For the cause!
This stuff Rocks!!!!
I am about to sing because I want to bring something to you, a gift, a message about these books, and people have been inspired to write many poems and do art and songs about these books, so I would like to give a song first, and may it be for your family in some way to, as a boon of peace and good will.
Spend all my time in the garden, where I hear the hills and all earthly ills are departed. Universal will has started arising in me as the joyous glow of a joyous upbringing, in the valley of Man, and when it is sent, the energy of love makes brightest the thoughts of Man, and joyous prodigy to a Universe girl who is heavenly sent, heaven on earth unfurl under our firmament. When doves call with the breeze, and when summer sun is rising and herbs are scattered free underneath the trees, exciting the terrain, or lulling it into a fragrant strain of scent like the sea, and how close is everything in beauty; I see it in your eyes when I awake to find the whole world on the side to a spacious rhyme, and time on time the sun to rise highlights your face, and it has already taken me away to the greatest state of being with you in our space of love. Motherland eternity bows to our feelings of life and thoughts of love. Making light with the world so this is eternity that buds from the tree that we touched, thinking of he, and so for us all of life will see a new family amongst the Earth's pristine gardens of resplendent beauty. Most truly rivers of love, and lights from great oceans above. God he loves, and Man he stands, as the kind ruler of the Earth's grand strand forever to come. This is life in the garden as it awakens Man's soul to the pristine origins of where he is from!
So there are these books all in a series, The Ringing Cedars of Russia books, they are supposed to be a documentary of something amazing, but the books read nothing like boring documentary literature. The author, Vladimir Megre, is an entrepreneur by trade, but his life changes and he becomes a best selling author, not by promotional investments, but just by the intricate feelings that sweep over people after reading these books. All of this, after he returns from a trade run aboard his ship, along the river Ob which boarders the Siberian Taiga forest of Russia. He is called to fell a 500+ year old Siberian Cedar tree by two oldsters in a village he made port at. Initially he had no understanding of these oldsters or stories of this tree, which the oldsters said had collected enough cosmic energy over the years that it turned into a "Ringing Cedar" which would give off an audible ringing sound as it tried to give back to Man and the Earth all of the beneficial energy it has stored over the years. When Vladimir returned home he did research and came to find that Siberian cedar trees themselves have great healing properties and economic worth, and that a lot of money could be made from them. Thus he traveled back to this village, and unexpectedly, there waiting for him on the banks of that river was, Anastasia, the granddaughter of those two Russian oldsters Vladimir had met on his last trip.
From here the story really kicks off, and Vladimir discovers amazing things at the hands and trust of Anastasia, out in the Siberian Taiga, where her and her grandfathers live by themselves with trusted wild animals, in a freezing climate, with only dugouts as shelter. The time spent is primarily about the
conception and birth of a child, and the energey of love, and how
the two together can be used for other's to birth truly happy families of their
own, in perpetuity. All of the forces that try to destroy families have no room
to hide in these books! Understanding birth and child-raising are important, and
also have to do with the meaning of eternity. It is very
important for women, I am a son
writing this, and nothing could be more important than Anastasia's explanation of
child-birthing and child raising. She is woman closest to nature. My parents
havent even read the books, and I want them to a lot! A pristine way that brings
child, mother, and father closer to each other. She is a real woman, and her images
of birth make people happy!
A lot of the Fanfare can be read here, about many of the amazing things talked about in the books.
I would get the books from the link below because they are the original unedited publication. Ask for these books in your local library.
This documentary series is intense and light, seriously enlightening and mind boggling to some. I want to give an Easter egg as to who Anastasia is and some of the things she talks about, for the reason I am writing you is that I am playing the part of the Bard, or the story teller.
Anastasia herself and her grandfathers, are part of a remaining and still awake population of vedruss people. As Anastasia herself describes it, they are vedruss, which are the original pagan and even pre-pagan “God people” of Europe, the Middle East, and into Russia and parts of Asia. She describes that many of us are vedruss, (besides the other vedic-wise God cultures of our world) but that we are asleep, as our forbearers had to set a part of their consciousness asleep to avert a global catastrophe on Earth. Russia was the last remaining vedruss culture of our time.
Anastasia’s memory and access to information is monumental, and many scientific and religious organizations have marveled at the information and history she has given to people. She is the one who helped teach Vladimir, the author, how to write, as he had no authoring experience before these events besides writing up business documents.
One of the things I really want to talk about is the way she creates “Living Images” and how she talks about the ancient science of imagery. As she describes it, her forefather developed the science of imagery for this age around, and used it to bring together 11 poet-singers, himself which he was a poet-singer as well, and 6 priests to create the great Egyptian state. At that time there were warring factions and the priests themselves came from 6 different warring, no longer pure minded tribes.
Anastasia’s forefather taught them the science of imagery, which is the science of how creation consists of living image-thoughts. About how to free up and penetrate an already existing image, like penetrating an atom and splitting it with one’s thought as one of the practices they used, but it was primarily used for creating new images, and image-songs for controlling large numbers of people, and destinies. All other sciences descended from this one. As she describes it, “Yes, yes, of course, I shall tell you about my forefather who was able not only to discern but also to produce living substances of a power greater than all the weapons known, either today or in the future. Nothing manufactured could ever withstand them – they are capable of changing the earthly world, of destroying galaxies or even creating whole new worlds.”
“You must be joking! And where is this gadget today?”
“Any Man living on the Earth today is capable of producing it provided he can understand, and can feel… My forefather revealed part of the mystery to the Egyptian priests. Even today, earthly rulers in their political states govern according to the system and mechanism established by those priests. But now there is less and less understanding of the meaning and the mechanism of government. This mechanism was not perfected, and has become degraded over the centuries.”
“Hold on, hold on a minute, there. You’re saying that today’s presidents rule their countries according to a system or directions worked out by the priests of ancient Egypt?”
“Since that time, Vladimir, nobody has ever contributed anything significant of their own to the system of government. And today’s earthly states have no conscious awareness of how the government of human society works.”
“Now that is simply too hard to believe. Can you try taking me through the whole thing step by step?”
“I shall try taking you through it all step by step, and you try to understand.”
Then she goes on to perfectly and with detail, describe events from the past in a really amazing way. That was an excerpt from book 4, Co-creation.
Anastasia brings a lot to the table for everyone, in now 10 written books of the author’s visits and recording of her wisdom, memory and her dream.
So basically a lot of very monumental information and actual scenes are presented to the people reading, and it’s accumulation, it’s net purpose is to get people back on the land, making families in harmony with creation. She talks about “Spaces of Love” and how love diffused in space for one can effect or benefit many. These Kin’s Domains as she calls them, are where aspiring families can take up a piece of their motherland, at least 2.5 acres for satisfying all needs, and to create a space of love for their children and descendants. A Simple idea, but it takes knowing or familiarizing one’s self with how the earthly creation organizes itself, and how all parts of the whole function together. It is like Permaculture Design, which blew my mind, because I am a certified Permaculture Designer!
So political parties based on the book’s ideas and images are springing up everywhere, and Russia already boasts over 200 of these ecovillages which are comprised of Kin’s Domains, spaces of love! Land free of tax (I think), and the produce and goods sold from the Kin’s Domain are free of tax too.
Of course there will still be people living in cities to take up that part of the world experience and clean up, but for the net effect of everything, we need people coming together and thinking about taking back their motherland, one hector (2.5 acres) or more at a time.
"At first I found my dialogue with Anatasia about what constitutes the Motherland rather unintelligible. Her arguments didn't even seem normal to me, at least initially. But later...
Even today I can't help thinking of them. I distinctly recall her response to my questions about what to do to prevent war - either earthly or interplanetary - from happening to us, to eliminate bandits altogether and bear happy and healthy children. It went this way:
"We need to tell everyone, Vladimir: Take back your Motherland, people!"
"'Take back your Motherland?' - are you sure you're not mistaken, Anastasia? Everyone has a Motherland, or a native land, only not everybody lives in the country where they were born. Maybe you didn't mean 'take back your Motherland', but 'you need to come back to your Motherland' - is that what you were trying to say?"
"I was not mistaken, Vladimir. Most people living on this planet today have no Motherland at all."
"What d'you mean they haven't a Motherland? For Russians, Russia is their Motherland, the English have England. After all, everybody was born somewhere, and so people will use the term Motherland or native land to refer to the land where they were born."
"Do you consider that one's Motherland must be measured by someone's arbitrarily determined border?"
"What else? That's the way things are. All states have borders."
"But if there were no borders, how could you determine your Motherland then?"
"By the place I was born - the town or village - or maybe the whole Earth would then be a Motherland for everyone?"
"The whole Earth could be a Motherland for each one of its inhabitants, and Man could be caressed by everything in the Universe, but for that to happen, he would need to join together all planes of being into a single point, call it his Motherland, and create with his own self a Space of Love therein. Then all the best things of the Universe would come into contact with it first hand - come into contact with the space of your Motherland. You in yourself will feel the whole vast Universe through this point, and possess power unsurpassed. They will know about this on other worlds. Everything will serve you, as God, our Creator, wanted it."
"You've really got to speak in simpler terms, Anastasia. I didn't get anything about those 'planes of being', or how to join together their strands. Or about the 'point' I can call my Motherland."
Anyways, check out these books if your feeling them. They talk a lot about the powers that be at the time, and how the words and the dream that has been created through these books are saving the world. And all of this craziness going on about illuminati, even though they don’t mention Illuminati directly in the books, they talk about the Egyptian priests, who are really the predecessors to all that, and they keep a lot of information for themselves, and the priests who rule today are the occult derivative of this science of imagery being watered down throughout the centuries.
Anastasia’s grandfathers are both a part of that original priesthood, and they are actually trying to help. This is all very interesting information, and I wanted to fit together this kind of glad tidings message to you, maybe you can pass the books on to your fellows once you have reviewed them, or at least read the first one.
And this is me: http://vedrussawake.blogspot.com/
And these are my poems inspired by life, memories of the past, and especially Anastasia, Vladimir Megre, and The Ringing Cedars of Russia books.
So Joy to your thoughts!
And may good days follow you.
A Call To Those Who Grow Homes
There is a life in the world. This life is good and it remembers the world...
When I feel my pristine origins, it acts within me.
When I warm the seeds in my mouth for planting, it alone remembers the precept of the feeling.
Eternally it is the soul, and it is possible during the conjoint awareness with, a whole feeling of the world.
The life in the seed reflects to have remembered, and the life in me reflects to have remembered.
Is this the reflection of a most radiant love? The birth of a conjoint consciousness is involved thereof.
Without these it seems, a people come to forget. Thought then becomes as if unrelatable to what really came, and also to what comes next.
This life is largely unrecognized in the modern world, and I call now for the recognition of life, and for those of us who may take up thought and dream of the world at a later time. Life cannot continue without spaces of love. My future family cannot truly thrive or prosper under any circumstance other than a space of love.
My pristine origin I recognize, lies in a co-consciousness. The conjoint consciousness established between the Creator and all of his children: The marvelous energy of Love.
Thinking, feeling, and with an advanced intellect which accelerates all things, It takes form on our father’s part as his giving the energy of Love to Man on Earth, the materialized center of his creative dream. It is then made true when it takes form through us as the co-creation of beautiful, resplendent worlds, for the birth of happy children within. I too seek fulfillment of this co-conscious energy with my father, the energy of love. It is inspiration, and it is an aspiration to life!
This universal co-conscious feeling is felt in the soul, and it is only capable of becoming a permanently ignited energy for our families and children, through contact with the Creator’s materialized thoughts, his natural creations, in a Space of Love. For this, one at least requires land which is predisposed to the feelings in their own soul. At least 2.5 acres for forever satisfying all needs. This is a Kin’s Domain, or Kin’s Estate. Unrestricted and free. Forever more inseparable from the family. No tax is permitted on the land or family. Nor may there be tax on goods sold from the Kin’s Domain.
This will bring healthy, happy families that are capable of transforming the Earth into a garden paradise free of violence, hunger and debt. Through our co-consciousness we can remember, and see that the U.S. is populated by those who, even if only intuitively, feel these same needs.
“Together, the 48 contiguous states and D.C. have an area of 3,119,884.69 square miles (8,080,464.3 km2). Of this, 2,959,064.44 square miles (7,663,941.7 km2) is land, comprising 83.65% of U.S. land area.”- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contiguous_United_States
2,959,064.44 square miles of land is 1,893,801,241.6 acres of land. That is also (757,520,496.64) 2.5 acre parcels of land.
There are whole entire regions dedicated to national forest. These could easily support many Vedruss type families (refer to the the Ringing Cedars of Russia Documentary Series of Books). And based on certain precepts of life, there would be no better people to ensure the health and husbandry of these lands, within designated settlements.
“In the United States there are 155 National Forests containing almost 190 million acres (297,000 mi²/769 000 km²) of land. These lands comprise 8.5 percent of the total land area of the United States, an area about the size of Texas.”- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_National_Forest
And land may always be found else-where to, other than national forests.
Whats on my mind??? What a funny question…..
The beauty of beauty has done and cracked me. And how could I resist, as you unfurled your eye lashes?
Just don’t stop there, and make me a promise that you’ll swear on. Carry with you the thought and feeling that me now you can depend on!
What a funny question, “Will you leave?”. If I said yes is it something you would believe? And her words said it all, as I sat down to let her stand tall, “I would let you leave freely, so that you wouldn’t see me; catching up behind you.”
What happens to you when a young beauty you knew had her sights set all along?
What happens to you when she looks at you and love tackles, following in suit?
I’ll tell you what to do, and you probably knew, just sing a’lot a’life a’long!
Because how freely of me to dance and sing with a marvelous Goddess so inspiring!
What a funny question, “Will you leave?” If I said yes is it something you would believe? And her words said it all, as I sat down to let her stand tall, “I would let you leave freely, so you wouldn’t see me; catching up behind you.”
Back at home, home alone, she is seemingly to herself. I went out to travel, had to go, a freedom quest was calling my Vedruss soul!
In the dark, trapped at night, trying to dance open Earth channels of might. Daemons prowl to pervert our people’s sounds of love, freedom, and life.
And before I knew, cool celestial fire a’blue was roaring forth all around!
I didn’t have to look, only feel the spacious grove of my heart;
Back at home, here with me by soul, she touches me close and surrounds me from afar!
What a funny question, “Will you leave?” If I said yes is it something you would believe? And her words said it all, as I sat down to let her stand tall, “I would let you leave freely, so you could feel me, right there beside you.”
Will you remember how my radiant conviction made you dance and sing? There was and is a light in the stream, the one that we’d follow when we’d leave our arisen, shady, cool grove home hallowed. To far away places in adventure of lands that could use the fertile warmth of our stars. The ones that would follow the path our feet roamed, and shine out about with charm. Flowers a’sway and fragrances spirited away by the dance, all around a’light, and your good, good senses would let in the beaming touch thrown off by my smile, my eyes, my words, and my thoughts for you tonight.
When the sun carries on, over vast paths across oak and pine tree groves. And sky trusting, showing down it's many comfortable eyes, touching soul. Will you speak? Maybe softly to the world, or in breathing together down alongside your beloved mate.
Draw your water and bring it home, back to the world, back to your soul.
Wrap your child up snug. Walk and enjoy the comfort of evening, eyes peering from where there is forest song. The song of the world raised up in love is therein involved. Mediterranean tundra winds blow. Carries the voice, wrapping up the sun's children in an evening warmth they know.
Feeling you then, and being here with you. Draw your water and bring it home, back to the world, back to your soul.
Within deep night, surrounded by twighlight, dreams peak at the top of what has shown me the words of our times....
The days of yore lashed, traumatized to forgetfulness, suggested to have been, dirty, primitive and mad. Before each one of us a decision to take to heart; Those few individuals who were born not from love. Those with their quicker speed of thought detached, who sought to control the world before, have now set sights on a new shore. Dead, dieing, or having recognized how shattered internally was their unified whole. So hearken and remember! Reach your thought back through the kernel surround of the soul. 10,000 or even 150,000 years of the Earth's movement and stars passing show.
For you, their precious life and memory's stay, your fore-fathers and fore-mothers recognized the function of their lives and the universe's ways. And so with each other and the diverse intelligence of a whole living creation they aspired to know the energy of love, and the birth of a child. They were inspired to co-create into the future a marvelous life right on the spot!
Right now at this time we can all start to build our own Sky Home, a Kin’s Domain: A Garden Paradise. With all of yourself, strive to remember with all of those feelings, the purpose and pristine origins of a life in singing, and of kindred thinking of new life in love, moved by God, but immeasurably greater than any power alone he might hold below or above.
Inspired by my own pristine origins, the future that my diverse feelings together shape, and the wondrous woman who showed to me those words and feelings with which to say. Anastasia and The Ringing Cedars of Russia.
May I find my own Universe Girl, a Marvelous Goddess, along the way.
Have you read The Ringing Cedars of Russia documentary series of books? No or if so…
I am working on a compilation of people's testimonies about their pristine origins. Things like: What is the importance of a space of love and a family domain? Are you interested in remembering your pristine origins? How important is this? Would having a family domain aid in this endeavor? Are you a Vedruss? What memories do you have from the previous Vedic age on Earth? As a pristine way of life today, what are the requirements that must be met for you and your family to thrive on Earth?
Answers to these questions will help greatly in bringing people recognition, and rights to all Vedruss, who are people questing to live their pristine origins and way of life through a family domain.
May good days follow you...
From your hand's palm to the mount of your shoulders, drapes clothing of bright touch from the air of the space around you. Give this to your son and again be young, feet on the ground finding love…
See, there are people walking at the morning's dawn in the dirty streets. A pulse in the air sets ground for a man’s delightful, insightful calling…
“World be heard! Be fragrant Earth, and let your soil blossom as a balanced ray of life. It reflects but one type of closeness in Man's life.”
“So please look out and see hornets in their gleam protecting my home under the nearby majestic Cedar trees. Blossoming of the soil and my light is rising still,
I follow a path of towering spring.”
“Waters run cool and seep deep in-between. On the ridged back of the motherland, we can herald the marvelous dawning of every morning!”
“Pollen surrounds and flowers plume from the ground cover. Rugged is this mountain, and birds soar with laughter.”
“ Sunflowers may dance and sway with Madrone flowers caringly swept away to the forest floor.”
“Is there a divine program for life?” a child asks….
And just like that, a man’s birth will always mean more…
Thought from well over 10,000 years here is trying to implore! With feelings freed to a space in our thoughts, we could take a peak over these verdant horizon crests, as buds of fresh thought. From where have we headed? And on what part, for a marvelous life, what kind of dream could our thoughts and feelings be intended? In Love the truth, may only good days follow you!
With each to express the whole complex of feelings within the soul in their co-creating, they are being known and revealed to the whole. In experiencing this, any who felt to not reflect the perfection of the whole, of a space of Love, could have all of a sudden decided to stop the creative process in mid-creation, and fall into the empty space of the uncompleted image, becoming as if trapped in his own frozen piece of creation.
The mistake that continued to be made during each age of image, the age in Man’s development when he starts to quickly realize the power of collective thought, was in being made to feel as if trapped, “inside-of” the image, leading to feeling alone, yet at the same time being as if still just his own self, which really is a part of the collective-image’s whole. Thus creating the illusion of a separate reality, the energy of the image, being known as his own “life-force”, and so made to feel as if “out-side” of creation, thinking to have already found the central thing of creation. “If this is a perfect whole already, then why create a new thing within myself?”.
That, the direct opposition to feeling made of a perfect whole already, in which the energy of Love and the energy of the dream, and man’s thought is all free to co-creation, able to be reflected across a new group collective image flow, but still reflecting the conjoint creation of the world as before, and at the same time coming to reflect an even more splendid co-creation than what came before.
That age of man’s thinking in which he is co-creating with the Earth harmonious yet intricate living images of his own. That starts in the Vedian age. Thoughts which leap out into harmonious communication with all diverse elements of the universe, shining down to record the movement of man’s thinking across the grand expanses of the earth, and recording the movement of man’s thinking across the marvelous expanses of all creation! Man finds the reflection of his thoughts within the light he shines from the stars hanging overhead. This light is reflected back within the soul. An invisible light reflected, which seeks to inspire within man, the universal, grand, divine energies of Love! This is the age of imagery, and the only power within the all of the universe that has a sufficient speed of thinking to bring all of man’s diverse energies into counter-balance, for acceleration into a divine program of thought, which is his thought as it co-creates with everything even as he is still within himself… Is the grand, divine, universal energy of Love! Here we have a safe haven for you, it is a space of Love for truth, It’s morning light shine down for you, I care not to look more than feel his book, and be taken over from above by visionary truth, of rites of Love! Do you hear a voice, his calling to you? A testament of Love drawn down for you! Here on the earth, our terran world of blue, I saw a dream from above this school. That below a throng of water and dew, our ground will break and give forth the way, to the grand pristine of a new watering view!
(Refer to book 6 of The Ringing Cedars of Russia Series. The Book of kin)
The plan is to first find the people who show the interest in a school of inspired natural learning, and then with those people, find some land where we can live as we breathe. This is where we can show and also unfold the amazing things each of us aspires to learn about.
Another condition of this space should be to help people find, in the end, their own land where they can unfold their own school of inspired living, or simply put, to help people find their soulmates, and to help them in creating their spaces of Love, where they can preserve the energy of their Love together forever, and come the day, to birth happy children of their own.
But it would take some people living on that land, and making a name and some money for ourselves with what we do, to have this vision pull through to its fruition.
A correspondance on facebook between Kody Dufour Tillotson, and Zachariah Howser.
“Sounds like it would take extremely devoted people with enough monetary wealth to complete, a task that is rather complicated as to where devoted people don’t have time for monetary gain, the first problem is in finding people who haven’t been deceived but still possess the power of motivation. It is very hard to be motivated when one actually sees what is happening on this planet.”
Zach, this is my communication with Gabe earlier, “an equal in sinc community, are you living there right now?”
My response, “In my soul and feelings I have been for a long time, but right now I am trying to push the plan forward and secure it for good. For now it is in the caring hands of my parents, but we do owe money on it, which means we are subjected to the money of banks and their system for a little longer.
Once we get people on the land with similar ideas, and an aspiration to do their own good thing, we will be making money, and a good life, up the ying-yang!”
And from earlier, still speaking with Gabe, “Probation is fine my friend. As long as we can get everyone on the same page, even if it means reading a few of the same books together, we will have all of the time and a right to live together, because it will be for life, if you get what I’m saying.”
Zach’s response, “It is very hard in this day for people to have complete faith, evil has filled our minds with doubt and fear, and the only thing that holds us back is the constant bashing of negativity into our brains, people with extreme power basically have mental control over the masses.”
My response, “And so it seems it would take powerful people, to pervert, so to say, the minds of the evil to take part in a beautiful co-creation…
Want to go for a ride today friend? Me and Gabe are going to go and check out that property.”
“I would but I am filling out a shit load of paper work for redhawk right now, I got to get it all done today. By the way, I used you as one of my references.
Its freakin crazy, all I am is a dishwasher there, but they make you fill out all of this shit called a gaming license, and basically it’s as detailed as an fbi investigation, plus I got to sit in front of the shingle springs band of miwok indians committee.”
“Look up my friend, there are living clouds in the sky again. And you know what to, that with those who have the most time on their hands, are able to come up with the most intricate, and inspiring plans…. Even if it is only to get a people, Love…. And a life thereof on their own lands….
Look up the ringing cedars of russia series again dude, I gotta go and pick up Gabe…
HeY1 speak with the elders and people of that indians committee… ask for their wise counsule on this.
They will be suprized and tell you many things you might even like to know.
Peace bro! I gotta go! PEACE! Lol
Hey, can I use all what you have said here as a thinking point for people interested in the group?”
With the great world inside now let’s stroll! And every step of the way has got us in the soul with those free tones. As a spiritual fore-ground is that so? Now gather round! Every last night is set in sights of the thought let roll and let roam,
Geese caught in the sights of lover’s eyes and a night adorned! Yon lover speaks and he carries his soul, called it “You do your thing and it is good so, I’ll do my thing, and bring the whole world into our fold!”
That and my heart is told, baby geese caught in the sights of the Lover’s sweet own home!
So keep put and don’t roll away! Amazing earth as a play ground makes it real every day! Invite the whole world into our fold, we can share a bucka bucka and proceed to take hold!
More valuable to the heart than just pure gold! Just like a lion’s mane, the wind inlays and makes so!
Geese landing from mid-flight, they are back for the summer! Man is in Love and seeing life in the others! Oh we Love! Thank you father!
And all around I feel, that speaking with you in this way, is dreaming of a life in Love that is most real!
Invested are the stars.
A kiss to the light of the world.
She is! Here she comes! Unfurled the flowers, and now blooming the sun!
A Universe girl on the grass.
Spires of seed is Man!
To the wind and beaming sun that girl, that Love turned us!
A vast view of fresh grounds and pastures on earth found for our souls. Then the stars...
A Kin-dom of Man on Earth! Whole worlds of thought given birth!
I am Man and I am mankind, from a star each time do I come as but a dream.
A particle of star is nestling close to the Earth, and that hour of sun dawning, gave birth to joy for yet again another world.
From mama and papa, into a Space of Love! Each one of us and a world of stars took life giving breath.
Space around is astounding! To the Earth co-creating worlds are sent.
Brightness to your thoughts!
First I want to start with a little bit of a background.
Many thousands of years ago, there existed a happy civilization of people. As of that time they still dwelt within the light and grace of their pristine origins. They grasped the whole world with their feelings, and multiplied inside of all of life an inner light. To that light, every single creation of this splendid world did reply, and they strived for it, thrived off of its warming light. The people walked as in a garden paradise, a marvelous Motherland.
These pristine people were able to discern a divine program inherent in Man and creation.
After all, they were aware of an internal presence, of the mind that created them. This was, and still is, our father.
The divine program that they outlined was the same one desired of them by such a loving father, but at the same time required of all the diverse energies of the universe. The ones with which the One Mind arranged the whole order of creation.
The thought behind the energy of the divine dream: “Conjoint creation and joy for all from its contemplation.”
“What can bring joy to all?”
This Man aspired to. Man who is said to be made in the exact likeness of God, also afforded his very own material existence to, and for great cause. Man then contains within himself the opportunity for all three planes of being to be merged into one. And with the living energy of Love given to Man completely, a shared light between him and his father could then be reflected infinitely, and felt to move through-out all folds of existence. When Man inherited the energy of Love, he then on the spot became the most powerful being in the whole universe. All of this is what the vedruss, a pristine people, our foremothers and forefathers, recognized.
As the pre-history of our people goes, there were those of Mankind who could not maintain a balance of all energies together within themselves. They were born without the energy of love. Without a space to guarantee such a thing, they variably allowed one or another energy within themselves to gain supremacy over all others. These mercenary interests were intelligent, and used Man to feed themselves, and to set up systems and conditions in their favor. But still, unbeknownst to the rampant entities of all colors, agendas, and creeds, was that in the soul eternally lies the seed. Like the seed of the apple will bring forth only an apple, and the seed of the pear will bring forth only a pear. So too with but a drop of the purest dew, will a Man's soul come to bare.
Only with the feelings of our soul can we comprehend God. And our thoughts thereof then become knowable and visible to us.
So only with our use of feeling and thought together can we discern and recall the memories of our pristine origins.
There is not a day that goes by when I don’t feel, and try to remember.
The only books in print on the ancient Vedruss civilization, and it’s re-appearance in the modern day: The Ringing Cedars of Russia series.
Advisable to all. Contains valuable information on everything from religion, to spirituality, healthy living, breast feeding, child birthing, child raising, science, technology, cosmology, economy, governance, history, education, peoples rights, and much more besides!
Awaken, on the forest floor, under the sky that she adores.
She looks up, to find more!
There is a sun in the sky and it is shining all the time!
Break through, into noon,
Wet grass running, In the nude!
When she sings, she gives off memories.
There is a power in her mind, and it is blooming all the time.
So she will take the world on it’s own terms! She wants to believe that in return,
The lessons in life are worth more than when they were learned.
So there is good news, beyond that horizon blue!
A gladsome people, and they look like you!
When they speak, they give off memories!
There is a power in their minds, and it is blooming all the time!
So they will take the world on it’s own terms, they do believe that in return, the lessons in life are not alone, hearts beating round an image born! Not from the Earth will Love be torn! Stars on high will take on simple form, an alphabet weaved into the herbs and trees, were we see children sleeping, there where they were born!
At the point in the cross of the road, music is always let go! To carry for us, the sending of the next day! Home at last I feel, oh so caught in the grips of something real. Sunshine over the butterfly, the rivers, and the lake! Grasped as I am by a dream free to take, making a sign of all the past good times and all the ones we will make, oh her name! Standing in line, taking this time to rise. It is picture time and I feel we will be taking with our eyes! Quicker of thought with all the feelings that love brought. Anastasia! Your signs of a simple birth divine, oh yes we will live on! A birth so like you is all the elements can do to speak their truth, oh so it’s true! And if my feelings are true, then I know you will keep them, close to your heart and wielding the dream that spins them! In the space of love we may know them too those elements. And please! For each family their own little piece of Motherland! And in for each marvelous Goddess, a God’s splendid dream unfolding in its sheen, close at hand, eternal and forever after. From the stars have they returned!
A motionless still view, look out and see hornets in their gleam protecting my home under the nearby majestic Cedar trees. Blossoming of the soil and sun is rising still, the sun follows a path of towering spring. Waters run cool and seep deep in-between, on the ridged back of my motherland, I herald the marvelous dawning of every morning. Pollen surrounds and flowers plume from the ground cover. Rugged is a mountain, birds trill with laughter. Sunflowers may dance and sway and Madrone flowers are swept away to the forest floor. A divine program for life, to be sure, and a Man’s birth will always mean more. Facts from over 10,000 years are trying to implore. With your feelings freed to a space in your thoughts, take a peak over that horizon crest, as a bud of fresh thought. They may come to you, the faces of your distant foremothers and forefathers. But before that special moment I want to ask you; Do you dream of God’s grand co-creation? Of sons and daughters to?
I saw a flower turning in space and just knew that there were marvelous ways. So I took a turn over by long days yonder, and planted a seed, on top of the upper most reach. Even in the lonely days, to my soul that place. Know I keep, to below Madrone flowers reach.
May good days follow you…
From your hands palm to the mount of your shoulders drapes clothing of bright touch from the air of the space around you. Give this to your son and again be young, feet on the ground finding love.
See, there are people walking at the morning’s dawn, in the dirty streets. A pulse in the air sets ground for the sun’s delightful insightful calling…
World be heard! Be fragrant Earth! And let your soil blossom as a balanced ray of life, it reflects just one type of closeness in man’s life. And a crown be placed on you, you person! We are your people to… But why do you turn away? You are going somewhere, where to? Is there prospective future for life in the things you do? See, you are now turning away again, but to what? Empty space with an empty life will not give happiness to your thoughts. We hurt. Please, remember the essence of your tender warmth. Take us in hand, and weave us into what is of ever new worth. Unity of family and birth. Please come back, let us work for you. May only good days follow you!
The power of my soul now and always takes hold, here as the inspiration of Man within a plan of most attested hand, the settlement of fore said land with the trans-ability of Man in love attested to free land in rites of love, in co-creation with life, the father, a universe girl, and all of thee above. My arm is helped by love, inspiring my heart the need to our access of love, it as all as here, as the right to all here, and a love in families that will last forever, on above mentioned land, an eternal plan, in perpetuity, that will last forever!
Your stance at a glance; an end to indifference. Is it the wind that your mind now fervently follows? Drawing streams of acrobatic touch out and through your curved womanly tundra, casting the breeze against your skin. Your atmosphere like a deep forest, sun inlayed, sustaining pure image and pure scent.
Bound to bounty, new beauty ever springing forth from your transcending body, brings us to the life in you, dappled sunlight through the leafs like spring forever and the accompaniment of your moods. The music of your soul playing in tune, to the heights of festival, and to the sun's glistening rays come through.
The freedom of your soul gives happy thoughts, happy songs and joy for all of the days. Be a good joy to the world, and take up peace as a glistening ray! Eyes of brightness and dreams afire set order to the chosen day! A face that is ready for anything, and surrounded in infinite grace.
I am gone from liars. I now dream until empty space clings to me, a girls warm glow will ring from me, and the universe is now filled with what vast path recognition is. Oh sweet lovers, I love people, and their stars to. I am about to flip out life feels so loud, but I am super-heated from when the sky receded long enough for me to hear yon lover’s sound. I end now going back into the forest, co-creating a kin’dom of Man for a universe girl. Yon lad, your word be clear and strong. Yon lass, your world be rebirthed time and time to come.
People deserve to know. We have not been in a favorable condition for obtaining or even recognizing a full account of our pristine origins, and thus we have not had access to a full account of our options today. Look, even in an abashedly technocratic society that prides itself on selection of information and media, people have still not found an agreeable thing that can regenerate life from Man. Now the option is here; in a language understandable to the great most many. Man has found himself throughout history aspiring to many things, searching for what bestows upon him a better more perfect feeling from the whole, but with languages based on today’s most common images and feelings, there is little to be said in the way of eternal love or even a prospective future. Vedruss wife, Anastasia, has at her disposal the whole knowledge of the Vedruss people, our pre-pagan forbearers. In a last great effort to allow Man a view of all his options today, Anastasia has succeeded in outlining the marvelous life-giving feelings that were so prevalent in the everyday world of our ancient forbearers. Their aspirations are alive, constantly trying to make contact with us to this day… Read the Ringing Cedars of Russia documentary series of books! Hidden history should be hidden no more!
Me and everything exists as a creative day. Co-creation is inlayed by Man’s soul when he is dreaming within that inspired day. Though when he goes away it means there is no more than a single day, and his life is no longer living but insensed by the wrong take, and his own dream is no longer the one to set the day dream under what seems to be! The day for he and she is how they conceived it!
Nature births the best animals.
Man can instill nature into all things through his thought.
Each animal brings a different quality to the world.
Each animal aspires to be warmed by Man’s gaze.
Man creates with his thought, seeks love and is predisposed to truth through his feelings.
Give to play and to learn a life in love. To understand, to give a compliment, and to embrighten the music of. The heightened moods all take prelude to the simple gesture of, the manna of the soul which are thoughts akin to the brightening of. Can a flower increase the brightening of? Akin to thought focused on the budding of.
Which way will the pattern lay all things springing from one? Will I catch the reflection of all pathways arising for all lead to the sun? The sum of our thoughts have blades of grass weaved into one. And the growing on of a brightening age all space come from a forested Earth our home!
Bees beat to more than steel wings, and I can still see the right of the wind beating light and beating thin. We are full of a start saying ill begin, and still beating are words in the air saying, I’m within. Three times we'll take you to the higher ground and higher plants are found on the ford growing, I’m a star, and their hearts say, "So that is how you listen to the wind on higher plains, and how the yellow mark begins rising to the stand that says this is in, lets play." Take your marks down for the whole day, but don’t let the essence escape. The world will do it for you, so just play with the bugs and the creek, and stay awake till the shade bids you to sleep. Even the deepest pools we meet, and the highest ones are way steep, looking for ground far off that could get me close on to the tracks of my mate.
The clouds say, "we will do it for you." Are they to be ignored? Am I to ignore the heat in this cool high place where love is heard? No abate no curse, so I store the works to get singing on this high cliff heard. And the tracks all around take me to the universe, and mother Earth, our souls are found on the beat of bee wings, to the wind, on ever leading tracks, to the ever-thing that is within.
Rhythmic pooling at nights first sight, is still, is growing. Rhythmic stop from condensation dew drops off your irradiance of mind, cooling. The family from and within, the star lights are glowing. Pooling is still deep, and life from the waters is showing. Oh invisible sun, sun behind the sun, you are in knowing. A girl in the waters. Slowly reveal the time, and mark happy with the sun and hours the dawn of her unfolding!
A sleeping city on the verge of unknowing, Dreams so helpless here are laid to rest.
Trails in the sky leading to sure death, towers linger over watching all who are left.
Voices foreboding, screaming “Why? Is this our final test?”
Silent recoils of violence, they sink back into the darkest depths.
Shouts to an unknowing, silent east, “What is this new fate we have come to meet?”
Souls glide and fly to the appearing horizon. “What is this new thing? It is as us, unknowing, but it runs on past its own limits into the sky, breathing, believing.”
“The light it shine breaks the shackles, it is not afraid, it touches everything!”
“It is like us! My brothers and sisters, we are like it! We too can be free!”
The city stops it’s sleeping, ends it’s own weeping. The trails and towers of death can be left. No point in crying when they are flying to meet the golden sought out nest. “New thing you are beauty, and surly we can not repay.”
“But you are like us and now of us, thus do we have more to say.”
“You will be our son, you who brought us together. You are new, our first born, our first dream to come true.”
“You are our first morning, our first day, our first love rising, new truth.”
“To the great energy behind you will our children aspire with no end. Now, no more words must be said.”
Man Land Image.
Man, when we know who we are, where our conjoint purpose lies, we become in touch with everything! Our thoughts and aspirations merge into one, creating with a dream. We are creators. Man, when we come into contact with natural information and energies, with creation, the land, living things, we start to understand the function of these things together with our feelings, and everything as a whole makes itself clear to our speed and purity of thought. At this point living images are discerned, and thought works quickly, because the purity and content of information is so vast! How everything, even seemingly unrelated things, are completely related! We create thoughts that come to live with us, and ones that take on greater lives than they are alone extend out and caress everything, Like a conjoint awareness of the universe, between people, plants, animals, all things!
Many of the best Images and "letters" that make up these connections, have been found and spoken in our more modern, "modified" language by a Siberian woman named Anastasia!
She is an actual woman with extraordinary abilities who lives in the Siberian Taiga forest. Through Vladimir Megre, a Russian entrepreneur she met, and now her husband with two children, she was able to get herself and her images out to people through these books, the Ringing Cedars of Russia series, and how her real life images of the past and future are calling people back to their pristine origins, of who Man is, how essential to our lives is a motherland one can feel love with, and how it all weaves together when one strives, with their thoughts, to create a space of love or a kin’s domain, for their family.
With a knowledge of how to fully utilize our ability of creative thought, as Anastasia shows in her books in many ways, we can have the Man, Land, and Image of perfection in our lives, why? Because we will feel it and understand with our feelings, and many people will come to life for the first time.
"In the book you are going to write there will be unobtrusive combinations, formulations made up of letters, and they will arouse in the majority of people good and radiant feelings. These feelings are capable of overcoming ailments of body and soul, and will facilitate the birth of a new awareness inherent in people of the future. Believe me, Vladimir, this is not mysticism - it is in accord with the laws of the Universe."
In a time of all sorts of self-imposed dangers to our world, a tactful plan of action has been thought up by this woman, for us to save our planet.
Reconnected to the past and creating our future!
Tree long the sky wise, carries his home, everywhere he goes! And all of his children, carry their own! So he taught them; of love and dreams! How to be free! So Tree long the sky wise, has many homes, where his children plant seeds that grow! Welcome to Earth, and hast wisdom breed with love, that is in the soul!
“It would be great to start collectively thinking and talking about a political party focused on the energy of love, birth and kin’s domains. Here is also, though not nearly as quick of mind or full an expression as Anastasia's, an account of co-creation.
I have actually experienced this in vision while coming into contact with the birth spot, the particle within, and gave me added inspiration and spaces to fill in when I found out about Anastasia's story of co-creation, which also inspired how I finnished the story. The begining is but a small piece of the story that I maybe picked up from my own birth, Anastasia recounts this living creation story in perfection. We should get a full account of Anastasia's co-creation story out to people, and also the vedruss wedding rite! Both my story of co-creation I feel, and especially Anastasia's, point out the interconnectedness of how man's space of love interacts with him, and how Earth and Man's dreaming come into harmony and work together as one. Both have psychological implications and are also related to the vedruss marriage ceremony. Intuitively showing Man's purpose through his communication with creation.”
A time long ago, before there was visible matter to reflect the light of the universe. Before the stars of the firmament lit up space around. There existed a seemingly endless depth of night, no interaction or sight, but full of movement. Living elements of motion existed in the dark. They danced for themselves, seemingly alone in the world of that space.
Then all of a sudden, from a distance, one of the elements of motion started to lightly and ever-so gently touch the rest…
A child awakening as if for the first time, he cast about his inner gaze all around and was touched with awe and hushed feeling by what he found: An immersive, chasm full of life; an immense open space full of sound and movement as if to romance the soul within, as if for him alone.
A lightly and ever-so gently glowing light was trickling down from the heights, to the center of stillness where this newly awakened element of motion could be found. That light barely illumined the forms of those moving elements of motion, dancing in accord with each other through those vast distances. In the glow of this light he, the awoken element, could hear and feel the world full of movements change from soft symphony, to lullaby, then to a gladsome tune. He pondered through his state of awe why it seemed none of the other elements were with seeing or hearing.
“They are still as if alone, not moving or speaking with each other, but here they are moving making a type of sound all-together that carries with it a clear image.”
“As if from one alone, to me.”
Then again he took notice of the light. A strange feeling started to dawn within him. A new image was quickly making way from within.
Moving inward to occupy the space inside, the awoken element opened himself to the dawning of that strange new feeling, and he started to dream for the first time…
A depth of space was known, contracted in it’s darkness, not as before when he awoke into the world above. But low and behold far, far down below him there was something immanent. Something brilliant and gleaming, emanating a sense of tender care and feeling. So here far below him in space was a wee little kernel. A wee tiny little particle. And it danced all together on the surface with hues and colors that pleased, amazed, and lived. Sounds of laughter and kinship, life enjoying together and creating together could be heard falling off from this astounding, ever more immersive world below. A new word resembling music was whispered into the awoken element’s soul. Ma-ter…….. Ma-ter……. Mother… From this wee little particle of a world below emanated such warmth, an invisible life giving grace. It gave him a new unfathomable energy inspiring him from all around, at a distance, but within his own space. And he knew: “Never will I be permitted in my entirety as a whole in this world below. I would burn the order of it’s beauty and it’s life with my own light from above. Forever from a distance would I be fated to gaze upon the surface of it’s brilliance in bloom and in bud. But I feel! It’s conjoint light, though invisible, is with me here!”
“Her name is Love. Oh how marvelous is her energy here above! She surrounds me, and I am in her! Oh Mater, it is clear; Below and beyond is your world still, but you have given me your ascending life. With your Love I will go into that world above and bring your energy, joy and birth to all. Conjoint creation and joy for all from it’s contemplation!”
With the energy of Love now to inspire new, soaring aspirations, the divinely awoken element stole away his sight and thought from the world of Mater’s particle below. He now held the knowing within that to give birth to his most gladsome dream, the divinely awoken element must hold within the center of himself the balance of three worlds completely, proving The Energy of Love to be true as a Co-consciousness.
All elements of motion in the newly illumined light of the world above sought to gain ascendancy amidst new visible motions of sight. The divinely awoken being, laying strength in his dream, drew up confidence like a brilliant flaming sword. The Energy of Love became apparent as to it’s existence within the world above; a totally independent element. Never being alone in his dream, the divinely awoken element continued apace in a strongly familiar space.
“For each whom follows the ways shown here-in, let them be vedded the opportunity of Co-creation with my dream, through the Co-consciousness of my son, Man”
And there loomed in sight a world in the exact likeness of the divinely awoken element’s dream. Then there with the world of Earth stood His son, Man. Inherent to Earth and the dream, and held in greater correlation to it than all else. As an exact likeness to the divinely awoken element, Man was given everything from his father’s world, culminating in his inner immersion with the particle world of Earth Mater below. Then re-born was all of this as it first came apparent in love, from the appearance from above; of a Universe girl.
“All of you diverse elements of movement above, hear me. His is the operation of my dream, when my son’s inner world of love merges with the light of Earth Mater’s Particle; The Energy of Love runs forth from his vedded light inciting motions surrounding all of your motions. Know they are callings to a new birth. Allow yourselves to be evaluated and prepared as to your astounding co-creational worth. “
And so the divinely awoken element’s thought of Co-creation had given manifestation to a brilliant Co-consciousness. Through the free birth of his dream in his most beloved son and daughter, all of creation started making way, whether quickly or slowly, to the birth of a new divine civilization.
Part of Anastasia's account is in the link below, which I would like to say is the real thing, which is understood once you feel it from reading it, even better when reading from the book itself. I indulged in a bit of fantisy while writing mine, but the begining of my writing above did indeed stem from an experience I had coming into contact with my own soul, and the God particle within:
I am Kody from California, I think I am part Ramani, and then I am also Vedruss.
I read a chronicle of books that has changed the entire future of our world, and is claiming ground fast. The Ringing Cedars of Russia. Written by Vladimir Megre, for Anastasia.
Anastasia, full Russian Vedruss who has maintained a harmonious life amongst her untouched ancestral lands, is original pristine Man. Vedruss, as described by these long forgotten people through Anastasia, are the original Proto-Indo-European aboriginal people. That includes Ramani. Anastasia says that she is aiding in the remembering process for the transition from occult, technocratic Man of this ending age, to the re-appearance of our pristine origins, the original consciousness, Man who's feeling is coherent and inseparable from the truth inherent in life alone. She says we can now reincarnate, even in this life-time, as Man who's feeling is coherent, and inseparable from Earth, and then more. I too am Vedruss man, but part Ramani stock. The full complex of thoughts and feelings that have been passed down through my fore-bearer's soul has recently been reinstated in me through my old damaged DNA, induced by participation in the current Earth-soul of the new day. I will speak lightly of my life, and then of our people, so that those of you who are kindred Ramani might catch a glimmer of recognition from my story. Every single one of us can feel and understand our pristine origins directly when we cast our memory back as far as we can, with our thought and feelings intact. Only with our complex of feelings can we understand what has been passed down to us, and who we are now.
I am born to a large family, both sides might have part Ramani. This they did not, and still do not know. My mother's side is large, but made to be seemingly small. Close to heart we take each other, but distanced by our completely different rhythms of thought. So small groups of us would intuitively converge together and be. Even so, we would meet on a thin ray of thought that tried to reach out for anything that might even superficially be granted as common ground. It felt as if we were meeting as familiar strangers, and so the recognization in us always took form as cordial politeness, primarily marked by an intuitive quietness. We could always feel each other. My father's side was small, and not much family existed that we knew of outside our tight-knit circle. It is this side that my immediate family (Mother, Father, and Sister) and I have lived with our whole lives. This family always seemed so big. We have always been obligated to share in the same well-understood relationships, feelings and stories that made up our family history, but never with any extended meaning or purpose. So our thoughts would converge as sharing, touching personalities that never changed or grew into any over-all direction. Our life was very involved and lively, but internally infertile.
My parents met when they were both 17. They are still lovingly together at the age of 44. They left college to travel the U.S. together in an old voltzwagon van (and they aren't even hippies!). They think I was conceived in Texas... or possibly Arizona. I have moved about 25 or so times, and both sides of my family like to travel. My mother's side travels alone-ish, but keeping a place to always come back together. My Father's side has the most insatiable wanderlust together and individually, and they always keep multiple places to remember to travel too. I remember that only when they went out abroad did they ever change in any great way. My mother's side would change and grow on to each other the longer they were around in one spot.
I will always remember... I remember the thrilling excitement of what may be found around the next corner of the mountain, and then the chilling loss of what that place may come to yield, to grow into while I myself am gone aimlessly floating on... And then I remember our people. During our pristine origins, we all had a motherland, what today is Turkey and the northern parts of India. All around there, to the north, to the east, to the south, to the west, and even further in between... We held a sublime relationship with the soul of the world. Our people in those days elated in the diversity, yet maturity of all things. We would carve out entire spaces of presence with the touch of our feet, to precipitate family-unity centers, paths and their memories.
The greater diversity we introduced to our world-stories, the greater would flower the inspired co-conscious traditions we were born from at home, and the ones that we established out abroad. With co-conscious traditions, the younger they were, the more distanced were the parties involved, with great joy and emphasis being placed on how to interact in memorable ways from a distance. The more matured the co-conscious tradition, the closer to actually merged consciousness was there to birth a whole new world-story with two simultaneous roles at once. The greatest part about this was the sense of touch, as the two people's feelings and sensations were merged as a powerful, diverse, single one in greater flowering maturity.
The "co" in the co-conscious traditions of our soul started with one's parent's dawning new world-story for us to build upon for ourselves, then the Earth and her world-story, which is inherent in us, passed down from our parents for raising us on her role in all other world-stories, then a mate's world-story to build upon, then a plot of land and it's world-story to build upon, almost always for a child. This was the relationship between us and the universe, and our men and women. Our great love for the world-story inside one woman to be found, and it's flowering maturation and drawing out of co-conscious tradition was our communication with her soul. This is also what pleased the father spirit, or God. God is the energy of inspired co-conscious tradition and joy for all from it's maturation. He is the foundation of story and thought, being able to balance all isolated stories of all the diverse universal energies as co-conscious traditions inside of himself. We are made of his world-story, we are his children, and the universal energy of inspired love is what rebirths us. Love IS God's rebirthing world-story, over and over again with his children in love brought closer to him through love's diverse flowering maturity.
From there we would adorn ourselves as path-layers of these world-stories. Bringing our world-story abroad in order to bring back other stories and there resulting traditions home. While our beloved land, being of the Earth, was slow to mature through the world-story we would plant in her to grow, we had her memory in our feet and a mind that opened to the stars. The further we would travel to touch, see, hear, smell, or other-wise experience things that corresponded to the world-story of our land back home, the energy from those experiences would be recorded as co-conscious traditions, and reflected from our thoughts over head by the stars, back to our land to be matured ever quicker, with ever more diversity in a single flowering once again.
Then came the time of a different age. Many cultures around us started to degrade, away from God's divine program. People outside of our culture seemed to be weaving traditions, but without a conscious awareness of their own world-souls. Thus was love and the creator left out of their own positions in the stories as co-. And the Earth and the family where misrepresented in kind. Maybe it was a virus, or stray story infecting the integrity of those born without love. Love, the complete world-story. World-story was confused for tradition, which is only the reflection of world-story, so can not sustain a unified, maturing whole on it's own. Traditions as stories were then used to try and intercept and block peoples pure thought. We recognized this. Some of us stayed home to uphold our own world-story, and to out-wit the slowly invading traditional consciousness. The rest of us went out into the world to find the lands and cultures that would help us develop co-conscious traditions to herald in a solutionatory, maturing world-story. As was our custom, we developed languages and other co-conscious traditions with the new people slowly. But as ground was lost back at home, there was a new sense of urgency. Eventually came the time when our motherland was over-run. Some of us managed to escape while many where killed or enslaved. Those of us out amongst the quickly changing world knew, and even prepared before hand. Many family paths and lands were marked and our people continued, far beyond the degradation of other states, to find a solution. We were particularly apt at keeping wit, the creative thought of world-story, and the power of family alive. We have been attacked by forces dark, that prevailed over Man's thought for many thousand's of years. Eventually almost all of us gave into the dank fear holding sway over story and the patiently listening ear. Very small groups of us stayed semi-awake, never allowing the path beneath our feet to give-way. Now I have heard that most, if not all of them are gone...
...Because in these times there is an entire reawakening civilization of our's, with cultures like the Ramani, bearing exceptionally witty and soul-gritty endronos and endronas ready to bring back motherlands, and their extended path's too beauty.
Please contact me, for I am not ashamed or embarrassed to be speaking of my deepest experiences so freely. I am excited! Now is the time for mass thinking and dreaming,... Together.... To be ignited! And please ask about, or read the Ringing Cedars of Russia series. It is imperative to these times. It is a direct gift to each and every one of you.
To you endronos, Zahar eimbro. (Our feeling is the same, so I see you from far away)
And you bountiful, beautiful endronas, Eimbro zahara. (I feel you from afar, and so will know where to start!),
Deepest Gratitude Kody.. these words are all so pure beautiful and comforting and from beyond the beyond......
I welcome them into my heart... love Billa
Thank you Billa. It would be great to start collectivly thinking and talking about a political party focused on the energy of love, birth and kins domains. Here is also, though not nearly as quick of mind or full an expression as Anastasia's, an account of co-creation.
I have actually experienced this in vision while coming into contact with the particle within, and gave me added inspiration and spaces to fill in when I found out about Anastasia's story of co-creation. This is but a small peice of the story that I maybe picked up from my own birth, Anastasia recounts it in perfection. We should get a full account of Anastasia's co-creation story on the website, and also the wedding rite! Both mine I feel, and especially Anastasia's, point out the interconnectedness of how man's space of love interracts with him, and how Earth and Man's dreaming come into harmony and work together as one. Both have psychologcal implications and are also related to the vedruss mairage ceramony. Intuitivly showing Man's purpose through his communication with creation.
And so the divinely awoken element’s thought of Co-creation had given manifestation to a brilliant Co-consciousness. Through the free birth of his dream in his most beloved son and daughter, all of creation started making way, whether quickly or slowly, to the birth of a new divine civilization.
Part of Anastasia's account:
please write to Bruce Perlowin and tell him your intentions for political influence.. I am a firm believer in supporting the purity and genious of those younger than me and so is he.. please contact him he has similar intentions.. I will read your thoughts more thoroughly later and get back to you Kody.. its extremely hot here and not good to be on a computer right now.. blessings.. xox
Ba ba ba, better, I have something clever, and a little rain drop came down to touch your face. I never new it could be so much grace, but to taste everything in the universe, and maybe we will see everything that was meant to be, the world in water and light. Could it be a fight? Stealing images never felt too right, but to carry us on to the next place, we will find a garden and in that place live by our hearts and our hands, motherland eternity will like our demands, or silent questions, because we have done her right, and the night will be yours. Neighbors galore, they will have their own lands, this time they are happy, their children in their hands. Could you believe it, a world like ours, images stolen away, but now we are back in her arms. The energy of love, to weave a space, and I saw infinite grace in the world of water and light coming from your heart. I like it, it is of ours, and when the light we shine kisses the stars, I will wing there, wind in our arms, in our flight, I see the land is no more in harm. Bones hold up the land, in eternity, love the man, because we come back here of our own dream, and seam with our souls everything we need. I love! And hope everything will grow and be. Let us train everything!