My daughter, Heather Hanson, who came in my life for the first time when she was sixteen. I didn’t know I had a child. Give me a call, Heather. I’m moving everything into Rosamond A1. Much money to be made. Drew gave me…..The Key!
I saw this photo of me yesterday on Flicker and thought…..No way are you not a Jew. This was taken at my wedding by my brother – who has vanished! Did he know our mother betrayed me, like no mother has ever betrayed a child? And she kept at it. She used stealth to turn all our family against me, including the new members. I met Drew Benton, once, at her home, after Christine’s funeral in 1994.
The miracle in finding Drew’s messages to me – written a month before she died – is, she wants to get to know me for the first time. She says she wants to know about psychic abilities in the family.. I interpreted this to me, she is seeking her spiritual roots. Someone must have these roots, because her parents didn’t. It looks like they didn’t want these roots, and threw them away. They assigned them to me, The Bad Seed, Crazy One, who is Guilty of Everything. He holds all The Family Sins, beginning with the Sins of Vic and Rosemary.
What is amazing, is there is no real death for Christine, and Drews’ death is very questionable. It looks like she was crucified in order to get information, The information that arrives, this very day, is that I died, and my life was restored by God – The God of the Jews! I am God-El’s Redeemer. I am the Messiah of the Jews, who arrives on the day the Jews stopped looking for me. So sweet in the REVENGE they are enjoying with no care for the Root of their Identity
FEAR GOD
Look in my eyes and know, Vengeance belongs to The Lord. Not one rabbi is Israel, or in the Diaspora is looking for God. They forgot God. God, has already crossed over into Jerusalem. I [prepared His Way.
I AM JOHN
Come! Put all the sins of all the Jews in the world upon my head and throw me off a cliff. And see what you will see. And know what you will know! You are in the Presence of The Kingdom of The Truth, for, the truth, is that last thing you wanted! This is why millions of Christian will vote for Trump, the Liar of Liar. They love that he lies. Some say he is Jesus. Who can stop him? Who can stop the Jews from starting World War Three? Not me! Have at it. I want Drew’spo;ice report for my birthday.
Happy Birthday to me! Come, do your vest to utterly destroy my credibility, Be like Rosemary who lusted after me till the day she died! And, now you know!
Drew wants the truth, and is raised up to behold the truth, from the best seat in the house. When thre psychic read me, and saw my death, one said;
“Are we in heaven? Is this proof there is a heaven?”
This is all true. Have a great day!
John
I have to admit, there is a Jew in me.
Victoria Rosemond Bond by Jon Rosamond 6/23
Born Under a Shower of Stars
Posted on August 11, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
I was born October 8, 1946 two minutes after the sun set. An amazing star-shower was suddenly visible. The nurses in the maternity ward bid my mother to come to the window and look, but, was too spent having just delivered me.
Rosemary said she had a vision while she was giving birth to me, she telling herself she must not forget it. She forgot.
Rosemary named me after John the Baptist because she believed I was born on the Day of Atonement, Yom Kippur. I was born three days after Yom Kippur.
When my Astrologer began her five hour (recorded) reading of my chart, she began
with these words;
“Jon, I have never seen a chart like yours, never knew it was possible. It
begins where all charts in theory begin, on the exact cusp of Pisces and Aries..
For this reason I had to move up the time of your birth ten minutes, or in
theory, you were not born. As it is now, you barely escaped becoming a veritable
prisoner in this lifetime, that is, all the information you came here to share.”
I believe I was born to die, and when I did, my clock was readjusted so my information could be set free. My astrologer said I am of the great Scorpion Scholars of the Biblical Wilderness who sting themselves in order to induce a near-death experience and behold the Creator, if only for a little while.
The large painting I did of Rena had her standing on a grassy hill after the sun
had set and the evening sky was a rainbow with stars coming out in the thalo
blue. There was a crescent moon cradling a star. Rena was wearing a thalo blue
cape the color of Carla Bruni’s sweater. I painted stars along the edge. For two
months I have been thinking of posting this photo, for the entity I saw was
wearing a thalo blue robe and had jet black hair filled with tiny stars like
diamonds.
My freed information needed the imput of female information. When our hands touched in the total darkness an amazing download began. It was and electrical experience.
Rena and I spent six weeks together. We never listened to a radio, watched TV..
or went to a movie. We had no friends. We had no electricity, and lived by
candlelight. But what we did every night on our mountain top, was watch the
sunset, and the gods paint the sky with stars. And then we went to be bed, and
in each other’s arms we dreamt a dream of long ago. And we go wherever the stars
took us that night.
Jon Gregory Presco
The October Draconids, in the past also unofficially known as the Giacobinids, are a meteor shower whose parent body is the periodic comet 21P/Giacobini-Zinner. Almost all meteors which fall towards Earth ablate long before reaching its surface. The Draconids are best viewed after sunset in an area with a clear dark sky.
The 1933[1][2] and 1946[2] Draconids had Zenithal Hourly Rates of thousands of meteors visible per hour, among the most impressive meteor storms of the 20th century. Rare outbursts in activity can occur when the Earth travels through a denser part of the cometary debris stream; for example, in 1998, rates suddenly spiked[3][4] and spiked again (less spectacularly) in 2005.[5] A Draconid meteor outburst occurred[6] as expected[7][8][9] on 2011 October 8, though a waxing gibbous Moon reduced the number of meteors observed visually. During the 2012 shower radar observations detected up to 1000 meteors per hour. The 2012 outburst may have been caused by the narrow trail of dust and debris left behind by the parent comet in 1959.[10]
The Draconids get their name from the constellation Draco, the Dragon.
In 1933 and 1946, the Draconid outbursts were major – observers reported an astounding rate of 20,000 shooting stars an hour. An Irish astronomer described the 1933 episode like a flurry of snowflakes.
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Death On LSD
Posted on August 12, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
If my intent was to fraudulently convince my reader I had died and gone to heaven – then came back, I would have picked a more believable death, then death on LSD. When I informed my new found daughter this happened to me, she thought I was utterly insane even though her hippie mother was an avid taker of LSD. My daughter is an atheist, and does not subscribe to any spiritual program. However, she does favor the accepted reality that says only Jesus can die and come back, because this belief, in her opinion, renders her more normal and sane, thus sociably desirable amongst her peers who want to be perceived as normal.
The first group to experiment with LSD, was the military, in America and Britain. Scientists in the employ of the military were instructed to find out if LSD could be used as a weapon, see if it could render the enemy dead in some manner, or, reduce their ability to fight – even their desire to do so. It was British and American tax dollars that discovered that most human beings on LSD had no interest in fighting for their county – or any country. This is good, if only you own this weapon. We can’t have both sides of a conflict dosing each other soldiers, or, there WOULD BE NO WAR!
Hmmmm! Looks like the Hippie Peacenik thing was invented by the Military with the backing of the Normal Ones, those who are not insane, even though their job is to invent ways of killing people for a living.
Now, if Islamic Radicals invented LSD as a weapon, a year ago, and were threatening to employ this weapon in our drinking water, then most Americans would belive this was a very insane and diabolical thing to do. Most Christians would say these radicals evil, this drug born out the ass of the Anti-Christ! Atheists would agree, even though they do not believe in the Ant-Christ or Christ.
Below is an article about Tim Scully. I was introduced to Tim by my art patron whom I will call Robert. Tim was the manager of an art supplies store in Berkeley. My patron and I had gone to buy more art supplies. Robert bought me art supplies the morning after I emerged from my room to find about eight members of the Brotherhood of Eternal Love waiting to behold me. My friend James, who grew up with Tim and Robert, was with me when I died. Something extraordinary happened. Like what? Wasnt LSD going to be used to kill people? Finally, mission accomplished. It works! I am living proof your tax money was not wasted on some stupid-ass drug program.
Robert and Tim conducted experiments at the Livermore Labrador when they were sixteen. They were school geniuses. Robert told me his I.Q. was around 200. I was one of the first guinea pigs to be hooked up to Tim’s bio-feedback machine. Tim and Robert were being heavily recruited by the Military. They just said “NO”.
Mario Savio and others protested the recruiting of gifted students on the UC campus, and was arrested. The industrial Military Comlex that employed Sir Ian Easton and my brother, believed Egg Heads should pay their debt to society, and willingly be an extension of the Killer Hardware Program – because they were educated in the public school system – that honored my gifts, and sent two of my painting to tour the world in a Red Cross show.
I was drafted in 1966. If the military had discovered Art could be turned into a deadly weapon, I would not have been drafted, and would be living in the Berkeley hills (at tax payers expense) watching Luna Rossa compete in America’s Cup while millions all over the world are ravaged by Killer Art.
“Hmmmm!” says the phantom flash-back of my mind.
How well I did as an artist, was being studied by Robert and others, because I refused to be the Acid Messiah and lead the Left against the Right. Indeed, I said I would take LSD away from the players, because – I won!
Robert had me throw three coins while I was lecturing about ten people – just this side of heaven. He bid me to throw these coins six times. I did. I was annoyed, and wanted Robert to go away. Robert and I remained close friends for over a decade. He hung my paintings all over the labs at UC. Robert was the youngest head of a department in UC history.
When my Muse came into my life, she changed the look of my artwork. When I showed my sister my painting, rendered by the colors Robert bought me, she took up art, and became world-famous.
So, one can conclude an experiment with a very powerful dose of LSD in 1967, resulted in the formation of a Historic Artistic Dynasty. I rendered Rena’s image while I was the roommate of Peter Shapiro, who as a member of the bands ‘The Loading zone’ and ‘The Marbles’ who played at the first Acid-Tests. I did not take drugs for fifteen years after I died. I encouraged many to never take drugs again.
The first words I spoke after I came back to life, after lying in my room for two days, was’
“I am thirsty. I would like a glass of water.”
Tim Scully’s sister had approached me, knelt, took my hand, and asked me what I wanted. Tim was a member of the Brotherhood of Eternal Love, as was my friend who was with me when I died on a powerful dose of Orange Sunshine, of which I had an hour before taken another dose so I could get back into my body. There were about five members of the Brotherhood present who had heard of my death. I never met them.
When I took a few sips of water from the crystal goblet, I said this;
“With this water I swallow, I wash the drug LSD from my system, into my urinary track, and I need to use the toilet, where I will flush this drug into the sea, and dilute it, take it from you forever. The game is over.”
And I rose, and did just that. I purged Orange Sunshine from my body, and a movement I was a part of. Later, I would tell two young men who were preparing a batch of LSD for Europe;
“The cops are outside waiting for you.You’re going to get busted.”
Most of the Brotherhood got busted – after the powerful king-like entity that was inside me, rebuked them, with permission of the Lord of Truth I beheld on McClure’s Beach February 11, 1967. I was being asked to be a anti-war Messiah. The LSD I took, did not go with me where I saw my sisters adorned in the jewels of heaven. Back here on earth, I was adorned in precious jewels with wisdom beyond compare. LSD was doing damage to a very delicate God-consciousness that I have been attuned to most of my life.
Jon Presco
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Tim Scully
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Robert “Tim” Scully (born August 27, 1944) is best known in the psychedelic underground for his work in the production of LSD from 1966 to 1969, for which he was indicted in 1973 and convicted in 1974.[1] His best known product, dubbed “Orange Sunshine”, was considered the standard for quality LSD in 1969.[2]
Scully grew up in Pleasant Hill, which was across the Bay from San Francisco. In eighth grade he won honorable mention in the 1958 Bay Area Science Fair for designing and building a small computer. During high school he spent summers working at the Lawrence Berkeley Laboratory on physics problems. In his junior year of high school, Scully completed a small linear accelerator in the school science lab (he was trying to make gold atoms from mercury) which was pictured in a 1961 edition of the Oakland Tribune. Scully skipped his senior year of high school and went directly to U.C. Berkeley majoring in mathematical physics. After two years at Berkeley, Scully took a leave of absence in 1964 because his services as an electronic design consultant were in high demand. Tim Scully first took LSD on April 15, 1965.
Scully knew the government would move quickly to suppress LSD distribution, and he wanted to obtain as much of the main precursor chemical, lysergic acid, as possible. Scully soon learned that Owsley Stanley possessed a large amount (440 grams) of lysergic acid monohydrate. Owsley and Scully finally met a few weeks before the Trips Festival in the fall of 1965. The 30-year-old Owsley took the 21 year old Scully as his apprentice[3] and they pursued their mutual interest in electronics and psychedelic synthesis.
Owsley took Scully to the Watts Acid Test on February 12, 1966, and they built electronic equipment for the Grateful Dead until late spring 1966. In July 1966 Owsley rented a house in Point Richmond, California and Owsley and Melissa Cargill (Owsley’s girlfriend who was a skilled chemist) set up a lab in the basement. Tim Scully worked there as Owsley’s apprentice. Owsley had developed a method of LSD synthesis which left the LSD 99.9% pure. The Point Richmond lab turned out over 300,000 tablets (270 micrograms each) of LSD they dubbed “White Lightning”. LSD became illegal in California on October 6, 1966, and Scully wanted to set up a new lab in Denver, Colorado.
Scully set up the new lab in the basement of a house across the street from the Denver zoo in early 1967. Owsley and Scully made the LSD in the Denver lab. Later Owsley started to tablet the product in Orinda, California but was arrested before he completed that work. Owsley and Scully also produced a new psychedelic in Denver which they called STP. STP was initially distributed at the summer solstice festival in 1967: 5,000 tablets (20 milligrams each) which quickly acquired a bad reputation. Owsley and Scully made trial batches of 10 mg tablets and then STP mixed with LSD in a few hundred yellow tablets but soon ceased production of STP. Owsley and Scully produced about 196 grams of LSD in 1967, but 96 grams of this was confiscated by the authorities; Scully moved the lab to a different house in Denver after Owsley was arrested on Christmas Eve 1967.
Tim Scully first met William “Billy” Mellon Hitchcock, grandson of William Larimer Mellon and great-great-grandson of Thomas Mellon, through Owsley in April 1967. They became friends and Billy loaned Scully $12,000 for the second Denver lab in 1968. The product from the lab was distributed by the Brotherhood of Eternal Love; Scully was connected with the Brotherhood via Billy Hitchcock.
The second Denver lab was discovered by the police while Scully was out of town. His lab assistants were arrested there when they returned a few days later. Scully was not arrested at that time.
In December 1968 Nick Sand (through an intermediary) purchased a farmhouse in Windsor, California where he and Tim Scully set up a large LSD lab. Tim Scully and Nick Sand (another psychedelic chemist) produced over 3.6 million tablets (300 micrograms each) of LSD they dubbed “Orange Sunshine” by the summer of 1969. In May 1969 Tim Scully was arrested in California for the 1968 Denver lab. The search was eventually ruled illegal, but Scully decided to retire from clandestine chemistry and pursue electronic design instead. In 1969 Scully formed his own corporation, Aquarius Electronics, and he was president and sole designer from 1971-1976.
The government had been building a case against Tim Scully’s partner in the Windsor lab, Nick Sand, since late 1971. In early 1973 Billy Hitchcock was threatened with 24 years in prison for tax evasion if he didn’t help the government convict the prime movers of the LSD cartel. Billy provided evidence and testified against Tim Scully and Nick Sand and they were both indicted in April 1973. Scully’s defense was that he was producing ALD-52, which was legal, and not the controlled substance LSD-25.[4] Scully lost the case and was convicted and sentenced to 20 years in prison in 1974. Scully’s appeals ran out in late 1976, so he sold his stock in his company and began serving prison time in early 1977.
Scully spent his time in prison helping design and build biofeedback and interface systems for the non-vocal handicapped. Scully’s sentence was reduced to 10 years and he was released on parole from prison in 1980. Since his release from prison Scully (2005 pic) has published eight articles on the topic of biofeedback and as many on technical computer topics. He retired from his years of work with Autodesk in 2005 and is currently researching a book on the underground history of LSD. He has written a chronology of his life.
The Army 7
Posted on August 12, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
When Robert had me throw the I Ching, I threw hexagram 7 ‘The Army’. He read this as I continued to talk. He did not know I saw many armies come out of the sea just before I died. I was victorious over all of them. There was no need for a strong leader, or powerful general. The task now at hand, was to melt down the weapons and return the people to peace. To have peace, everyone should feel they are not powerless, and indeed, own access to the Truth. My return journey, had begun. I was going home to my farm and look for my wife to be. There was nothing more to do, nor more victory to be had.
When Rena Easton came out of that dark doorway, I could have seen her as my temptress. I asked the sea for a reward, and thus she appeared – my Muse. I picked up my brush again.
She is not a Daughter of Mara, who reminds me of my brother Mark, who suffered dearly from boredom, because he believes he defeated me a long time ago. I could have relieved him of his suffering if I let him near my inner self.
In 1986 a crazy man put a gun to the back of my head and pulled the trigger over and over again. I was on my knees, holding out my arms, surrounded in a white light. I spoke this word “Baba” meaning “father”. I was ready to go home.
Not one of his bullets fired.
Jon
But war is always a dangerous thing and brings with it destruction and devastation. Therefore it should not be resorted to rashly but, like a poisonous drug, should be used as a last recourse.
This hexagram is made up of the trigrams K’an, water, and K’un, earth, and
thus it symbolizes the ground water stored up in the earth. In the same way
military strength is stored up in the mass of the people—invisible in times of
peace but always ready for use as a source of power. The attributes of the two
trig rams are danger inside and obedience must prevail outside.
Of the individual lines, the one that controls the hexagram is the strong
nine in the second place, to which the other lines, all yielding, are
subordinate. This line indicates a commander, because it stands in the
middle of one of the two trigrams. But since it is in the lower rather than the
upper trigram, it represents not the ruler but the efficient general, who
maintains obedience in the army by his authority.
THE JUDGMENT
THE ARMY. The army needs perseverance
And a strong man.
Good fortune without blame.
An army is a mass that needs organization in order to become a fighting force.
Without strict discipline nothing can be accomplished, but this discipline
must not be achieved by force. It requires a strong man who captures the
hearts of the people and awakens their enthusiasm. In order that he may
develop his abilities he needs the complete confidence of his ruler, who must
entrust him with full responsibility as long as the war lasts. But war is always
a dangerous thing and brings with it destruction and devastation. Therefore
it should not be resorted to rashly but, like a poisonous drug, should be used
as a last recourse.
THE IMAGE
In the middle of the earth is water:
The image of THE ARMY.
Thus the superior man increases his masses
By generosity toward the people.
Ground water is invisibly present within the earth. In the same way the
military power of a people is invisibly present in the masses. When danger
threatens, every peasant becomes present in the masses. When danger
threatens, every peasant becomes a soldier; when the war ends, he goes back
to his plow. He who is generous toward the people wins their love, and a
people living under a mild rule becomes strong and powerful. Only a people
economically strong can be important in military power. Such power must
therefore be cultivated by improving the economic condition of the people
and by humane government. Only when there is this invisible bond between
government and people, so that the people are sheltered by their
government as ground water is sheltered by the earth, is it possible to wage a
victorious war.
THE LINES
Six at the beginning means:
An army must set forth in proper order.
If the order is not good, misfortune threatens.
At the beginning of a military enterprise, order is imperative. A just and
valid cause must exist, and the obedience and coordination of the troops must
be well organized, otherwise the result is inevitably failure.
Nine in the second place means:
In the midst of the army.
Good fortune. No blame.
The king bestows a triple decoration.
The leader should be in the midst of his army, in touch with it, sharing good
and bad with the masses he leads. This alone makes him equal to the heavy
demands made upon him. He needs also the recognition of the ruler. The
decorations he receives are justified, because there is no question of personal
preferment here: the whole army, whose center he is, is honored in his
person.
Six in the third place means:
Perchance the army carries corpses in the wagon.
Misfortune.
Here we have a choice of two explanations. One points to defeat because
someone other than the chosen leader interferes with the command; the
other is similar in its general meaning, but the expression, “carries corpses in
the wagon,” is interpreted differently. At burials and at sacrifices to the dead it
was customary in China for the deceased to whom the sacrifice was made to
be represented by a boy of the family, who sat in the dead man’s place and was
honored as his representative. On the basis of this custom the text is
interpreted as meaning that a “corpse boy” is sitting in the wagon, or, in
other words, that authority is not being exercised by the proper leaders but has
been usurped by others. Perhaps the whole difficulty clears up if it is inferred
that there has been an error in copying. The character fan, meaning “all,” may
have been misread as shih, which means “corpse.” Allowing for this error,
the meaning would be that if the multitude assumes leadership of the army
(rides in the wagon), misfortune will ensue.
Six in the fourth place means:
The army retreats. No blame.
In the face of a superior enemy, with whom it would be hopeless to engage in
battle, an orderly retreat is the only correct procedure, because it will save the
army from defeat and disintegration. It is by no means a sign of courage or
strength to insist upon engaging in a hopeless struggle regardless of
circumstances.
Six in the fifth place means:
There is game in the field.
It furthers one to catch it.
Without blame.
Let the eldest lead the army.
The younger transports corpses;
Then perseverance brings misfortune.
Game is in the field—it has left its usual haunts in the forest and is
devastating the fields. This points to an enemy invasion. Energetic combat
and punishment are here thoroughly justified, but they must not degenerate
into a wild melee in which everyone fends for himself. Despite the greatest
degree of perseverance and bravery, this would lead to misfortune. The army
must be directed by an experienced leader. It is a matter of waging war, not of
permitting the mob to slaughter all who fall into their hands; if they do,
defeat will be the result, and despite all perseverance there is danger of
misfortune.
Six at the top means:
The great prince issues commands,
Founds states, vests families with fiefs.
Inferior people should not be employed.
The war has ended successfully, victory is won, and the king divided estates
and fiefs among his faithful vassals. But it is important that inferior people
should not come into power. If they have helped, let them be paid off with
money, but they should not be awarded lands or the privileges of rulers, lest
power be abused.
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Mara (demon)
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Mara’s assault on the Buddha (an iconic representation: the Buddha is only symbolized by his throne), 2nd century, Amaravati, India.
Mara depicted in the Burmese style, attempting to tempt Buddha.
Mara (Sanskrit, also Māra; Tibetan Wylie: bdud; Burmese: မာရ်နတ်; Thai: มาร), in Buddhism, is the demon that tempted Gautama Buddha by trying to seduce him with the vision of beautiful women who, in various legends, are often said to be Mara’s daughters.[1] In Buddhist cosmology, Mara personifies unwholesome impulses, unskillfulness, the “death” of the spiritual life. He is a tempter, distracting humans from practicing the spiritual life by making mundane things alluring, or the negative seem positive.
The early Buddhists, however, rather than seeing Mara as a demonic, virtually all-powerful Lord of Evil, regarded him as more of a nuisance. Many episodes concerning his interactions with the Buddha have a decidedly humorous air to them.
In traditional Buddhism four senses of the word “mara” are given.
Klesa-mara, or Mara as the embodiment of all unskillful emotions.
Mrtyu-mara, or Mara as death, in the sense of the ceaseless round of birth and death.
Skandha-mara, or Mara as metaphor for the entirety of conditioned existence.
Devaputra-mara, or Mara the son of a deva (god), that is, Mara as an objectively existent being rather than as a metaphor.
Early Buddhism acknowledged both a literal and “psychological” interpretation of Mara. Mara is described both as an entity having a literal existence, just as the various deities of the Vedic pantheon are shown existing around the Buddha, and also is described as a primarily psychological force — a metaphor for various processes of doubt and temptation that obstruct spiritual practice.
“Buddha defying Mara” is a common pose of Buddha sculptures. The Buddha is shown with his left hand in his lap, palm facing upwards and his right hand on his right knee. The fingers of his right hand touch the earth, to call the earth as his witness for defying Mara and achieving enlightenment. This posture is also referred to as the ‘earth-touching’ mudra.
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1 Etymology
2 Three daughters
3 See also
4 Notes
5 Sources
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Etymology[edit source | edit]
The word “Mara” comes from the Proto-Indo-European root *mer meaning to die, and so it is related to the European Mara, the Slavic Marzanna and the Latvian Māra. Mara in Latvian mythology means — The Mother of Earth and has positive meaning. She is wise and generous. [2]
Three daughters[edit source | edit]
In some accounts of the Buddha’s enlightenment, it is said that the demon Māra sent his three daughters to tempt the Buddha to give up his quest. Mara’s three daughters are identified as Taṇhā (Craving), Arati (Boredom), and Raga (Passion).[3][4] For example, in the Samyutta Nikaya’s Māra-saṃyutta, Mara’s three daughters fail to entice the Buddha:
They had come to him glittering with beauty —
Taṇhā, Arati, and Rāga —
But the Teacher swept them away right there
As the wind, a fallen cotton tuft.[5]
Some stories refer to the existence of Five Daughters, who represent the Three Poisons, Attraction, Aversion and Delusion, accompanied additionally by Pride and Fear.
Going Into Shock & PTSD
Posted on August 12, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
In 1987 I returned to McLure’s Beach and climbed the rock I fell on. I was utterly alone. There was no one in the parking lot, and thus no one for miles. I had gone thru the New Hope Program and had a year of sobriety. I had been in hypnotherapy. I had to do this.
I had not climbed but thirty feet, and was heading for the bridge, when I came upon a plaque nailed into the rock.
“6 KNOWN DEATHS”
This plaque was not there in 1967, and the thought that six people who came after me, met their death, was otherworldly. I was entering The Land of the Known Dead. I thought about the collective grief of their families. Their tears had come here. I closed my eyes, took some deep breaths, told myself I can do this, and proceeded.
I do not think Keith and James knew I was going into shock, because they were in shock at seeing me wounded. The powerful dose was incapacitating. We could not walk. Like a heavy gravity we were pinned to the sand. We could only watch and wait until the inital impact subsided.
After James tried to wash my wound, and after I got soaking wet, I told him to leave me be. He went and sat with Keith about fifty feet away. I sat at the edge of the water listening to the strange sound that the gravel made as each wave receded. It sounded like many engines. All of a sudden landing craft were coming out of the ocean, and I was in the a middle of horrendous battle. A young man fell next to me, mortally wounded. When he died, and with his last breath, he uttered his last word;
“Mother!”
I believe I was that soldier.
I watch that scene from Saving Private Ryan where the captain goes into a tunnel of silence. The engine of war is grating up and down my backbone. My teeth are chattering. I can not make it stop.
Jon
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Acute stress reaction (also called acute stress disorder, psychological shock, mental shock, or simply shock) is a psychological condition arising in response to a terrifying or traumatic event. It should not be confused with the unrelated circulatory condition of shock, or the concept of shock value.
Circulatory shock, commonly known simply as shock, is a life-threatening medical condition that occurs due to inadequate substrate for aerobic cellular respiration.[1] In the early stages this is generally an inadequate tissue level of oxygen.[2]
The typical signs of shock are low blood pressure, a rapid heartbeat and signs of poor end-organ perfusion or “decompensation/peripheral shut down” (such as low urine output, confusion or loss of consciousness). There are times that a person’s blood pressure may remain stable, but may still be in circulatory shock, so it is not always a sign.[3]
Circulatory shock is not related to the emotional state of shock. Circulatory shock is a life-threatening medical emergency and one of the most common causes of death for critically ill people. Shock can have a variety of effects, all with similar outcomes, but all relate to a problem with the body’s circulatory system. For example, shock may lead to hypoxemia (a lack of oxygen in arterial blood) or cardiac arrest.[4]
One of the key dangers of shock is that it progresses by a positive feedback mechanism. Once shock begins, it tends to make itself worse, so immediate treatment of shock is critical to the survival of the sufferer.[3]
The Angel of the Silver Chord
Posted on August 12, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
James Taylor, who was with me when I died, indeed, he saw me die (and saw me come back to life) would put books by my bed in the attic. They were books on the Indian Religion and the Silver Chord. This was such a loving thing to do. James looked like a doctor from 1918. He drove a Pierce Arrow.
Robert would come by now and then and lie next to me and meditate. Other people on a spiritual path would do this in the coming years. A woman came into the attic and said;
“There’s a gold aura around that man.”
I gasped when I beheld Rena’s face. Later, I asked her what it was like to wake each morning, go to the mirror……”and behold your beauty?”
Rena’s beauty was a living description of the incredible beauty I saw when I died.It is hard to describe. Rena was that description. It was her photo I carried into Cosmic Battle, and, into the Gates of Heaven. There is a order to the construction of this place. Artists strive to capture heaven. You just can’t put angel wings on beautiful people and think you have succeeded.
When I was on my back, I began to writhe in circles. The pain from the gash in my hand was amplified by the LSD. I could see my white bone. This told me something was terribly wrong. Why am I not in a hospital. Oh, right, we are on an illegal drug, the care is almost a mile away, and no one can walk, yet.
I cried out in agony and began to twist in circles. All of a sudden, Kith’s face appeared at the end of this tunnel. Why am I in a tunnel?
“Use your mind!” my friend said to me, as if this would help, he believing I am having a common LSD freak-out.”
“What do you think I’m trying to do?” I answered, more the perturbed.
Then I saw her, up in the sky, hovering over me.
“Look Keith, there’s an angel!”
From this tunnel I beheld beautiful lone cloud that was a beautiful pink from the setting sun. This cloud had wings, waiting to catch me when my silver chord snapped. To see the line of that kite with camera come up from the beach I died on is so……………?
I might have been seeing my own spirit hovering over me as I had left my body. That I saw her as a beautiful female is interesting, for we are in love with our astral body that is made in the image of God who is neither male of female.
Jon
At this stage, the vital organs have failed and the shock can no longer be reversed. Brain damage and cell death are occurring, and death will occur imminently. One of the primary reasons that shock is irreversible at this point is that much cellular ATP has been degraded into adenosine in the absence of oxygen as an electron receptor in the mitochondrial matrix. Adenosine easily perfuses out of cellular membranes into extracellular fluid, furthering capillary vasodilation, and then is transformed into uric acid. Because cells can only produce adenosine at a rate of about 2% of the cell’s total need per hour, even restoring oxygen is futile at this point because there is no adenosine to phosphorylate into ATP.[3]
The silver cord in metaphysical studies and literature, also known as the sutratma or life thread of the antahkarana, refers to a life-giving linkage from the higher self (atma) down to the physical body. It also refers to an extended synthesis of this thread and a second (the consciousness thread, passing from the soul to the physical body) that connects the physical body to the etheric body, onwards to the astral body and finally to the mental body.[1]
In other research, it is described as a strong, silver-colored, elastic cord which joins a person’s physical body to its astral body (a manifestation of the physical body that is less distinct).[2]
Alfred Ballabene,[3] an astral projector whose works are mostly published and accessed online, observed that during his out-of-body experiences “glue-like strings” appear as the astral body tries to separate itself from the physical body. As the astral body moves further away from the tangible body, some of the strings break apart and clump into a specific and smaller region – preferably the head, breast, back, stomach, and the abdomen area – thus forming the silver cord.
Some prophets and soothsayers in ancient times also claimed to have seen the silver cord during their out-of-body experiences[4]
An out-of-body experience (OBE or sometimes OOBE) is an experience that typically involves a sensation of floating outside one’s body and, in some cases, perceiving one’s physical body from a place outside one’s body (autoscopy).
The term out-of-body experience was introduced in 1943 by George N. M. Tyrrell in his book Apparitions,[1] and was adopted by researchers such as Celia Green[2] and Robert Monroe[3] as an alternative to belief-centric labels such as “astral projection”, “soul travel”, or “spirit walking”. The researcher Waldo Vieira described the phenomenon as a projection of consciousness.[4][5] OBEs can be induced by brain traumas, sensory deprivation, near-death experiences, dissociative and psychedelic drugs, dehydration, sleep, and electrical stimulation of the brain,[6] among others. It can also be deliberately induced by some.[7]
Science considers the OBE a type of hallucination that can be caused by various psychological and neurological factors.[8][9][10] Some parapsychologists and occult writers treat OBEs as evidence that a soul, spirit or subtle body can detach itself from the body and visit distant locations.[11][12]
One in ten people has an OBE once, or more commonly, several times[13] in his or her life,[14] but scientists still know little about the phenomenon.[15]
During/near sleep[edit source | edit]
Main article: Sleep paralysis
Those experiencing OBEs sometimes report (among other types of immediate and spontaneous experience) a preceding and initiating lucid-dream state. In many cases, people who claim to have had an OBE report being on the verge of sleep, or being already asleep shortly before the experience. A large percentage of these cases refer to situations where the sleep was not particularly deep (due to illness, noises in other rooms, emotional stress, exhaustion from overworking, frequent re-awakening, etc.). In most of these cases the subjects then feel themselves awake; about half of them noted a feeling of sleep paralysis.[16]
Near-death experiences[edit source | edit]
Main article: Near-death experience
Another form of spontaneous OBE is the near-death experience (NDE). Some subjects report having had an OBE at times of severe physical trauma such as near-drownings or major surgery.[17]
Resulting from extreme physical effort[edit source | edit]
Along the same lines as an NDE, extreme physical effort during activities such as high-altitude climbing and marathon running can induce OBEs. A sense of bilocation may be apparent, with both ground and air-based perspectives being experienced simultaneously.[18]
Induced[edit source | edit]
Consciously controlled and pre-meditated OBE methods (examples of which are widely available in many popular books on the subject) are also reported.[19][20][21][22][23] Some people have attempted to develop techniques to induce OBEs.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Out-of-body_experiences
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Our Beloved Tent
Posted on August 12, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press
When we awoke at Brian’s, he was in a bad place. Ahhhh! Too bad!
“I’m going out of town. Here’s my tent. You can stay (play) in the backyard.”
“Can you leave us your key so we can use the bathroom?”
“No!”
I got the picture. If he left us the key, then we would go inside and use his bed to fornicate on like normal folks. But, we weren’t normal. Rena and were too beautiful for words, so we would be set out in the yard to hump one another like dogs. The idea that he would come home from his fake trip and see our afterglow lingering in his bed – was too much for this dick-head, who had already began a long affair with – my mother! They were secretly doing each other behind my back.
When I went and saw Ma Jaya, and after she came on stage in a flash of white light, the audience soon heard this;
“There will be no fucking on my energy. You two up in the balcony – knock it off!”
The hardest thing about coming back to life, is that humans are running on sex-thoughts all time, and, most folks do want to get in touch with their spiritual self, but, don’t want to stop trying to feel good committing a sex act. Rena needs to know what I was going through, for no sooner have we set up our beloved tent, then here come some of the other fucking dogs Brian knows to check out Rena.
Brian did not go out of town, but was staying at one of his friends giving them a report.
Rena was so innocent to this, and, utterly radiant. She loved me. I loved her. We were lit. We couldn’t wait to make love. That night we got naked but for our underwear. I stopped us here, asking her;
“Do you want to do it in a backyard?”
“No!” Rena said, hearing my unspoken words. “Like animals”.
I bid Rena to put her head just out of the tent after moving our sleeping bags, so we could look at the stars. We had necked and explored each other’s beautiful bodies, and were all aglow. We talked for hours. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
In the morning I had an erection, and had to take a fierce pee. I gently took Rena’s arm from around me, and lay it on the grass. Slipping on my jeans, I went into appartement I lived in four days hence, and was greeted by the young couple who I gave up my apartment to, and who told us we could use their bathroom.
When I emerged, they asked me if I and Rena wanted a cup of coffee. Pouring us two cups, they bid me to sit for a moment. The mother was nursing her infant at the table.
“We want you to look at something.’
“What?” I asked.
“We have been sitting here for an hour watching you and Rena sleep. You two are so beautiful. What a beautiful sight.”
This couple was all aglow, and I looked at Rena asleep. Her hair flowed over her beautiful naked back. Her arm came from out the tent, across the grass, where a patch of morning light lie like a golden cat.
Rena had the most beautiful arm and shoulder I have ever seen in person or in a photo. We lie naked in each other arms. We were in Paradise like Adam and Eve – before the Fall. I took Rena her cup of coffee.
Two days ago wanted to write a blog titled ‘Phantom Pains’. It is about an old man of sixty-six, who having lost his sex due to prostate cancer, is recalling the best times he has had with the opposite sex. None of these times are about fornication.
What I was recalling was the first time I felt Rena’s naked breasts against my naked chests. I have been feeling phantom pains in the last week recalling our relationship. I am at my computer, and all of a sudden, my chest capillaries are tingling, and my cells are opening up like tiny flowers to greet the phantom feel of my love. She is but a heartbeat away.
Amputees describe phantom pains in the limb they lost, and even a phantom itch.
No one has ever dwelt in such a loving abode, as lovingly as Rena and I dwelt in our beloved tent. That loving couple knew Brian was in a jealous rage, and wanted to remove his cruel insult. There are beautiful people in this world. When these people die…………they haunt us. Our heart goes out to them. And, they are home again.
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Below is a tape of Ma Jaya saying homeless alcoholics and drug addicts were like her first Gurus. When I got sober, I tried to make amends to James Harkins, as recommended in AA. He refused to have anything more to do with me. I suspect he was telling Chris Wandel and Rena I was a scary degenerate. Christine and Rena were my lovers, not his. James took me to see Ma Jaya – and I let go a cosmic chuckle – in his face!
Jon
http://www.kashi.org/ma-jaya/who-is-ma-jaya/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsiHWKAjynk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7JMkwIBfvGQ
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