Writings :: The Letter Series :: Ascension Discourse on Love Pt XXlV :: The Empathy Series. Mastery of The Two Worlds lV. Amera Ziganii Rao

Angel of Mine lll Pt lV (Artwork)  

Writings :: The Letter Series :: Ascension Discourse on Love Pt XXlV :: The Empathy Series. Mastery of The Two Worlds lV. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Dream Recall, Continued. Amera Ziganii Rao 

(Second draft) 

So, rage. Let us put aside the issues I know you are simmering with right now. Let’s not look at the obvious. You know the deal, you know the things that are civilised to change, let’s just say, and let’s focus on the much bigger picture. Our salvation. Your salvation. Everybody’s salvation. 

So, let’s just say the word that pisses you off. The politics part of the sex and politics. You also fear the ‘bright lights syndrome’. My ‘bright lights syndrome’. I am going to live on a horse whispering, ex pat, overheated homestead, ranch, estate, house on the hill, or farm, with or without you. I am working for that, with or without you. That brutal approach should show you that my dream is real. I am most certainly already out of the rat race. I just live in it. My Exodus is imminent and I hope and pray that you are the reason for that. I am not playing. I am done with the west. I am done with the city. That should suffice. My dream is yours, my dream is the same. It is what we use that base for that we clash with currently and why you are doomed to lose in this battle. Know that from the start and feel good about resenting all you can, right now. You are allowed. 

So. This is not just about misogyny and selfishness anymore, even though essentially, it’s always about that. This is about karma, the history of your lives on earth and about your own life issues on earth. Get excited. They are about to either transform or topple. They are about to topple, because we are now in pure empathy land. The nemesis of all your lifetimes is right now. You and your old wants. It’s about who you are and who you were and who you are to become. 

We have talked of the caricatures that work for us in examining the ego and the soul. Within those caricatures, archetypye is crossed and so is gender most definitely and so is experience and so is everything. The individual caricatures were to get us started and for us to focus on the sociological and political aspects of it, as opposed to the generic experience of existence. Being born. 

Dracula, Morgana, The Ugly Stepsister and Ugy Stepmother and Saroman. Dracula and The Ugly Stepsister are the Mars archetype and the ‘Executioner’ type and the Dominant, sexually, male or female. Morgana and Saroman the Venus archetype, the ‘Victim’ or ‘Vulnerable’ archetype and the submissive, sexually, female or male. In the most symbolic sense of course but you get my drift. 

Even within gender and archetype though, those things are interchangeable just to record that now. In same sex sex, the Venus archetype woman is often being asked to be the dominant. In same sex sex with the male gender, the Mars archetype is very often not the dominant and so on. That might be the norm. I can only be an observer and I’d like to expand that information in the future. But let’s just say that the evolved state of human, some would say, that the general acknowledgement is that we are bisexual by sexuality as a natural way of being and that our soul choice of whether to be hetereosexual, homosexual, or bisexual is arbitrary. Well, specifically instructed arbitrary but it could have landed anywhere. 

We are the all and the all is us. 

In other words, the advanced state is to be truly androgenous and not the version bandied around today. It’s not about being only a poetically skinny man, it’s not about being only a muscle building woman. I was completely put off pop queen icon, Madonna for instance, when she attacked the legendary actress Marilyn Monroe for her shape and size. Madonna was reported to have said that she would have killed herself ‘if she was that fat’. The hatred of female flesh is one reason why I love you and why I love men. You have the humanity and devotion to true female beauty that is unheard of on this planet today, if you were to open any annals of fashion power. And the more primal you are, the more you love the ancient shape, let’s just call it. The voluptuous woman.  The woman who is the most endangered species on this soulless planet and the reason I adore men. We all make mistakes but that comment from a very good looking woman, both in her youthful fleshiness and her more mature iron lady lean muscle, did not impress me. Be muscle if you want. Good for you and it is easy to understand, on many levels, but don’t diss the whole fucking female species for it. Why is it always important to put another type down, in order to feel superior. I think poetically skinny is beautiful. I think voluptuous is beautiful too. Does that make me odd? Unfortunately, it makes me on of ‘those’. A humanitarian. Different. Is it jealousy or is it fear? Whether it is Marilyn Monroe, or Kate Winslet who received such a cerebral society violence of reaction about her completely gorgeous and lean and shapely shape, or me who has been voluptuous lean and shapely my whole life and who then drove the whole world bezerk because I got very big when I was the most ill. And then, when I lost all the weight and more, I had people jumping in front of me hysterically, to congratulate me. The whole world is mad. And all the while, the men love me. It doesn’t seem to matter how big or small you are. If you have the wrong shape, if you have something called  body soul, let’s just say, especially in these days of real obesity and real food problems and real junk food fleshiness from what I now know is pure sugar and false carbohydrate, that effectively causes diabetes – synthetic sugar and synthetic carbohydrates – being non bone is a fucking crime. It’s disgusting as is all ‘polite society’ bullshit. And it takes a huge amount of force and self love, to get through that. Then there is the issue of jealousy. The jealousy of curves witout the courage to carry them? Perhaps. I am not surprised and after years of taking the abuse, I stand in myself, in miracle. Self love, defeats armies. People do make mistakes and maybe Madonna has changed her mind by now. Whatever it is, comments like that, views like that – which equally come from the female so called intelligentsia, of any country, anywhere, across the world, especially the more urban, wealthy or sophisticated kind, the idea that if you have curves and if you wear lipstick, and if you then actively transgress in the worst way, by actually drawing attention to the fact that you look like a (Nymph) woman, you are deliberately inviting the bimbo life - views like that take female power of sensuality and truth back hundreds of years. The argument is valid and understandable when we return to the context, in which I am referring to it. Androgyny.   

Because of course, a woman who ‘wants it all’, is inviting trouble, because she is forcing her female truth of sexuality and sensuality down everyone’s throats in this cerebral, dry, tied up womb manner, and she is also inviting trouble because she is asking the apparent impossible. To be treated as a non sexual being, who has a mind, to match any alpha male, and even, shock horror, the real horror, transcend it to not only intellectual levels, but also perspective, also mystical and also through the real ‘artistic’ suffering of production, from years of loneliness and suffering and experiencing the cruelty of human beings, because that is who they are. 

And if I am meandering, I am meandering, but it is also the same for male and certainly, The Warrior Class male of the Mars archetype. “Down with Eros, up with Mars!”, is a line from William Wyler’s Ben Hur by the way. Charming. To ‘serve Rome’ is to have muscle. To be happy is to be both muscle and flab, if you like. Emotionally and symbolically for usual world visualisation. A muscular man is always trying to show he is sensitive too. He is misunderstood. A voluptuous woman is always trying to show her mind. It’s misunderstood. Everyone talks about classifications and assumptions and we all can make them all day, all night. But is it us making those assumptions? No, and the two types that we are, communicate at best, primally and completely. It is the outside sheit that destroys it dead. Adrogyny, through self love and the certainty of who one is, is the goal. The only goal. The making whole. 

So, becoming whole. Here I wanted to bring in rage.Muting rage is not tempering it in any way. I said your journey involved tempering rage while mine was healthy and loud now. That was inaccurate, even though, the concept of tempering is obviously essential for the Mars man. Rage is a very complex thing. Just had a short session with two women of your archetype, women who I have been getting on increasingly well with. They reminded me as we discussed, that rage has to be allowed across the board. I was glad. I remembered it as I was listening to them speak. I also remembered that there is something we are all made to feel embarrassed and self conscious about very fast in life. Passion. Passion is the other side of rage and as usual, instead of our society, teaching us how to jump into rage and passion and therefore have the time and skill base to master them properly, and with REVERENCE and sacred respect, we are taught to be embarrassed and ASHAMED of them. Any feeling is to be shameful. Any emotion is to be controlled with a will or iron. The same crowbar we use to control it in anyone else. 

Rage for you is to be tempered, but never muted. Rage for me had to be allowed and then tempered. My archetype does develop – especially the men to their Mars sons – an extreme judgment about passion, emotion and shouting, simply because we are more ethereal and more Nymph like. We are also made to be like that and never allowed to be our own Mars selves. The men in particular teach their sons to be ashamed and afraid of their passion and rage. Undestandable in this stupid society. My father taught me one thing about fear. To look it in the face like a dog. Well, that is true. But at what cost? 17 years of illness maybe, so far.  And then of course, is the constant pressure to be pretty and therefore not passionate, rage ridden, angry, intelligent, or someone who rocks the boats, or indeed, who ‘talks politics with the men’ after dinner. We are all suffocated. Suffocated in one instant and then forced into rage and violence in the next. With no training, no love, no encouragement or guidance in between.

We all live in a reason led world of death, where women are silenced into suffocated rage and men are beaten and encouraged into hate rage. Rage is different for you than me. Not now. My years of opening that door are largely over. Rage is to be, however, a short lived, proper, wailing, outburst of pain. In all being taught to suppress true rage, if you like, the world of men has ensured one thing. Suppressed rage is cruelty. Rage may be one particular phase of life too, the healing, the inward looking, to heal all the wounds of life and lives on earth. And rage is always transient and necessary and allowed in life. It has taken me a very long time to learn that and only with spiritual and emotional healers. One healer told me, in my most timid state, because male or female, female or male, that is what we are talking about – THE TIMIDITY – that is was much better for a huge heart like mine, to just get it all out. To not care if it was too much, or too much in the moment. It was allowed. That permission being finally granted to me in my fourtieth or so year was the fundamental transformation of my life. We all need permission. We are all allowed to feel. To feel pain and to express pain. We are not allowed to act from that place, so that it harms other people. That is the key difference and the skill of alchemy and the ability to know the difference. “Don’t think you know”, says Morpheus in The Wachowski Brothers’ The Matrix, “know”. 

This country, England in particular, my nemesis – I have lived in a city that is nowhere near my first choice for 30 years, I realised today – England, my nemesis country from now on, as it will be known, apparently doesn’t do rage. It most certainly does cruelty. It also doesn’t. Like most countries in the world, there are many redeeming features. There is a balance in this country, there is a kindness of state in this country, there is a method and ethos of fair play and kindness and an attempt at kindness in this country. But the cruelty, like everywhere on earth, is present and in this country, in the northern hemisphere perfection that it is, it is cold. Cold and of course, the most renowned part of it, it is REASONABLE. Cold, reason led cruelty. It is also, debatably, the seat of reptilian evil on this planet. I saw two reptilian archetypes today, for instance. Reptile or reptile indoctrinated, it is a people who will kill, as long as it is done reasonably and politely and what they call, with intelligence. That is not intelligence. That is a cold, logical death of soul. They do it well. We can only try and it is our heart, our passion and our RAGE that saves us. Our HUMANITY of rage, however, and of course, in misogyny it is the worst, cruel and over passionate and over violent it can be. It is the humanity of the passion that saves us. 

So, rage has to be examined, before it is controlled. Perhaps as a generic in each moment. Feel the fear and do it anyway, says Susan Jeffers. It is not only about feeling the fear, it is also, about very much, feeling the rage and then doing it anyway. You handle rage by transcending it. You do not try and go around it and you do not, by any means, try not to feel it. And let’s remember another generic here. The rage of a Mars human, male or female, is the over rage of fear of not being able to express rage in the first place. !! It is a panic of over rage, as opposed to genuine need to express. 

Not only is rage a very essential thing to feel and express at the moment in time it is needed, but so is opinion. Again, something that the Mars archetype is surprisingly unable to do. Too much blag and not enough backbone is one way of putting it. Relying on external power, because there has been no access to inner power, for a number of reasons, namely, that the parenting wasn’t there because the sisters or mothers like me, have been killed off into silence. The women (and men) with the wisdom don’t speak and the others are running around in chaotic and fascistic control. 

The ‘bleak magic’ of life. Control, control, control and control, effecting more control and the dynamic, only of fascism and victim. Or freedom fighter and fascist or broken fascist and freedom fighter, freed. 

Bleak magic, as opposed to black magic, is also an evil look, a judgmental face, a face of disapproval, a harsh statement, a mockery, this is all bleak magic. All to keep us afraid and all making sure we do not do one essential, above everything else, important, thing. Be intimate. Everythign is to stop us being intimate and truly connecting with other human beings. Even the ones we want to connect with. Especially the ones we want to connect with. Evil. All suppression that is taught, is to keep us controlled, sick and resentful and hopefully, as cruel as possible. That is the agenda of a world that has stripped it of all real mothering. 

So feel the rage, don’t suppress it. The anger of the anger of your rage is actually about the anxiety that you will not be allowed to express. You shout louder as archetype, while mine goes quiet. Being quiet did not serve me. That is why I am healthy now. Shouting THAT loud does not serve you in any way. Shouting at all, most certainly does. 

So that’s rage. Now, the word politics. 

If Dracula is the anti hero we are dealing with right now, if Morgana is the anti hero to match him, then what are their angel conunterparts? What is it that you want to evolve into and what I wanted to evolve into and how do those cross over into one? 

Morgana in healing, in grace, in super enlightenment, is Merlin. Dracula, in healing, in grace, in super enlightenment, is – to refer to the film of our time once again as I will forever I feel – Maximus. A healed Dracula is Maximus. 

And how would I know that? Exactly. I am always making that journey, alongside the journey from Morgana to Merlin. But first enlightenment was most definitely and utterly about becoming Maximus. The enlightenment level we have both entered, at our different levels, (same portals to consciousness whatever we yield from it) has been about Dracula to Maximus once again. 

Now, what does that mean? Your issue with me working, with me being a hunter too, with me being a fiscal hunter too, with me being political, with me being a revolutionary, with me taking the Temple out into society again, of being the spiritual hunter alongside the spiritual siren, is about you and Dracula and Maximus. 

I know you believe in your financial playboy greatness that you have retired for life and are living the dream and that all you need is to have me fill it with you, and believe me, on that level, so do I, but you are forgetting one thing, my lovely, beautiful, capable, magical man, as we are in The Warrior Class. Not even you are here for an holiday. 

Really. You are not. Now, I would have said that this is your battle and not some Bluebeard fantasy just for the hell of it. You have moved past all that now and are kicking out the lessons of your forefathers, with joy now actually, as you see what richness of being it takes you, every time you have to shed more and more layers. You like it. This is not about me. This is about you. This is about Dracula, Healthcliffe and Maximus. And this, I know extraordinarily well, as I live it every day. That shift, that constant shift into grace, that constant shift from all that is not just empty selfishness but real, honest to ‘God’, desire for freedom. 

Freedom on earth is not possible. And it is not possible because there is too much to do. Now, you are not ready for that piece of information. I had to get ready for it first, to recruit you. When I look at the prophecies, the visions and the dreams and the Clair Cognisance, I see you being recruited to join the fight now. The love is there, even with the resentment at the spiritual mother and the crone. It is not about the love. It is about that word that fills us with dread, anger and hate. Duty. 

Dracula is not about duty anymore. Dracula was totally about duty. It is said, by the way, in my research so far, that Bram Stoker, through to Mary Shelley through to many others, were of reptilian blood. Well, debatably, so are we all, who are part of the Intelligentsia. Especially, debatably, all of us who are more light skinned. I reckon, even now, that The Caucusus Mountains may even be the real Olympia of reptilian folklore. We are all from there. Alexander the Great is part of the heritage of my lot. You and even more, debatably, look ancient Greek. We look many things. Many of us do, light or dark skinned. We have lived before and we have lived in the places that Doreen Virtue talks of, where the old ways of magic have been relentlessly wiped out of existence. Namely, me and all women like me. Men like me too, the healed Saromans and of course, you. We are the rebels from hell, for the evil of the powers that be. We are the broken wizards. We are ALL part reptile and the more consciousness we attain, the more we wipe it out of us. Both the mindset and certainly also, the spiritual physical DNA of our beings. I am watching my body as you know, transform in alchemical transformation, the more I become Merlin and leave behind Morgana. I am ascending PHYSICALLY. 

On another note, when you look at glamour and how we all evolve more into ourselves, the more we know ourselves, even on a non professional level (unconscious) of alchemy, we are all doing that as a matter of course. Growing up, done properly, is alchemy. 

Dracula. I examined every single part of it for myself. The rage is generic. Dracula is a devoted slave soldier to the powers that be. Very much like Maximus (Ridley Scott’s Gladiator) he serves ‘Rome’. He fights for king and country, ie himself and his people and he makes all the sacrifices in the world, because he has that one certainty. His love and his family. Her. Me. You. For you, I am Dracula’s love, for me, you are Dracula’s love. So, like Maximus, he has already given his all. Finally, finally, he has fought the last battle for Caesar, given his life into service and is now waiting for his well deserved freedom and reward. Going home. 

Maximus’s journey is then the terrible truth that he is not ‘going home’ until he dies. His wife and son are massacred by the evil Commodus, the potential sister rapist that he is, and Maximus is propelled onto a new path of redemption and saving the world. Just ‘the one more thing’ Caesar asks him before he is able to go home. 

Dracula does go home. Only to find out that Elizabethe has committed suicide, specifically as the enemy has made sure she thinks he is dead. His Achilles heel. His greatest vulnerability. His own special thing out of everything else in life. The love of his life. Gone. 

Even if the usual path to going from conditional, ego love to unconditional soul love is examined in isolation, the picture is the same. We fall in love, and I am not even talking about the level of love we entered almost 7 years ago, we as a normal rule, fall in love and then have to battle with ourselves to ground ourselves because like ‘Meet Joe Black’, there is unreal love and there is real love and the mastery of that itself is a massive, unknown, untaught skill in life. That is love, in isolation. What about love, out of isolation? What about love, integrated back into society, into your life, into your actual family life, into life? It is all part of the same symbolism and reality. It is all about Dracula to Maximus and the Morgana into Merlin too, micro or macro. 

Love versus power. Power versus love. Compassion and passion. Duty and honour and having something for oneself. 

In my recent Maximus re-breakthrough, I have been focusing on that word. Duty. When you have been an outsider and Morgana made Priest who is not allowed near any form of recognition or influence, when you are prevented from serving from who you really are, you become a Morgana per se. When you take your spiritual gifts of intuition, integrity, defending the meek, humanitarianism, primal instinct and rage and passion and kindness and sensitivity and you have nowhere to put them, there is one result. Hedonism and bitterness and anger. 

Hedonism, bitterness and rage, all propelled from terror of life, are the roots of what is called dependency. Dependency on love. Dependency on relationships. Dependency on friends. Dependency on family. Dependency on children. Dependency on staying at home. Avoidance, and the inability to live and be therefore present in each moment, but stuck with a mask of terror on, projected as violence and jugdgment and rage. All, from the understandable and completely acceptable truth of avoidance. Courage is grown. Courage is not taught to us as if it is grown. Courage is taught to us as if it is either present naturally or not, just like all skill, all talent and all…..courage. 

You know, the usual ‘genius is if you do it from the beginning’, ‘oh, you don’t think you can do that, can you, oh, you’re dreaming, right?’ and so on. Poison. 

That is the single greatest weapon of the powers that be. Hedonism, bitterness and rage. Avoidance and projection. Emotional sickness. First Existence. Ordinary living. And specifically, more than for any one else on the planet, for The Warrior Class. We cripple ourselves through cynicism and we give two firm fingers to duty. We are the rebels, the monsters of love, the Henry Millers who are in pure enormous and driven insanity, at their outrage, that war can be dealt with so casually and that sex is the most vilified thing on earth. We are all walking around with the same shock and stunned, CYNICISM. We cannot believe the truth of this so called world, we have no courage to stand up for what it real or what we really want, we have no skill base or confidence or training to back us up in our true quest and we go nuts, drowning ourselves in bitter anger and rage and contempt for anything that is not deep inside. 

What is cynicism? Brick’s character in Tennesee Williams’ Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Disgust. Absolute, utter disgust. 

We are, in ego, sincerely and totally understandably, disgusted with the world. And not only are we disgusted with the world, yes, we are DISGUSTED with all that is the unseen. Absolutely disgusted, enraged, shocked, stupefied into agony and outraged. We are The Warrior Class. We are the most noble, serving beings on earth, but what the fuck is there to serve for and who is there to serve and why the fuck should we?? 

This is The Lost Knowledge. The Hierophant Society™ was not just namby pamby, irrelevant spiritual non existence of being. That sounds stupid but you know what I mean. We like hunting, we like jousting, we like sex, we like music, we like the arts, we like to hunt, we like to do business, we like to live. Real spirituality is the whole. The Temple is the concentrated focus, that beings like me have to live in, to commune, in order to get the gifts of The Universe for all. The mystic way can be part time for anyone else and should be. We all have our jobs and you do yours very well. 

But what are you doing it for? Exactly. Dracula is the demanding hedonist of quiet living. I should know. I have spent most of my life battling against The Universe to be just that. I am Maximus returned. Every day is that discipline and every day is the temptation to return to Dracula. The hate filled vengeance of total destruction and self destruction and destruction of the entire planet to boot and GOD Herself. I want to blow it all up when I am in that mood and I am not the only one. 

So, we live in a society that teaches none of that and then tells us all to shut up about our pain. Oh, whatever we do, whatever we are involved in, in this life, we have to make sure of only one thing. The legacy I presume, even before I study with a fine toothed comb, of all that is ‘Stoical Philosophy’. The fucking Greek civilisation again. The bane of all our lives. So, we are not allowed to feel rage and we are most certainly, completely banned, from showing pain, from even feeling pain, let alone actually trying to do something about it. “Ohhhh, you’re not one of those internet patients, are you?”, scoffed a pseudo medically qualified doctor to me 16 years ago, when I searched high and low for the diagnosis I finally did find myself. Pathetic. There is no compassion anywhere and the main way this is proved in every moment of every day, is that we are not allowed to feel pain. We are so much not allowed to feel pain, that we will kill instead, just for the privilege to feel pain. 

That is the normal, male created, male religion, male priest, male ‘God’, male son of God, stupid world we live in. And that you, by the very nature of being asleep and male and trapped in misogyny and tribal law, prop up with your hedonism and sickness of soul, every day, as we are all meant to be and as we all do, until and unless we are healed into exodus. 

Hedonism on the other hand is actively promoted. Not to an unwilling market, of course not, and thank you Universe, for it. 

Hedonism is actually, conversely, the only thing we ARE allowed. Funny that and I speak as a loyal and devoted professional Hedonist. They have used all our gifts against us. Our Achilles heel is why you continue to have a shopping list for the partnership you demand. 

It really is not the real you…..we continue……

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013 

Angel of Mine V (Artwork|) 

On the Waterfront 

The entire film. As you watch it, I humbly suggest that you see the enemy as the men who taught you to hate women. That is who he is going up against. The Tribe. Supremacy, female holocaust and King Lear's culture. This is what he wakes up to. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013 

The Discourse. Amera Ziganii Rao  

An update. I am still reeling from the power of Elia Kazan's On The Waterfront, especially with the specific target of alchemy created. The World of Men. 

Tonight I went further, as you took on the mantle, willingly, of Terry Malloy. I know why the powers that be, killed Eve now, killed all female priests now and why witches have been burned and why women like me are the forgotten secret. 

The reptiles are male. 

They created a male 'God', because the so called Demiurge is them. Religion across the entire world, is worshipping a reptilian boss. A very powerful set of beings sure. They are also the angels and the this and the that and everything comes down to them. 

And I know how long that is going to take to be integrated. I took ten years to accept the hopelessness of the so called conspiracy theories. The utter sinister truth of it all. 

That is what that film does to me. It's an epic in heroism and again, like Ridley Scott's Gladiator has that rarity of rarities. A male and female protagonist partnership as well as the seminal issue of morality and the pressure of being on the frontline of life and all the arguments that our two archetypes have, everywhere, all the time about how we live. 

That film to me, symbolically as I guided you to do too, is about them and us. The World of Men is not you. Or you, or you or you or you. You are the men who enjoyed sex and wisdom, just like us. You still do. We are your sex and your wisdom. 

It is the Terry Malloy journey that a man has to therefore, fundamentally make, to win a woman. 

Which makes me realise one thing for sure now. Life on earth is your holocaust too. When you want to love. 

This is your Apocalypse. Going up against the reptiles emotionally, so you can become who you really want to be. So you can finally stand up and save your soul. You have the right to save your soul. 

And as Edie says, we want a lot more, a lot more. We want heroism and the empathy has taken me into new territory of understanding how hard it is for you, the beloved sons who are not beloved at all, because who can be, in fascism and reptilian, drone culture. The Tribe. No one can be loved for who they are in The Tribe. 

The Tribe is run by the Lee J Cobbs of this world, the Johnny Friendly pig. Everywhere. You are the Terry Malloys. They control you and until you fight them, they will always control you. And whil they control you, I and my kind die. 

Holocaust for life, compared to yours for this short alchemical miracle time of Apocalypse. No matter. I have the Buddha mind to lead yours into Buddha-hood too. I have been in a convent my whole life too. I am the pure heart. 

When you stand up for me, you stand up for the unicorn in you. You stand up for Divinity. For good. For love. For humanity. 

They just wanted a male defined deity, so they could rule the world through the terrible coercion and exclusivity of religion. We had to die, because we know the truth. 

It is not just that Divinity is female, through to the male principle too, but female, and that this is so hard for any man, or indeed, woman of any kind to integrate. It is not just about that and actualy less about that. 

It's about the Cinderella women. It's about Eve. It's about me and all the mes on this planet. The spiritual mothers because we train into the pure heart and we commune. We have the Buddha heart. 

You wanted to be a knight in shining armour your whole life. As Aragorn says in Return of The King, 'fight for me'. Fight for me and I will set you free. Tear that tribe apart and I will set you free. 

Fight for me and you will enter the highest spiritual existence on earth. The fifth dimension and me. First, you go to war. 

Those were my thoughts and I haven't even finished the film yet. Terry Malloy through to Maximus through to Joan of Arc. You are in the fight whether you like it or not now. And you know why and why it is worth it, let alone what your conscience cannot deny anymore. That is pretty damn good and I am resigned to my little life of torture, (the flat more than you) while you grow those female morality muscles. 

The Demiurge is them. The male god idea is them. The supernaturalisation of a great healer and mystic is them. It's all them. Consciousness is the only thing that can set any of us free. The Apocalypse is that. Seeing the truth. And this is why your ego had to be so politically trained. 

They own you a lot more than they have ever owned me. You are filing away the bars of that gilded cage. You are not satisfied with the way you are living. And you finally have the motivation to overcome the real, legitimate terrors and psychological warfare meted out on you and to overcome your co-dependency need to stay under the duvet. While I 'die'. You love me and you understand. 

That is good enough for me. The rest is destiny and how hard it has to hurt first, before you finally do something about the fact that you are more a slave than I have ever been. 

When I finally did it, it was the easiest thing I have ever done. Leaving the tribe is simple. Just say no. 

Carry on. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013 

Tyrannosaurus Rex

Tyrannosaurus Rex needs no introduction. Not the dinosaur nor the person. Members of the T-Rex sign are impossible not to notice. Their very presence dominates every situation they are a part of, from social gatherings to a day at the office.

Not surprisingly, Tyrannosaurus Rex are very polarizing. People either absolutely worship them or hate their guts. Not that a T-Rex would care, let alone notice. They tend to be very self-involved, yet carry a sureness and a charm that others admire. They are natural leaders, and they know it. Both the dinosaur and the person are on the top of their respective food chains and have no intention of giving up that power.

This sign is the most aggressive and demanding of all the Primal Zodiac signs. They can be absolutely tyrannical, as the name suggests, if they don’t have control over every situation. They are extremely capable of success and love proving it by overcoming challenge after challenge. They cannot be stopped, simply because they believe they cannot be stopped. They are used to getting what they want, and if they don’t, they shrug it off and move on.

As you might have guessed, the Tyrannosaurus Rex is not the easiest sign to get along with, yet they tend to attract others quite easily. It’s been said that confidence is everything, and if this is true, then it explains why members of this sign continuously get ahead. This confidence is their greatest strength, and many people want to get to know them simply to try to understand what makes them so special.

In love, the T-Rex has difficulties because they have a hard time finding the right fit. It’s not easy to pair up with a T-Rex for all-time, just like it’s not easy for a T-Rex to settle down. They want things done their way all the time, yet they despise people they see as weak. Therefore, they need someone who can match their aggressive nature but will still let them be in charge. There are many who can be friends with the Tyrannosaurus, but few that can make the long-term commitment and make it work.

Members of this sign expect to get what they want, and have the energy and confidence to make others buy whatever they are selling. This makes them, of course, natural salespeople. They love the challenge and the rewards that come from “the game” of sales, and have no fear talking to anyone and everyone about anything.

Tyrannosaurus Rex will only be happy when they are on top, but they are confident and resilient and if they can’t be the best at something they will go try something else. Members of this sign should do their best (which will be difficult) to honestly assess their own skills and talents and choose a career that speaks to their heart. They can be actors, doctors, or journalists, for example, but they won’t be happy unless they make it all the way to film star, head surgeon, or anchorman.

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The End of Our Utopia 

I suppose the only question now, in this insane, agonising journey from hell through hell to something else, is why. Why you could not mirror my ascension through to the final level. Why there are two of you and why one is to be left in this tragic, Romeo and Juliet type of madness, for another very good man, but another. Why. 

It is the why that is left. Not the if, I don’t think, and I think we both know the why of that. It’s too much to ask you and you need to be left alone. You are my philosophical and spiritual partner and have been since the first. But you are to remain my silent partner, and I just don’t know why this rite of passage has to be made. But it seems it does, doesn’t it. We have to begin to let go now. 

You are not circus my sweet. Not in the professional, demanding, having to do it because we have to, way. And maybe that is the truth. Whatever our creative dreams in life, the range and depth and type of art, if you like, is not choice. It is what we are to do on earth in these Apocalyptic times and the shock, the relentless shock of this, is that we are just being asked to move through every single step of farewell. 

What an extraordinary, agonising, consciously, soul tearing journey. We think we are making one journey and then of course we find out we are facilitating some other mad, fucking journey, which has nothing to do with us, or indeed the love. 

To have worked so hard on the love and then to know that the level and purity and type and depth and meaning of our love is worth shit. We are still not meant to be. 

That is the purpose of us. To have reached such high levels of unconditional, undemanding, objective love. With such phenomenal love and passion and a connection that can never end. We are too spiritually and esoterically advanced for that. All these truths that have nothing to do with anything society teaches us about anything to do with love. 

I don’t know if I am now supposed to just stop ‘talking’ to you now and start ‘talking’ to him instead in some brutal, cutting you out way. Or whether we are just supposed to keep working through the soul debris of our love. 

He obviously deserves my attention now. I think he’s taken enough of being second choice. For us, I see a new metaphor. That exquisite 1953 film: ‘Roman Holiday’, produced and directed by William Wyler. Which Wikipedia has frighteningly called a romantic comedy. I don’t see the humour in any of it. But at least it’s a better legacy than Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina. It turns out I am circus and temple royalty. Duty and honour after all, that cannot include you. 

It’s not fair to you anymore. You cannot do the ‘On The Waterfront’ life and if you can’t, why should you? These lives, like mine, and his, are not ours. We are here to perform and serve. Creative fulfilment and indeed, the spiritual purpose of being healers, first and last. It was never going to be enough, to do it alongside you. I have to leave you, as some sacrifice of the Ascension changeover. 

Agony. But time now to start accepting it, isn’t it. It was always going to be the external. You are not circus bred my lovely. You are however, always circus and always will be. You will just have to be my silent partner. 

Of course, on a selfish level, all I can think of right now, is how long the pathetic heroism of my existence is going to have to include the only man I don’t want, in this crazy flat; the shamanic duty I am trapped in at the moment with this crazy fucker living upstairs in my paper shack. 

At the Millennium changeover, I was trapped with the most chronic nerve pain stuck down both my legs for 5 months, while doctors were consistently giving me the most stupid diagnoses, that I could not even have made up, if I tried to be the most stupid I could be. I finally went online in the new days of internet and I researched the whole physiology of the body and discovered the nerve pain truth and the only medics that could help and they had nothing to do with anything to do with officially recognised doctors. Chiropractic came into my life, and only through relentless research and self responsibility through a barrage of medical control and abuse. Why on earth would the entrance to the Apocalypse changeover be anything different? Lives of analysis and detail, and of course that key word. Sacrifice. 

Not a good day. But a very important one. This has nothing to do with our love. This is fate. And we are gifted this powerfully in advanced intuition for a reason. That is all we were going to get. 

Your life, my life, his life, these are not normal lives and we are not normal. Our problem was that we thought and hoped we were. We all serve. You serve through being my silent partner. I serve by being your public inspiration and indeed, public love. 

Neither of us chose anything, thinking of Achilles in Wolfgang Peterson’s Troy. ‘I chose nothing. I was born and this is what I am’. You didn’t choose either. You are a silent king. He is not. 

So, the why of why there are two of you, has now become crystal clear. For today. The why of the why of why this had to happen, is elusive and may remain so forever.  But the key is the narrative of Elia Kazan’s On the Waterfront. 

The key is also, how heroic the demand for love and life truly is, for The Warrior Class. We all live life on a ridiculous level in comparison to the mediocre education we are given about the false life. Our agony, silent life, or public life, is that there is nothing false about any of us. As I said before, you have not been able to ‘do it’ because it was never your destiny. 

He apparently, can. And I can only be in awe (and understandable terror) that there are two. That someone else loves me as much as you do. The ‘Tyrannosaurus Rex’. He’s like me. Nothing can stop him. As I have delivered all year, our car crash in detail, that is our destiny, he lives his imagination like me. That, my lovely is the difference and you can at last know the why. You are not weak. It is just not your destiny to stand up publicly for the ancient Priestess. It is apparently, his. 

Back to the paper shack. And to see what destiny brings me next. The nerve pain is metaphorically, down my legs again. Back to the medical research all over again. And gratitude that I get double love of this magnitude. What the fuck can I say to that, other than thank you. 

Leaving home again. Told you. But this time, it is without any negative feeling at all. Just acceptance and the bliss of knowing you will always be there. You prepared me for him. That is your agony. And your sacrifice. 

And we can only accept the madness of this mad journey through the madness of the madness of the madness. 

The Warrior Life. It is not chosen. It chooses us. And unfortunately, he is as awesome and beautiful and soul partner as you. The writing was most definitely on the wall. The why will slowly become easier to accept. We do not choose destiny. Destiny chooses us. 

This is of course, completely a secondary issue to the healing of maleness. But that is too much to contemplate today and I know we are all moving fast through it. You and he and are moving fast through it. But it’s not just ‘the writing on the wall’ now is it. The words hang heavy in the air. Thickly. 

And it is time, finally, to give him the love I have given you. He can’t watch anymore, and he deserves much more, as you did. ‘Terry Malloy’ has to be courted. The man who can deliver what I knew I had come here to see. A partner in crime. A man who is like me. A man who cannot be stopped. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013 

Roman Holiday 

Roman Holiday is a 1953 romantic comedy directed and produced by William Wyler. It stars Gregory Peck as a reporter and Audrey Hepburn as a royal princess out to see Rome on her own. Hepburn won an Academy Award for Best Actress for her performance; the screenplay and costume design also won.

It was written by John Dighton and Dalton Trumbo, though with Trumbo on the Hollywood blacklist, he did not receive a credit; instead, Ian McLellan Hunter fronted for him. Trumbo's credit was reinstated when the film was released on DVD in 2003. On December 19, 2011, full credit for Trumbo's work was restored. 

The film was screened in the 14th Venice film festival within the official program.

In the 1970s, both Peck and Hepburn were approached with the idea of a sequel, but the project never came to fruition. The film was remade for television in 1987 with Tom Conti and Catherine Oxenberg, who is herself a member of a European royal family.

In 2012 a musical version of Roman Holiday, following the plot while using the songs of Cole Porter, was presented in Minneapolis at the Guthrie Theater. The cast included Stephanie Rothenberg as Princess Ann and Edward Watts as Joe Bradley.

Ann (Hepburn), the crown princess of an unspecified country, has started a widely publicized tour of several European capitals. In Rome she becomes frustrated with her tightly scheduled life. Her doctor gives her a sedative to calm her down and help her sleep, but she secretly leaves her country's embassy to experience Rome on her own.

The sedative eventually makes her fall asleep on a bench, where Joe Bradley (Peck), an expatriate American reporter working for the Rome Daily American, finds her. Not recognizing her, he offers her money so she can take a taxi home, but a very woozy "Anya Smith" (as she later calls herself) refuses to cooperate. Joe finally decides, for safety's sake, to let her spend the night in his apartment. He is amused by her regal manner, but less so when she appropriates his bed. He transfers her to a couch. The next morning, Joe, having already slept through the interview Princess Ann was scheduled to give, hurries off to work, leaving her still asleep.

When his editor, Mr. Hennessy (Hartley Power), asks why Joe is late, Joe lies, claiming to have attended the press conference for the princess. Joe makes up details of the alleged interview until Hennessy informs him that the event had been canceled because the princess had suddenly "fallen ill". Joe sees a picture of her and realizes who is in his apartment. Joe immediately sees the opportunity and proposes getting an exclusive interview for the newspaper for $5000. Hennessy, not knowing the circumstances, agrees to the deal, but bets Joe $500 that he will not succeed.

Joe hurries home and, hiding the fact that he is a reporter, offers to show Anya around Rome. He also surreptitiously calls his photographer friend, Irving Radovich (Eddie Albert), to tag along to secretly take pictures. However, Anya declines Joe's offer and leaves. 

Enjoying her freedom, on a whim, Anya gets her hair cut short in a barbershop. Joe follows and "accidentally" meets her on the Spanish Steps. This time, he convinces her to spend the day with him. They see the sights, including the "Mouth of Truth", a face carved in marble which is said to bite off the hands of liars. When Joe pulls his hand out of the mouth, it appears to be missing, causing Anya to scream. He then pops his hand out of his sleeve and laughs. (Hepburn's shriek was not acting—Peck decided to pull a gag he had once seen Red Skelton do, and did not tell his co-star beforehand.)

Later, Anya shares with Joe her dream of living a normal life without her crushing responsibilities. That night, at a dance on a boat, government agents finally track her down and try to escort her away, but a wild melee breaks out and Joe and Anya escape. Through all this, they gradually fall in love, but Anya realizes that a relationship is impossible. She finally bids farewell to Joe and returns to the embassy. 

During the course of the day, Hennessy learns that the princess is missing, not ill as claimed. He suspects that Joe knows where she is and tries to get him to admit it, but Joe claims to know nothing about it. Joe decides not to write the story. Irving plans to sell his photographs, but then reluctantly decides not to do so out of friendship.

The next day, Princess Ann appears to answer questions from the press, and is alarmed to find Joe and Irving there. Irving takes her picture with the same miniature cigarette-lighter/camera he had used the previous day. He then presents her with the photographs he had taken, discreetly tucked in an envelope, as a memento of her adventure. Joe lets her know, by allusion, that her secret is safe with them. She, in turn, works into her bland statements a coded message of love and gratitude to Joe. She then departs, leaving Joe to linger for a while, contemplating what might have been. 

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Deepak Chopra. How To Know God 

(A reminder of the bullshit. AZR) 

Here is his condemnation of Eve: 

I will increase your labour and your groaning, 

and in labour shall you bear children. 

You shall be eager for your husband, 

and he shall be your master. 

Eve has such a reputation as temptress that we forget one thing - she is not overtly sexual until God makes her so. 

Being 'eager' for your husband is part of the curse, as is the pain of giving birth. 

The rest of family life will have to bear the sentence pronounced upon God's son: 

With labour shall you win your food from the earth 

all the days of your life. 

It will grow thorns and thistles for you, 

none but wild plants for you to eat. 

You shall gain your bread by the sweat of your brow, 

until you return to the ground; 

for from it you were taken. 

Dust you are, to dust shall you return. 

This entire scene, which ends with Adam and Eve driven in shame from paradise, also divides a family, shattering the intimacy of the preceding days, when God would walk in Eden and enjoy himself with his children. 

Deepak Chopra

From The Light Messenger 

“Every 19 months Venus appears to reverse her direction, sojourning within a particular zodiacal sign, transmuting light thereby facilitating a re-birth of the archetypal pattern associated with that sign.

“This re-birth, or Renovatio, takes place during the midpoint of this reversal process, which happens on the 11th January, when Venus (love) couples (conjoins) with the Sun (Light), having started on the Solstice, the 21st December and lasting until the 31st January…”

“The importance of this winter’s re-birthing is the uniqueness of the cosmic conditions that speak of the seeding of a new ‘ideal’ concerning the creation of conditions on the earth to house a new form of love-consciousness that will infuse within our personal and collective psyches of the coming next 8 years.

“The universal principle that underpins our lives here on Earth is that the skies above reflect the earth below. This journey towards this rebirth commences on the 21st December and marks a 41 day inner journey during which any seeker faces themselves, alone, in the dark, humbly stripping themselves of their ego, seeking atonement and ultimately raising their consciousness to a level that is able to fully embrace the light.

“This process has three stages to it – a descent into the underworld; a merging with spirit and atonement; and an ascent back into the world of matter and form. This process is essentially inspired by the Cycle of Light, Venus’ orbit around the Sun.

“As Venus descends into the beams of the Sun, seeking to obliterate her sense of self and merge with something much vaster than herself, she starts to radiate in an increasingly luminous hue. This is something that you will notice with those in your life who are shedding their desires and attachments in an attempt to lighten their spirit…”

“As Venus approaches the Sun she will become completely surrounded by Light. Engulfed by the Sun’s rays she will no longer reflect her own light as she is suffused with the Light of Spirit.

“This alignment symbolically depicts the process of shedding all earthly attachments and desires as the light of consciousness cleanses and en-light-ens the Spirit…”

“Similarly as the descent into the depth of your inner world deepens and quickens, the process of shedding and lightening accelerates. The same is true for Venus in her light-cycle.

“I am sure you will have noticed how bright Venus has been in the evening sky, as her luminosity has been steadily increasing over the past couple of months.

“The lustre of her hue will intensified from the 21st December as she appears to ‘stall’ in her forward momentum, reversing her direction, as she is magnetically and irresistibly drawn back towards the light of the sun. This 41 day journey over Christmas and into the New Year is therefore an ideal time to turn away from both your world and the intense challenges that are emerging in the world in general throughout December and January and to reflect on what heart based themes that were forged back in late 2005 and early 2006 and what, if any, changes you now need to make, so that your consciousness can enlighten.

“The union of the Sun and Venus on the 11th January is a time wherein you have an opportunity to create an idea that will burn the light of love into your soul. Regardless of where this alignment falls within your birth chart, this Light-Portal is opening to beam balance and harmony into your life.

“So I would ask you to hold space during the Cazimi for a dimension of the Venusian archetype within you that feels lacking in joy or balance…”

“So to summarise, the Venus Retrograde Cycle ultimate is a time wherein we experience a Transmutation of Light. It is a time when our consciousness is replenished and re-vitalised as Love fuses with Light.

“Venus’s decent into the beams of the Sun heralds a process wherein the dark of the ego is literally blasted away by the light, since dark cannot exist in the light. All aspects of your soul that keep you separate from joy and light are released and as love connects with Source, your Light flourishes.”

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Carl Jung 

It is the truth, a force of nature that expresses itself through me - I am only a channel - I can imagine in many instances where I would become sinister to you. For instance, if life had led you to take up an artificial attitude, then you wouldn't be able to stand me, because I am a natural being. By my very presence I crystallize; I am a ferment. The unconscious of people who live in an artificial manner senses me as a danger. Everything about me irritates them, my way of speaking, my way of laughing. They sense nature. 

Carl Jung 

"Here's looking at you, kid." Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart) Casablanca 1942  

Casablanca 

Casablanca is a 1942 American romantic drama film directed by Michael Curtiz and based on Murray Burnett and Joan Alison's un-produced stage play Everybody Comes to Rick's. The film stars Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman, and Paul Henreid; and features Claude Rains, Conrad Veidt, Sydney Greenstreet, Peter Lorre, and Dooley Wilson. Set during World War II, it focuses on a man torn between, in the words of one character, "love and virtue". 

He must choose between his love for a woman and helping her Czech Resistance leader husband escape the Vichy-controlled Moroccan city of Casablanca to continue his fight against the Nazis.

Story editor Irene Diamond convinced producer Hal Wallis to purchase the film rights of the play in January 1942. Brothers Julius J. and Philip G. Epstein were initially assigned to write the script. 

However, despite studio resistance, they left after the attack on Pearl Harbor to work on Frank Capra's Why We Fight series. Howard Koch was assigned to the screenplay until the Epsteins returned. Casey Robinson assisted with three weeks of rewrites, but his work would later go uncredited. Wallis chose Curtiz to direct the film after his first choice, William Wyler, became unavailable. Filming began on May 25, 1942, and ended on August 3, and was shot entirely at Warner Bros. Studios in Burbank, with the exception of one sequence at Van Nuys Airport in Van Nuys.

Although Casablanca was an A-list film with established stars and first-rate writers, no one involved with its production expected it to be anything out of the ordinary. It was just one of hundreds of pictures produced by Hollywood every year. Casablanca had its world premiere on November 26, 1942 in New York City, and was released on January 23, 1943, in the United States. The film was a solid if unspectacular success in its initial run, rushed into release to take advantage of the publicity from the Allied invasion of North Africa a few weeks earlier.

Despite a changing assortment of screenwriters adapting an unstaged play, barely keeping ahead of production, and Bogart attempting his first romantic leading role, Casablanca won three Academy Awards, including Best Picture. Its lead character, memorable lines, and pervasive theme song[9] have all become iconic. The film has consistently ranked near the top of lists of the greatest films of all time.

It is early December 1941. American expatriate Rick Blaine is the proprietor of an upscale nightclub and gambling den in Casablanca. "Rick's Café Américain" attracts a varied clientele: Vichy French, Italian, and German officials; refugees desperate to reach the still neutral United States; and those who prey on them. Although Rick professes to be neutral in all matters, it is later revealed he ran guns to Ethiopia and fought on the Loyalist side in the Spanish Civil War.

Petty crook Ugarte shows up and boasts to Rick of "letters of transit" obtained by murdering two German couriers. The papers allow the bearer to travel freely around German-controlled Europe and to neutral Portugal, and are thus almost priceless to the refugees stranded in Casablanca. Ugarte plans to sell them at the club later that night. Before he can, however, he is arrested by the local police under the command of Vichy Captain Louis Renault, an unabashedly corrupt official. Ugarte dies in custody without revealing that he had entrusted the letters to Rick.

At this point, the reason for Rick's bitterness—his former lover, Norwegian Ilsa Lund—walks into his establishment. Upon spotting Rick's friend and house pianist, Sam, Ilsa asks him to play "As Time Goes By". Rick storms over, furious that Sam has disobeyed his order never to perform that song, and is stunned to see Ilsa. She is accompanied by her husband, Victor Laszlo, a renowned fugitive Czech Resistance leader. They need the letters to escape to America, where he can continue his work. German Major Strasser has come to Casablanca to see that Laszlo does not succeed.

When Laszlo makes inquiries, Ferrari, a major underworld figure and Rick's friendly business rival, divulges his suspicion that Rick has the letters. In private, Rick refuses to sell at any price, telling Laszlo to ask his wife the reason. They are interrupted when Strasser leads a group of officers in singing "Die Wacht am Rhein". Laszlo orders the house band to play "La Marseillaise". When the band looks to Rick, he nods his head. Laszlo starts singing, alone at first, then patriotic fervor grips the crowd and everyone joins in, drowning out the Germans. In retaliation, Strasser has Renault close the club.

That night, Ilsa confronts Rick in the deserted café. When he refuses to give her the letters, she threatens him with a gun, but then confesses that she still loves him. She explains that when they first met and fell in love in Paris, she believed that her husband had been killed attempting to escape from a concentration camp. Later, while preparing to flee with Rick from the imminent fall of the city to the German army, she learned that Laszlo was alive and in hiding. She left Rick without explanation to tend her ill husband.

Rick's bitterness dissolves. He agrees to help, leading her to believe that she will stay with him when Laszlo leaves. When Laszlo unexpectedly shows up, having narrowly escaped a police raid on a Resistance meeting, Rick has waiter Carl spirit Ilsa away. Laszlo, aware of Rick's love for Ilsa, tries to persuade him to use the letters to take her to safety. When the police arrest Laszlo on a minor, trumped-up charge, Rick convinces Renault to release him by promising to set him up for a much more serious crime: possession of the letters of transit. To allay Renault's suspicions, Rick explains he and Ilsa will be leaving for America. When Renault tries to arrest Laszlo as arranged, Rick forces him at gunpoint to assist in their escape. At the last moment, Rick makes Ilsa board the plane to Lisbon with her husband, telling her she would regret it if she stayed - "Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life."

Strasser, tipped off by Renault, drives up alone. Rick kills him when he tries to intervene. When the police arrive, Renault pauses, then tells them to "round up the usual suspects." Renault suggests to Rick that they join the Free French in Brazzaville. As they walk away into the fog, Rick says, "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

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A Day In the Life. Deepak Chopra. The Sunday Times. 2005

Born in India, the (then) 58 year old leader in the field of mind-body medicine trained as a doctor. His bestselling books include Ageless Body, Timeless Mind, and How to Know God. He lives with his wife, Rita, in San Diego. They have a daughter, Malika, 33, a son, Gotham, 30, and two granddaughters.

“I wake around 4 and then meditate for two hours or so. It’s how I connect with my soul, which is the source of my insights and creativity. It gives me meaning and purpose and helps me to go beyond my ego. If I’m in the mood I have breakfast, but most frequently I’m not hungry. I aways have two cups of coffee with sugar and cream, and I take vitamins: two multis, a vitamin E, calcium, vitamin D, Q10 for energy, and an antioxidant. At weekends I may go to George’s, a café by the ocean in La Jolia, with my wife, Rita, and have a tofu scramble and mixed fruit. 

I always go the gym from 6.30 to 8. If I don’t, I feel sluggish. I do a bit of yoga, such as the sun salutation, but yoga’s too slow for me. I do cardiovascular work on the machines. It’s about keeping the flow.

I was a student of the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi for 12 years, and I was very close to him. When he fell ill in 1990, I started travelling the world on his behalf. People began looking at me as a guru, which I didn’t like. I’ve never encouraged people to believe I can perform miracles. But there are miracles, and there’s remote healing and non-vocal communication. I know there is consciousness after death. We know consciousness survives the death of the molecules on which it rides during life. I’ve also studied the near-death experiences of my patients. 

When I’m in San Diego, I play four hours of golf, from 8am. I get to the Chopra Center (in Carisbad) sometime after noon. Then I have a light lunch, such as Caesar salad and a soup. I follow ayurveda (the ancient Indian system of health care) to some extent. I grew up in the Punjab, in a very meat-eating family.

Then I was a vegetarian for years. Now I eat fish and omelettes. I don’t drink alcohol at all. I teach at least one two hour class per day, such as Journey into Healing. I am an explorer of the inner world. I explore consciousness and then I write about it, just as an astronomer would describe the cosmos. I teach a course, the Soul of Leadership, at Harvard, where my brother is the dean, and at Stanford University (in California). 

Friends come to the centre, such as Robert Thurman (a professor of theology and Uma Thurman’s father) who gave a talk on Buddhism and enlightenment. We’ve had a psychic spy who used to work for the CIA, and a physicist who studies the consciousness of the soul. I try to make spiritual consciousness understandable on a scientific level. 

On speaking tours, my average audience is between 1000 and 2000, although I talked to 7000 in Madison Square Garden. Workshops, especially those attended by celebrities, tend to be about 25. I may be known for having Hollywood clients, but celebrities don’t feature in my life much. Demi (Moore) sent me flowers for my birthday and we speak every three months. I have two big book launches a year, when people like Barbra Streisand come, and Madonna’s business partner Guy Oseary has a big party every year and asks me to speak. He’ll invite guys like Chris Rock and Puff Daddy. I don’t know them, or even recognise them; then I hear they’ve gone on Oprah and cracked jokes about me! 

I spend 50% of my time travelling, giving talks, meeting people who want to get involved with my peace organisation, Alliance with the New Humanity. I have spare time on planes – I wrote The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success on a flight from Singapore to the US. I work on a tiny keyboard, a Trio – I’m in love with it. I email each chapter to my office, where it’s edited and emailed back to me by the time I’m home. I’m on my 40th book since 1985. I must be compulsive, obsessive and neurotic. I had this fear that one day I’d be less high profile, so I decided to write as much as I can. 

Some days my granddaughter Tara, who’s 3 and a half, visits from LA. She asked me who much I loved her and I said; “More than the stars and the moon.” We went to the beach and she said, “Look up, The stars want to see themselves.” The stars are looking at themselves through us – isn’t that like a cosmic consciousness? Children are so intuitive and fearless. Tara inspired my book about parenting. 

Every three months I fast for a few days, and I often take a week of silence. Once, I went with Rita to a resort in Utah. We had separate cabins so we wouldn’t be tempted to speak. But when I checked on her, she was staying in a nearby house, watching TV. There had been mice in her cabin, and she was scared. Now we go to a resort in Hawaii, so she’s comfortable. 

From 7 to 10.30 we may do satsang ( a spiritual gathering). We advertise it on the net and it’s first come, first served. I did satsang with the Dalai Lama in LA; we have dialogues. Sometimes I walk on the beach, see a movie or catch up with friends. But I don’t often go out in the evenings. For dinner I eat rice, vegetables and dahl, prepared by Rita. 

I haven’t told anybody this, but I have this habit where I go to bed at 10pm and wake up every half an hour, meditate for half an hour, and then go back to sleep – right through to 4am. In my sleep I have conversations with people, and amazing ideas for stories and books. It’s very little ‘real’ sleep, but I feel alive and energetic for it. When I’m sleeping, there’s a part of me that’s fully awake, watching my body and witnessing my dreams as if from outside. It’s a wonderful experience. 

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Daughter of the Goddess. The Sacred Priestess. Naomi Ozaniec

Japan and Okinawa – The Shamans. Chapter 8

“The Shamanic crisis, when properly fostered, yields an adult not only of superior intelligence and refinement, but also of greater physical stamina and vitality of spirit than is normal to members of the group. The crisis, consequently has the value of a superior threshold initiation: superior in the first place because spontaneous, not tribally enforced, and in the second place, because the shift of reference of the psychologically potent symbols has not been from the family to the tribe but from the family to the universe.” Joseph Campbell. The Masks of God. 

Shamans, Ancient and Modern

In the East a long tradition of female shamanism has remained undisturbed even into this century. In Japan and the island complex of Okinawa, it was usual for women to exercise spiritual office. This situation is now being eroded, more by twentieth century materialism than any attack on female power. 

The shamanic tradition is perhaps the most ancient magical path emerging from the Paleolithic caves and the tribal hunting cultures. Unlike the functionary in any other system the individual is empowered directly from the invisible worlds, chosen by spiritual beings rather than elected or entitled to office. The individual is marked out by physical and psychological symptoms which are often extreme, bordering on insanity or critical illness. 

These conditions are finally transformed through a powerful rebirth crisis. The individual is awakened to the spirit world and to the nature of his or her true vocation. This violent interior experience marks the end of the old life and the birth of the new. The individual often experiences a frightening vision of his or her own death and rebirth. Henceforth the shaman is empowered and serves the community through the ability to communicate with spiritual beings in deep visionary trance; travels to the other world in spirit journey, and is assisted by a company of spirit helpers. 

Daughters of The Gods

“Pure in heaven and pure in earth. Pure within and pure without. Pure in all six roots….You who draw near, loosen now the reigns of your grey horse as you gallop to me over the long beach.” 

Japan has a long history of female shamans. Women holding priestly functions were called in various ways, itako, okamin, or kuchiyose. Kuchiyose means ‘to hear the words of gods or spirits’, ‘to consult the oracle’, or ‘women themselves who play an intermediary role’. The kuchiyose were independent from any particular shrine and travelled where they chose. Collectively these women were called miko, ‘the daughters of the gods’. Miko women served in shrines throughout the land as far back as the late prehistoric period. It was customary for the Emperor to be advised by miko women. The kannagi were ‘the propitiators of the gods’. They were very often attached to the high-ranking shrines. 

These shamanic priestesses were quite unlike the sacred women of the ancient world. They were apprenticed directly to the supra-mundane powers and mediated directly between the deities, the deceased and the living. Their lives contain bizarre and even frightening episodes of possession. These women experienced the deities not as role model or psychological principle but as a possessing presence. 

The shamanic tradition survived unbroken despite various legal prohibitions. Haniwa pottery figures from fifth- and sixth-century tombs show shamanic regalia. Pottery figures wear the flat hat like an oblong board, strings of bead around neck, ankles and wrists, and, from a sash around the waist, a round mirror with five bells and a bow. Each item carried a magical significance. The copper mirror was traditionally part of the costume of Tunguistic shamans of northern Manchuria. It was a receptacle for the dead person’s spirit, a place to see the soul, and a receptacle in which the kami, the possessing deity might dwell. The bow, which emitted a resonating note, was used as a magical tool for attracting the deity. It also acted as a conductor, through which the deity might enter the body. The magatama beads, also found in Korea, were used to ritually summon the deities. When attired and empowered by full ritual regalia, the miko would prepare to enter the trance state in the sand-garden, the saniwa, a sanctified temenos serving as a magic circle. The miko would be accompanied by a musician who played magical tunes to soothe the deity and an interrogator who would address the deity. Questions might be asked about the harvest, fortunes for the coming year, the likelihood of robbery, sickness or fire in the village. Proper procedures had to be followed to ensure the safety of the medium and the smooth appearance and departure of the deity. 

In the remote villages the miko acted as a the link between the ordinary people and the tutelary village deities. Many miko women lives in enclaves affiliated to large shrines known as mikomura, miko villages. They set out at specific seasons on long peripatetic journeys, delivering prophecies, messages from the dead, and offering consultation. 

The different titles conferred on these women point to a rich and varied tradition. Women known as kumano-bikuni were based at the Jippoin temple at Nachi and were venerated as oracles all over the country. In the Edo district the women called ichiko were reported to travel great distances to make seasonal calls. Near Osaka women called shinano-miko were still visiting in the last half of the nineteenth century. The institution of the miko was widespread throughout Japan. They were part of both court and village tradition until the time of the Meji restoration. 

Shamanic practise was not confined to commoners. Emperors took advice from miko women speaking as the mouthpiece for the deity. The Wei Chronicles include a description of a shamanic queen, Himako or Pimako by name, who lived alone in a heavily guarded palace attended by a single man who transmitted her words. The consort of an Emperor, later to become the Empress Jingo, was herself a miko. Descriptions remain of a rite in which she acted as a medium. In this rite the Emperor and the chief minister took the other traditional roles of musician, who soothed the deity, and interrogator, who questioned the deity. The Emperor wanted to know whether to attack the Kumaso people. The deity advised an expedition to a rich land full of gold and silver which would be delivered into the Emperor’s hands. The Emperor, instead of thanking the deity in the proper manner, committed the crime of ‘raising words’ in opposition to the deity. He laid aside the zither he had been playing and declared, ‘it is a lying deity however high you may climb, you can see no such land in the west. There is nothing but sea.’ 

The enraged deity pronounced a curse: ‘Go straight in one direction.’ When the lights went up the Emperor was found to be dead. A second rite was conducted seven days later with the same interrogator and the consort again acting as a medium. 

“What are the god’s instructions?” 

“The land in the west is to be ruled by a child in the Empress’s womb”. 

“What child is this who is in her womb?” 

“It is a boy.” 

“What is your name?” 

“This is the will of Amaterasu-omikami and of the three great deities Sokozutusu-no-o, Nakazutsu-no-o, and Uwazutsu-no-o. If you wish to find the rich land, then make offerings to the deities of heaven, earth, mountains, rivers and seas. Make a shrine for our spirit at the top of the ship, put wood and ashes into a gourd. Make many chopsticks and flat dishes and cast them on to the sea.” 

With these words, the account ends. We are left wondering what happened to the Empress. Did she have the son who ruled the lands of the west? 

Miko activities were suppressed in 1873 when the government decreed that miko were all deluded and forbidden to practise. Many miko continued to practise in secret. In theory this prohibition lasted until 1945 when General MacArthur’s legislation ended restrictions. There have been three outbursts of shamanic cultic activity in recent history each related to the Japanese legal and political situation. The first rash of new sects appeared in the middle of the last century at the time of the collapse of the feudal system. Of these, thirteen groups survived, misleadingly known as ‘the 13 sects of Shinto’. A second period occurred in the 1920s and 1930s, at a time of economic depression and increasing militarianism. The third burst took place after 1945 with the liberalisation brought about by MacArthur. In 1964, 378 cults were still registered. The life histories of the cult founders share similar patterns and reveal strong shamanic overtones. 

Mediums and Mediators

‘Certain special human beings, however, may acquire a power which enables them to transcend the barrier between the two worlds.’ Carmen Blacker. The Catalpa Bow

The life of Nakayama Miki, who founded ‘Tendrikyo’, follows the pattern typically seen in shamanic individuals. Her early life was marked with personal disaster and unhappiness. She survived the dreadful famine of the 1830s to be married at thirteen to a man she hated. When a neighbour’s son fell ill while under her care she petitioned the local deity to take the lives of her two daughters in return for the life of a boy. In due course the boy recovered, her girls died. In 1837 her surviving son Shuji was afflicted with agonising leg pains. The local yamabushi, Ichibei, was called in to perform exorcism. One night Miki acted as medium for Ichibei as his assistant could not come. According to the story, the spirit causing the affliction possessed her and she fell into violent trance. 

“I am Ten-no Shogun”, came the voice. 

“What manner of god might Ten-no-Shogun be?” 

“The original god who has descended from heaven to save mankind”, answered the deity. 

Miki was possessed for three days sitting upright, transmitting the words of the deity. The possession only ended when her husband agreed to follow instructions implicitly. She began to behave in excessive ways, giving away the family property, even having the family house pulled down. After a long period of total destitution she was blessed with the power of granting painless childbirth. Her fame spread. In 1869 she started to write an Ofudesaki, a long divinely-inspired poem. It took her another fifteen years to complete the work. She died in 1887 aged 90. Her teachings remain encapsulated in one of thirteen Shinto sects. 

The foundress of the Omoto sect was Deguchi Nao. She was born in 1837. At eleven she was sent out to work due to the extreme poverty of her family. She was soon married to a drunken and spendthrift husband with whom she had eleven children. Of these three died in infancy, one disappeared, another was killed in the Sino-Japanese war. Two of her grown daughters later died after becoming insane. In January 1892, following the death of one of her daughters, she had a vivid dream in which she was wandering in the spirit world. A day or two later she fell into a violent state of possession, leaping up and down with pain. In this state a voice spoke, conversing with her own, announcing itself to be Ushitora-no-Konjin, come to restore the hideous state of the world to paradise. During the next year she often fell into trance, wandering around the town roaring wildly. She was arrested on suspicion of arson and confined to a room in her house. Here she began to write an Ofudeska, scratching characters with a nail on the pillar of her room. This work was to fill the next 27 years of her life. On her release from confinement she discovered that she had the powers to heal through prayer. 

Another foundress in the shamanic tradition was Kitamura Sayo, who established Tensho Kotai Jingudyo, the Dancing Religion. She was called ‘Ogamisama’, meaning great goddess. She too suffered an impoverished and miserable childhood. She became the sixth wife to a weak and mean man, procured by his mother, to be used as a cheap harvest labour, dispensed with and divorced at the end of the season. Half starved and treated cruelly by her in-laws she took up ascetic practise as an escape. In 1944 she became aware of the god Tobyo who began to speak through her, giving her sound advice on a wide range of matters. She underwent a complete change of personality delivered sermons and extempore song. Her language however became so coarse and unconventional that she chose to wear men’s clothing while speaking. She taught the ‘Selfless Dance’ to her followers. In 1964 she accomplished a world tour, visiting 36 countries giving three sermons a day. She continued to be worshipped after her death. In her life she was credited with healing miracles, diverting the course of streams, and arresting the spreak of fires. Even today she is worshipped as a living goddess. ‘The presence of the deity inside her has transubstantiated her into a divine person.’

These women who became the inspirational founders of popular cults, each experienced suffering and deprivation in early life, loneliness and even cruelty in close relationships, the untimely death of children and rejection by the social group as a whole. It is this alchemical process which gives birth to shamanic qualities, powers and inspiration. The true shaman only comes to birth after much personal suffering and misery; the cost is high. 

The path of mediumship, is less extreme. It used to be an occupation reserved for the blind. This type of mediumship shows strong shamanic overtones but lacks the spontaneous crisis which gives birth to the visionary powers. It is replaced instead with a traditional training. The young blind girl was apprenticed at about twelve years of age, before the onset of menstruation, to an older itako, a blind medium. She lived with her teacher for several years. Her training was strict and lengthy and included an ascetic regime, learning sutras, chants and invocations. Finally, she was deemed ready to take initiation and prepared for the ceremony through severe ascetic practise. This included sleep deprivation, food taboos – neither cereals nor salt – and a regime of cold water over each shoulder daily. She had to keep away from all sources of heat. 

At her initiation ritual she was wedded to her tutelary deity. The deity came to take possession of her. The initiation included a wedding feast at which she wore a bridal gown. Finally, at the transmission of power, she was presented with her own magical instruments, the bow or one-stringed lute, a rosary, a fan-shaped drum, a mysterious box and a pair of puppets. Once initiated she was expected to summon ghosts, call the kami, deliver inspired utterances, serve as an oracle and speak with the dead. 

Carmen Blacker asks, ‘if shamanism was so widespread in prehistoric Japan, if an inspired woman could be discovered to serve in virtually every shrine in the land, how is it that today these natural shamans are so rare?’ She concludes that ‘they manifest themselves only in terms of crisis, anxiety, and the collapse of tradition. Were the conditions of modern secular life more propitious to the display of such powers, it is likely that many more owmen would exhibit them in Japan today than might be suspected. Many women appear neurotic, or even half-witted merely because these powers are repressed or disguised within them’. 

Okinawa – Village and Royal Priestesses.....

Naomi Ozaniec 

Super Siren Vlll Pt lll (Artwork) 

Sedition. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Pope Francis is apparently to talk about humility and respect. The polite society. It doesn't matter how much agony this world is in, just have humility and respect. Well, yes, but it just reinforces the usual rubbish. Don't get angry, don't get disobedient, don't cause trouble, just suffer, because this is how it is meant to be. 

Utter rubbish. And why we just do not get anywhere. Everyone is too busy, being humble and respectful, while the 'negative' parts of society, indeed, the social sicknesses at the more extreme end, are just damned and wiped out as disrespectful and not humble. 

The church. So comforting. The world of male priests and supernatural deification of true mysticism. Corruption and stupidity run the whole world. 

Be discerning. Always. Especially when the sentimentality of holidays is around. Do not be fooled by the poison. It hangs in the air everywhere and it takes great courage and discipline to keep seeing it. They hold us in the grip of necessary illusion. We just don't have the knowledge, until we search for it and the rubbish is everywhere. Be discerning. Question everything. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013 

Sedition. Amera Ziganii Rao 

The simple reason why herb is banned and alcohol is promoted. The simple reason why women are not allowed anywhere near the power base. And why drugs are so vilified. And any culture who believes in the properties in them. Nothing is by coincidence. The idea that this is an ignorant world and that we are somehow, as the more enlightened, trying to improve things, because 'people just don't know'. Crap. EVERYTHING is known. Most is hidden. AZR 

.....We stand at a transitional moment in Delphic studies, when many long-held assumptions regarding the ancient sources for the Pythia are under review. The revisionist approach comes from both the scientific and the literary/historical spheres and calls into question many broadly held beliefs resulting from modern scepticism about the veracity of the ancient source material. From the time of the first excavations at the site, begun by the French in 1892, archaeologists have failed to find evidence for the chasm in the rocks that ancient authors claim to be the source of Delphi’s oracular power. Without physical evidence to support ancient claims, modern interpreters have rejected eyewitness accounts of experiences at the sanctuary. But a recent geological survey has revealed that two faults do, indeed, collide at a spot directly beneath the temple of Apollo. This fracture breaks through a bituminous limestone formation from which hydrocarbon gases, including ethylene, could have escaped in antiquity. According to ancient sources, these gases caused hallucinogenic effects first observed in the behaviour of goats. Later, shepherds were affected and eventually, a priestess was set up on a tripod above the chasm from which she breathed in the vapours, entered a trancelike state, and pronounced prophecies. Long dismissed as the stuff of legend the existence and efforts of hydrocarbon gases must be reconsidered thanks to modern geological investigation. 

Portraits of a Priestess. Women and Ritual in Ancient Greece. Priesthoods of Prominence. Joan Breton Connelly

The Bliss and the Grief of the New Dreams. Amera Ziganii Rao 

The confusion is beginning to disperse. We are all moving into our real partnerships, if you like. Moving into our real, liveable lives, as we say goodbye to those who are of our heart, but who cannot be of our life. Bittersweet. Absolute agony actually, whatever the new love truly is. 

Mistress and husband, husband and wife, man and woman, woman and woman, man and man, friends and lovers or marriage, it is all the same thing. Sharing love. Sacred love. 

The why will take some time, for sure. The definite is the first thing we are working on, to be fair to everyone and to be sure we are answering the brutally defined call of fate. Whatever beauty it has presented before us, this departure is hurting all of us in the same way. Not just is it about saying goodbye to those we thought we would never be without and with whom we have worked so extraordinarily hard to succeed with, we are also having to embrace new relationship. 

Adult, super adult, super advanced, independent, stand alone, new love, unfamiliar territory at such an insecure and painful turning point in our histories. None of us, basically, want to leave home. 

It is best to address the emotional truth of it. We are allowed. Misogyny is one form. The essence is generic. The ways we have to beat ourselves all into just being lonely, because we love our work, we love our independence, we love our this, we love our that, we love running alone and we love running with our loved one and now we have other loved ones too as part of our friendship repertoire. In other words, we have double the dosage now, if you like, of love. But at half the time. 

We are not just having to embrace new paths and old non victories and the bitter departure from those we love. We are having to grow up to levels which are frankly very hard to handle. But they are not. Self responsibility as said before, is the toughest and most advanced state of existence on this planet. True, emotional, scarey, lonely, lonely and lonely, self responsibility. 

My new love, my new true love is as full in intellectual property as me. Let’s put it that way. This is a great thing. At the same time, for me and for him, there is less of an attentive and supportive partner, just because we are both so full of intellectual property. The creative husband or wife or partner, who can listen and support, because they have less intellectual property and because their strengths are different, is largely gone, other than through the work. That friendship, those friendships will always be wanted and cherished and needed. But they can only be friendships clearly, in an evolved world and partnership. 

Very strange, beautiful, sad and tragic days. The clearing before the new. The re-arrangement of life, into what really does make sense and what really is beautiful. 

The conflict of staying at home or working basically. Of spending time with our loved one or putting the hours into the fire in our belly which is what those of us most driven, are born with. The kind of drive that makes us sick if we don’t let it fly down the road. 

The alchemy that, delightfully, quite frankly, attracts us to the partner that has to come first. Is this a generic? Probably.  The alchemy that, incredibly, then leads us to the ‘real’ partner. A rite of passage, Apocalypse or not. What is Apocalypse is that we are all feeling it so powerfully, it has to be our Apocalypse. The Warrior Class is to run independently at this level. My first partner is not that independent. And why should he be, if he doesn’t have to? That is the key. 

My new love, my new, twice magical in one lifetime love is not the quiet kind. Not the kind who is torn between two women or indeed, two lives. He is as driven as me in what is whole and real and our pain is that we have to find the strength and courage and compassion within the passion to accept who we are and what that means. 

We will probably be over pleasantly surprised at how easy it will be. But this is an enormous shift, clearly, that we are all feeling, whatever levels we have lived at before. Misogyny and male supremacy and the still remaining mortal husk in both of the men in my life, are still there. But the generics are becoming clear. The need is not love has to be taken to such vast proportions now, that it’s really, almost irrelevant. Well, yes and no, obviously. But important to say as this struggle to not leave home and leave home, the subject of the glorious, well remembered Cinema Paradiso is seminal and essential to human evolution. Taking responsibility for who we are. 

And the acceptance of time. I was not who I am now 7 years ago and neither was he or he. Or she or she and so on. We are all different and who knew all that we would become. Of course. The risk of love is it seems nothing to do with the person. It is to do with how far down the line one’s fate will take that ascension. The independence of will and activity so long battered by ourselves, male or female that we don’t even value it anymore. 

Basically, true love or not, loneliness is our main companion. This, it seems is why a person is evolved. And not easy to take. 

The threshold into the new world is the ability to be alone, lonely and then to be inter-dependent. And to leave the first great love behind, for the new great love to enter. The tribe marriage or ‘marriage’, to the partnership. 

Independence is of course many things. The right to earn and work alongside a man is legendarily difficult, I can now see, as I am beginning to feel safe in the ability to be loved at last, while I do that, thanks to both men. Their greatness of evolution so far can never be underestimated or undervalued. But that is just one gargantuan thing. The other is both people, man and woman being able to handle it. And that is where we as women fall down, even though the Priesthood amongst us, are the ones who work at it the most. In other words, alchemy does apply. We attract what we are. Not literally. That is what always floors me. 

For instance, my bizarre and oppressive situation with a poor person’s flat in my present circumstances, is pure shamanism. First, I am asked always to cleanse ‘bad spirits’. I have been around ugly people (soul) my whole life. That is almost incidental to mention now. What is crucial to understand for instance, is that this guy who lives above me in this paper shack, is a male supremacist arsehole. The fact that we can hear everything each other does, is a serious indictment on shoddy charity basically. As I told my housing people, being given a cheap flat is awesome. But even poor people have human rights and to ask anyone to live in these conditions, with no remit for help, not even negotiation with the culprits of oppression, past a casual inquiry, is a counter liability to being given charity. In other words, follow through or don’t do it at all. I am of course, better off with any ‘roof’ but this takes the piss. 

Anyway, while that is going on and I try to find a thousand and one solutions, the alchemy of it has been infuriating me more. Why. The why is simple. Co-dependency. This guy is everything that a selfish male would be, as if I was married to the guy and when you can hear the toilet habits of a man you do not even find remotely attractive, louder than you can hear your own, believe me, you feel like you are married or stuck at home with an unwanted brother. This situation is forcing me and has been forcing me to accept that it is not this guy that is the issue, pathetically ork like as he is, (the drones in Tolkein’s Lord of the Rings) bully of an ork that he tries every single minute to be, it is just relationship that I am being asked to look at. Relationship with men. That, co-dependency, despite all our best intentions can only end up feeling like this. 

Oppressive, bullying – the geography of his flat over mine reflects what it is for a woman to live in The World of Men – use of physical weight, an unconscious reaction to a woman working as hard, if not a fuck of a lot harder than he does, and so on. In other words, he wants me to be seen and not heard. He is okay if I am in the kitchen, cleaning, presumably. He is not okay when I am working. Ever. The room as far as he is concerned, belongs to him. There are of course two rooms in theory but with this paper ceiling, it is one. 

It takes me back to the age of 17 when my professional and vocational goals fell apart from the immense misogyny I received when I was vulnerable and broken enough to be drowned by it. My brother would not let me do anything. The room always belonged to him. 

Now, woundings and past events aside, misogyny education aside and all the rest, it’s not about any of that. It is about two characters (in theory, thinking of the ork upstairs) who are as powerful and strong as each other. It’s about needing space to be oneself. Time to be oneself alongside each other. And that means taking massive responsibility for who we are and what we actually truly need and not what we think we need. 

Time and time again in my life, I have got trapped into co-dependency situations with people I liked but never loved. The men, I was never allowed to be near for obvious reasons but now, even clearer when I consider the immense difficulties it takes to be truly independent and okay with that, of being someone who can leave their loved one alone and therefore attract the same in him or her. 

We are all being asked to do this now and it hurts and there is actually  no soothing possible. Only one thing. Self responsibility. Existentialism. Buddhism. And for The Warrior Class – and the internet and social media and world telecommunications is the miracle of our times – this means using the psychic more than the physical a great deal of the time, not just to commune, consciously or unconsciously. But to communicate with our others. 

This is a thorny subject to speak of in this stupid world. But it’s time we do. Social media and my relationship over continents and the depth of our mystic exchange has absolutely proved that, not only to me but to him and now of course, with my new him. It’s phenomenal and maybe something we underestimate and also know is no compensation for ‘the real thing’. Well, yes and no. What we do not have is the confidence to move with it. We are all very advanced in it now, that’s for sure but the idea of actually living it most with that, or the phone or the internet is not funny. 

It is in accepting all of that, that is our emotional Apocalypse, let alone having to let go of those who cannot come with us. Actually, they can. But we still have to face the emotional Apocalypse every day. Being lonely even when you are loved. Because we actually have so much to do with our own selves too. 

And when we think of our first dreams and who we were when we very young, was that not what we were? Of course. The pain of return is the pain. The pain of freedom is pain. The pain of freedom is no co-dependency. And my real, actual husband – the idiot above – the only Christmas partner for now - has shown me that there is no way you can have any freedom with that kind of close proximity. I’d like to think it’s because he is an arsehole. It’s not. Actually, it very much is. But you get my drift. 

We all start attacking each other – and the selfishness of misogyny is as real as anything on this disgusting planet – but we are all doing the same thing. Taking independence and blaming the other for both, not being able to cope with it, and second, not wanting to let them have theirs. Blaming them for missing them and the myriad of things we come up with, to explain why someone doesn’t love us, just because they are not in front of us all the time, even though we don’t really want them to be, because we want to think or do or this or that. 

Self responsibility. It hurts. The new world is quality time and the entrance into that threshold is what our current Apocalypse  is. Congratulate yourself. You are becoming super advanced and so am I. Super advanced hurts. And has nothing to do with love. Need, truly is not love. Love is love. And as we all stumble together into the truths of what is actually love, that statement has to be defined all over again. Love is honesty with ourselves. Love is the Apocalypse of our soul. Love is self emotional responsibility. Love is accepting that we like to be alone and we like to be with them. Love is taking the blows of loneliness and accepting finally that this is inter dependency. And then, finally I can relelase myself from this ork. Hierophant interprets the banal into the horror of magic. And it works. 

Alchemy and Liberation and Humanity™. It fucking hurts, but it’s worth it. 

So now, we, I, he and he and so on, we grieve both broken hearts and the broken heart of non co-dependency at the same time. And I get a thumping Ork for Christmas. The lessons have to be learned. My fury is that I couldn’t see the alchemy as I have worked for so many years to know how to stand up for myself. He most definitely doesnot get through, ever and certainly is told about it. That was not the point this time. To just have the ugliest man around possible was the point. To make me finally see that it is about co-dependency. It is no longer allowed for The Warrior Class. 

Apocalypse. For us all, to make us strong, loving and kind. Not for the Ork. Never the Orks. But for the ones who deserve our real love. And not the non self responsible kind. We thought love was our refuge. It is only the self that is the refuge. And that’s sporadic. The rest is working as a team. And that means work. And always loneliness alongside it and always grief for the lives we have left behind. We miss people. We miss the people in our lives and we miss the people out of our lives. 

Life, in love or without love, is still lonely. We are all in a state of constructive grief. Allow it. Be heroic. Know you are great. Know you are loved. And feel and live the unseen. It is truly, relationship or not, what we do most. Even, living the same life. And that is the training we have all baulked at and raged at. It’s done. We know how to do it. The rest is grief. We are allowed to grieve. We are allowed to love. And we are allowed to be loved. We just have to always pay the price. Loneliness. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013 

Ascension. Amera Ziganii Rao 

The 41 days of Global Ascension have begun. To all those living life, peace and love and indeed, happy Christmas. For those who aren't, you are in Ascension to the ultimate degree. Things will get better. Break out and do what you want. Let go of the old dependencies and trainings and experiences. What will be, will be, at this stage. The homework has been done. No Christmas, but a new 'life' for real. And maybe even life, if it is our destiny. Otherwise, we are Gladiator and that will have to do. You are the real heroes and heroines of this world. Be proud and be courage. It's all we have. Peace, and all the love there is, I send to you. 

I'm going quiet. Going to work on the website and my own story at last. The story of the lost women on this toilet of a planet. 

Natural Born Mystic: The Female Holocaust by Amera Ziganii Rao 

Ascension For All. To turn around this cruel and morally bankrupt world of conditional love and hatred. The time is come. It begins now. We are in The Apocalypse. Apocalypse is Ascension. The mystics and shamans have to feel it the most. It's our job. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013 

The Ruling Class 

The Ruling Class is a 1972 British black comedy film. It is an adaptation of Peter Barnes' satirical stage play which tells the story of a paranoid schizophrenic British nobleman (played by Peter O'Toole) who inherits a peerage. The film co-stars Alastair Sim, William Mervyn, Coral Browne, Harry Andrews, Carolyn Seymour, James Villiers and Arthur Lowe. It was produced by Jules Buck and directed by Peter Medak.

The film is a "commercial failure [...that] has since become a cult classic"; Peter O'Toole described it as "a comedy with tragic relief" 

Following the death from accidental asphyxiation of Ralph Gurney, the 13th Earl of Gurney (Andrews), Jack Gurney (O'Toole) becomes the 14th Earl of Gurney. Jack Gurney at first thinks he is God and shocks his family and friends with his talk of returning to the world to bring it love and charity, not to mention his penchant for breaking out into song and dance routines and sleeping upright on a cross. When faced with unpalatable facts (such as his identity as the 14th Earl), Jack puts them in his "galvanized pressure cooker" and they disappear. His unscrupulous uncle, Sir Charles (Mervyn), marries him to his mistress, Grace (Seymour), in hopes of producing an heir and putting his nephew in an institution; the plan fails when Grace falls in love with Jack. Jack gains another ally in Sir Charles' wife, Lady Claire (Browne), who hates her husband and befriends Jack just to spite him. She also begins sleeping with Jack's psychiatrist, Dr. Herder (Michael Bryant), to persuade him to cure Jack quickly.

Herder attempts to cure him through intensive psychotherapy, to no avail; Jack so thoroughly believes that he is the "God of Love" that he dismisses any suggestion to the contrary as the rambling of lunatics. The night his wife goes into labour, Herder makes a last effort at therapy; he introduces Jack to McKyle (Nigel Green), a patient who also believes himself to be Christ or as the patient puts it, "The Electric Messiah" who subjects an unwitting Jack to electroshock therapy. The plan is to use the electroshock to jolt Jack out of his delusions, showing him that the two men could not both be God and so he must be operating under hallucinations. The plan works, and as Grace delivers a healthy baby boy, Jack appears to return to his senses and proclaims "I'm Jack, I'm Jack". In truth, he now believes himself to be Jack the Ripper.

Sir Charles sends for a court appointed psychiatrist (Graham Crowden) to evaluate Jack, confident that his nephew will be sent to an asylum for life. He is once again thwarted when the psychiatrist discovers that Jack was a fellow Old Etonian, bonds with him and declares him sane.

Jack Gurney is now a violent psychopath with a fanatical hatred of women and an ability to pretend to be sane as needed. Jack murders Lady Claire in a fit of enraged revulsion when the aging woman tries to seduce him. He frames the Communist family butler, Tucker (Lowe), for the murder. Shortly after this Sir Charles suffers a stroke and a severe loss of mental faculties and Dr. Herder loses his sanity upon realizing what Jack has done. Jack assumes his place in the House of Lords with a fiery speech in favor of capital and corporal punishment. The speech is wildly applauded and the lords have no idea that it is the ranting of a madman, in contrast to society's reaction when Jack believed he was Christ. That night, he murders Grace for expressing her love for him. Her terrified scream is matched by the sound of a baby cooing "I'm Jack, I'm Jack," suggesting that their son is a victim of his father's madness as well.

The story's ending is ambiguous; Jack's fate is left open to interpretation.

O'Toole held the rights to Barnes's play; Medak approached O'Toole repeatedly about exercising those rights. According to Medak, the project got started one night that he and O'Toole were returning from the theatre, which "meant stopping at every pub between Soho and Hampstead, and it didn't matter if it was after closing hour because he would knock on the door and just say 'Peter's here,' and every door opened for him"; Later on, at O'Toole's apartment, the deeply inebriated actor phoned his manager and said, "I'm with the crazy Hungarian and I know I'm drunk but I give you 24 hours to set this movie up." The next day, Medak received a call from United Artists and a deal was put together to shoot The Ruling Class.

The screenplay was adapted by Peter Barnes from his play with few major changes. It was filmed at a sprawling estate in Harlaxton with the interiors reconstructed on sound stages. It cost around $1.4 million, with O'Toole working for free (he was instead paid a great deal for the big budget Man of La Mancha, released by the same studio later the same year). It was the official British entry at the 1972 Cannes Film Festival.

The film divided critics. The New York Times described it as "fantastic fun" and Variety called it "brilliantly caustic", but the Los Angeles Times called it "snail-slow, shrill and gesticulating" and Newsweek said it was a "sledgehammer satire". Jay Cocks called the screenplay a "snarling, overwrought and somewhat parochial satire on aristocracy and privileged morality"; he called the film "wretchedly photographed...as if it were shot under floodlights"; in contrast Cocks praised the performances by Alastair Sim, Arthur Lowe, William Mervyn, Coral Browne, and James Villiers, but reserves most of his praise for O'Toole, saying his performance is of "such intensity that it may trouble sleep as surely as it will haunt memory. All actors can play insanity; few play it well. O'Toole begins where other actors stop, with the unfocused gaze, the abrupt bursts of frenzied high spirits and precipitous depressions. Funny, disturbing, finally devastating, O'Toole finds his way into the workings of madness, revealing the anger and consuming anguish at the source."

Despite mixed critical reaction to the film, O'Toole's performance was universally praised and garnered numerous prestigious awards and prizes, including an Academy Award nomination for Best Actor. Reportedly, when United Artists, its North American distributor, told producer Jules Buck that it would be cutting the film extensively for US release, Buck punched the company's London representative and bought the film back. Avco Embassy then bought distribution rights and cut its 154-minute running time by six minutes.

In a review nearly 30 years after The Ruling Class was first released, Ian Christie said the film is "unashamedly theatrical, and it emerges from a particularly interesting period in English culture when theatre and cinema together were mining a rich vein of flamboyant self-analysis. Many stage works of this period cry out for filmic extension—in fact, Medak had just filmed a very different play that mingled fantasy and reality by a writer often bracketed with Barnes, Peter Nichols’ A Day in the Death of Joe Egg. But what makes The Ruling Class exceptional (and difficult for some) are its outrageous mixing of genres and its sheer ambition. Not only are there allusions to Shakespeare and Marlowe, but also to Wilde and Whitehall farce; to the gentility of Ealing Studios, with a plot that distantly evokes that other great black comedy Kind Hearts and Coronets, and to Hammer’s gore-fests.

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Portrait of a Priestess. Women and Ritual in ancient Greece. Joan Breton Connelly 

.....The spectre of the Pythia loomed large in the ancient world. We learn from Iamblichos, in what is almost certainly an anachronistic invention that the birth of Pythagoras was predicted by the prophetess herself. When Pythagoras’s father consulted the priestess, he was told that his wife would bear an extraordinary son. This is why the boy was named Pythagoros, which means “spoken by the Pythia.” When did the priestess of Apollo stop speaking at Delphi? In the fourth century A.D.,, when the envoy Oribasios was sent to Delphi by the emperor Julian the Apostate, he reported that the spring had fallen still and the Pythia spoke no more. 

In A.D. 391, the emperor Theodosios issued the famous edict that effectively banned divination and closed all oracular shrines (Theodosian Code). With this, a grand tradition of some one thousand years of prophetic proclamations and the women who spoke them came to a firm and final end. 

Portrait of a Priestess. Women and Ritual in ancient Greece. Joan Breton Connelly 

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Pythia at Delphi 

We stand at a transitional moment in Delphic studies, when many long-held assumptions regarding the ancient sources for the Pythia are under review. The revisionist approach comes from both the scientific and the literary/historical spheres and calls into question many broadly held beliefs resulting from modern scepticism about the veracity of the ancient source material. From the time of the first excavations at the site, begun by the French in 1892, archaeologists have failed to find evidence for the chasm in the rocks that ancient authors claim to be the source of Delphi’s oracular power. Without physical evidence to support ancient claims, modern interpreters have rejected eyewitness accounts of experiences at the sanctuary. But a recent geological survey has revealed that two faults do, indeed, collide at a spot directly beneath the temple of Apollo. This fracture breaks through a bituminous limestone formation from which hydrocarbon gases, including ethylene, could have escaped in antiquity. According to ancient sources, these gases caused hallucinogenic effects first observed in the behaviour of goats. Later, shepherds were affected and eventually, a priestess was set up on a tripod above the chasm from which she breathed in the vapours entered a trancelike state, and pronounced prophecies. Long dismissed as the stuff of legend the existence and efforts of hydrocarbon gases must be reconsidered thanks to modern geological investigation. 

In addition, the agency of the prophetess herself is under new scrutiny. It has long been assumed that ancient authors exaggerated or wholly invented, the role of the priestess as the primary agent of oracular pronouncements at Delphi. How could a simple woman from the local peasantry have provided the authoritative voice that answered clients from far and wide. In consequential political affairs, including colonization, tyranny, and war, queries surely were submitted in writing to educated male priests who composed answers and gave them to the Pythia for delivery. Lisa Maurizio has now called this consensus view into question, maintaining that ‘to deny the Pythia her agency in this religious rite is to render the spectacle of consulting Apollo incomprehensible. 

Priests were, of course, at all times absolutely essential to the functioning of the Delphi oracle. Indeed, the foundation myth recounted in the ‘Homeric Hymn to Pythian Apollo’ does not even mention a priestess. The oldest surviving attestation of the Pythia is found in the sixth-century poet Theognis, who refers to her as the priestess (HIEREIA) at Pytho (807-808). The temple hierarchy of male officials at Delphi was large and included the priests of Apollo (HIEREIS); the PROPHETAI (prophets or oracle-interpreters); the HOSIOI (holy ones); and in the tradition of Euripides’ ION, a temple boy. Epigraphic evidence suggests that, at least after 200 B.C., there were two priests of Apollo who were appointed for life. 

It is possible that they were one and the same as those whom the ancient authors call PROPHETAI, since the title PROPHETES does not appear in Delphic inscriptions. We learn that there were five holy men called HOSIOI who came from reputable local families, said to be descendants of the legendary Deukalion (Plutarch ‘Moralia’).

Maurizio has shown that there is much overlap in language used to describe the priestess and the male attendants who surrounded her. The word MANTIS (seer), comes from the root word MEN and describes one who is in a special mental state, what we might call inspiration. The title PROPHETES, by contrast, is based on the root for ‘to say’ or ‘to speak’ and conveys the role of one who proclaims publicly. The prophets have traditionally been viewed as those who wrote down the Pythia’s responses. The old model has the Pythia serving as MANTIS, uttering inspired words in an altered mental state, while PROPHETAI transformed her babble into intelligence prose. But in reality, things were not so simple. The Pythia is referred to equally in the sources as MANTIS, PROPHETIS, and even PROMANTIS, or ‘fore-seer.’ Her active agency within the ritual deserves careful consideration. 

The office of prophetess at Delphi is atypical of Greek feminine priesthoods in that the Pythia was chosen from among women who were neither well born nor rich, and who were subject to the extraordinary requirement of perpetual celibacy. In addition, her prophecies were directly inspired by the god rather than indirectly through lots, signs or incubation, as was the norm at most oracular sites. Early on, the Pythia was chosen from among maidens of the local peasantry, but in time and on account of the rape of one such maiden priestess, the post came to be filled by older women who had passed the age of fifty. Although advanced in years, the women dressed in maiden costume in remembrance of the youthful priestesses from days gone by. The Pythia could have been married and had children, but from the time she took up her post, she was required to remain chaste and live apart from her husband. She held the office until death. 

The Pythia was active for just nine months a year, as the oracle closed down for the three winter months, when Apollo was understood to have departed for the land of the Hyperboreans. She gave prophecies only on the seventh day after each new moon. One can only imagine the great queue of questioners on the nine days of the year when the oracle was functioning. It is understandable that, during the classical period when the shrine was especially busy, there were as many as three Pythias working at once on a shift system. Two Pythias would alternate I the mantic sessions and one would serve as an understudy. 

Even with these provisions, some inquirers were frustrated by the limited schedule of times for consultation. It was very inauspicious for the priestess to give prophecies on days that were not designated by law. The young Alexander the Great was eager for a consultation before he set out for Asia but had the bad luck to arrive at Delphi on a day when oracles were not being given (Plutarch Alexander). When his request for a session with the priestess was rejected, the brash young king tried to drag the Pythia into the temple himself, demanding that she work. Impressed by his passion, the priestess exclaimed, ‘You are invincible, my son!’ and Alexander went away happy with the very words that he had hoped to hear. 

When Appius Claudius Pulcher aggressively pressed the priestess Phemonoe for a mantic session, she first tried to put him off (Lucan ‘The Civil War’). Later, she relented and prophesied that he would have no part in war but find peace in Euboia. Appius was pleased, understanding this to mean that he would win an easy victory. But Phemenoe was, instead, predicting his imminent death. We hear of another impatient male leader, Philomelos, the Phokian commander during the Third Sacred War (Diodorus Siculus). After he seized control of Delphi in 356, he demanded that the Pythia mount the tripod according to ancestral custom. 

When she refused, saying that it was NOT the custom, he threatened her. The Pythia coolly replied, ‘It is in your power to do as you please.’ Philomelos was delighted, understanding that he could carry on with his military plans. He, of course, did not forsee his defeat at the battle of Neon just two years later. On the basis of these stories, one could say that we have a tradition in which calm and composed Delphic priestesses handled impertinent male inquirers with a certain diplomatic aplomb. 

We know the personal names of very few women who held the post, and most of these are attested in myth rather than in historical sources. In Aeschylus’s ‘Eumenides’, the prophetess gives a genealogy for the women who held oracular powers. First it was Earth (Ge) who had the prophetic gift. She passed it onto her daughter, the goddess Themis, who consented for it to be passed onto her sister, the Titan Phoibe. Phoibe, in turn, handed over the oracular seat to Phoibus (Apollo) as a birth gift, also giving him her name. Pausanias similarly credits Ge with the original prophetic powers, but in his version of the story, Earth passes the gift on to Daphnis, one of the nymphs residing on Mount Parnassos. 

There is a widespread tradition that Apollo’s first prophetess was named Phemonoe. She is famous for being the first Pythia to have sung in hexameter verse. Phemonoe, which means ‘Speaker of Thoughts’ or ‘Thinker of Oracular Speech’, became the archetypal name for the Pythia, just as Theano was for priestesses of Athena. When Lucan tells the story of Appius Claudius Pulcher’s visit to Delphi in 48 B.C., he named the presiding priestess Phemonoe, though she is a long way off in time from the first Pythia. His Phemonoe is portrayed as wandering aimlessly around the grove near the Castalian spring, free from her duties, since by then the oracle had fallen silent and the temple was locked shut. (The Civil War 123 – 127). 

Herodotus gives us the names of a few prophetesses who served at critical points in his ‘Histories’. We hear of a disgraced priestess named Perialla, who was corrupted by Kobon, son of Aristophanes, and dismissed from her office (Histories). When Kleomenes tried to usurp power from Demaratos, he first cast into doubt the legitimacy of Demaratos’s succession. Consulting the Pythia on this question, Kleomenes made sure that she had been bribed in advance to give the answer he wanted to hear. “Is Demaratos the son of King Ariston?” Kleomenes asked. Perialla gave the prearranged response: “No”. For engineering this false charge of illegitimacy, Kobon was banned from Delphi and Perialla was dismissed from office. 

Herodotus tells us that a priestess named Aristonike was consulted by the Athenians prior to the battle of Salamis in 480 B.C. She emphatically urged the Athenians to leave their city: ‘Why sit, you doomed ones, fly to the ends of the earth!’ Pythagoras is said to have studied under a Delphic priestess, Themistokleia, whose name reflects the root ‘Themis’, the goddess who held the oracular powers in early days. We hear of a prophetess named Xenokleia, who refused to give a consultation to Herakles because he was guilty of the murder of Iphitos (Pausanias). Angered by her refusal, Herakles took the tripod out of the temple and carried it away. When he returned the tripod, Xenokleia obliged him, telling him all that he wanted to know. 

Epigraphic sources have preserved the name of only one historical priestess of Apollo who served very late in the history of Delphi. Theoneike is referred to as ‘Pythia of the god’ in a third-century-A.D. inscription found on a block built into a Byzantine church. This stone once held a memorial for the priestess’s granddaughter, who was also named Theoneike. Her grandfather Hippokrates, husband of her grandmother Theoneike, is named as priest of Apollo. The younger Theonike married her uncle Phoibianos, who also served as priest. This inscription bears witness to the fact that priestesses of Apollo at Delphi included women who had been married and had children prior to their service. It also suggests that, at least by the Roman period, the privilege of priestly holding at Delphi may have been concentrated in a few prominent families. 

A wide variety of sources inform us on the experience of the Pythia during her mantic sessions. From the third century B.C., authors locate the setting for oracular response at a spot above a crevice in the rocks from which rising vapours escaped. As noted above, the temple of Apollo was carefully positioned atop this geological formation, with its ADYTON, or inner sanctum, placed directly above the fissure. The nearby spring of Kassotis held special powers and its waters plunged underground, reappearing within the adyton of Apollo’s temple (‘Pausanias’). The Pythia drank from this spring in preparation for her mantic sessions. In the opening scene of the ‘Euminides’, the Pythia offers a prayer honouring the Delphic divinities before she enters the temple. 

Plutarch (‘Moralia’) tells us that she burned laurel leaves and barley meal upon the altar before mounting the tripod. While giving oracular pronouncements, she wore a crown of bay leaf on her head and held a sprig of bay in her hand, a description consistent with what we see on a red-figure cup in Berlin. 

Consultation took place within the adyton of the temple, where the stone OMPHALOS, or ‘navel’, marked the centre of the earth (Pindar PAEAN). By several accounts, this is the spot where Zeus’s eagles met when they set off in flight in search of the centre of the earth. A laurel tree is said to have grown within the adyton, which also housed a gold statue of Apollo and Apollo’s lyre. The most distinctive feature of the inner sanctum was the great bronze tripod set above the crevice. Diodorus Siculus claims that the tripod was actually invented at Delphi for the purpose of holding the Pythia above the escaping gases. The Codrus Painter’s cup, dated to circa 440-430 B.C., gives us a rare images of a priestess seated upon the tripod in precisely the manner that the sources describe. 

She holds a libation bowl in one hand and looks intently into it, as if she were divining some information from its contents. In her other hand she holds a laurel branch, evoking the god Apollo and the laurel tree that grew within the sacred space. 

The cup shows the Pythia as we imagine she would have looked performing her mantic duties. Her placement within an architectural setting, complete with Doric column and triglyph/metope frieze, locates the scene within the temple of Apollo. An inquirer stands before her, crowned with laurel and heavily draped in a himation. But this is no generic priestess and no average pilgrim. Painted inscriptions tell us that this Pythia is actually the goddess Themis and the inquirer is King Aigeus of Athens. Without these identifying inscriptions, we surely would have assumed that the images represented a contemporary scene rather than an episode from the mythical past. 

We lack sources that describe what normal mantic sessions were like. It is the extraordinary cases that attracted the ancient authors, and such was the motivation for Plutarch’s summary (‘Moralia’) of an eyewitness account from Nikandros, priest of Apollo. Plutarch himself served as a priest at Delphi and must have been close to Nikandros, to whom he dedicated his essay ‘On Listening To Lectures.’. Plutarch describes Nikandros both as a PROPHETES and as an HIEREUS (‘Moralia’). He recounts that Nikandros was present with some holy men, HOSIOI, when a certain Pythia was forced against her will to give a prophecy. An embassy had arrived from abroad for consultation. Things went terribly wrong at the preliminary sacrifice when the animal victim failed to respond to the first libations. The priests were eager to please the visitors and so further encouraged the animal to respond by giving it a very heavy dousing of liquid offerings. The Pythia disapproved of this intervention and understood the animal’s reluctance to be inauspicious. Forced into the adyton for prophecy, she was suddenly filled with an evil spirit. She soon became hysterical and with a terrifying scream ran toward the exit and threw herself down. A few days later she died. 

Lucan gives an even more extreme account of a forced prophecy and its disastrous consequences (‘The Civil War’). We have already touched briefly on the story of Phemonoe’s encounter with Appius Claudius. 

Having forced the priestess into the closed temple, Appius witnessed a startling sequence of events. He pressed Phemonoe to tell him about the outcome of the civil war and threatened to punish her if she refused to answer. At first, she only pretended to be inspired but soon she was overtaken by Apollo. She raged madly about the cave, with the ribbons and garlands falling loose in her hair. With her head shaking she circled about the temple, scattering tripods in her way, raging with the god inside her. ‘First the wild frenzy overflowed through her foaming lips; she groaned and uttered loud inarticulate cries with panting breath; next, a dismal wailing filled the vast cave; and at last when she was mastered, came the sound of articulate speech. (‘The Civil War’). 

Phemonoe did not recover from her possession and died soon thereafter. Just as we have seen in Plutarch’s account, forced prophecy could be deadly for a priestess. 

These stories have had a lasting effect on the prevailing view of the Pythia as a frenzied, babbling voice box of the god. Simon Price has argued that we should understand these accounts as exceptional rather than as typical. In fact, the Pythia exerted considerable control over the oracle that she delivered. Price points out that for the occasional instances of corruption attested at Delphi, it is the priestess alone who is bribed, not the male priests around her. 

In addition to Kobon’s corruption of Perialla discussed above, we hear that Kleisthenes bribed a Pythia (Herodotus) as did the Spartan king Pleisonax and his brother (Thucydides). 

These cases suggest that the Pythia was the one who held chief responsibility for the oracles, supporting Maurizio’s claim for her primary agency within the ritual. 

Ancient sources are also very informative on the experience of the inquirer. Although we are told that the Pythia was interrogated by male clients alone, the reality appears to have been more complex. Plutarch cites a law forbidding women from approaching the temple (‘Moralia’). But this contradicts Euripides’ ‘Ion’, in which the chorus of Athentian maidservants ask the temple boy whether it is lawful for them to enter the sanctuary. Ion first answers no, but then adds: ‘If you have sacrificed the holy cake before the temple and wish to ask a question of Phoibos, go to the shrine. Do not go into the inmost recess without sacrificing a sheep’. (‘Ion).

The decree cited at the opening of this book, granting Chrysis priority of consultation at Delphi, suggests that she had direct access to the oracle, despite her female gender. This could be the result of her special status as priestess of Athena Polias or as PROXENOS of Delphi. It is possible that male kin carried the questions of female family members into the adyton. Certainly, there were different times over the course of the thousand years of activity at the shrine. The fact that many of the surviving questions put to the Pythia pertain to fertility and childbirth argues for the active participation of women in Delphi consultation, even if through male emissaries. 

Those seeking an audience with the Pythia had first to perform rites including purification by bathing in holy water and offering a PELANOS (cake of barley, honey and meal) upon the altar in front of Apollo’s temple. A preliminary sacrifice was offered by the Delphic priests on behalf of all inquirers on regular consultation days. The behaviour of the victim, a goat, was carefully watched for signs. If the animal shook itself sufficiently, it was inferred that Apollo approved, and the sacrifice proceeded. 

The inquirer would then pay a fee and enter the temple, where a final sacrifice was required upon the inner hearth. The local representative of his home city (Proxenos) would accompany him into the inner chamber. Plutarch (‘Moralia’) tells us that those waiting to consult the oracle sat in a room that, at times, was filled with a delightful fragrance floating on air from the adyton “as if from a spring”. He likens this fragrance to the aroma of a fine perfume. When the time came for consultation the client would put his question to the priestess either orally or written upon a tablet. 

Just more than six hundred oracular responses survive. These are, allegedly, words spoken by the Pythia. Some texts record authentic, historical responses, while others are clearly drawn from legend, fabrication, or a combination of both. In some cases, oracles seem to be hexameter verse. There is much discussion of the role of the PROPHETAI and poets in putting the Pythia’s words into verse. About one third of the oracles are ambiguous. Categories of inquiry include the personal, the religious, and the political. Plutarch (‘Moralia’) gives a wide ranging list of questions put to the oracle. Will the inquirer be victorious? Will the inquirer marry? Would it be more profitable and better to do this or that? Nearly three-quarters of the historical responses deal with questions of cult, their foundations, festivals, temples, sacrificers, and laws. The majority of the nonreligious responses have to do with public affairs concerning leaders, legislation, the founding of cities and colonies, foreign relations, and war. 

Some responses deal directly with the questions concerning priestesses. The Parians brought a request to Delphi, asking whether they should execute Timo, HYPOAKOROS of Demeter and Persephone (Herodotus). She had aided Miltiades in his attempt to take Paros and had revealed to him sacred mysteries that were forbidden to men. The oracle responded that the priestess should not be punished, since she had merely contributed to, and not caused, Miltiades’ final undoing. A related response concerns the Athenian proposal for a war with Syracuse in 416/415 B.C. Although the question does not survive, the oracle’s response does. It advised the Athenians to bring the priestess of Athena from Erythrai or Klazomenai (Plutarch ‘Moralia’; ‘Nikias’). 

The model of the Delphic Pythia influenced oracular priesthoods elsewhere. The temple of Apollo Pythios at Argos was supposed to have been founded directly from Delphi. Here, a priestess gave prophecies just as the mother shrine (Pausanias). At the sanctuary of Apollo at Patara, the prophetess was locked in the temple on nights when responses were required (Herodotus). At the sanctuary of Apollo in Epiros, a virgin priestess oversaw an annual ceremony that included the hand-feeding of snakes (Aelian, ‘On Animals’). The Epirotes belived that the snakes were directly descended from the Delphic Python. Pilgrims came from far and wide to watch the spectacle. If the snakes readily ate the food that the priestess offered, the omen was understood to be favourable. 

While the virgin priestess of Epiros was not strictly speaking a prophetess, her actions did result in signs that portended the future, Herodotus informs us that, at the shrine of Dionysus among the Satric Bessoi in Thrace, a woman PROMANTIS delivered oracles “as at Delphi, and nothing more intricate”. This observation may reflect the fact that the Pythian model was one in which the prophetess received direct inspiration from the god, rather than through the more widely attested oracular vehicles of lots, signs or incubation. 

Across the Aegean at the sanctuary of Apollo at Didyma, male prophets had given oracles from the early Archaic days of the Branchidai. But by the Hellenistic period, priestesses took over the work of prophecy, presumably uner the influence of the Delphic model. An inscription from Didyma dating to the first century A.D. was composed by a HYDROPHOROS named Tryphosa, daughter of Melas. Her grandmother, also named Tyrphosa, is said to be “the prophetess whom the god appointed in an oracle, when Claudius Charmus the younger was prophet.”

A second inscription, dating to the first century B.C or A.D. suggests the presence of female seers at Didyma. It reads:”Gaius, I thank the pretty little prophetess.” A third inscription may refer to a prophetess named Kleopatra who served during the second half of the second century A.D., though this depends on extensive restoration of the text.   

Sixty-one responses survive for Didmya and show characteristics similar to those from Delphi. Some directly concern priestesses. An inscription carved on the front face of an anta block, dated to the second century A.D., records a response given to Alexandra priestess of Demeter Thesmophoros. Alexandra was concerned by the fact that since the time she took office, the gods had never been so manifest in their appearances through maidens and women, men, and children. 

In response, Apollo assures Alexandra that the manifestations are favourable and advises her that “Immortals accompany mortal men….and make their will known.” The same block preserves an incomplete but related response inscribed on its left side. The text is also addressed to Alexandra. It acknowledges her good service as priestess, praising her for the honour with which she has been “a seeker of the goal of a principled course of life.” 

From Italy to Egypt and beyond, most oracles were dependent on signs, lots and dreams rather than on direct inspiration from the god. At Dodona, divination was manifested in the rustling of leaves and the twittering of doves in Zeus’s oak tree. We are told that the oracle was established here when two black doves flew out of Thebes in Egypt (Herodotus). One travelled to Dodona and settled in the oak tree, from which it declared, in human speech, that this was a place of divination for Zeus. The other dove flew to Libya, where the oracle of Zeus Ammon was founded. The priestess of these establishments were called doves, because they spoke a strange language that sounded like the twitter of birds. Herodotus himself visited Dodona and spoke with the presiding priestesses, the eldest named Promeneia the second Timarete, and the youngest Nikandra. He clearly regarded these women as trustees of sacred knowledge from whom he was eager to learn all he could regarding the origins of the establishment. 

The spectre of the Pythia loomed large in the ancient world. We learn from Iamblichos, in what is almost certainly an anachronistic invention that the birth of Pythagoras was predicted by the prophetess herself. When Pythagoras’s father consulted the priestess, he was told that his wife would bear an extraordinary son. This is why the boy was named Pythagoros, which means “spoken by the Pythia.” When did the priestess of Apollo stop speaking at Delphi? In the fourth century A.D.,, when the envoy Oribasios was sent to Delphi by the emperor Julian the Apostate, he reported that the spring had fallen still and the Pythia spoke no more. 

In A.D. 391, the emperor Theodosios issued the famous edict that effectively banned divination and closed all oracular shrines (Theodosian Code). With this, a grand tradition of some one thousand years of prophetic proclamations and the women who spoke them came to a firm and final end. 

In closing, let us examine the varied visual evidence for these priesthoods of prominence and acknowledge just how uncertain our readings of ancient images can be. The four vases considered in this chapter span some 130 years, show black-figure and red-figure technique, and represent shapes that include cups, an amphora, and a hydria. Any comparisons made within this group invite methodological difficulties stemming from chronological, technical, and formal differences. Nonetheless, this exercise usefully engages us with the fundamental problem of the relationship of myth and realia in the image-creation process. 

The composition of the scene on the London cup emphasizes the communality between Demeter and her priestess as they face one another from either end of the picture field. The priestess is surrounded by a combination of sign-components that reinforce her presiding role within the ritual. These include the flaming altar of sacrifice and the winnowing basket, a symbol of the harvest. When this scene is read together with the image on the reverse side of the cup, its meaning is enhanced. Here, a stout man is depicted in the act of plowing, while a younger man follows behind, sowing seeds in the freshly tilled earth. The plowing man has been identified as Bouzyges, the first to yoke an ox an introduce cultivation at Athens. In commemoration of Bourzyges and his important contribution, an annual festival was observed at the foot of the Acropolis called the HIEROS AROTOS, or ‘sacred plowing’. It fell to the Bouzygai, a clan named for this famous ancestor, to undertake the ritual cultivation each year. If we read the plowing scene as one drawn from legend, that is, as the charter myth upon which the historical ritual was based, should we not then understand the sacrificial scene to show a mythical narrative as well? On this view we can read round the cup, from Bouzyges’ first plowing on one side to the city’s first harvest festival on the other. The woman at the altar would then represent a legendary, perhaps first, priestess of Demeter shown presiding over rites that include dancing and sacrifice in thanksgiving to the goddess. 

We have touched upon the iconographic challenges presented by the red-figure hydria in Boston that shows a scene set in Hera’s temple at Argos. Here, the mythological character of the narrative is clear, and we can identify with ease the figures of Argos. Hermes, and Io, who has been transformed into a cow. The identity of the woman who stands before the cow is certain. She is usually recognised as Hera, holding her sceptre as queen of the gods. But what about the symbol of priesthood that she carries, the temple key? 

Alexander Mantis maintains that this is Hera, citing a number of sources that refer to goddesses as KLEIDOUCHOI, and pointing to images in which Hera holds a key. Erika Simon would disagree, and identifies the woman as a priestess, the successor of Io. There may be a further possibility. Could we, in fact, be looking at Io shown twice within the composition, once as a cow and again as a priestess? This would compress the story of her transformation into a single image in what has been called simultaneous or synoptic narrative. Io is, after all, immortalized as the KLEIDOUCHOI, and pointing to images in which Hera holds a key. 

Erika Simon would disagree, and identifies the woman as a priestess, the successor of Io. There may be a further possibility. Could we, in fact, be looking at Io shown twice within the composition, once as a cow and again as a priestess? This would compress the story of her transformation into a single image in what has been called simultaneous or synoptic narrative. Io is, after all, immortalized as the KLEIDOUCHOS of Hera in Aescylus’s ‘Suppliants’ where the chorus asks, “Is there a story told here in Argos that once Io was keeper of the keys of Hera’s temple? Or, perhaps, goddess and priestess are so strongly identified that their images merge into one. This scene beautifully illustrates the difficulties we face in extracting meaning from ancient images. 

When we turn to the Codrus Painter’s cup, on which a woman is shown seated in the tripod of Apollo, we are surprised to find that our assumptions are not those of the ancient artist. The sacred signifiers, including tripod, laurel branch, libation bowl, architectural setting, and inquirer, tell us that we are looking at the Pythia at Delphi. But added inscriptions inform us otherwise. This is no mortal priestess but the goddess Themis. The inquirer is no earthly pilgrim but the mythical King Aegeus. Without the painted labels we would never have guessed these identifications. 

Gloria Ferrari has examined a number of images that similarly appear to show scenes from ‘everyday life,’ but, in fact, show narratives from myth. Their identifications are confirmed by the painted inscriptions that label the figures. What looks like a generic symposium scene on a red-figure rhyton in Richmond, in fact, shows mythical kings of early Athens banqueting together. A bell krater by the Dinos Painter seems to present an ‘everyday’ scene of a departing warrior but in fact shows the eponymous heroes Pandion, Akamas, and Oineus. A pyxis in London presents a ‘domestic scene’ with a woman working wool, and others holding an alabastron, basket and chest. Painted labels tell us that these are no ordinary women but Helen, Klytaimnestra, Kassandra, and Danae. Alain Schnapp and Francois Lissarrague have encountered a similar phenomenon in their analysis of scenes showing dead heroes. When unlabeled, the images are interpreted as generic battle scenes, but when inscriptions are added, we learnt that they portray Ajax carrying the corpse of Achilles off the battlefield at Troy. These case studies caution us to be wary of our assumptions when reading images as snapshots of reality. We must allow for the possibility that they show an imagined world of the past. 

Let us conclude with the amphora that shows a woman pouring a libation for Athena, to illustrate the breadth of possible interpretations for its images. The woman wears no jewellery and is shown barefoot. She carries no temple key and wears no fancy dress that might communicate her priestly status. Can her libation bowl and jug, used together as a set, signify her special agency within the ritual? Following the paradigm presented by the Codrus Painter’s cup, should we first look for a meaning in the mythical past? Could this woman be Queen Praxithea, first priestess of Athena Polias, shown serving the goddess who appointed her to office (Euripides ‘Erechteus, Pap, Sorbonne’). 

When we turn to the image of Athena, a range of possible interpretations presents itself. Athena wears her aegis atop what appears to be a chiton, peplos and himation, rather than over her traditional costume of a peplos worn alone. She holds a helmet in one hand and, in the other, a sceptre rather than her traditional spear. What motivated the selection of the signifiers whereby Athena’s standard attributes have been exchanged for chiton, himation, and sceptre? The dark-trimmed himation falls somewhat improbably from beneath her aegis. Could we be looking at a woman dressed in an ‘Athena costume’ rather than the goddess herself? Is this image influenced by the visual dynamic of ritual theatre, in which priestesses took on the likeness of the goddesses they served? 

This line of inquiry will be pursued in the following chapter, in which we shall consider priestly costume and ritual theatre. Our efforts to comprehend the roles of myth and realia in the image-creation process are further complicated by the function of mimesis. As we shall see, ancient women engaged in cultic dramas, processions, and feasts dressed in the costumes of goddesses. The vases examined in this review of ‘priesthoods of prominence’ alert us to the obstacles that stand between us and a full understanding of the mentality in which the images were created and received. The challenges that they present repay the efforts of examination, as they engage us so directly with the fundamental dynamics of image and meaning. 

Priesthoods of Prominence

Super Siren XXXlV (Artwork) 

Portrait of a Priestess. Women and Ritual in ancient Greece. Joan Breton Connelly  

A piece on how the Archons and the Light Workers are in battle: 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EABccs1xq4A&list=PLs_F_vpTsWWMB4sBOKypfcPVobHKYGolf&index=2 

Okay. They are called Archons too. Now, that puts a different perspective on it. Take it in. We all have to fight it every day and this goes a long way to explain why. Why the fears are actually not ours. A lot of people doing very fine work. AZR

.....And we thought we were working alone. There's an army out there. Take it in. Our job is just to get better. And become love. And love. And people talk of a 'demiurge'. A particularly negative 'God' especially for earth or something. Pah. I knew Jesuits were weird, just like all religious fanatics. Now we are moving into the super political. The fantastical, absolutely believable. Believe and become love. AZR

Conspiracy Christmas. Amera Ziganii Rao  

Don’t worry. It is deeply, fantastically, scary. So what. Isn’t life scary anyway? For me, two things today, first of all. First, my angry mystic heart has finally been calmed forever. I never believed in a ‘Demiurge’, I just could not cope with the nature of a Divinity that put me through this individual life, let alone what life does to so so so many. And of course, on another level, everyone. 

This, yet again, is one of the Archons methods. To turn those most gifted, away from The Source. Holocaust is holocaust and a female life, a female priesthood in hiding, hidden from herself, is a holocaust life on this earth. But it is no longer rage at the only Source that can get us out of here. Second, the first thing that happened to me at the age of eight was not a Joan of Arc awakening, it was a livid fury that I was born onto earth, yet again. These things are all explained just in those few paragraphs to me. 

The angry mystic heart in all us Dracula or Morgana hearts can finally be put to rest. The rage is the esoteric democracy that can even enable the real Judas Principle of the Universe to do what they do and of course, the rage should be, the chilling news that they are all here, especially for us. 

The global Apocalypse has been averted while we all languish in our personal hells. We have a great deal to be grateful for. Third, I was awakened one year after the first veil was lifted. Funny that. 

Fourth, the micro of the macro. The female (and male) priesthood on this earth are unique and therefore the ones who have been relentlessly burnt, wifed, whored, dehumanised and ostracised from society, other than for our beauty or entertainment for the single reason that we are also vilified in our own family homes. The father – for our dynamic – represents the pseudo intellect of the reptilian mind. The one without humanity. The stupid one essentially even though it is held up to be the most intelligent, to mirror the reptilian, pseudo intellect of evil. Nazism being the most perfected version of just that. That cold intellect of death. The same as the Richard Dawkins crowd really, but that’s another piece. The same thing that runs this country in particular. The so called reason. In that dynamic, the brother, the son, you, is lost, because you have a different approach to intellectual, plus, you fear you are like your fathers, so you stay away from it completely. The women, the mothers are like you, but of course, so enslaved into servitude that they would prefer not to think at all and again, fear intellect instead of evil. They see it as the same thing. The daughters, the lost priesthood, the Cinderellas know. We know before we know. We are the women who have been burnt, ‘the free thinking women’ who were systematically destroyed throughout history. Who are still destroyed, by lack of love from anyone else. The real Robin Hoods of this world. We know because we carry something no one else does. Intelligent, humane, PSYCHIC intellect. My astrological sign defines it well too. Aquarius is the sign (our epoch as well) that is naturally able to merge the mind intellect with intuition, advanced intuition and the instinct, the primal, all at the same time. The confusions I and other Aquarians have on the way to that growth is a different matter. The brief sojourn in pseudo intellect happens to us too. To many, forever. But if that dynamic is realised fully as it has been in me for only 14 years, that is true intellect. Because it carries feeling, compassion, per se and passion, per se and GOD. Humanity. 

That is what we have to sell to you as the brothers and sons. It’s working. That is what we have been doing and it’s just a fuller way of saying how to access soul. The emotions, if you like are the reptiles. The soul is us. We can USE that ego for ourselves, use the emotions for ourselves. That is alchemy. To convert the shit to gold. To convert evil to good. To know the political spectrum is therefore crucial for real evolution. And when you look at the history we are taught – and we went to the best education, debatably in the entire world, what is history? Saladin, The Crusades, the middle ages, the inquisition, the world wars and of course, endlessly, the Greek ‘civilisation’. And in the inundation of the Greek history, we have never heard about the women, other than as slaves. Funny that. 

The prophecy was not to recruit you. The prophecy was to rescue you. To rescue you, so you can rescue me. 

A good Christmas Eve for once. Hope. Fight the real enemy. Them, not me. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Part of a definition of 'Psychic'

Seers formed a functionary role in early civilization, often serving as advisors, priests, and judges....The Delphic Oracle is one of the earliest stories in classical antiquity of prophetic abilities. The Pythia, the priestess presiding over the Oracle of Apollo at Delphi, was believed to be able to deliver prophecies inspired by Apollo during rituals beginning in the 8th century BC.

It is often said that the Pythia delivered oracles in a frenzied state induced by vapors rising from the ground, and that she spoke gibberish, believed to be the voice of Apollo, which priests reshaped into the enigmatic prophecies preserved in Greek literature. 

Other scholars believe records from the time indicate that the Pythia spoke intelligibly, and gave prophecies in her own voice. 

The Pythia was a position served by a succession of women probably selected from amongst a guild of priestesses of the temple. 

The last recorded response was given in 393 AD, when the emperor Theodosius I ordered pagan temples to cease operation.

Wikipedia

The Archons 

Here is a video I made on the Archons., one of the most important ones I have done concerning these things. The last year and 4 months has been Brutal and has been enough to last me 10,000 lifetimes., we are gaining ground though none the less. Be the influence wherever you go and with who you come in contact with. If you hold the Power of the Kreator-Source within you., ultimately., nothing of this Nature can touch you. It don't mean you won't be effected by what is happening around you. But we are the ones that need to be Raising Higher and before the End comes., we shall shine from within 7 times Brighter then the Sun it'self. Be careful not to Blind others with the light., meaning., NEVER take these things and use them against anyone. And always remember that Evil contains within it the Seeds of it's Own Destruction. Sethikus Boza 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtVtvtTuo4Q&list=PLs_F_vpTsWWMB4sBOKypfcPVobHKYGolf

Conspiracy Christmas. Amera Ziganii Rao  

I am going to check out the Archons pieces now. The first sentence freaked me out, so should be compelling. I wonder if that was what was going on yesterday. England nearly had a hurricane. Fucking felt like it. And who knows how those mothafuckas work. I think I am about to find out. Also working on more copy to do with The Sacred Feminine. A book by a couple, beautifully enough, Michael Haag and Veronica Haag. The Da Vinci Code, The Rough Guide To. And then the chapter by Joan Breton Connelly on how Christianity killed female priesthood. 

And I think about you and who you were. The rulers were called Archons too, as we know now. Well, that leads back to what has come out so far. They pampered you into the upper echelons. They would call you the same. Whatever it was, we worked together, until we didnt. 

'Winter past and guilt forgiven'. I am so at peace with The Mother, with The Universe and with the so called dark principle. I am so at peace with who I am and who you are and that you have been as lost as me. Self discovery is a glorious thing. That's why they make sure it's so hard. Fortunately, people like me exist, people like you exist, and the courage to bear the terrible hardships, exist. There is no way I am going to be born into this planet again and if we get it right, neither of us will have to, and the help from the company to all those who can ascend too, will mean they don't have to either. 

I presume at this point that the reptiles cannot be exterminated, so the idea is that we all ascend off this toilet of a planet and leave them to drown in their own evil. That works for me. 

I research and I yearn. But actually this is the best Christmas in my life. I see the kernel of real hope. My return. And your love. 

Love, love, love and love. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013 

Conspiracy Christmas. Amera Ziganii Rao 

Wow. So he is describing the ego to soul ascension as ridding ourselves from being psychically hijacked. 

That does not feel unlike the 'facing yourself' that takes us into ascension in each moment it happens. 

At first hearing I would say that is what happened to me 16 years ago. And probably what happened when I was eight. It is probably what happens in any depression or in the most powefully wounded egos where it does feel like madness, the rage, the negativity, the bitterness. And it is true that the sheer force of one's soul that one has to harness into action is what gets it out. 

You know the process by now too. 

Well, no one has actually said what the ego is and no one has said what creates that mortal husk, other than karmic memory. 

I would say that this sounds highly credulous. Clarissa Pinkola Estes also talks of psychic attacks in The Abandoned Child if you recall. 

As a psycho analytical led spiritual, I would say it is both. 

And the first thing it also tells me is this. The self punishment, especially for the priesthood is extraordinarily strong and destructive. I would say most spiritual training, most personal development actually only backs that up, in its drive for self responsibility. I got angry, despite my belligerent self responsibility. I feel I now know why now. 

'causes us to betray our own humanity'. Exactly. 

Nice. Break through. Push through. Get rid of it all. Misogyny, bourgeoius, ie, the immense shame, the sexual shame, the sensual shame, the fear of showing yourself, the fear of connecting, the fear, the selfishness, the conditional love, it is all from them. And absolutely feeds them like the vampires they are. The single reason why the news and news programming looks and sounds the way it does and why it almost killed me. 

You can almost see them licking their lips at the range and depth of negativity and terror that exists on a daily basis. Loving the relentless agony of existence that we all feel. Disgusting. 

Get rid of that hijacking. Archon or not, the beauty is this. We are powerful enough to shift it. I did it and so can you. So have you, from what I can feel. 

Carry on. My beautiful one. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013 

Conspiracy Christmas. Amera Ziganii Rao  

.....Alchemy indeed. I was appalled by my ego. Getting rid of it was like ripping myself in two. You have been appalled too, by yours even more. Of course, the ego is a reaction to our experiences in this life, but it is the range and depth and complexity  that is so stunning. It is still true that the more powerful the soul, the more powerful the ego. But with this extremely credulous agenda controlling it all, wouldn't they attack the strongest the most? 

I would say so. Again, the super politics is giving me nothing but peace about real Divinity. Basically they have created a forcefield around this planet, the reptiles, that the Archons also were able to get involved with and no one was able to get through, angels if you like, or anyone else. 

There seems to be this idea that we had a Star Trek kind of life on earth, with beings coming and going. That feels really familiar. It would also explain something else. Why these so called intelligent governments make sure that anything ET is regarded as non existent. 

Because their lot are the only ones who should come and go. 

George Orwell's 1984? It doesn't even begin - with due respect to him - to tell the picture. Doesn't matter. It is powerfully bleak stuff. 

But I got out and so can you. So can we all. And maybe for you as the Executioner archetype, the dominant plagued with misogyny and selfishness and Homicidal Selfishness as you have been, this is vital information for you to begin the releasing. 

No, you are not evil. No, you are not consciously bad. You were the tools they needed to create the carnage. The killing of all that is me. The killing of all that is me, was vital too. Because seers see. You didn't know. And now you know more than you ever knew. It was not your fault. Release it. Release it and live. Release it and love. Release it and love sex. Release it and love GOD. 

That should help killing Darth Vader indeed. I'll say.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013 

...."religious belief systems. as if they have embodied themselves in us".....

And if we need proof of propaganda, of course, Nazism is the most perfect example. The shining youth. 10 million people gassed. Little, unpleasant arsehole in charge. Everyone believing. 

It's no one's fault. But totally our responsibility. And heroism has to be commended, for getting over any of these psychic attacks. Let alone, shoving out that mortal husk forever. 

I had one yesterday. An attack that almost defeated me, for real. In the midst of the UK hurricane. Again, and I am sure you have felt this, the stronger we get, the bigger the attacks. Well, psychologically, that could be, spiritually, that could be. With this addition, it most certainly could be.  

Be alert and keep fighting. 

And don't forget, religion aside, Christ energy is around in its most powerful form at this time. They are all with us. And now we know why. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013 

Siren XXXl Pt ll (Artwork) 

....well, well. The Demiurge explained. Head Dracon. The 'God' that all religion serves. The 'God' that everyone is sending positive energy too, to keep strong in its evil. They are nothing if not brilliant. So were the Nazis. 

If you are not exhausted by all of it yet, this is the fourth part of the same series. And indeed, the facing yourself process. AZR

The Archons. Dislocating the Scourge Pt 4 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=caG5UXMPRJs&list=PLs_F_vpTsWWMB4sBOKypfcPVobHKYGolf   

“The ancients envisioned their world in two halves – masculine and feminine. Their gods and goddesses worked to keep a balance of power. Yin and yang. When male and female were balanced there was harmony in the world. When they were imbalanced, there was chaos. This pentacle is representative of the female half of all things – a concept religious historians call the “sacred feminine”. 

The Da Vinci Code. Chapter 6. Dan Brown   

Conspiracy Christmas. Amera Ziganii Rao 

I haven't listened to it all yet, but I can already feel your vibration has dropped through the floor. That means it must be doing it's work. Keep at it, hate me, but know this. Need is not love. You are. Now, the Draconians are not love. You are. And just remember this. Every time you give into hate, you allow them in. Don't. Fight it. I know you still believe, presumably, in control. Control is not love. You are. It will make sense. Enlightenment, as Wayne Dyer says, 'is ego's greatest disappointment'. Be disappointed. Evolve. 

AZR  © 2013

“Sensory perception, multi dimensional and the profound gift of the twin flame”. You get that right? One in about a thousand couples on the entire planet. You get that too, right? The rest of it is quite mediocre really. We have already covered all of it. And much more profoundly, with respect to the guy. Facing yourself to get rid of the Draconian ego my love. Your Ascension. And don’t get too intellectual, as is Jellyfish, remember. Feel the truth. Feel. Don’t live Draconian. Live you. 

AZR © 2013

"Twin flames volunteered" "Twin flames have no karma". 

Black Earth Productions 

....well, that's how I felt at eight too. The total shock of where I had landed and how I felt the drive to find you from then. 

AZR © 2013

Oh. I see. 

AZR © 2013

Tyrannosaurus Rex. Amera Ziganii Rao  

Yes, my other lovely, explain that. Two twin flames. I knew it was too much to understand. And Black Earth Productions has explained the profundity of it all over again. As I say, you might have two twin flames too and so, clearly, does he. I most certainly do. How fucking painful and how scary. I don't know you, I haven't done all the work with you, but yes, I do love you and you know that. 

So, one is 'compatible' and the other is not. Why? Why are there two twin flames and how long is your education and entrance into soul and non Draconian going to take? 

I guess that is not a Hierophant or Sacred Whore High Priestess Hierophant Avatar Valkyrie's place to ask. 

I should be grateful you are still there, but you know we go deeper than that. I have followed every step as I have been told. Priesthood is very direct. 

So here I am with another man who needs to shed his misogyny, unwillingness to love and all the old belief systems. 

No matter. I'm used to the madness and violation. And I am enjoying and enduring massive research as you know. 

You are my twin flame too. I finally accept and begin again. 

Don't forget, you, either. Don't remain in those vibrations. Ascend. Now we know it is not just ego or karma or any of those quite mundane descriptions now. Now we know who is in control of that ego of yours, you are doubly motivated to shift it. 

And, amazingly, enough, you want to love me. You would. I'm great and I am ascended and I am most definitely, destiny, written, pre-written, yours. 

Treat me well. I'm yours. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Jellyfish. Amera Ziganii Rao 

So I guess this one's for you, then, Jellyfish. The why of the why has to be asked. Why, two twin flames, but then, we are all long past being ordinary souls. So that's the first answer. The second is destiny. At first feeling, he and I do not have karma. You and I did. You are nonetheless twin flamed to me too. But he and I don't have that kind of history. That is what I can see first. Peace. AZR © 2013

The Twin Flame. Amera Ziganii Rao  

There is one thing I can say to both of you. 'Marcus Vinicius' and I had karma. We have cleared it. 'Noah' and I have pre-karma. We are from the first. You are both twin flames. 'Noah' and I, truly, have just found each other from the past, now. We are from before karma. That's the difference. And I suppose, reflected in the guided names for both of you. 

Other than that, 'Marcus Vinicius', I am therefore the temporary healer for you, as in Taylor Hackford's Proof of Life. I know what I mean to you and I know what I will always mean to you. I was supposed to heal you and then let you go. Of course, you have healed me too. 

Our karma is apparently done. 

'Noah' and I are from before karma. That is the most appropriate way of saying it. Home could be somewhere else entirely now. Of course, it could be in this hell forever. But that's for tomorrow. 

Peace and love to you both. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013  

Just cause people wanna eat the burger doesn't mean they wanna meet the cow. Navee

Love is omnipresent, meaning that it's everywhere around & within you. It's who you are - your Divine heritage and makeup. Doreen Virtue 

"Failure is success if we learn from it." - Malcolm Forbes 

Christmas storms leave thousands of homes flooded or without power. Guardian News 

Good peops of the twitterdomy thingy. My conversation for 2014 is to pull out your vinyls and party like, er its 1999.Yes its back 2 records. David Dunkley Gyimah 

Anyone doing today on their own and loving it? Sounds relaxing. Derren Brown 

A log fire in the grate, bells on the Christmas tree, garlands, flowers, Harold Pinter 

In 100 years most of what we struggle with today wont matter. So lets rest a little until we see how it all turns out. Rock Christopher 

Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people. -Eleanor Roosevelt 

A lesson is no one time thing. 

They take some time to master.

Besides what all your lesson bring, 

Each time they bring it faster. The Golden Mirror 

"We made the buttons on the screen look so good you'll want to lick them." - Steve Jobs 

"Be Brave, be BOLD, be FREE" - Angelina Jolie 

A room without books is like a body without a soul - Marcus Tullius Cicero 

When life throws you lemons, make orange juice. It will leave them wondering how the hell you did that. ~Author Unknown 

Love and compassion benefit both ourselves and others. Through kindness to others, your heart and mind will be peaceful and open. Dalai Lama 

Of all that is written, I love only what a man (woman) has written with his (her) own blood. Friedrich Nietzsche

Find what you love and let it kill you. Charles Bukowski 

You make a life out of what you have, not what you’re missing. Kate Morton 

Change. One of the hardest lessons in life is letting go. Whether it’s guilt, anger, love, loss, etc. Change is never easy, you fight to hold on, and you fight to let go. Sherry Jones 

Philosophy. Questions that may never be answered. 

Religion. Answers that must never be questioned. 

Choice and Truth 

Changing your life does not always mean that you stop doing certain things. It may mean that you start doing certain other things. What you really want to do is nurture the attitude that you are open to learning more about yourself. Accepting more about yourself. This is what will inspire you to do something new. 

Iyanla Vanzant 

Conspiracy Christmas Misogyny Update. Amera Ziganii Rao  

Of course, nothing has got better just because I have made that vital decision. He is as misogynistic as he. 

Who knows more than me, now, why. 

New Year's Resolution in advance. No more belief in male love. I know who I want now and why, but if any man alive can show real non misogyny, I, for one, shall drop dead in shock. 

I am off to immerse myself in the Sacred Feminine. To talk truth to power is the generic across the board in this world. That is the 'victim' and 'executioner' dynamic. Talking truth to power, frankly, bores me silly now. I intend only to become power now. Just as I have spiritually, so I will now, materially and emotionally and psychologically. 

This girl is entering 2014 completely and utterly solo. 

Amera Ziganii Rao Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity is truly, about total and utter individuality. Don't talk truth to power anymore. Experience that first adult love, the 'twin flame' if you are fortunate enough, and then give it up. Second 'twin flame' or not, the party is over. A woman can only do it once. Because a woman can only believe in male love, out of ignorance. Once. When this much is known, that belief is no longer possible. Belief in healing is a different thing. Watch and learn sort of thing. If you can. 'The Little Mermaid' can only be done once. 

Individuality, despite the extreme telepathy of both connections with the flame, gone and the flame, here, is to become power. And not to negotiate or talk truth to power anymore. Unless one has to. That daily warfare should never be in the home. There's enough of it outside. 

I witnessed my parents marriage of carnage, experienced one of my own and now face the same thing again. Men, sadly, truly, cannot love women. Let's just all accept it. I most certainly intend to and enter global Ascension with my task complete. 

I loved. And I continue to love. Men cannot love women. And if they do, they call it desire. Let's just leave it at that. 

We know how deep it goes now and who the real powers that be are. Misogyny is their greatest weapon against both the entire female species and in particular, the female priesthood. My sympathies. Watch and learn and maybe something will shift. 

The sacrifice to 'make' a man become non misogynistic though is too terrible. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Hierophant Avatar Valkyries have to find another way. Become power ourselves. 

Life is agony. But nowhere more so, than with a human pig. Ultimately, that is all they can be reduced to. A prosaic stereotype. And my privilege is to know every single detail of a man's psyche now. Thanks. 

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013 

Ascension. Amera Ziganii Rao 

The 41 days of Global Ascension have begun. To all those living life, peace and love and indeed, happy Christmas. For those who aren't, you are in Ascension to the ultimate degree. Things will get better. Break out and do what you want. Let go of the old dependencies and trainings and experiences. What will be, will be, at this stage. The homework has been done. No Christmas, but a new 'life' for real. And maybe even life, if it is our destiny. Otherwise, we are Gladiator and that will have to do. You are the real heroes and heroines of this world. Be proud and be courage. It's all we have. Peace, and all the love there is, I send to you. 

Ascension For All. To turn around this cruel and morally bankrupt world of conditional love and hatred. The time is come. It begins now. We are in The Apocalypse. Apocalypse is Ascension. The mystics and shamans have to feel it the most. It's our job. 

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And God Created Woman ll Pt lll (ll). A Self Portrait 

AMERA ZIGANII RAO

A PROFILE 

FEMINIST AND HUMAN RIGHTS, METAPHYSICAL PHILOSOPHER. WRITER. MENTALIST AND ARTIST

AMERA ZIGANII RAO ALCHEMY & LIBERATION & HUMANITY™

The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™

The Super Sacred Father Brother Lover™ 

The Return To The Source. Ascension.

The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™. When we were giants. All of us. When you did more than rape me.

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Neo Feminist™, Post Tribe Social Reformer™ and Sacred Sexualist™. Human Rights Healer. Metaphysical Philosopher, Writer, Spiritual Intelligence Teacher, Hierophant (Interpreter of The Universe) and Mentalist Self Actualiser.

I can help you grow power, from nothing.

Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

The Sacred Whore High Priestess Hierophant™ and Sacred Pimp Warrior Protector, Brother Lover™ Society. The kings and queens of old. Angels and Sorcerers together in each of themselves and in the other. The Wizard life. Forever. Living and loving from The Source. Sourcery, Carlos Castaneda first said. I'll say it again. Sourcerers together. Living a life worth living. At last.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013

Re Writing The Human Race 

Ascension therefore, is as political as spirituality can get. You have to stand up for Eve. Adam has to stand up for Eve. Publicly and completely. The Return to a new Atlantis takes nothing less than that. No one is ascending without the women. Not this time. Because this time, it’s real ascension. Not the male made version. Heaven is on earth. Heaven on earth, is honouring Eve. And honouring The Great Mother Universe that she comes from. To serve you. Honour her. Treat her as you treat yourself. As monarchy. You have to accept FEMALE power, in female. Female POWER. Honour that, you honour Eve. Dishonour that and you get nothing. Ascension cannot be achieved without total equality. It is the original state. Soul. 

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Witches are healers. Witches are the Love Healers and SOURCErers of The Lost World, when we were the giant warriors. We were good and so were were you. 'The World of Men'. The Tribe of Misogyny and Bourgeois™.

Gives us all a bad name. And poisons all hearts.

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Feminist Lolita Intellectuals™. You lucky man. A place at the table, a place at the Executive Table. That's all. The rest is easy.

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THE EVOLUTION OF HUMAN RIGHTS: APPLIED CONSCIOUSNESS™, NEO FEMINISM™, METAPHYSICAL PHILOSOPHY & SACRED SEXUALISM™. POST TRIBE SOCIAL REFORM™. POWER IS THE NEW LOVE. FREEDOM + HOPELESSNESS + SEX. NIHILISM FOR A SUCCESSFUL LIFE™ THE LOST KNOWLEDGE™ THE WIZARDRY OF BEING™ POLITICAL SPIRITUALITY™ TRUE NEW LOVE. BEYOND THE REVOLUTION™

SOCIAL REFORM. THE FIGHT FOR FREEDOM AND LOVE. SHAMANISM. PHILOSOPHY. TRUE (UNIVERSAL) LOVE. NEO FEMINISM™. ANTI MISOGYNY. THE ARTIST'S WAY. WIZARDRY. TRUE INTELLECTUALISM™. WISDOM. GONZO SPIRITUALITY. NIHILISM. SEX. SOUL. GOD, THE MOTHER, THE UNIVERSE™. SPIRITUAL EXISTENTIALISM™. THE VOID OF CREATION™. ALCHEMY & LIBERATION & HUMANITY™. HELL. SUFFERING. GROWTH. ASCENSION. LOVE. LIFE. DEATH. WARLORDS OF LIGHT™ TRUE LOVE & TRUE SEX. THE POST TRIBE SOCIETY™

The Company.

Writer, Speaker and Enlightener, Amera Ziganii Rao, is now putting together a comprehensive and unique programme of Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™. A programme of learning that is specifically about one particular kind of woman. And one particular kind of man. The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, and the true society that they come from and the one they, in particular, she can and has to return to and that anyone can join her and him in. This is about Paradise on Earth.

This is about The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, and the Alchemy and Liberation and Humanity that is for all as a result of their healing and in particular, hers. This is about the kind of woman who is at the bottom of the pile in a Patriarchal Toilet Tribe from Hell Society™, the norm, the conventional world and the world of the Tribe. This is about the kind of man who is next in line from the bottom. The sensitive man and the female chattel. The High Priestess and High Priest of a profane society, that has long forgotten who they are.

This is about being at the bottom of the pile, for the forgotten and strangled shamans, and for her, the story of escape. Abused by her family, her friends, her men, her whole society, by the very nature of who she is and who they are and what has happened on this Earth. It is about women of love, of Spirit and of sex. It is about men of love, of Spirit and of sex. It is about the Cinderellas of this world. It is about the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™. Who she is and how, loving her is the secret to Paradise on Earth and how we have been living a lie for 8000+ years. A lie of male (non High Priest) religion with a male ‘God’ and with Patriarchs and Patriarchal types and Matriarchs and Matriarchal types ruling over us and making our lives hell, all in the name of family, the tribe and the way things are and should remain. Hate, fascism and profanity. A sick society that vilifies, more than anyone else, the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™, just because it was told to. A sick society that calls her Eve. A sick society that has forgotten who we all are, let alone the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™. This is about us remembering and knowing who WE are.

This is a programme of healing for the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™, and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, to take them and particularly, her, from monstrous levels of low self esteem and lack of self knowledge, back to herself and it is a programme for all those who truly want to love her, and indeed, him. This is a programme for the greatest carers on Earth, who are vilified, destroyed, ridiculed, ignored, abused, used, misused and hated for being everything that those who would steal from us are not. This is a programme to turn Cinderellas into The Sacred Whore High Priestesses and for anyone who wants to love her or live by the values of the The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™. And this is a programme to turn sensitive men into Sacred Whore High Priests™ and for anyone who wants to love him and live by the values of the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and High Priest Society. Love, humanity, Spirit and sex. This is a programme to reverse 8000+ years of witch burning, women hating and healer ridicule. This is about the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and all those who would love her and live by her values.

This is about the chance for Paradise on Earth. This is a programme for the most beautiful, kind hearted, wounded women and men on this planet. A programme of how to implement a system of how to beat life, how to survive life and how to resurrect from the grief that is a true life. Alchemy and Liberation and Humanity of the lower mind into the higher mind, the soul and the inner heart and therefore one's true, confident, ‘happy’, successful, creative, sexual, sensual, individual, intelligent, emotionally healed, capable of loving and being loved self. How to turn grief into creation and survive and thrive, despite all the shit, all the pain and all the hurt. How to live in a world of madness, hollowness and cruelty and how to be a winner. How to stand up for oneself and to take back the power that has been stolen from anyone with heart, Spirit and sex. The art and science of Alchemy.

This is a programme, based on my scholarly and non scholarly work over 15 years (so far), if not for my whole life, and my extensive and intense, visceral experiences of self transformation from resignation, cynicism and despair to a state of relative bliss, and above all, the right to be. The programme and the courses and my speaking and indeed my forthcoming book, will cover the method of change. The psychological, sociological, spiritual, cultural, political, emotional and physical and even anthropological methods of change. Why we are here. Who the Sacred Whore High Priestess™ is and why she is here. And who the Sacred Whore High Priest™ is. Why we are here. Who we are and what we are and why we are. The beauty and glory of the truth. The meaning of life, no less. This will be on offer in the future.

My first book of consciousness, my first book of the spiritual politics of humanity, of authentic power and of self love and strength. A comprehensive series of online courses, live events and audio and visual material. Books, live events, CDs and DVDs. And one on one personal empowerment consultations. The Amera Ziganii Rao Method of Change™. The right to be and the way to have the right to be. And indeed, how to maintain the will to live without love. How to BE unconditional, self sufficient, self caring, self love. The right to be and the will to be and the unparalleled success that comes with that. The Lost Knowledge™. HOW to live. And how to heal others, the profane and the sick and the soulless. The others. My Business and that of any Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and Sacred Whore High Priest™, is Human Rights, The Right to a Sexual Society, Self Actualisation and Freedom.

My Business is To Overthrow Fascism, in the Home and in the Country. My business is also mastering destiny. Overthrowing the ultimate 'fascism'. Our journey on Earth and The Return To The Source. Our healing, our ascension and our redemption. Fate. The daily crucifixions of a true life, the challenges and the fury of being healers and people of love on a planet like Earth.

Submitting to the journey to liberate and evolve oneself, through following one's heart, however much heartbreak and devastation it leads to on the long long long journey to freedom and then the longer journey to happiness. 'Long Road to Freedom', as Nelson Mandela says. My business is always taking risks, never giving up and making the endless sacrifices it takes to become whole. Enlightenment, Nirvana and then Parinirvana and beyond. My business is pain. My business is bliss.

My business is seeing the truly glory of Spirit on Earth. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™ and all that it is. Spirit, humanity, sex and love again at last. And the end of our legacy as either servants or witches or unpaid carers or indeed, ignored mistresses, other women, other men even, and the weirdos that are at the bottom of society. This is our world and it is time to take it back and I can show you how. And that makes my life, truly, worth living.

I want you to feel the way I do. Alive, with the right to be and the belligerence to exist in this profane and male ‘God’ led world of male supremacy, female supremacy, domestic, casual fascism, tribe rules from hell, with beautiful and kind, love intelligence laden, female and male Cinderella warriors at the bottom, caring for everyone else and getting nothing but hatred, ridicule and isolation for it. The meek are already inheriting the Earth and I can show you how.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past and I forgive you for becoming enslaved and taken over by the machines of the alien reptile force that invaded and took over Earth 8000 years ago. They taught you to hate me and my kind and you believed them. They told you I and my kind were dictators and that you were slaves, when all we had done was love you, honour you as companions and above all, we had let you just live.

We were the holy communers, the ones who gave birth to human beings, the leaders of society, the creators of society, the vehicles of Divinity on Earth and the channels of wisdom. The ones who looked after everything and the ones who built everything and ran everything, because we could. And because we loved it. We are and were the force of creation. And you loved us and you lived.

But they told you that you ‘deserved’ power too and that we were the ones standing in your way. And you believed them. The oldest ‘divide and rule’ strategy of hate in history and it worked. They used it and you bought it, hook, line and sinker. You had to give up sex, love, magic and your own spiritual gifts and you burnt, destroyed and violated me for 8000 years.

The world calls that male supremacy. And indeed, family supremacy, Matriarchal supremacy and supremacy of the material world and all who believe in it. Men and women like you. When all that you are are slaves to a reptile force to generate hate energy for them to live and thrive and vampire the human race. The puppets of a hate force, that chose to destroy women and men like me, for hate to grow, so they could live. You bought it and it worked. The greatest fraud in the history of the world.

I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past and I forgive you for becoming enslaved and taken over by the machines of the alien reptile force that invaded and took over Earth 8000 years ago. They taught you to hate me and my kind and you believed them. They taught you that my mind was evil. My mind, my sex, my body and my ways of life.

The humanity, the glory of sexuality and the glory of creation and creativity and the glory of Divinity in each and every one of us. Our souls. They taught you that human beings are separate from Divinity, that sex was wrong and that women who have minds of their own are uppity slaves. They vilified us but much much worse than that, they destroyed your relationship with all that is unseen, all that we honour and love.

They taught you to hate what is really God. By teaching you to hate us, you hated all that is good in yourselves. They taught you to hate the light. They taught you to kill us. The daughters of The Universe. The High Priestesses of God. The Spiritual Mothers. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Avatars of The Universe™. The Sacred Army of Love on Earth.

The Shamans, the Mystics and the Communers. The Hierophants.

They called me Eve and blamed me for the downfall of the human race and created the awesome profanity that is religion. Of men, by men and from men. Of reptiles, by reptiles and from reptiles. Christianity, Islam and Judaism and every other philosophy around the world was poisoned. There are no female spiritual leaders left. It is all profanity. They chose you to represent them because they wanted to divide us and they did. They told you to hate me. And you believed them. Now I am back and I forgive you.

I forgive you because I can. Because I came here to save your soul. And because I finally know who I am. I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past. I came here to return your soul to The Source. God, The Mother, The Universe. To return you to what is really God. Because I love you. And because She loves you and your kind, whatever you have done.

Whatever you have done to me and whatever you have done to Her. And most of all, whatever you have done to yourself. We forgive you. This is your redemption. Your freedom and your ascension. We are here to save your soul.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

You bought the Sacred Whore like a piece of meat and you called that a wife. Your trophy wives. Your dancing girls. Your chattel and serving girls. Your piece of beauty. You bought us like you would cattle. Then you called it wives. Now you call it prostitution. The High Priestesses of the real God. You bought us to buy God, The Mother, The Universe and you caged us, separated us from our Divine gifts and skills in the Temple and drove us mad and then lost interest in us, because we had no gifts left, no excitement, no hunter in ourselves and no hope or joy left. Then you just called us mad and discarded us. You called us evil and you call love obedience, even though it had already killed us. You moved into our Temples and you played with the divination tools and thought you communed. The destruction of Atlantis was your gift.

You stole us from God, The Mother, The Universe and you tried to usurp us. You vilified us, enslaved us and you still envy us today. You call it intuition. You might want to think about this when you hate us out of your jealousy. The mystic gene means physical tortuous pain and taking on the empathy of the human race. All their pains, evils and dark thoughts. We see and feel everything. We make crucial sacrifices to be near Spirit and the unseen and we go without for years. To be shaman is not glamour. I make it glamour. To be shaman is a specific Samurai existence, ascetic and harsh. We commune to be guides. And you take that and you shame yourselves because you just want the meat. You didn’t just want the meat. You wanted our beauty of spirit, our personalities and our love and kindness. And you destroyed them, because you caged us and called us wife.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

The High Priestess Sacred Whores, the High Priests and the true protectors. Those who do not have the gift like either the High Priests or especially like the highest of all, the High Priestess Sacred Whores but who honour, protect and facilitate them to the world. Who honour the Shaman Sacred Whores of this world most of all, and who know who they are and who they are not. Who know the difference, who do not envy and who protect and love the representatives of Spirit, GOD, THE MOTHER, THE UNIVERSE, on Earth. Who honour their wisdom and who honour the latent Shaman in themselves too and who honour the communing ability of the High Priestess Sacred Whores. The non violators. Our only friends. The New Society exists. It is called Enlightenment. It is called Love. It is The Holy Grail.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012

The master race. It's all a lie. You are brought up to be a despot king and it is only your sister who ever tells you that you have become a pratt. The master race is all a lie. There are no kings in an equal world. Your father was misinformed. What he brought you up to be was a killer. Pure and simple. A misogynist. A modern misogynist. A polite killer.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011

I enter the magical hours of pure feeling, pure thought, pure imagination and I think and I write and I 'mysticise' the Universe. I escape at will, the truth of my humanless, Samurai solitude, and I pursue the truth of love in myself and in everyone else. I am philosopher. I am shaman. I am alone. I frontier the Soul to be spirit on Earth.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011

Amera Ziganii Rao is a former hard news journalist who is now turning professional with her art forms and indeed, her healing forms, after a long journey of inner searching, self teaching and exploring many layers and areas of both craft and wisdom. She is now working on her first book of philosophy and esoteric thought, and social, cultural and spiritual commentary. She is also showing her first photography collections. And last but most definitely not least, she is building a business to share her Sacred Whore High Priestess Society consciousness and empowering explorations to reach as many people as possible across the world. She is in her forties and lives in London.

Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011

In the meantime, please enjoy this website. I have included many of the subjects I am covering, areas of experience and insight that I will be exploring to the fullest in my book, the courses and all the other work that is to come as a dramatist, novelist and essayist. I also of course, include many of the wise people on this planet, who have come long before me; authors, screen dramatists, playwrights, film makers, artists, and other enlighteners and grand carriers of the wisdom I have found the most helpful on my journey, to find peace and become enlightened. The seemingly impossible journey, in the face of oneself and one’s circumstances. People who have contributed massively to my healing on this mad journey called life, in this insane existence called The Universe. People who have helped to make me as good a carrier of wisdom as I in turn, can be. Thank you.

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Thank you to outside sources for photographs. Darkroomed by Amera Ziganii Rao