Many years passed after having the puzzling dream of my first encounter within the Androita pyramid. It wasn't until meditations two to three decades later, that I finally found out why the moment was so disconcerting. This particular meditation came with the assistance of a little entity I have come to know as Men-Nau-Wai (whom is now comfortable being addressed as "Manu" instead), and a brilliant tool with which she had taken a picture of Lord Viskey in a state of being "superimposed" upon me in my meditative state. When the "astral" image manifested, I was suddenly awash with an incredible flood of emotion that immediately translated into yet another, "more physical" flood of tears from my closed, but "lucidly" watching eyes.
The mystery of the precious metals in that monstrous and dank room originates from the tale of woe and misery that Lord Viskey had left behind in his final moments before becoming human. As it turns out, this first room which we had entered in my dream was considered as the "whipping shed" (so-to-speak) where all of the battles of will between the two dozen lords and their half a million child entities took place. During my dream, I was at least spared the overwhelming sense of depravity that lent to the vibration of the chamber itself. However, it is sometimes quite impossible to sway an inquisitive soul from answers seemingly pertinent to their own gloominess in life...
I admit, I took no satisfaction in knowing that every single lord whom Krista had brought through that doorway was taken through the mood as a "baptism by fire" for healing purposes. The experience for all of us was an indoctrination of sorts, for the purpose of initiating an intimate "memory opening." It was a necessary ordeal so that we could eventually reacquaint ourselves with the children of our making, whom we left abandoned and neglected through the falsities of misguided desires in the millennia before.
It seems that these gold and silver products resulted from the tears of the children as we mercilessly attempted to punish them for being so obstinate and disobedient. The connotations emergent in my subconscious imagery as the most offensive thing (beyond violence) that I have recognized in physical "human nature" - has always been the inability to contribute to society without prioritizing our gift of creative intelligence above financial reward.
To clarify my own subconscious symbology of gold, silver and pearls, is to understand that throughout history, mankind has pursued this psychopathic obsession for such rewards. He has fought for wealth, plundered for it, and connived for it into history, ad infinitum. As I have often repeated, I find this pursuit disgusting and it offends me beyond words that I have to be "roped" into this sentimentality of every failed civilization on record just to make headway through life as a human being myself. For my interpretations of human subconscious attachment, money is indeed, the "root of all evil." Always has been, and until human nature itself can develop its divine integrity enough to exclude monetary rewards altogether and forever, it always will be.
So, there was no coincidence in associating these precious metals to child abuse - or more accurately to the "soul abuse" of our immaculate children. For the "House" Entities and "Galaxy Lords" alike, we were the first witnesses to the corruptions that deviated man from his divine paths. We were witness to "the turning of attention" towards all manner of material rewards throughout the countless ages of religion, industry, and governing powers. I have often cringed at every inclusion, every association of gold and silver into the mortal world of symbolism regardless the cardinal point of origin across the entire globe. While industrial and governmental associations are easier to implicate with material rewards, the religious, spiritual and metaphysical viewpoints are shameful. There is no purpose for a higher being to have a relationship with values associated to metals, precious or otherwise. So why should mankind believe in doing so himself, unless it is just that he implicitly refuses to focus internally and develop his own divine nature?
As we punished them, our immaculate children wept these "worthless" riches for our assault upon their souls. In this meditation, my mind was taken back to the time of Lord Viskey's "first walk" as a mortal, with the words that Terra recited as I sat in the vibration of my chamber;
"...Would I cry for you, O father, all of the golden treasures of your spiritual wealth? ...Even as I am unleashed upon your foes? ... Would these golden tears be the fire of purification for you, instead. And my voice used as the dark functions of secrets and words of power to bend others to your will? ... I give you my tears of gold before I would bend another's will for you."
Every one of the half million child entities voiced the same sentiment to their own fathers, in their own words and way. The voices actually tormented my meditating mind so much that I began to weep as Lord Viskey reluctantly revealed his story of shame that caused his earthbound imprisonment long before my own mortal days.
A young girl by the name of Chae-Eeh-Yawn (easier pronunciation : "Chaiene") had become the spokesperson for the rest of the child entities (of the "Noble" strain) in Androita. She was the first to witness Lord Viskey's transgressions upon the other children. The first to take punishment, and the first to voice her rejection of how they were being treated. In Lord Viskey's absence, she quickly became their guardian and confidante. As if Terra's words weren't sad enough, Chaiene's earliest message was also conjured at this time;
"...Though my eyes pool and water, and shine in this white light of the moon, by your aggravated supplications upon my soul, that I be the daughter of your offenses upon man... You have made us as pure as the cleansing waters of streams ... You suggest I should purge another man's soul with the Divine power of fire (gold) and water (silver) just to purify your own discontent when it is reflected from the hearts and minds of others in you?
This is a fool's quest, my father; my lord... These tears you see, are the only result I shall yield for you. They will be the only objects rendered of your desires. I cry pearls for the sublimation of your instincts. My silver tears are for the perversions of your authority. My keening flows in golden transmutation so long as your conscience decays, and you lack redemption for your torments upon any other soul..."
By the time this meditation had come to an end, I felt the need to cleanse myself and to shake off the profound sense of sadness that I came out of it with. My spiritual lessons indicate that this flush of emotion was just a matter of Byron's Mental Unit catching up with the experience of repressed histories relevant to Lord Viskey's Manasic Permanent Atom. As we go through each physical life evolving, eventually our Atoms will collide. (This is not a matter of "if", but "when"). When the Atoms of our current expression and the Atoms of our higher soul collide, it can be felt as a sense of either depression or one of elation. The sensation is dependent on the divine knowledge being exchanged in the process. Obviously, life itself is a collective of positive experiences as well as negative ones. Yet in the end, all of them have an inherent ability to shape our soul.
The mystery of the precious metals in that monstrous and dank room originates from the tale of woe and misery that Lord Viskey had left behind in his final moments before becoming human. As it turns out, this first room which we had entered in my dream was considered as the "whipping shed" (so-to-speak) where all of the battles of will between the two dozen lords and their half a million child entities took place. During my dream, I was at least spared the overwhelming sense of depravity that lent to the vibration of the chamber itself. However, it is sometimes quite impossible to sway an inquisitive soul from answers seemingly pertinent to their own gloominess in life...
I admit, I took no satisfaction in knowing that every single lord whom Krista had brought through that doorway was taken through the mood as a "baptism by fire" for healing purposes. The experience for all of us was an indoctrination of sorts, for the purpose of initiating an intimate "memory opening." It was a necessary ordeal so that we could eventually reacquaint ourselves with the children of our making, whom we left abandoned and neglected through the falsities of misguided desires in the millennia before.
It seems that these gold and silver products resulted from the tears of the children as we mercilessly attempted to punish them for being so obstinate and disobedient. The connotations emergent in my subconscious imagery as the most offensive thing (beyond violence) that I have recognized in physical "human nature" - has always been the inability to contribute to society without prioritizing our gift of creative intelligence above financial reward.
To clarify my own subconscious symbology of gold, silver and pearls, is to understand that throughout history, mankind has pursued this psychopathic obsession for such rewards. He has fought for wealth, plundered for it, and connived for it into history, ad infinitum. As I have often repeated, I find this pursuit disgusting and it offends me beyond words that I have to be "roped" into this sentimentality of every failed civilization on record just to make headway through life as a human being myself. For my interpretations of human subconscious attachment, money is indeed, the "root of all evil." Always has been, and until human nature itself can develop its divine integrity enough to exclude monetary rewards altogether and forever, it always will be.
So, there was no coincidence in associating these precious metals to child abuse - or more accurately to the "soul abuse" of our immaculate children. For the "House" Entities and "Galaxy Lords" alike, we were the first witnesses to the corruptions that deviated man from his divine paths. We were witness to "the turning of attention" towards all manner of material rewards throughout the countless ages of religion, industry, and governing powers. I have often cringed at every inclusion, every association of gold and silver into the mortal world of symbolism regardless the cardinal point of origin across the entire globe. While industrial and governmental associations are easier to implicate with material rewards, the religious, spiritual and metaphysical viewpoints are shameful. There is no purpose for a higher being to have a relationship with values associated to metals, precious or otherwise. So why should mankind believe in doing so himself, unless it is just that he implicitly refuses to focus internally and develop his own divine nature?
As we punished them, our immaculate children wept these "worthless" riches for our assault upon their souls. In this meditation, my mind was taken back to the time of Lord Viskey's "first walk" as a mortal, with the words that Terra recited as I sat in the vibration of my chamber;
"...Would I cry for you, O father, all of the golden treasures of your spiritual wealth? ...Even as I am unleashed upon your foes? ... Would these golden tears be the fire of purification for you, instead. And my voice used as the dark functions of secrets and words of power to bend others to your will? ... I give you my tears of gold before I would bend another's will for you."
Every one of the half million child entities voiced the same sentiment to their own fathers, in their own words and way. The voices actually tormented my meditating mind so much that I began to weep as Lord Viskey reluctantly revealed his story of shame that caused his earthbound imprisonment long before my own mortal days.
A young girl by the name of Chae-Eeh-Yawn (easier pronunciation : "Chaiene") had become the spokesperson for the rest of the child entities (of the "Noble" strain) in Androita. She was the first to witness Lord Viskey's transgressions upon the other children. The first to take punishment, and the first to voice her rejection of how they were being treated. In Lord Viskey's absence, she quickly became their guardian and confidante. As if Terra's words weren't sad enough, Chaiene's earliest message was also conjured at this time;
"...Though my eyes pool and water, and shine in this white light of the moon, by your aggravated supplications upon my soul, that I be the daughter of your offenses upon man... You have made us as pure as the cleansing waters of streams ... You suggest I should purge another man's soul with the Divine power of fire (gold) and water (silver) just to purify your own discontent when it is reflected from the hearts and minds of others in you?
This is a fool's quest, my father; my lord... These tears you see, are the only result I shall yield for you. They will be the only objects rendered of your desires. I cry pearls for the sublimation of your instincts. My silver tears are for the perversions of your authority. My keening flows in golden transmutation so long as your conscience decays, and you lack redemption for your torments upon any other soul..."
By the time this meditation had come to an end, I felt the need to cleanse myself and to shake off the profound sense of sadness that I came out of it with. My spiritual lessons indicate that this flush of emotion was just a matter of Byron's Mental Unit catching up with the experience of repressed histories relevant to Lord Viskey's Manasic Permanent Atom. As we go through each physical life evolving, eventually our Atoms will collide. (This is not a matter of "if", but "when"). When the Atoms of our current expression and the Atoms of our higher soul collide, it can be felt as a sense of either depression or one of elation. The sensation is dependent on the divine knowledge being exchanged in the process. Obviously, life itself is a collective of positive experiences as well as negative ones. Yet in the end, all of them have an inherent ability to shape our soul.