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Decahedron5D
Hello, my name is Decahedron5D! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Prelude At three months old I had a near death experience at the hands of my mother. A part of me was looking down on the pram as I was throttled and shaken till I went blue and limp. After Mum strode away with a grim look to her face, I re-entered the small body and took the first breath of a new life whose birth was that singular, traumatic event. This experience remained buried deep in my psyche for many years until my own daughter reached the same age, when it suddenly re-vivified. I re-experienced every moment in total clarity. I could see every stone in the concrete beneath the pram, the grain in the wood on the trellis fence and even, somehow, the ball bearings inside the pram wheel hub; every detail was super-real as I gazed down upon my lifeless body. The baby that died that day was cacooned even deeper in the psyche behind an impenetrable barrier of the crystallised negativity of that moment, shutting off that conduit to the loving unity of true birth and along with it, much of my natural emotional response. Upon the realisation, I was confronted with the stark horror, shock, betrayal, confusion, disgust, blame, loss of self worth and went through every emotion imaginable. With much meditation, I finally understood that Mum had acted beyond her conscious control and that she, too, had been the victim of childhood abuse that she was in denial of. I achieved a state of understanding and forgiveness, yet still could not penetrate the barrier to the true centre of my heart. Years passed and then an amazing series of synchronous events found me hanging from a crashed lorry by my thumb, which was trapped in the door. The dozen or so people who had rushed in to help were running away, cowering and screaming, "Fire! She's going to blow.". I believed every second was to be my last and I was groping with my free hand for my pen knife to cut my off thumb, which I believed must be mangled beyond recovery. The driver of the crashed lorry did rush back to free me, the lorry never did blow and my thumb was miraculously completely undamaged. As I told the tale to one and all, there came a point where I realised that I was seeing the event from several hundred feet above and behind my body. I recognised that this was the same witness that had been watching when I was a baby. I had the awareness of being in the body and in the witness at the same time. I ran the scene in slow motion and experienced the point where the two came back together. This was a profound experience and, for the first time, I broke through the barrier I had erected and I felt the love that was my birthright come flooding through. I returned to being in the witness of both events and realised that there was a higher entity witnessing the witness, a very spiritual and noble being. The strangest part of this entity was a crest on the head that was like an oversized bicycle racing helmet that came to a point at the back. I was curious about this and wondered what it was made of, was it heavy, how did it evolve? I named the entity Horace, just because it seemed right. I had not realised before but, as I write this, I suddenly see the similarity of Horace with Horus, the Egyptian deity, and on checking the web find that Horus is depicted with just such a head piece, although I did not consciously know this when I had these experiences. Having tasted my root cause, I begin the process of removing more limitations to access that inner freedom and this was mirrored in my life by following the Freeman-on-the-Land route of taking greater personal responsibility. I am no longer a trapped child of the state, I am an adult and, no longer, do I need the nanny state to care for and control me. Many thanks to Mary Croft ( http://www.hackcanada.com/canadian/freedom/mary_croft.pdf ) for opening the door to this idea and Freeman-on-the-Land Forum Gateway for continuing it. Then I find Bashar, an entity channelled by Daryl Anka, and, during one of his meditations, I experience the following: Fugue I am directed to a place of meditation. I try several places; a beach with palm trees and crashing surf, a cold windswept mountain top, a flowery meadow with birdsong, a woodland glade in cooling shade, riding clouds, splashing waterfall, the middle of a volcano, which I found relaxing and invigorating, then settle to floating in space high above the Milky Way as this is so peaceful and the galaxy is beautiful. I hear the words, "invite it in for a cup of tea.", and a table appears before me with checkered cloth and raku-glazed teapot and cups, all floating high above the beautiful swirl of stars. 'God' walks in and sits opposite me. I gaze into his eyes which are dancing with the light of merriment. My eyes begin to prick with tears. 'God' smiles. The tears flow at the impact of this love. We look at each other and say nothing. There is nothing to say, no questions to ask, no answers to be had. In that moment, I realise that the highest part of me that I am experiencing shares the same omniscience with 'God'. 'God' grinned at me and we put our elbows on the table and begin to arm wrestle. We are both laughing joyously and we are equal in strength, omnipotent. 'God' and I rise together from the table, link arms and dance in a circle. As we dance and skip, our feet kick up the fabric of space and a galaxy is formed beneath our feet. We share the same divine creativity. I come out of the meditation inspired, empowered and filled with love. Coda In the meditation, 'God' appears as Horace which I realise is the highest manifestation I can recognise in this moment. As I come out of meditation, in a single moment, my previous questions are answered. The collective race, of which Horace is a part, grow hair as normal in childhood, experimenting with different styles, and, at puberty, an individual style crystallises and the hairs begin thicken and to grow side shoots, twigs if you like, which inter-link and set the crest for life. So the crest is as light as hair and can be moved to different orientations by the scalp muscles signifying different expressions and the fine network of filaments acts as an antennae for higher energy vibrations, acting almost as a second brain. I realise in all of this that we are all made in the image of 'God' in that our true selves have all the same qualities and potentialities as 'God'. We are all 'God', each experiencing our own perspectives of the One that is All for we are all One.
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