our relationship with God. The story conveys that by paying attention to the little things acknowledging nature’s grace, it connects the currency that evokes love to manifest our dreams, creating inspired vocations on our personal gifts by our actions answering the promise of a meaningful life. These virtues weaved into an adventure are the destinies by which Rishi overcomes adversity. This collection of writings will touch your heart in multiple sympathies to remind you to look and feel inside and give a new outlook of understandings by trusting in the miraculous that will take you into an imagination that is alive in us all in a connected “Oneness”.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tellwell Talent
• Release date: May 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9780228817154

Richard Gutty

Richard has been traveling the world and immersed himself in many different cultures. He is larger than life: a natural storyteller, mystic, musician, spiritualtraveler, healer, comedian, and adventurer with common sense for wisdom and where to shine it on knowledge to develop a pure heart of truth. Mr. Gutty has been a practitioner of Chinese Medicine and Naturopathy practicing and lecturing at his I Ching Clinic since 1986 in the Byron Bay and Northern Rivers of Australia. He is now retired and composes, meditates, and enjoys tendering a sacred garden. While the story is fictional and delivers experiences for all ages as a youthful exciting adventure, written over a sixteen-year period, it also mirrors the many facets of his life after traveling extensively since 1967. The tale colors real-life scenarios of wild rafting, trekking in the Himalayas, going through the Amazon jungles, and living with remote tribes. Its theme is a message of humanitarianism, as its foundation is based in Taoism Acupuncture, the road map of the largest case history on the ways of nature and creation. The story opens a unique depth into understanding the intuitive language of how soul consciousness develops in life situations walking before us as a guide in our destiny. These are known as The Pearls of Wisdoms. They are the initiations as healing riddles for the character Rishi to be introduced to how his soul manages challenges in life, and to understand the fathoms of creation. This is the first volume of three manuscripts in the riotous cornucopia of life’s experience of being “The Blue Rishi.”www.richardgutty.com

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The Blue Rishi

Copyright © 2020 by Richard Gutty

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The story of Rishi is fabled in a time when there were three Halo Oceans suspended around the Earth: one over the North Pole, another bigger one over the South Pole, as well as a third ocean developing as a coral reef, slinking as a snake in a mirage of jet streams with a suspension of fjords around the equator. They were all differently incubated mediums layered in fresh and salt waters with some magnetic ozone heavy water, buzzing with life in pure empathy high in the stratosphere. Each had its own medley of nursery in an accelerated biodiversity of growth thriving beyond Earth’s surface’s evolution, as they were all enhanced eco-conductions for the harmonic of spirit. They were formed in a world upheaval after a meteor strike, and due to their isolation and radiation status in higher altitudes, they sustained a bounty of glory by an accelerated evolution. The microtome genome of bacteria advanced in reefs and sponges, evolving algae off the rich volcanic dust soils in the atmosphere to create this new world of utter abundance bursting with life. It was an omega oasis of consciousness for clarity in all living things which spawned a quickening of genetics morphing into a new world progression, advancing sacredness in everything in existence by their conception on these unique Halo Oceans.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 THE BEGINNING

Chapter 2 AWAKENING THE REINCARNATION OF SOUL

Chapter 3 THE CATACHYSM: LUNAR TONE OF CHALLENGE

Chapter 4 THE TYPHOON STORM

Chapter 5 ALONE IN HIS ALONENESS

Chapter 6 THE ICEBERG BREAKS UP

Chapter 7 A FRIEND

Chapter 8 THE BOAT

Chapter 9 THE LOVE OF THE RIVER

Chapter 10 THE RAINBOW SERPENT

Chapter 11 OPENING THE CROWN OF INFINITY

Chapter 12 THE ANCESTRAL HOME

THE PEARLS OF WISDOM

Take The Mask Off Your Soul

Soul’s Invitation Comes Through Honoring Humanity

We Look For Love Outside Of Ourselves

Isolation In Sacred Sabbatical Retreats

Spirit Consciousness Is Eclipsed By An Echo Of The Ego Mind

Simplicities

ABBA ZABBA

The Symphony

Divine Love

Our Body Temple Is A Galaxy Resonance

The Anointing Of Holy Love

The Quintessence Of Soul

Homo Sapiens

The Beautiful Place

In The Mystic Root

The Choice Of The God Seed

The Genius Of The Holy Man Is Resting In Herbal Simplicity

Whispers Of The Secret Wanderer

The Soul’s Crown Of Infinity

The Handprint Is Your Story On The Rock Wall

Grandma’s Nose

The Handprint On The Cave Wall Is Your Story

The Twelve Angelic Strands Of Dna

There Is A Fable In Taoism

We Live Stars’ Dreams Of Love Through Earth

My Grandson

Enlightenment

Only Your Own Light Can Show You God

The Bell

PRELUDE

THE ELECTROMAGNETIC TONE OF SPIRIT

It was once upon a time that a genesis of creation for humans advanced consciousness on Earth. There had been many cycles of human inheritance on Earth, but this new beginning was totally aligned with the surrounding galaxies that lifted consciousness to a status above the animal kingdom. This made Earth no ordinary place in the universe, for the mystic root of spirit chose Gaia’s surfaces to come into matter and carry with it the miracle of life in a variety of spiritual beings to become Souls with the potential of special insights into this jewel of a planet.

The experience of this new awareness had adapted into a blend of cosmic influences that astrologically made each being a living diary, as a living experience of consciousness for each increment of geometric inference of space travel relating to the alignments of the zodiac. This was phrased by their moment of birth and by what sign they were born through with many influences making each human being a chronicle living story of unique realities.

Earth’s bioenergetic conduction came from a harmonic wave of vibration within light in a series of octaves, creating a variety of pitched influences to each individual while invoking characteristics and behaviors navigated by influences on souls’ dispositions through elite geometric equations of thirteen celestial constellations. Humans later named these constellations after animals. The constellations made cycles around the sun in a perfect dance of orbiting spheres being complete every two thousand six hundred years.

There were many separate attributes to each of the twelve-star signs in psychic traits and emotional moods, each with marked physical advantages, yet each was complementary in balance to others in their own relationships. This was the arena of theater for humanity to mature their souls in many grades of reincarnations over and over again, trying to overcome these galactic traits to exercise unconditional love so that they might graduate into higher dimensional kingdoms in other Milky Ways. However, the conditions to win at this and overcome the karma of each incident relative to their own planetary debt in their star sign depended on their soul reaching a state of angelic consciousness that matched the conditions of Holy Love under which the nature of creation was created.

As each human life began in mental oblivion, needing to be shown nearly everything by education, only the one factor of Holy Love was elusively available to find purpose and a way to figure out one’s true natural vocation. Elders who had gone before from each family tribe taught their own ways of nature to express and know this love, and through their instincts they engaged in the wonder of creation that brought out ways to experience this type of love. The process was challenging, very tricky in conflict, and almost a secret entrapment in beauty for power under the illusion of Earth. But over time, by living Holy Love in honoring nature, humans were able to survive with the tide of evolution.

Consciousness was only advanced radically when a revelation from the Fallen Angels came to Earth with many cosmic teachings. While this greatly accelerated knowledge, due to the infancy gaining maturity, spiritual perception soon degraded into power struggles from the children who learned the secrets from the Fallen Angels.

The result of Angels mixing with humans was children being born as giants. This ushered the change in consciousness to human behavior in intelligence. Much of this story is never mentioned in Heaven’s history of the Fallen Angels, as it carries a shame against God, but there was also a gift in complexities, because while the Fallen Angels broke away from God’s will, some of their giant children brought forth righteousness to make right the breach of faith and the Fallen Angels’ violation of God’s trust after the war in Heaven. Our story begins with a human son with blue skin born to giants. He became a Rishi who taught by his own evolution how to progress the soul.

There is very little history that is a secure, satisfying truth, due to the sliding scale of apparitions of each constellation in weathered opinions of one version of theatrics from many views. But in general, the Angels fell victim to Earth’s charms and exploited a higher knowledge they believed all humans had a right to know.

The giants knew after observing the Fallen Angels that light-years of a great advantage had been achieved. The universal truth of the Soul and Heaven needs cognitive education on Earth, and humanity now had this rite of passage to also advance and become Angelic.

But complexities of false gods and the elimination of goodness for power, or understanding faith by manifesting grace, were hidden in the advanced knowledge and became a competitive challenge to the intuitive knowledge of the heart that is life’s experience beyond the concept of mental comprehension in the progress of evolution. Everyone wanted to be told, guided, and saved, when in cosmic truth and Soul distinction this must be a solo achievement. The ingredients are arranged differently for everyone.

The Fallen Angels had violated evolution and prematurely advanced human consciousness by introducing their own genetic structure into human DNA. This caused many conflicts. This was the first lesson that should have been an example forever. Even though the Fallen Angels had won their battle in Heaven, they lost their wings of peace on Earth, as in the aftermath of all conflict, truth is indeed the first casualty of war. But the lesson was doomed to be repeated that no one ever wins when there is killing of any kind entertained for any reason.

The Angels were banished from Earth, and this great knowledge by some humans was then copied and perverted in time over every point of view. Even impossible stories of miracles were copied in order to gain power over others; it was the real strategy of the Fallen Angels by some of them contemptuously manufacturing fear to forge a hierarchy with a dependence on slavery, the foundation of building advanced civilization, by a communication with gods by blood sacrifices that plundered violence to win at all costs, under who dares win.

The laws of men took over the grace of nature’s beautiful charms that responded to love, and instead adulterated the essence of God’s truth and made themselves the key of ownership over the depth of nature’s reception. It became accepted that everything in nature was to be sacrificed for the special needs of all humans. And they ignored the deep loving mindfulness of guardians and how it moves into spirit to access the Soul. They ignored how the sacred wisdoms of manifestations are part of our own nature, and even how everything is a relationship between harmony and balance. There are parallel worlds of unseen micro- and macro-existences all bearing the consequences of this oblivious injustice that in turn retarded our own nature and insight of Soul value. In time, this led to the answer of plagues, famines, and extinctions.

There was at that time a blessing of clear, defining guiding factors, a real halo of golden light that would come above the crown chakra when in Soul consciousness. This would be visible on some humans as the porthole stargate that gave them personal Soul access about treaties out to internal parts of other universes, and wisdoms for the sanctuary of Earth.

It was a knowledge of contemplation through interpreting dreams that opened a split realm of Soul identity, in a perfection of matching future events that would bring forth manifestations. These perceptions needed to be witnessed as an oasis of mindfulness in alliance, cultivated by spiritual practices in intuitiveness, as Soul touches are as variable in themes as languages with unique habits of interpretation for each individual. Soul touches are always found by a stillness of peace when one’s karmic debt is clear, giving illuminated guidance and freeing the Soul to evolve into an Angelic state of insight with a parallel ethereal body.

In Rishi’s fabled story, his teachings are gathered in a variety of other reincarnations of his lives which visit him while he is in soul presence and sharing their own collective truths. Each personality is a jewel in the light of his own Soul lineage, bringing completeness to bear that verifies we are our own judge and jury and the executive producer to all events as we interpret and order up our world by our own impressions.

This one singular way in nature by the right actions in mindfulness was the way of gaining a pass that invariably led to an experience with a force as The Great Holy Spirit, granted and blessed with a better clarity to those who lived in the passion of loving the creation of nature. This was the witnessing and verification by the reception of what is known of God existing in all miraculous forms of nature that respond by a process identical to dreams induced by prayer and contemplation to each Soul when in this divine state of being tuned in to your own nature. This became imperative for access by having a spiritual practice of meditation. This was a special frequency of silent preparations which clear the mind’s baggage to allow contemplation and prayer in heightened clarity, thereby making available a pure relationship with aspects of God’s creation. Insights were often given before reality by securing sacredness in the heart and practicing a glory that became aware of sensing a gratitude that danced behind everything.

Because of the cultural variations in tribal life and astrological star arrangements, or because some humans lived in such remote places and had never met any giants, very few eventually had the same reality of what life was about apart from their survival. Living in isolation meant that each had their own way to spiritual truth, thereby making the journey diverse for anyone. Many tribal differences arose due to cultural genetic seed banks and their mystic roots of Soul pedigrees being in such a contrast of locations. To be introduced to a practice of spirituality by any one method to suit a doctrine could only be through experience and at a special time when any human became ripe in their own affairs of life’s passions to receive such blessings by their own Soul’s personal visitations.

Consequently, there was very little acceptance about anything as each teaching seemed schizophrenic compared to the others. Only instant power by violence seemed to command any kind of order, and the few agreements were all about other things and basically a surrender as it was all just too hard to survive. They just wanted to be saved without doing anything themselves, as the greedy urbanized themselves into positions of authority.

The interpretation of salvation in the end came to them in their lowest desperate moments of feeling abandoned and lost, and they were dictated to by any sanctuary protecting them with kindness or goodness. At least, in vast numbers it seemed to be the best option under the cloak of karmic oblivion insipidly flooding all consciousness. Even the teachings of love were warped into the infatuation and lust that you find in someone else or they find in you, rather than the truth of love in yourself by unconditional love in action and by nurturing the nature of all things in the resonance of one’s experience of Soul guidance.

It is easy to ignore God in yourself, as that is your personal domain of choice and the only space that is your own in the entire universe right now. The real signpost is we are not so much looking for God in ourselves; we are ourselves more in God if we can go beyond the hypnosis of the mind developing its own identity of Ego.

The antiquities of great teachings happened when things were more transparent and uninterrupted. These great teachings were put together by some scholars who were sages and elders and masters of observation; their incredible contribution was called the way of the Tao. This brought forth a sequence of nature as a prediction of seasonal behaviors in our own bodies. This identified every organ in the body or an energy system as tides and currents, emotional and psychic harmonics influencing aspects of our brain through a healing process.

Each organ, over the course of its own lifetime, knows exactly what to do as we mature and evolve in a unity, blessed to respond with many adaptations on all levels of physical, emotional, and mental attributes in a synchronicity. Weirdly, the odd one out is our own brain which arrives in life ignorant, needing instruction about everything to function correctly. Strangely, our brain is how we fathom everything from everyone else’s teachings that also first arrived on a lost horizon of dust. The brain’s oddity is that it cannot see beyond itself, because the brain dies with each life. Therefore, it can only function by specializing in scientific views and pursuits in a selective truth for its own gratification.

However, the soul’s consciousness lives on as a higher state, communing by filters while stealthily interrupting dreams and premonitions through your imagination. The soul’s consciousness has always been hosted as a guest within you through each life, only becoming active under conditions of developing access to the Holy Spirit’s frequency of God’s love by a pure nature. The soul’s consciousness allows you to come forward into Earth’s reality with an alliance of perception bit by bit, developing five aspects of Soul connected to each sense until finally adding up to the Taoist Soul that is conscious of intuitive intelligence.

There have been a few who have enlightened fragments of their soul in the lower astral realms, and they use these charms of power as spells of manipulation for their own wants. These spells often win, but at other times, in a cosmic bounce, they return by altering the universal weight and becoming a stealthy episode to the perpetrator’s detriment. If you succumb to the power of illusion, you will lose the charity of nature to lower astral prey. You will become injured and sick by the nature of discord in the harmony of your vibration. This will create a discord of prevalent forces within you.

All beings meditate in their own way as a necessary beacon to hold council for rational virtue. This meditation makes it easier to become clear from our Ego’s mind chatter, which is negotiating everything, so in the end there is no blame to anyone else but ourselves by allowing our own navigation of mind to be positive or negative. God’s only advice is, Do not forget you can always change your mind.

These are the unbiased dynamics of spirit and soul in a body living in a beautiful garden that makes us all equal in the true currency of life. Deserved love comes gifted and blessed to some sooner, all by the choices we make.

However, if you wish to excel through clarity of your genesis nature to enhance any creed you set your belief in, then creation’s love will allow a resonance of truer interpretation. Nature bonds an open honesty by an equality of resonance experienced in truth that is the essence of this fictional story. As we are of nature perfectly matched in a parallel epic reflecting our own interpretation of creation, your reality is the equality hidden by yourself through many incarnations. A spiritual practice that promotes health liberates you, giving you an opportunity to come into the present by these frozen words gently reminding you of the preciousness beyond your self-centeredness that includes all of life.

You see, in this story, as in most others, you will recognize that you are telling it to yourself. It includes the normal fantasy of illusions of a fictional story, but in fact you will be the impressionist who interprets the writer, producer, and director and who plays many of the characters by the way you perceive it, as well as by all your own memories that relate this story to your own experiences. Each parchment unravels the tale, so the echo becomes you by your own theatrics of imagination in the way that you choose to be open to ancient memories.

Nothing is new; there is only a different dynamic of time and place in soul terms. Something touching the heart has been a known experience from before to re-celebrate, even by what you choose to believe or not and how it is now relatable within your own experience when reviewed with compassion — yes, the deep one love in your soul that now in peace affords time to do so.

You see, you are your own soul mate to whom you are right now whispering these occasions that are here to open you to more of what you are by each possibility. Because the reciprocal of the experience is narrated by you, conjured out of your own understandings, this self-conversation will parallel your own life hurdles, bringing deeper insights into why all life challenges are to not win or lose but to bring realization, and if not in this instance then later by your valued concept of considering probabilities to elevate our balance of existence, triggering all the deeper satisfying answers that are contained in your one love that blossoms in the intuition and the depth of your heart when in your sacred time it is communed in soul awareness.

On a soul level, degrees of spiritual growth will have been there all the time waiting for sympathy of resonance to now awaken a fresh mind of alliances to enhance developing intuitions. The choice in the way you express spiritual awareness will always be your own unique way, appropriate to how you follow your life’s passion in the service of love. The glory of gratitude for us all is your own beauty, known as In the sight of the beholder.

This is as it has always been when you look and revile your Soul to the mind. Mature your intention and purpose, remembering the vows of guardianship in the garden that will come by your spiritual health in nature and your relationship with creation through the insights of your own collective outcomes as a glory of how you came to know a living God.

When the opinion of the mind says that the soul has become a disbelieved fable, just like the existence of giants; that Fallen Angels are only a mythology; and that some place called Heaven does not exist, sadly, some weasel talkers may even say God is a puppet, like a make-believe friend. It is only because their soul is in hibernation as much as the true real experience of love has been replaced by infatuation of self-gratification. In our nature, by a doctrine of observation known as the Tao there is a backup essence of energy which resides in this vacancy known as the pericardium. This pericardium acts like a bodyguard, taking the throne of the heart to fill the void. It clones many recipes of behavior as it adopts a false savior in collaboration with the Ego of self-esteem that encourages narcissus reflective comforts. This is just a crouch of emptiness compared to the heart’s real throne and altar in the atmosphere of Holy Love.

We have all, in disguises to ourselves, been performing in a rehearsal over many lives in preparation for what will become clear over the next chapters as the story unfolds. But ordinarily illusions get in the way; this is just something that we all do as self-sabotage by our minds, using backdrafts of intelligence to rationalize behaviors and needing emphatic undisputable scientific proof that any part of us is immortal. In mental isolation, it’s easy to denounce faith, and it is not really deliberate; it’s just at this point no one is in full conscious knowledge of all that they are in higher spiritual dimensions.

Spiritual practices revile the psychic tides of our nature into life’s action and give insight into sharing cognitive realities from our brain relating with our soul’s intuitive wisdoms. These are the soulful introductions by the compassionate love in the heart. Just like our heartbeat and breath, the soul is omnipresent always in life’s daily routines, hosted in the senses and expressed in the emotions often by talented aspects of art or music. Such premonitions surf in the undertone murmurs as the soul choir of Oms. These premonitions give visions in the dream shadows dancing subtly in the rainbow light of the spirit, and the more you follow that phantom of passion to your love, the bigger it becomes until it is real within you and around you.

Soul presence often needs a life-changing shock beyond the mind’s comprehension to awaken it so that you can witness how Soul carries you, making its presence known; otherwise, its vacancy will not walk before you until you have gained nature’s access of faith into divinity. The most beautiful shock of all, of course, is what leads you to your own special brand of Love, as it really chooses you from a special gift you have, from any aspect of nature or vocation, or from an experience. Before, you had no concept of love’s power. It is your own jurisdiction as it will always be your story in yourself that is solely the real one, so please enjoy what you forgot about yourself a long time ago which will come to light, and relish that you are now on the threshold of such greatness by tweaking your own personal humanity. In this moment you have life’s opportunity to possibly become Soul-realized, and absolutely remember the secret that the breath cycle holds the navigation of life in balance.

So more than the challenge of words that irritate us, making us assume the old dust of others’ apparitions of answers, please open your limitless imagination to receive and grow in your own story by turning loose your prejudices about others and your personal predicament. Dream with love, until you recognize that the nature in you shares its truth, as it reminds your soul when you knew the God in creation in all things, and you felt the absolute as One. Because in the beginning of comprehension it was the word that awoke and sang memory before speaking it in your earliest recollection, and it was you who spoke, as your likeness of being was as much as you are now. It is your one drop in the ocean that touches all of God’s boundless ocean of space.

So, let us begin the fable of Rishi’s story as if it is your soul in a time of infancy on Earth’s crust. It was a particularly significant birth. Your spirit moved into its story to commence its journey to come here, starting its recollection by approaching through the halo gases of inner Earth. Many creations known as Pan, Mu, Lemuria, and Atlantis had taken place here, but not at this level of mentality-blocking consciousness for humans. This fictional story presents in a reflection of infinity, as a capsulation of eternity, cycling a wave of evolution that was birthed in a special age when being spiritualized could evolve the Soul in light-years. These delicate realms in creation, a vibration toning sequence felt in contemplation and states of meditation with the soul, are exceptionally potent. Shapes of geometric forms in light appear as live webs in pictorial dreams imploding in engineered movements, spinning sequences and harnessing light’s speed of friction in shape-shifting arrangements.

Creation’s first fingerprint of matter is a mandala that opens tubes of light in kaleidoscopic forms to expand consciousness in architectures of light carried by these encoded vibrations. They are in our brain cells, communing also in our heart and digestion as quivering rods, flexing planks, and vibrating cubes in the muons of cells that perceive light and also give access into higher geometries in seven eleven ratios in the fathoms of parallel space. Yet the entire vibration of scale is a design in a dichotomy of opposites arranged in octaves of astral veils, in repetitive densities by light frictions within the engineered movements of the mandalas as a deliberate perfection for a variety of free choices matching your own frequency brought forth by each person’s insights. Because of the astrological differences in our birth times, each new architecture for our minds has a variation on a theme to receive, understand, and own our own conscious outcomes.

These higher frequencies are psychic wave forms and emotional emanations in a dreamtime of whispers shapeshifting subtle intuitions. They are to be earned by experiencing every aspect of the intrigues of love in creation, as it was this ultimate divine love that was like a beacon homing in this enlightened script of light to quiver quintessence that had the encoded interpretation of expanding Angelic consciousness, matching the manifestations of dreamtime thoughts, and giving answers to a living heart of pure divine imagination owing its own expression.

You see, although it is necessary to evolve life and improve it, on Earth the dynamics never really change as the mechanism of balance comes into play for every equal opposite thing. The real goal is how we change ourselves in the process by the integrity we perform, thereby achieving access to the Holy Spirit by the unconditional love principle that then gains us a station frequency to receive soul consciousness.

Paying ahead is often an insight into being the humble graceful loser in order to witness the illusion of our life gradually falling into being the winner by coincidences with simple twists of fate redirecting us, as our manifesting dreams come true.

The main obstacles are the densities of revenge, jealousy, contempt, and greed, in a plethora of states of vengeance. For good, bad, and necessary reasons, the problem is that any wins by this method for goodness are short-lived, while the evil collateral damage remains forever. That is a debt to be collected at an innocent time in our own oblivious recollection.

The majority of humanity would have not known this and still do not if they have lost contact with nature, so their vision is only in a competitive world to win economically. But the catastrophe that broke the perfection of Heaven brought with it a great awakening for mankind. Although Earth became a victim of collateral guilt in defiance to God, it was the secret order of creation that Fallen Angelic forces coming to Earth revealed a cosmic secret exposing more of God advancing the infancy of Earth way beyond its intended evolution.

They descended from their pride and rank because they chose to come to the jewel of Earth to be as gods, and with it they brought ancient universal teachings. By their quest for reproductive freedom it could only be in physical matter on Earth, in a union of genuine love. But they also encountered infatuation, a dilution of seduction of all the negatives associated with lust, for they had no idea about the denser complexities of physical form from their own ghost realms. They underestimated the price when they sought to be equal to God in this lower new domain.

The Fallen Angels’ view was that it seemed fair that their own personalized love needed children, just to know the great creation of love that God felt. They wanted to be as demigods; for them it did not seem fair to be denied this sweet joy. But they met with many unsuspecting biological abnormalities resulting in their children becoming giants and hybrids, unable to have children. They suffered what they ignored as a curse.

The manifestation of Fallen Angels arriving physically on Earth each sired between eight and forty offspring over a few hundred years of their prolonged lifetime, but due to species differences and first-time ignorance, their festival of behavior suffered and was rarely successful. However, when their time had passed and it was all over, and their own mistake was fully realized to them, this resulted in a petty greatness for an elected few humans who copied these demigod ways. Claiming to speak as envoys for God, these humans applied their own laws against their own humans with outrageous costs of slavery and domination to many.

The results in humanity’s history consist of humans improving everything to an isolated degree. Yet they had no idea of its imbalances to nature and their karmic biology coming out of eons of savagery that it would later cause personal consequences. So yes, they achieved artificial improvements toward being civilized; however, everything around their inventions to improve by cloning nature killed off many species into extinction by waste and imbalance over time, leaving wastelands and destruction.

If the same intelligence about war and dominance had been applied to enhance nature naturally on God’s theme of evolution, making us in harmony with Earth in areas such as bacteria for soils, seed saving, mixed farming, geothermic energy, and opening all the astral planes, then a comparison would have been evident for what we have lost in such secrets of our living planet that are closer than you can imagine in a vision of eternity.

But instead, the great civilizations each in turn misrepresented their people until they were alien to their original nature of being one with the Earth. They never understood that greedy karma bleeds over into many lifetimes, making the victors become the victims next time around. There is a lofty self-judgment that turns the saints into sinners when they win by barbarous achievements.

The original agenda for a living Earth still had space to find its own dance over the eons of time by the galaxies’ spheres in orbits revolving a harmony of reflected starlight out of blends of rotational friction, bending light at certain speeds of illumination in the prisms of our celestial bodies, and also securing a rainbow spectrum out of refractions of three types of pure white light. And in the nowhere sacred places, divine souls were still able to blossom. Life between chaos and divinity took shape in a dynamic duality of challenges as polar opposites, granting a sensual reality so spirits and souls could enter the living organic arena in the necessary biology without their soul being extinguished. But Earth had its own riddles under the charm and karmic spell of physicality for each soul to graduate while still having many physical bodies over reincarnations. The only way to gain the pedigree for the way God had intended to enter the rest of his kingdoms was by living multiple lives in matter to cultivate this divine love for each Soul to become Angelic.

Consciousness is highly personal to each soul and finds its own inner practice while running in sync with the paradigm of diverse spiritual practices. The disciplines hidden among civilized cities were so dense, raping the planet in power struggles over each other’s beliefs of owning territories. Often only the renegade outcasts in exile got a chance to see through to the real nature while in isolation. The perfection was always in motion but ignored for an exaggerated energy of survival moving away from nature. The rare few who retreated to remote mountaintops held a different outlook of significance in spirit about our true soul home while gazing up into the canopy of stars.

To the majority it was not mentally believable, as their hearts were homes of gold rather than spirit while their minds only sought physical appearances of grandeur and power.

The dharma of history in the cosmic wheel evolving the Earth’s magnetic tone gathers influence by how we execute our purpose here to overcome these astrological shackles that have been placed on our souls.

This is done by the enlightenment of going beyond the rainbow scheme into the white pearl essence of light; by our soul fragmented as ghost identities, aligned within the seven chakras in our body; and by illuminating five of them named and described in an ancient teaching known as the great way of the Tao. Each part of the Soul was named the Shen {Heart}, the Hun {Liver}, the Yi {Spleen}, the Po {Lungs}, and the Zhi {Kidney}.

This teaching has been the greatest documented observation where each has a specialized sense witnessing the cycles of nature. The five parts of soul are as separate ghosts focusing emotions and psychic insights in a collective conscious identity through each chakra that allows premonitions as mirages in our imagination.

Each has a tuned sense specializing in our one whole soul of awareness, and they unite into a conscious ethereal body in alliance with our brain becoming one in harmonic congruence through the heart with Holy Love at the time of our death. This is when the weight of the karmic influences comes off our spirit, so the soul can gain free passage back to its Angelic domains in an ascension or resurrection on the journey back to God. This is the meaning of life and the proofing we must endure until completed when the distinction of our merits gives rise to this full enlightenment.

These are only the words, and there are many renditions by and for each culture that interpret the essence of what divine love really is by their own light of angle within a prism seeing the same thing differently. It is worth considering that if you do not agree with other styles of worship, or religious stories in codes of doctrine, it is because each person through their chosen spiritual practice only experiences this Holy principle of love their own way. Until soul presence is obtained, anything beyond will be detailed in differences. It is possible to override the mind’s logic by comparing it to your own when Soul values are present. But each in their own creed of doctrines needs to become heart-wise and open enough to recognize another’s vocation where faith verifies a God of existence from the miracles of nature, past the false idols that often carried you most of the way to then seek independence.

Each doctrine is only a signpost that points in many directions because of our diversity. The journey is always yours alone, and it is never the same as the person next to you even though it is to the same destination. Each of us is unique in our own diary of astrological time coming into life in a one-off time signature of alignment in our universe by the solar tide of our birth sign.

This predestined time of astrology is unique to each soul and includes unique individual perceptions in the same theme of oneness. That is what places us more in spirit essence than the physical life we think we temporarily command. It’s about finding your passion to opening the endowments of creation into a relationship of knowing God through your nature, thereby activating an alignment with creations. This is what you find at the top of the pyramid looking down all sides. All beliefs lead to the same place, but on the way, you cannot see around your own corner.

Sharing your own blessing with an opposing doctrine will strengthen your forgiveness and tolerance by the sacrifice you endure to make it work. This is the cornerstone to building love. If you do not understand this concept, then you have not understood your own creed. You have not found your identity of soul. Remember that this story by your narration is about to come into life as just fiction, but there will be correlations within your own true story which are real. I say this because in everyone’s gene pool of memory, there is a chronicle of living reality when something similar really happened of which everyone has their own version. We were all in the story somewhere. You were there as the same soul in another body, which is why we get excited relating to each other’s imagination in stories.

In Soul presence you are likely to have witnessed how advanced Angelic knowledge came to Earth and changed our consciousness even beyond what we could previously dream. A man named Enoch documented Fallen Angels who arrived here and first changed our ethics of structure to be outside of nature. This event has taken the future of how you live now.

Human change happened when mutinous Angels mixed with humans, birthing a creation of hybrid giants that could not reproduce. This gave birth to a form of giants varying in size from twelve up to sixty feet tall, due to the Fallen Angels’ higher number of chromosomes when mixed with the human genome.

As time went on, it was the giants who became the real teachers. These giants lived many years on our planet in one life while trying to rectify the Angelic history that came through them, as the seed they initiated caused many complications for the direction humanity ended up following.

It is now so long ago, yet every culture has its giant statues and the impossible constructed monuments they left behind. Such stories are now almost never believed, but an abnormality exists. Though improbable, it happened simultaneously all over the world, yet the fables and legends live on as do the statues and mammoth stone temples while the same covenant of disbelief now shrouds all its mysteries.

Our past is a hysteria of comic tragedy, as not even last week can be reported accurately. Here and now, in your story, you have lit the fuse by your patience for you to now follow your own light wherever you place it.

You have begun this way with your own story for a reason: each time before you come into a life on Earth while still just in spirit, you pick an honored friend who was an imprint of influence on your soul in another lifetime so much so that your soul became more enchanted with this friend than yourself. We love and fantasize over others in relationships to introduce love to us when it is our own divine connection in creation with God. In our innocence, we substitute an educated Ego to romance and search for idols that impress us, so it is common to choose someone you have loved after having given away a mental intimacy of love that now wears a mask for you over your Soul. At your death, these are the masks your soul bears for you in passing over. You do not recognize yourself, as it has morphed the lightbody of soul.

However, coming back links your circle again into spirit, and it is their privilege to explain and remind you of this bond of due diligence before you accept the oblivion of fresh life again. Their illusion passes on the blessing of your first genesis self in soul to you. After, the experience is realized in the introduction, but in much more depth to you.

It is sort of like the last page first, but as all is a reincarnation cycle, it is only a complementary arrival at the apex of the universal circle in your soul’s dharma wheel.

It is customary at this out-of-time moment to be in an exhilarating state of utter rapture, comparable to a nervous fit of juvenile laughter that embarrassingly cannot be stopped. It is an honor of a pure essence of an approaching blessing of spirit conjuring a fresh chakra of soul identities. It is the pure gold light that will ignite your heart with life, so you always know your true self, and the only time you get to witness it is in an eternal state before birth. You can see the planet Earth approaching as it comes into sight in a beauty that is so immense it gives you the remembrance of breath; it is the mother you forgot that now you remember, before your God seed spirit primes the Soul’s contractions out of Earth of your birth.

However, this time in your story your celestial audience has a special blessing with it like no other remembered. All the Angelic winged beings from many places come to witness the safety of your emergence to Earth as you slowly squint at the brigade of lights that tune your soul in as you pass through them.

This virgin emergence is the origin of quintessence as spirit meets and gives soul a new identity unique and completely ripe in the cosmic tide, in a synchronization drifting in the cascade of arrival. And though experienced many times, it is always a first-time innovation as an array of mythical shafts of light beams showers over your descent. These are the gifts placed in your chakras that will code your senses and zenith nadir of your emotions. Gradually it all fades in a plume of color as you anesthetize into the blue Earth which comes into detailed focus as you approach its atmosphere.

The spectacular is so rich and deep and consolidated in turquoises of blues and greens, and this is possibly the last time you have felt such utter awe since your death. You are at one with your soul, as this is beyond anything felt by anything outside of the density of matter. It is the last eminence of Oneness where God is totally in realization everywhere in the full scale of sonic pitches detailing the conduction of all form with a vibrancy in every speck of dark mattered space.

Only soul memory remembers the rupture from dark matter spawned in pinpricks of seven cells into the dust of light as spirit passage tears through the fabric into the luminescence. Now just by this sparkle of spirit from the other side, a feedback thumps through you like a beacon endlessly into this new dark space from a foreign universe to the very core of your essence. The weight and gravity of it all is a beam of the mystic flame. This is God’s touch that never leaves you until you die.

In the miracle of silence, Earth is not as you remembered it; in fact, it is more exotic, and it has three oceans like halos with two hovering above its pole surfaces and one around the equator. Almost like rings around Saturn, they seem like a harmonic essence from the inner womb of Earth sensed through the soul’s awareness.

A ritual of deliverance begins to unfold as a baptism of concentric rings rippling out through a vast aura field. This imbues a metabolic familiarity that has captured everything in a time pulse. This is the Earth’s own ever-present now, something in its own right so powerful you are part of it with each color before your first gasp.

The multiple dimensions of soul viewed in all directions is overwhelming, especially looking at Earth’s horizon oval defining the edge of its orbit speed as a time shield of fire which is coming closer in a humming roar. Meanwhile, the descent route is locked in so that you will remember nothing once you have passed through it. In the jets of those last few fractions you see the living breathing entity of love from Earth in its living magnificence, and it can be sensed intangibly in every way by the magnetic and electric ordained pulls of attraction. Earth seems to know you as you feel its invisible gravity of embrace, for you know at last that you utterly belong to this place.

The substance of most things growing have greater character with an in-depth flash and inner glimmer of life that outweigh anything previous known on any external part of any other planet, at least in the identical alchemy. There in plain sight, just as rain clouds can create floods lasting for days, so a quintessential world long ago right here held three oceans in a suspension high in Earth’s atmosphere. Outside the stratosphere they looked like adorning jewelry, while below their fascinating mirage was ever-changing in blushes of smoking hues by aurora lights flickering in their canopies of skies.

The ocean around the equator was at one hundred and seventy thousand feet with a variable depth of around three thousand feet. All its edges were as a thick menacing dark mist that would be torrential with a raging cascade of water thermally rolling up and in on itself in folds like a reverse waterfall right up to its upper edges, stretched out and camouflaged like a morning glory cloud.

This created an independent optical illusion around the equator that appeared to defy gravity; it basically moved and coiled around in the atmosphere with many fjords as tributaries as well as a jet stream that would surge like sun flares warping off its sides, yet from above its center there were puddle lake systems off the main tidal trunk. Its main body of movement was almost a permanent inverted mini-typhoon, sideways in thermal tornadoes that morphed around. These were also seen from below as in a coiling motion moving straight across the sky like a clear straight highway over the horizon. It actually coiled in on either side and had a helix spin about its support from underneath.

This was known by the inhabitancy below as the Rainbow Serpent, as it coiled like a snake and changed many times a day in reflective colors. Often at night, some parts became still like the lakes. The reflection was like a lens through the depths of the waters showing the constellations of stars as if magnified from the bottom surface, projecting a focus of perfect galactic symmetry of the whole solar system where all the details on the surface of the moon could be seen quite clearly. At midday, with the sun shining through it and winds against its flow, a backdraft was created so that rainbow jet streams like tidal currents would fan across the white surfaces from the under spray that directed its movements and supported it in a buoyancy like a suspended steam. Optically, it appeared to move and glide as a snake with all its iridescent electric colors. Whenever light flicked through, it was almost blinding in certain spots. The colors were richer than ever seen on Earth’s surfaces, as the water was lit by the sun behind as seen from below.

The waters were considered very much real as a conscious entity, for it was an ocean created when the poles reversed on Earth. This hurtled gravity to be unstable for a while and the oceans were flung up as a dense rain, including many fish, in cold and hot thermals meeting together to form mini spirals. In the stratosphere with higher levels of radiation, many advanced ocean creations leaped ahead in evolution, particularly algae in coral reefs. The entire eminence of this incredible living ocean was potent in its justice of prayer with mass overcrowding, which was naturally accommodating to living entities in shifts of activity five times a day as everything morphed in turn to the eminences of atmosphere. This was probably the greatest long-term sincerity of creatures taking naps to allow others to enjoy rites of passage. It could be considered no less than a wise planning of balance in the way that the bottom of the ocean often clipped mountains and distributed rain in times and areas of need. This was an indication that creation was alive, and very much part of the harvest of life.

These were profound healing waters that from Earth responded to a dreamtime acknowledged by elders on the ground in open places that knew the toning sounds of the terrain below and had an understanding of its powers. They learned how to commune in telepathy over events to come, simply by improvisations of imagination that would slip into daydreamed thoughts in faint subtle whisperings by their heart of love and by singing the tone of the land below — even simple stories were enough to evoke. This became a song line passed down by the elders, and it was a shared taming of the wild essence which the nature of our living planet held sacred at that time. It was a taming of the shrew for honoring and respect that, if practiced spiritually, had a direct link to a relationship with God that sailed on the tides of the weight of the entire cosmos; it was an irrepressible power to be in union.

The value behind the living essence had a brilliance in magnified reflections through the suspended oceans which at times also displayed eclipses and full moons. You felt you could be touched by them, but this was nothing like when the sun lit up the entire oceans in a reflective shield of solid gold that streamed across the ground and accelerated all growth in such magnificence by the shadows’ blessing of pure light of our sun. It also bounced reflective light off the moon that helped the molecules to heal and grow.

These were the enchantments of an Earth Heaven romancing beauty in the way that one could express in the simplicity of one’s vocational soul. By a heart of song in one night, a barren area in three days could turn into a festival feast of flowers after being a desert for years. The actual waters on the Halo Oceans of beauty were a marvel that spellbound everyone in a Heavenly-induced state of mutual love. Nature and animals were reduced to moaning and singing in the full moon shrines of its halos descending across Earth’s surfaces. God was not understood in a form of direct entity at this time by the majority, but an unspoken truce was shared by all as if a known creator was very alive to them, each in their own way. Many creatures had no fear of death by the gracious way life had been given. Just as the animals all danced at this time, so too did all the humans, dressed up as animals in homage to nature. Rituals became an expression of thanks. The magic of this response diverted famines and brought rains and new food seeds that awakened a trust to the biodiversity of all life forms, thereby proving Earth was a living entity, a listening deity that responded to worship performed with love.

Equatorial Ocean

On the top of the Equatorial Ocean the waters were extremely stable, except for the central channel of ice-cold waters due to their altitude. They surged in a steady current that by friction and temperature held the main channel in place. These waters even varied in altitude in massive swells, which made them seem super dangerous because they would often twist and bank up. The currents made navigation virtually impossible, except for rare times, as the moon had an accelerated influence on its tidal movements. These waters flowed with the Earth’s movement and could bow like an egg at either end, while other waters right next to them moved against the Earth’s tide of direction. The waters on either side plowed against and underneath these waters as torrents of water in whirlpools counter-spinning against the central river current webbed them in suspension. All of these factors seemed to counter-bear against its levitation as a means of support, but every few lengths an uncanny eddy of swirl took place. This was a science in its own omega of mystic wonder in simplicity as its awesome nature defied normality, just as the miracle spirit breath we take is taken for granted.

Contradictorily, in the equatorial suspended ocean there were quite a few stable deep lake havens off the main channel of water on both sides, and each one was a magic ocean of its own by the accelerated radiation in the stratosphere. Everything there had been exaggerated in its evolution. Even the waters were different by their heaviness or transparency of the cultivation of prolific bacteria. It was also advanced with fresh crops of algae on the surfaces above the coral reefs suspended below on beds of landscaped sponges, as arrays of nerve capsules within the sponges looking like technicolor brains would be lit up at night along with bunches of mini-worms and jellyfish. It really was a secret world that only a few ever got to know.

The belief of it being real without experiencing it was impossible. People often said it was something out of this world, and then it became known as Heaven. In its depths it was all honeycombed as mini cities going into the fathoms along with whales, dolphins, and giant turtles with jellyfish that could appear and disappear in any spectrum of color. Every type of ocean fish in the fjord system found its home somewhere by advanced adaption, which was all forcibly propagating at a consistent fast speed in months rather than decades under the ocean.

It was so electric, that farther into the center of the still waters some of the fish could communicate and see with sonic soma, possibly due to some geothermic volcanic heat action. But this was only a speck of the wonder in primordial inception that was often like snowstorms under the water three times a year, all at the same time. It was impossible to believe that these creatures would have any concept of time. Clearly it was all a celestial representation by the creatures being ambassadors of their own personal song which was all coming out of this high-pitched choir, mostly beyond our hearing, orchestrating things into existence.

The sonic tones in octaves could almost be seen in wave patterns reverberating in scales of meditating ambiances. These graced through the waters in amplification, surging in ripples of magnetic rings that pulsed an understanding code to all at the same time as five distinct session changes in each twenty-four-hour day when everything became still and allowed the sounds to bathe over them as a spirit blessing.

Many of these creatures were mythical with only one life by the radiation making them hybrids, but it also enhanced brain tissue and nerves as well as chemistry with the most exotic poisons as well as antidotes nearby which were initiated as the deep secrets of nature. It was all yet verification that the entity evolving was a deep symphony beyond and within its own eternity. This was nurturing our nature’s medicine chest with a powerful and compassionate intelligence compatible with our own better selves, and it was obviously an expanding infinity of goodness embracing the equator.

North and South Halo Oceans

There were two more oceans above the Earth’s North and South Poles. These oceans were separate, smaller, and perhaps denser. They looked like suspended halos in the shape of a torus donut with a huge hole blemished in mists in the middle. The South Halo Ocean had frozen pillars of ice all the way up to its under edges. These ice pillars were directly connected to the Earth. These phenomena were perhaps created by inertia of a once violent spin that suspended these oceans which now supported them by a capped frozen edge. They were encased on their sides by glaciated ice at a height between seventeen thousand to twenty-one thousand feet with an ocean depth of two thousand to five thousand feet depending on the freezing or thawing season.

The Halo Oceans were both very different kinds of water in their energized complexities compared to the Earth oceans below, as their isolation had evolved differently in belts of high-altitude radiations. The type of alchemy had finer potencies of vibration with more direct access to solar flares from the sun. When it rained, it was like a mist spray, for the pure order of scale of elements developed a type of colloidal composition. These were the building blocks of cultivating sensory perception, the other end of imagination that was seeded in all the essences behind all the organic life to come. Each eco system had a purity of color in a frozen state that was possibly more powerful to witness as they held their form on a more stable basis and changed by the day’s state of reflection. There was also the abnormality that in the middle of the torus ocean, inner Earth below from a venting vortex behavior similar to a volcano would send up convections as nebulas of heat. This conjured a remarkable biodiversity of fish attracting rare migrating birds that came exclusively in seasons