by Dan Winter with Deborah
Louth
from
ImplosionGroup Website
There is a Sufi myth which says
something like From Length is Longing Born. I've always fancifully
thought this was a nice apology for separateness. As if after the
big bang, the little sparks darting about through stubble, were us,
imagining ourselves separate, and thus able to have a secret
thought. This was a convenient imagination in that it allowed us to
experience the way momentum which was continuous, became
discontinuous. This is variously known as evil (live/recursion
spelled backwards), separateness, wave vs particle, continuum vs
quantization, catastrophe theory, energy vs. matter, etc. In
essence, it permitted spin in it’s flame like recursion to settle
into some of the most dense spin slip knots, with VERY HIGH
LEVERAGE. In this sense, we think of spin become recursive (or
simply well nested or self embedded) as consciousness, or awareness.
Focus spin (image-ine separate), you get little fractals
(recursion), and that is conscious self-awareness.
So what does the Sufi saying here mean about creating longing, by
creating the illusion of length or separateness?
Yearning or longing in the Gurdjieffian sense, means creating the
necessary and desirable force to connect things at a distance. They
always said in the Gurdjieff school, that it was good to amp up, or
supercharge the batteries of yearning, in order to fire up the
universe to bring together things at a distance... things separate.
We wrote in our article ’Can Intent Steer Waves’, about the pine
cone, shape of the PINEal gland, which braided light to the super
light speed bending time, which was called ’PINE-ing’ or yearning.
We read now in the classic Reptilian style of learn it by eating it,
that Pineal glands are the favorite food of the Dracos.
This article was inspired as my friend Deborah and I began studying
the disaster (dis-astare: disconnected from stars), of the
beekeepers’ practice of killing their queens. We knew that
ultimately this was probably the single most awful cause of the
death of the entire American bee ’industry’. The scientist’s scratch
their head at the supposed death of the immune strength of virtually
every bee hive in the nation, while with their other blind hand they
pass laws saying, you beekeepers MUST kill your queens every time
your hive burps with ANYTHING even slightly uncomfortable to the...
checkbook.
... requeen if you have a
failing queen,
... call state inspector if you have a failing queen
... requeen if there is a hint of assertiveness in your
hive
... requeen if the hive reproduction rate is even
slightly inconvenient to your wallet
’In one sense queen producers don’t
sell queens, they sell ëtraits’ ’ or their shallow idea of what BEE
MEMORY SHOULD BEE...
a ’newly arrived queen, fresh from the mailman’s pouch... Alien
royalty may not be accepted by your bees. Or she may not be up to
the task, not well prepared for the job, and only a drone layer
become..’
(Discontinuity of memory=weakness to immune identity.)
’THE QUEEN CONTROLS THE HIVE THROUGH PHEROMONES WHILE, HER
REPRODUCTIVE MATERIAL ACTS AS THE GENETIC GRAND CENTRAL STATION FOR
HER OFFSPRING’ quotes from Buying Queens: What do You Need to Know’,
by Walter Clark, Bee Culture Magazine, March 94.
Deborah advised me that while beekeepers imagined that the natural
state of affairs was that new queens killed old queens in some
ritual, THEY REALLY HAVE NO IDEA IF CRITICAL TRIBAL/HIVE MEMORY IS
PASSED BETWEENS QUEENS IN THAT RITUAL.
Remember in DUNE, when the dying Reverend Mother queen, passed her
memory to her successor? The skulls touched, and sparks of memory
inhabited the dream space of the younger queen. After that, all of
the life memory of the old queen, flowed in the young.
Now let us look at HIVE life, as if memory of shape was the entire
economy of the hive. This is in a sense true, in that the physics of
a unified field, is only a memory of shape. If you have only one
unified substance, then all economies are only those of shape
histories... err rather .. her stories.
You (the honey bee) wander off into the fields, you are looking for
the folder nectar of what the flower produced. The flower harvest
the flower shape of MAGNETISM (called geomancy), and puts that into
blossom. If the magnetic long lines of the bioregion, look like a
flower, then you get flowers. If the local geomagnetic lines look
like a tangled mess, then you get desert, no flower, no nectar, no
honey, no memory.
Therefore nectar is literally the best of the FOLDED SURFACE OF THE
LAND. (EL-LAND-GUAGE: the language of the land). Sweetness is always
only a measure of how efficient/extensive is the BRAIDING. Braid the
magnetism of the land well, you get sweetness.
Then you (the honey bee) arrive back at the hive with your harvest
of sweetness... You say to the rest of the hive with the SHAPE of
your elegant little dance, turn at the ley line: align with the sun,
then there you find nectar.
If tribal memory lines hold up, the shape of the magnetic lines of
the land, become the genepool of the queen. The queens DNA, becomes
a folded record of how the land lies. Immune system becomes el-land-guage.
It wasn’t only Arthur who was one with the land. The grail serves
the principle of embeddedness itself: a honeycombed with memory
data, stored in a fractal for best compression/braid/sweetness.
Interrupting the continuity of the genetic memory line of the queens
dna, constantly with the practice of replacing queens, ULTIMATELY
HAS TO COMPLETELY INTERRUPT THE HIVE MEMORY OF THE SHAPE OF THE
LAND. This coded memory of the shape of magnetism, in the long wave
is the lands magnetic braid concrescing/converging into nectar...
Immune identity (eye-dent-I-tie), is a her-story of how fold can be
coded in a braid on one folded surface. The most fractal recursive
folded surface of the hive, after the honey comb itself is the DNA
of the queen. It is the ultimate repository for tribal collective
memory. The blood line strength of the hive, has to be the queen. So
why do we consider the death of hive immune strength after killing
the queen, a mystery. We say there is no mystery here, if the queens
continue to be sacrificed with no continuity path for their
memories, we will have no bees, no honey, no nectar, no plant
pollination, no civilization.
In ’Myth of the Birth of the Hero’,
Otto Rank, in the style of Jung,
urges us to know why every mythic hero is born without a father,
virgin birth. What was the purpose of ’concealment of patriarchy’?
Was it the source of the seed or the egg that must be hidden? We
later learned that most of the virgin birth hero’s, Christ,
Moses,
etc... were the result of tantric bloodline crosses with extra
terrestrials. (’Magda, Avata, and Kin’). Kundalini
causes virgin births. Mary dreamed of an Angel. Sarah mated with an
ET, and gave birth to Joseph (Technicolored Genetic Coat) and
Benjamin (Gold).
The key principle that we were missing, was to know that it is
simply the charge of lightning spin itself which teases the egg to
split. Specifically, in the ’Flower of Life’ sense, the egg’s
membrane, receives spin, decides this spin can fit/phase lock on the
flooded surface, so decides to dimple. The geometry of the dimple in
the egg, precipitated by seed, is the exquisite path to turning
inside out. Ectoderm and Endoderm switch places. The inside becomes
the outside, and the outside becomes the inside. This is exactly the
electrical geometry of the onset of compassion in the electricity of
the heart beat.
We call this onset recursion: birth. The geometry of turning inside
out, is a sequence of symmetry operations. Inside out, is pent/hept.
Implosion is 5/7 dodec/icos centripedal. Stasis is Hex. Explosion is
7/5 centrifugal.
When Jesus in the Joseph line, seeded Magda of the
Benjamin line,
the Orion queen blood line survived into the grail/Merovingian,
Prior de Zion, Baphomet... The queen’s blood continued. The egg’s of
the females of the line contained the whole. The seeds, the males
contained the part. Fractionation existed in the males, not the
females. This was because the egg born in a woman is born with her
mother, with her mother.... (The first cellular woman ’Lucy’ was
tracked by the fractality of the mitochondrial foldedness to Africa,
not possible with a male..)
So a memory of foldedness survived in
the perfect contained, embedded, fractality of the geometry of
perfect egg. If you could visualize the spin path into the egg of
your mother, inside her mother, inside her mother.... Then you could
remember like a wormhole into a fractal, your reason for being and
imagining yourself separate in the first place. This was the key
visualization necessary to group/hive memory together in the advanced Merkabbah/fire breath mediation. Only the pine cone spin path to
the zero point, back into the memory fractal could keep your
collective dream whole, instead of fractionating into separateness.
So why did the Orion queens in the personage of their assigned
priests, work so hard to kill the blood line of the queens,
slaughtering the brightest women in Europe during the inquisition? It
became apparent that the very magnetic body of star systems, with
all the attendant psychokinesis (magic/wicca), was being born in the
blood line of the descendant queens. The bird tribe Ophanim were
about to give birth. The Orion queens, had authorized only gold
mining droids here (Sitchin). A self-replicating Isis/Eve was not
authorized. The Orion Queens had ruled the galaxy for
millennia with
male sex-slaves. Freedom to reproduce here on Earth, could upstage
their own power. If the DNA brooding here, got free, their harvest
of sweetness here might end. The priests feared the women here on
Earth, for the same reason they feared them on Orion.
The Magdalen/Orion Queen/Draco blood was exoskeletal. The Draku
meant using magnetism from without to create: technology. The
Sirian prince, Ea, Ea-Su, Iesu, Jesus,
Aku blood was endoskeletal,
using magnetism bent from within to create: emotion.
The blood line cross between them (Holy Blood, Holy Grail), was the
outside inside, turning inside out, of those blood lines, into a new
container for the incarnation of Ophanic, Time Lord,
Angelic Logoi
family which conceived the plot in the first place. On the practical
side, it meant emotions powerful enough to bend galaxies, would be
born, here at the nexus.
Priests who killed queens destroyed a memory path backward,
preventing leverage forward in time.
What we do to our bees memory, is such a fractal of what has been
done to us.
The arrival of the Draco, is like a Dragon knocking at the base of
the spine with Kundalini, for our culture. Will the reptilian brain
pour sweetness into the high fractal cortex, feeding the eagle with
the wings of vision that soars?
Will the reptilian in us learn to turn inside out, passion into
compassion, carving the wormhole soul into the hoary braid of DNA?
Or will the sweet memory of the Queens die as uncelebrated as the
witches? Leaving the priests to fornicate with children. The flowers
with only sting to pollinate them.
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