The Ring Legend – goes on! This is the post that brought the mob to my door. How to own your own death while in the world, is…………The Quest!
The evangelical conservatives elected their leader, their spokesperson, and he go forth in the world, leaving great piles of elephant shit in his wake.
After I died, I came upon my parents sitting naked in the sand. They were playing cards. I knew I was looking at my DNA. All the faces in the cards were speaking to me in a foreign language. They were imploring me………..
“Save us!”
I had just seen the war to end all wars.
“Help us!”
There were angry buzzsaw-like swastikas flying around us.
“Save us. We are the good people of Germany!”
And, I died for their sins.
In the second half of this reading I got to ask questions. I was a skeptic until I got the answer to my first two questions.
“If it is true I died, where was I – And, why did I die?”
“You were on these beautiful rocks by the sea. You were carrying much guilt that did not belong to you. You were in great pain. You had to let it go.”
Twice a dark man put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger. Their gun would not fire. Twice I played chess for the life of another, who had a gun pointed at them. I saved them. Some sense something dark in me, and they condemn and torture me to get at it. They seek to convict me. They recoil when they know I have overcome death, even, their death.
I have saved the German People. Lay down your swords. All your games – are done. I am the Guardian of the Rainbow Bridge. All the bridges have been taken, save one. I have completed the Great Task. With a wave of my brush, I paint an arc of colors across the sky, so that you may go home again.
John
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Der_Ring_des_Nibelungen
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nibelung
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alberich
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_diaspora
Distribution[edit]
Ethnic Germans are a minority group in many countries. (See Germans, German language, and German as a minority language for more extensive numbers and a better sense of where Germans maintain German culture and have official recognition.) The following sections briefly detail the historical and present distribution of ethnic Germans by region, but generally exclude modern expatriates, who have a presence in the United States, Scandinavia and major urban areas worldwide. See Groups at bottom for a list of all ethnic German groups, or continue for a summary by region.
German diaspora
In the United States census of 1990, 57 million people were fully or partly of German ancestry, forming the largest single ethnic group in the country. According to the United States Ancestry Census of 2009, there were 50,764,352 people of German descent.[1] People of German ancestry form an important minority group in several countries, including Canada (roughly 10% of the population), Brazil (roughly 3% of the population),[2] Australia (roughly 4.5% of the population),[3] Chile (roughly 3% of the population),[4] Namibia, and in central and eastern Europe—(Poland, Hungary, Romania, and Russia).
Distribution of German citizens and people claiming German ancestry (figures are only estimates and actual population could be higher, because of wrongly[vague] formulated questions in censuses in various countries (for example in Poland)[5] and other different factors, f.e. related to participant in a census):
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baldr
Apart from this description, Baldr is known primarily for the story of his death. His death is seen as the first in the chain of events which will ultimately lead to the destruction of the gods at Ragnarök. Baldr will be reborn in the new world, according to Völuspá.
He had a dream of his own death and his mother had the same dreams. Since dreams were usually prophetic, this depressed him, so his mother Frigg made every object on earth vow never to hurt Baldr. All objects made this vow except mistletoe[7]
The Rock Of My Death
I put it out of my mind that I had died. My coming back was horrendous. It all came back when I had a reading at the Berkeley Psychic Institute in 1987. I sat in a chair facing two Readers. There was a guide in the back of the room. A young woman was agitated. The guide asked her what is wrong.
“It’s his mother. She’s right here in my face. She doesn’t want us to read her son.”
“Put up a white shield of light!……………………Make that two!”
Rosemary knew I was carrying a spiritual issue the day I was born. The nurses beckoned her to the window to behold the amazing star shower. She told me she was too spent. I owned what she wanted. My mother would throw many devious obstacles in my way.
Note the narrow bridge over the eye. I had just read Tolkien’s Trilogy, and was reminded of Frodo’s climb to the top of Mount Modar. After my fall, my two friends had to carry me across this bridge. I was going into shock.
When Marilyn heard I was going back to Oakland to visit my family, she suggested I go for a reading at the Berkley Psychic Institute. In 1987 I was read by two young people in their twenties. There was a man in the back doing a chart. A young woman sitting ten feet in front of me began my reading by saying this;
“You own your own creation. You died!”
The room filled with a light, and after a long silence, the guide said;
“Are we in heaven? Is this proof there is a heaven?”
I looked at the readers, and the smiling guide. I had this vision of us being infants in our crib, we in a glowing light as we look at one another in a knowing way. We were so – new!
Suddenly, we heard someone rushing upstairs. She burst into the room and said;
“You can’t stay in this place. You have to move on!”
She looked alarmed. We wanted her to go away. When I closed my eyes, the guide said;
“Don’t close your eyes!”
In the second half of this reading I got to ask questions. I was a skeptic until I got the answer to my first two questions.
“If it is true I died, where was I – And, why did I die?”
“You were on these beautiful rocks by the sea. You were carrying much guilt that did not belong to you. You were in great pain. You had to let it go.”
I was born October 8, 1946 in Oakland California at 6:02 P.M. a minute after sunset.
After My Death On LSD
Threading The Eye of the Needle
When I found the property on Bodega Bay, yesterday, and beheld the two photos above, I knew my angel led me to the Promised Land. When God puts you in front of His powerful enemy, how much power do you own? The more powerful the enemy, the more powerful God’s champion. God loves a good story!
“All’s well, that ends well!”
Jon ‘The Nazarite’
I may have saved the world in 1967. How many times will this task fall upon me?
The Needle’s Eye
Last night I discovered there exist a passage on Skellig Michael called ‘The Needle’s Eye’. In 1988, I took a photo of the eye in the rock I climbed at McClure’s Beach. It lie under a narrow bridge to the top. This more than a coincidence. God has – TWO EYES – and SEES the end that is coming. He bids His Seer to speak out, and give a warning!
http://publishing.cdlib.org/ucpressebooks/view?docId=ft1d5nb0gb;chunk.id=0;doc.view=print
Note the two arrows! What more of a SIGN do you need?
Repent!
Jon ‘The Nazarite’
“Smith’s account of the pilgrimage to the island is concerned primarily with the dangers of the South Peak climb. For him one of the terrors of the ascent was the point where pilgrims have to squeeze through a hollow called the Needle’s Eye, which resembles the funnel or shaft of a chimney. After clearing this hurdle and negotiating several other perilous passages.”
William Tirey, Bishop of Cork from 1623 to 1645, records a pilgrimage to Skellig Michael among the events of his life (Foley 1903, 16). Friar O’Sullivan, a Franciscan from Muckross who wrote the Ancient History of the Kingdom of Kerry about 1750, mentions in that work “the great Skelike formerly very much noted for pilgrimage over most part of Europe” (O’Sullivan 1899, 152). Soon after, in 1756, Charles Smith published the first account of the South Peak, describing the ascent of it in detail. The South Peak stations were to be visited after those of the monastery. Smith’s remarks on this part of the pilgrimage suggest that a tradition of long standing was coming to an end: “Many persons about twenty years ago, came from the remotest parts of Ireland to perform these penances, but the zeal of such adventurous devotees, hath been very much cooled of late.”
The Death of Creative Siblings by the Sea
Jon ‘The Nazarite’
Rosamond Press 
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