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The Secret Life Of Fairies
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a reply to: Raggedyman
Maybe because the name Jesus is associated with the Church's crusades and inquisition which sought to torture and kill anyone who believed in such things as fairies.
Religion has closed our minds to everything. Such as yourself, which so easily labels everything as "satan's minions" or evil.
Maybe because the name Jesus is associated with the Church's crusades and inquisition which sought to torture and kill anyone who believed in such things as fairies.
Religion has closed our minds to everything. Such as yourself, which so easily labels everything as "satan's minions" or evil.
Flyingthroughlife's suggestion of proxy war, is to me not unlikely. So my thoughts I shall put here.
As a wise man said earlier in this thread, context is important. So is perspective.
Of the (deceased) girls I care for and protect are what we may call a clan. They have historical bloodlines to which they connect. These bloodlines are geographically within the British Isles. These bloodlines are maternal.
The fae (fairies) that accompany these girls are also what we may call a clan. They number in three figures. The definition of the word "clan" as used here is the fairy "bloodline" as per parthenogenesis reproduction. So for example: 1 > 6 > 36 > 216 members of the fairy clan.
We can also say this is true of the Arthurian stories of Guinevere, Merlin, Arthur and the Lady of The lake. The legend of the Once and Future King would be another fairy clan and their human maternal bloodlines.
Image attribution: Rodw, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons
On top of a tor is an odd place for a church. Perhaps an object of suppression.
So we can say my girls and their fairies are only one example of many clans spread across the British Isles. Each clan could be called a garden, a fairy garden. There are many fairy gardens across the British Isles.
The Mystery Schools and the occult groups are secretive so I would not know much about them except to say: I would call them: fairy garden raiders.
Dark Journalist did a program that focuses upon Alice in Wonderland as an esoteric work, the mystery schools, and in particular a European occult group he calls The Orphic Circle. The Orphic Circle used young girls between the ages of nine and fourteen as somnambulist trance mediums. DJ goes into this quite deeply in his own way and his perspective.
I found it interesting and relative to the subject of fairies and their girls, the human occultists who would make use of them, and perhaps shed light on a proxy war.
The first fifteen minutes of the video gets to the point.
As a wise man said earlier in this thread, context is important. So is perspective.
Of the (deceased) girls I care for and protect are what we may call a clan. They have historical bloodlines to which they connect. These bloodlines are geographically within the British Isles. These bloodlines are maternal.
The fae (fairies) that accompany these girls are also what we may call a clan. They number in three figures. The definition of the word "clan" as used here is the fairy "bloodline" as per parthenogenesis reproduction. So for example: 1 > 6 > 36 > 216 members of the fairy clan.
We can also say this is true of the Arthurian stories of Guinevere, Merlin, Arthur and the Lady of The lake. The legend of the Once and Future King would be another fairy clan and their human maternal bloodlines.
The Tor seems to have been called Ynys yr Afalon (meaning "The Isle of Avalon") by the Britons and is believed by some, including the 12th and 13th century writer Gerald of Wales, to be the Avalon of Arthurian legend.
The Tor has been associated with the name Avalon, and identified with King Arthur, since the alleged discovery of his and Queen Guinevere's neatly labelled coffins in 1191, recounted by Gerald of Wales.
Author Christopher L. Hodapp asserts in his book The Templar Code for Dummies that Glastonbury Tor is one of the possible locations of the Holy Grail, because it is close to the monastery that housed the Nanteos Cup.
With the 19th century resurgence of interest in Celtic mythology, the Tor became associated with Gwyn ap Nudd, the first Lord of the Otherworld (Annwn) and later King of the Fairies. The Tor came to be represented as an entrance to Annwn or to Avalon, the land of the fairies. The Tor is supposedly a gateway into "The Land of the Dead (Avalon)".
Source wikipedia
Image attribution: Rodw, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons
On top of a tor is an odd place for a church. Perhaps an object of suppression.
So we can say my girls and their fairies are only one example of many clans spread across the British Isles. Each clan could be called a garden, a fairy garden. There are many fairy gardens across the British Isles.
The Mystery Schools and the occult groups are secretive so I would not know much about them except to say: I would call them: fairy garden raiders.
Dark Journalist did a program that focuses upon Alice in Wonderland as an esoteric work, the mystery schools, and in particular a European occult group he calls The Orphic Circle. The Orphic Circle used young girls between the ages of nine and fourteen as somnambulist trance mediums. DJ goes into this quite deeply in his own way and his perspective.
I found it interesting and relative to the subject of fairies and their girls, the human occultists who would make use of them, and perhaps shed light on a proxy war.
The first fifteen minutes of the video gets to the point.
edit on 12-6-2021 by NobodySpecial268 because: added more to the story of the Once and Future King
I have listened to DJ and his program Alice X in CERN another time, and feel that he picks up where were are now in this fairy tread.
One might consider this now concludes the equivalent of my very, very, long opening post. This now covers what I initially wanted to say. Therefore what I know of the (fae?) aetheric bio-engineers whom I call Wednesdays shall be an addendum in good time.
Feel free to ask me questions and participate in this thread. If I know the answer I will answer if I can.
Many questions remain. One of those questions is what the "conflict" really is, and who are the players behind the scenes.
One might consider this now concludes the equivalent of my very, very, long opening post. This now covers what I initially wanted to say. Therefore what I know of the (fae?) aetheric bio-engineers whom I call Wednesdays shall be an addendum in good time.
Feel free to ask me questions and participate in this thread. If I know the answer I will answer if I can.
Many questions remain. One of those questions is what the "conflict" really is, and who are the players behind the scenes.
edit on 12-6-2021 by NobodySpecial268 because: neatness
a reply to: NobodySpecial268
NobodySpecial268,
I think you are very right, this line of thinking we may go down here will open a can of worms (or several).
I’ve spent some time thinking about how to best approach laying out this framework to you in a way that would be most streamline, and strangely some rust has been knocked of old memories recently which has helped provide me with some clarity on how to do this.
Here is my tentative plan to present this information to you:
- Proposed creation of the bond: I will provide you a possible case of the creation of this fairy-man connection. I’ll do that with us reviewing the biblical story of Samson and Delilah. (In doing so, I think it may provides insights into the nature of this shadowing conflict we have been discussing).
- Proposed mechanics of the bond and the role of the fairy-man connection: I’ll give an assessment of the long term impacts of this bond and a theoretical framework for how it works and is employed.
- If time permits or is indicated, you and I can do a deep dive into any specific aspects of this framework and discuss how it may relate to the macro level events we have discussed as well as well as how it may interconnect with some of your personal experiences with this fae/spiritual world.
Keep it mind, everything presented will be a hybrid of theory, history, personal/tangible life experiences, less tangible fragments of memories and other elements in my life I have had difficulty comprehending, and a healthy dose of conjecture.
I do want to give some background on the story of Samson and Delilah I’m about to share. The story you will read below is something I wrote 7 years ago and had forgotten about until recently. The story behind it is I was working one night and had YouTube playing music in shuffle. This obscure song came on:
youtu.be...
Completely out of character, I began to get incredibly emotional and a narrative began playing in my head. I started frantically writing, putting together a roughly 3k word short story of the account of these biblical events through Samson’s personal view. I do not read the Bible (atleast not since I was a kid), I do not think about biblical stories, and I do not have any prior experience writing short stories in first person narrative reimagining historic/biblical events - very out of character for me.
I start with this story because I had always assumed there was a connection to Delilah and Lilith, assuming it was just in regards allegory and similar root names. However, with the information you have shared on this thread I now I realize this connection is the cornerstone for understanding and tying together all these threads and bits of information/theory I have been trying to make sense of for years.
With a quick Google search, I found this information from www.abarim-publications.com...
“Whatever the reason (or intended meaning), the name Delilah as it is written looks like it contains the word לילה (layela), meaning night, and that evokes an association with the name of the fabulous night creature Lilith”
“For a meaning of the name Delilah, NOBSE Study Bible Name List reads an enthusiastic Lustful (although in the Bible there are no references to sexuality close to this root). Jones' Dictionary of Old Testament Proper Names refers to the above mentioned root but then concludes in a curious reading of Delicate.
Here at Abarim Publications we surmise that the name Delilah conveys the Philistine mission to extract the secret of Hebrew strength by any means possible, or rather, how the strength of the Hebrews might be annulled. The strain Delilah puts on Samson is captured in her name, Hanger, Vertical Transporter, and her ultimate achievement to separate Samson from his long hair appears to tell how anything young and enticing may lure an ancient society into foregoing its traditions.”
Bottom line up front: I am beginning to believe Delilah was a human host/partner for Lilith or one of Lilith’s copies/daughters.
Vertical transporter…. How fascinating… we will come back to that in my assessment after the story is posted because this connection to what I have been intending to write is blowing my mind alittle but right now.
Now for me to post my story….
NobodySpecial268,
I think you are very right, this line of thinking we may go down here will open a can of worms (or several).
I’ve spent some time thinking about how to best approach laying out this framework to you in a way that would be most streamline, and strangely some rust has been knocked of old memories recently which has helped provide me with some clarity on how to do this.
Here is my tentative plan to present this information to you:
- Proposed creation of the bond: I will provide you a possible case of the creation of this fairy-man connection. I’ll do that with us reviewing the biblical story of Samson and Delilah. (In doing so, I think it may provides insights into the nature of this shadowing conflict we have been discussing).
- Proposed mechanics of the bond and the role of the fairy-man connection: I’ll give an assessment of the long term impacts of this bond and a theoretical framework for how it works and is employed.
- If time permits or is indicated, you and I can do a deep dive into any specific aspects of this framework and discuss how it may relate to the macro level events we have discussed as well as well as how it may interconnect with some of your personal experiences with this fae/spiritual world.
Keep it mind, everything presented will be a hybrid of theory, history, personal/tangible life experiences, less tangible fragments of memories and other elements in my life I have had difficulty comprehending, and a healthy dose of conjecture.
I do want to give some background on the story of Samson and Delilah I’m about to share. The story you will read below is something I wrote 7 years ago and had forgotten about until recently. The story behind it is I was working one night and had YouTube playing music in shuffle. This obscure song came on:
youtu.be...
Completely out of character, I began to get incredibly emotional and a narrative began playing in my head. I started frantically writing, putting together a roughly 3k word short story of the account of these biblical events through Samson’s personal view. I do not read the Bible (atleast not since I was a kid), I do not think about biblical stories, and I do not have any prior experience writing short stories in first person narrative reimagining historic/biblical events - very out of character for me.
I start with this story because I had always assumed there was a connection to Delilah and Lilith, assuming it was just in regards allegory and similar root names. However, with the information you have shared on this thread I now I realize this connection is the cornerstone for understanding and tying together all these threads and bits of information/theory I have been trying to make sense of for years.
With a quick Google search, I found this information from www.abarim-publications.com...
“Whatever the reason (or intended meaning), the name Delilah as it is written looks like it contains the word לילה (layela), meaning night, and that evokes an association with the name of the fabulous night creature Lilith”
“For a meaning of the name Delilah, NOBSE Study Bible Name List reads an enthusiastic Lustful (although in the Bible there are no references to sexuality close to this root). Jones' Dictionary of Old Testament Proper Names refers to the above mentioned root but then concludes in a curious reading of Delicate.
Here at Abarim Publications we surmise that the name Delilah conveys the Philistine mission to extract the secret of Hebrew strength by any means possible, or rather, how the strength of the Hebrews might be annulled. The strain Delilah puts on Samson is captured in her name, Hanger, Vertical Transporter, and her ultimate achievement to separate Samson from his long hair appears to tell how anything young and enticing may lure an ancient society into foregoing its traditions.”
Bottom line up front: I am beginning to believe Delilah was a human host/partner for Lilith or one of Lilith’s copies/daughters.
Vertical transporter…. How fascinating… we will come back to that in my assessment after the story is posted because this connection to what I have been intending to write is blowing my mind alittle but right now.
Now for me to post my story….
a reply to: Flyingthroughlife
Samson’s Account - Part 1
Four chapters. My entire life was paraphrased in four chapters. It’s a funny thing how my experiences on the Earth, my entire existence amongst the living, can be reduced to such a trivial four chapters in a book of the Bible most human beings throughout history most likely have only flipped past to the more recognized stories of the Hebrews and Christians. Hearing the diluted and distorted story of my life occasionally repeated in synagogues, school, and churches for some ambiguous teaching point makes me wish those four chapters were never written, or were at least thrown out at Nicaea with all the other stories that didn’t jive with the high and mighty religious leaders at that time.
Better to be forgotten then misunderstood, at least that’s what I believe.
So with that being said, I thought I would at least make the attempt to pass my story along to the world, or rather, to anyone who had heard my story and felt like maybe there was more to me. In my heart I know no one really cares, as I am dead and gone, but maybe, just maybe, there are people out there who believe a human being should always be more than just four chapters in an old book. If you are one of those people, I hope my story is something you will find some value in.
As you read my story, I hope you take the time to pull out the “canonized” version to keep nearby as a reference. If you are reading the more “holy” version right now to familiarize yourself with what I am talking about, you will see my first complaint with how my life was paraphrased; the horrible writing. My God, you could not have picked a priest who actually had some minor grasp on story telling? I’ll suppress my feelings on that topic for the sake of staying on my original intent, but I hope that even if you don’t find any value in my own story you will at the minimum extend me sympathy for the poor writing used in the oh-so detailed four chapter account of my life.
I suppose I should follow the sequence of events of what is written of me in the Bible, and start with giving you some back story. I was born in a conquered and occupied country. The Philistines had crushed the government and military of my parents. Such an event had made my parents and their fellow countrymen the losers, and the victors had quickly moved into the land to build fresh lives in their newly acquired real estate. It’s an odd thing being brought into a world filled with nothing but pain, jealousy, broken egos, and raw hatred. A kid should never be exposed to those things. It’s an emptiness of the heart that only children born in a defeated nation can ever fully comprehend.
My parents believed me to be a gift from God; an instrument of His to be used to aid them and their people to make up for their disastrous defeat at the Philistines’ hands. Whether they were actually visited by God or not, I cannot say, but regardless, I was to be raised as a Nazarite. A Nazarite… for those of you who don’t know what that it I suggest you look up the definition, for I’m sure there are plenty of thoughts and feelings on that term by scholars across the ages. For me, being predestined to be a Nazarite before I was even born was a sentence to a life of sorrow. Whatever freedom I might have experienced in forging my own life was stripped from me before I left my mother’s womb. My parents viewed me as a secret weapon, a child whose sole purpose in life was to crush the Philistines and make their people the “winners” of the generations old conflict between those two nations.
I would be raised being told daily I was blessed by the Lord so I could deliver my parent’s people. “Blessed”, it’s a funny way to describe the power to take another human’s life, and I quickly realized as a child by “deliver” they meant kill as many of the invaders as possible. Ironically, no part of my “blessing” gave me the tools I would have required should my actual purpose in life had been to free my parent’s nation from occupation. I was never taught diplomacy, civil management, military strategy, or the importance of being able to inspire your fellow countrymen. I was viewed as nothing more than blunt instrument of war. Simply responding with atrocities with more atrocities solves nothing, but I would never be told that by my parents.
When I was a young man, I fell in love with a Philistine girl who lived nearby. I wanted to marry her, but my strength was no deterrent to the hatred between my people and the Philistines. Neither family approved of the marriage. When the marriage crumbled under the stress of the hatred between the two opposing factions, I was confronted by a group of Philistine men eager to make an example out of me. I responded in the only way I had been raised to respond: with violence. I was young, emotional, and did not quite understand how insanely easy it was for me to kill. I could kill without even thinking about it. There was no escalation of force, for killing was as easy and natural to me as breathing. As a result, the quarrel between me and the Philistines resulted in men dying; a lot of them. The Philistines demanded retribution, and since they could not extract it on me, they extracted it on my would-be wife and her father. I was invincible. I knew it. The Philistines knew it. However, those who I cared about were not. And through my loved ones, people could strike back at me.
Not knowing what to do, I headed towards an area more heavily populated with my countrymen. I was a Nazarite, prophesied to lead them out of bondage; surely they would rally behind me and crush any Philistine opposition. Or so I thought… My countrymen cared nothing of what I had just experienced, and even less about freeing themselves from Philistine rule. They decided to turn me over to the Philistine and resume their normal lives, hiding under the illusion of safety. I was abandoned by the very people I was supposedly sent by God to save.
When the Philistine arrived to take me into custody, the rage inside of me had swelled to deadly portions. There were over a thousand Philistines there to take me in; I knew I would kill them all. There is nothing Godly or “holy” about smashing in the skulls of over a thousand men with a blunt object. Not all of them died right away, and the valley rang of the screams of hundreds of men as they died slowly from their wounds and dehydration. The Bible says I was filled with the Spirit of the Lord as I killed those men. I was there, the only thing I was filled with was rage and blind hatred. There was no god there that day, and if there was, it would be no god I would suggest you pray to.
So much wonton death, it’s painful even now to recall. The blood of over a thousand men hung to me as I wandered. I had nowhere to go. The countrymen I was supposedly sent by God to “free” had made it clear they were happy sheep under the rule of the Philistines and would rather see me dead then to have to risk sacrificing their perceived safety. I had no interest in fighting a war for a population who wanted nothing to do with liberty and freedom from an occupying force. The prophecy and grand purpose of my existence which my parents had forced me to believe was a lie. I was alone in the world, truly alone.
Samson’s Account - Part 1
Four chapters. My entire life was paraphrased in four chapters. It’s a funny thing how my experiences on the Earth, my entire existence amongst the living, can be reduced to such a trivial four chapters in a book of the Bible most human beings throughout history most likely have only flipped past to the more recognized stories of the Hebrews and Christians. Hearing the diluted and distorted story of my life occasionally repeated in synagogues, school, and churches for some ambiguous teaching point makes me wish those four chapters were never written, or were at least thrown out at Nicaea with all the other stories that didn’t jive with the high and mighty religious leaders at that time.
Better to be forgotten then misunderstood, at least that’s what I believe.
So with that being said, I thought I would at least make the attempt to pass my story along to the world, or rather, to anyone who had heard my story and felt like maybe there was more to me. In my heart I know no one really cares, as I am dead and gone, but maybe, just maybe, there are people out there who believe a human being should always be more than just four chapters in an old book. If you are one of those people, I hope my story is something you will find some value in.
As you read my story, I hope you take the time to pull out the “canonized” version to keep nearby as a reference. If you are reading the more “holy” version right now to familiarize yourself with what I am talking about, you will see my first complaint with how my life was paraphrased; the horrible writing. My God, you could not have picked a priest who actually had some minor grasp on story telling? I’ll suppress my feelings on that topic for the sake of staying on my original intent, but I hope that even if you don’t find any value in my own story you will at the minimum extend me sympathy for the poor writing used in the oh-so detailed four chapter account of my life.
I suppose I should follow the sequence of events of what is written of me in the Bible, and start with giving you some back story. I was born in a conquered and occupied country. The Philistines had crushed the government and military of my parents. Such an event had made my parents and their fellow countrymen the losers, and the victors had quickly moved into the land to build fresh lives in their newly acquired real estate. It’s an odd thing being brought into a world filled with nothing but pain, jealousy, broken egos, and raw hatred. A kid should never be exposed to those things. It’s an emptiness of the heart that only children born in a defeated nation can ever fully comprehend.
My parents believed me to be a gift from God; an instrument of His to be used to aid them and their people to make up for their disastrous defeat at the Philistines’ hands. Whether they were actually visited by God or not, I cannot say, but regardless, I was to be raised as a Nazarite. A Nazarite… for those of you who don’t know what that it I suggest you look up the definition, for I’m sure there are plenty of thoughts and feelings on that term by scholars across the ages. For me, being predestined to be a Nazarite before I was even born was a sentence to a life of sorrow. Whatever freedom I might have experienced in forging my own life was stripped from me before I left my mother’s womb. My parents viewed me as a secret weapon, a child whose sole purpose in life was to crush the Philistines and make their people the “winners” of the generations old conflict between those two nations.
I would be raised being told daily I was blessed by the Lord so I could deliver my parent’s people. “Blessed”, it’s a funny way to describe the power to take another human’s life, and I quickly realized as a child by “deliver” they meant kill as many of the invaders as possible. Ironically, no part of my “blessing” gave me the tools I would have required should my actual purpose in life had been to free my parent’s nation from occupation. I was never taught diplomacy, civil management, military strategy, or the importance of being able to inspire your fellow countrymen. I was viewed as nothing more than blunt instrument of war. Simply responding with atrocities with more atrocities solves nothing, but I would never be told that by my parents.
When I was a young man, I fell in love with a Philistine girl who lived nearby. I wanted to marry her, but my strength was no deterrent to the hatred between my people and the Philistines. Neither family approved of the marriage. When the marriage crumbled under the stress of the hatred between the two opposing factions, I was confronted by a group of Philistine men eager to make an example out of me. I responded in the only way I had been raised to respond: with violence. I was young, emotional, and did not quite understand how insanely easy it was for me to kill. I could kill without even thinking about it. There was no escalation of force, for killing was as easy and natural to me as breathing. As a result, the quarrel between me and the Philistines resulted in men dying; a lot of them. The Philistines demanded retribution, and since they could not extract it on me, they extracted it on my would-be wife and her father. I was invincible. I knew it. The Philistines knew it. However, those who I cared about were not. And through my loved ones, people could strike back at me.
Not knowing what to do, I headed towards an area more heavily populated with my countrymen. I was a Nazarite, prophesied to lead them out of bondage; surely they would rally behind me and crush any Philistine opposition. Or so I thought… My countrymen cared nothing of what I had just experienced, and even less about freeing themselves from Philistine rule. They decided to turn me over to the Philistine and resume their normal lives, hiding under the illusion of safety. I was abandoned by the very people I was supposedly sent by God to save.
When the Philistine arrived to take me into custody, the rage inside of me had swelled to deadly portions. There were over a thousand Philistines there to take me in; I knew I would kill them all. There is nothing Godly or “holy” about smashing in the skulls of over a thousand men with a blunt object. Not all of them died right away, and the valley rang of the screams of hundreds of men as they died slowly from their wounds and dehydration. The Bible says I was filled with the Spirit of the Lord as I killed those men. I was there, the only thing I was filled with was rage and blind hatred. There was no god there that day, and if there was, it would be no god I would suggest you pray to.
So much wonton death, it’s painful even now to recall. The blood of over a thousand men hung to me as I wandered. I had nowhere to go. The countrymen I was supposedly sent by God to “free” had made it clear they were happy sheep under the rule of the Philistines and would rather see me dead then to have to risk sacrificing their perceived safety. I had no interest in fighting a war for a population who wanted nothing to do with liberty and freedom from an occupying force. The prophecy and grand purpose of my existence which my parents had forced me to believe was a lie. I was alone in the world, truly alone.
a reply to: Flyingthroughlife
Samson’s Account - Part 2
The end of journey brought me to Gaza, and a bitter-sweet tragic end it would be. All the super strength in the world was useless in the face of the dissolution of any hope I might have once had. My end was near, and I thought there was nothing for me in that life. And then, in that darkest abyss of my depression, she came. After all the heartache, the killing, and abandonment, she brought the light back into my life and gave me a reason to want to live. Her name was Delilah, and I loved her with all my heart.
I’m going to keep most of the details to myself for my time with her was the one treasure I can claim from my time on the Earth and I keep it close to my heart , but I will say that from the time we first met I knew we were meant to be together. She listened to the horrors of my past and I listened to the horrors of hers. We shared our dreams and our hopes for the future, and divulged to each other our passions for what the world could be if only we could be in charge for a day. We cried, laughed, kissed, and loved in such a way it is not possible to ever properly convey it in words to give it justice, and I dare not try in fear even the slightest grammatical mistake would cheapen the magic of the love we shared .
My time with Delilah was my saving grace, but as the Biblical account of my story goes, it was also my doom. Love, regardless how strong and true it is, is still susceptible to the evil intentions of the world. The Philistine government wanted me dead, and once they heard I was in Gaza they quickly determined Delilah would be their tool to orchestrating my death. They pressured her to find my weakness, and the focus of the entire philistine government was soon on Delilah to ensure she would provide them with the means to make me pay for my past transgressions against them.
How was she pressured into doing such a thing? Well, probably in the same way all cruel and corrupt governments pressure individuals to play along with their twisted political objectives. In the end, it doesn’t matter the how extreme the pressure on Delilah was or wasn’t to betray me. Her government had decided I needed to die, and that she would be the one to ensure that happened. Our roles were assigned. I delayed telling her, but if I wanted Delilah to live, it was only a matter of time before I told her what she needed to know for her life depended on her ability to find a way to weaken me. While my “blessing” made me a killer, it did not give me the strength I needed to be a protector. I could only ever be certain of protecting myself from the cruelty of the Philistines, and I knew I could never truly protect Delilah so much from an entire nation bent on my destruction.
I waited as long as I could, but the time eventually came when I knew the Philistine leadership would no longer have any tolerance for Delilah’s lack of results. So one night, when the clear night’s sky was filled with a full moon and bright, shining stars, told her the source of my strength. With those words, we both knew my fate had been decided. She cried as she cut my long hair. We kissed as we lay in bed beneath the moonlight until morning, and I told her she was beautiful more as many times as there were stars in the sky that night.
Imprisoned, blinded, and beaten, the Philistine government used me as an example to all who would defy their rule. Whatever the pain, whatever the torture, I could endure it, because I had long retreated deep within myself, absorbing my entire being into the part of my inner being that focused solely on my days with Delilah. I would die. She would live. I was at peace with that. I was beyond whatever suffering the philistines could inflict upon my body.
I was then brought out before the entire ruling class of the philistine aristocracy to be public executed. I had expected nothing less. I was chained to the center support pillars of the massive government building being used to host over three thousand philistine government officials and their families there to witness my death. Once again, I expected nothing less. I was at peace with my death.
I was a mass murder with no country to call my own. Before Delilah I thought I would die as a man with no purpose only capable of destruction. Through Delilah I found something worth living for again. I found someone worth dying for. However, as I stood shackled to the two pillars being ridiculed by all the mightiest members of the philistine government, one Philistine aristocrat made a tragic mistake. While mocking me, the noble announced to a group of officials that once I was killed he was going to personally execute Delilah for being defiled by such a Hebrew brute. I felt the familiar strength course through my body upon hearing the noble’s boisterous threat. There were over three thousand men, woman, and even children in the building; their deaths would be on me for eternity, but I knew it would be a burden I would gladly take with me into the next realm. Delilah would live, and I was willing to crush any potential threat to her safety.
My body felt stronger than ever before, and the massive supports gave way at such ease would alarm most any normal human. Pushing those pillars over was the first time God’s agenda coincided with my own will. I’m not sure if I was having a prayer announced or simply being used one last time, but I know I was able to keep Delilah safe from the people who wished her harm; that’s enough for me.
To my critics who may be judging my love for Delilah as sinful and foolish, so what if I eventually told her the source of my strength? Super strength which can be overcome by a haircut isn’t much of a super power. A power with such a ridiculous weakness has no value, and more importantly, a power that only brings about pain and death should not be a power someone desires to hang on to. I have heard the critics make their statements that I was a fool or just plain “too sinful” to ever carry out God’s will. To all those critics I say go to hell. Have any of those critics killed over four thousand people, over a thousand in brutal hand to hand combat? The answer is no. I still see every face of every single man and woman I killed. I have even taken the time to observe the consequences of my action on Earth and saw the despair those which those deaths brought to families and loved ones of the ones I killed.
Before even meeting Delilah, I decided I wanted nothing more to do with God’s will if the only part I had to play in His plan was to be a killer. And if any religious critic can’t understand why someone wouldn’t want to continue to crush peoples skulls in with a donkey’s jawbone in order to fulfill his role in God’s divine plan, then I would suggest those people perhaps leave their religious organization for an arena more conducive to their take on religion; I’m sure they would fit in well providing motivational speeches to all those souls deeply involved in the world of organized crime.
Samson’s Account - Part 2
The end of journey brought me to Gaza, and a bitter-sweet tragic end it would be. All the super strength in the world was useless in the face of the dissolution of any hope I might have once had. My end was near, and I thought there was nothing for me in that life. And then, in that darkest abyss of my depression, she came. After all the heartache, the killing, and abandonment, she brought the light back into my life and gave me a reason to want to live. Her name was Delilah, and I loved her with all my heart.
I’m going to keep most of the details to myself for my time with her was the one treasure I can claim from my time on the Earth and I keep it close to my heart , but I will say that from the time we first met I knew we were meant to be together. She listened to the horrors of my past and I listened to the horrors of hers. We shared our dreams and our hopes for the future, and divulged to each other our passions for what the world could be if only we could be in charge for a day. We cried, laughed, kissed, and loved in such a way it is not possible to ever properly convey it in words to give it justice, and I dare not try in fear even the slightest grammatical mistake would cheapen the magic of the love we shared .
My time with Delilah was my saving grace, but as the Biblical account of my story goes, it was also my doom. Love, regardless how strong and true it is, is still susceptible to the evil intentions of the world. The Philistine government wanted me dead, and once they heard I was in Gaza they quickly determined Delilah would be their tool to orchestrating my death. They pressured her to find my weakness, and the focus of the entire philistine government was soon on Delilah to ensure she would provide them with the means to make me pay for my past transgressions against them.
How was she pressured into doing such a thing? Well, probably in the same way all cruel and corrupt governments pressure individuals to play along with their twisted political objectives. In the end, it doesn’t matter the how extreme the pressure on Delilah was or wasn’t to betray me. Her government had decided I needed to die, and that she would be the one to ensure that happened. Our roles were assigned. I delayed telling her, but if I wanted Delilah to live, it was only a matter of time before I told her what she needed to know for her life depended on her ability to find a way to weaken me. While my “blessing” made me a killer, it did not give me the strength I needed to be a protector. I could only ever be certain of protecting myself from the cruelty of the Philistines, and I knew I could never truly protect Delilah so much from an entire nation bent on my destruction.
I waited as long as I could, but the time eventually came when I knew the Philistine leadership would no longer have any tolerance for Delilah’s lack of results. So one night, when the clear night’s sky was filled with a full moon and bright, shining stars, told her the source of my strength. With those words, we both knew my fate had been decided. She cried as she cut my long hair. We kissed as we lay in bed beneath the moonlight until morning, and I told her she was beautiful more as many times as there were stars in the sky that night.
Imprisoned, blinded, and beaten, the Philistine government used me as an example to all who would defy their rule. Whatever the pain, whatever the torture, I could endure it, because I had long retreated deep within myself, absorbing my entire being into the part of my inner being that focused solely on my days with Delilah. I would die. She would live. I was at peace with that. I was beyond whatever suffering the philistines could inflict upon my body.
I was then brought out before the entire ruling class of the philistine aristocracy to be public executed. I had expected nothing less. I was chained to the center support pillars of the massive government building being used to host over three thousand philistine government officials and their families there to witness my death. Once again, I expected nothing less. I was at peace with my death.
I was a mass murder with no country to call my own. Before Delilah I thought I would die as a man with no purpose only capable of destruction. Through Delilah I found something worth living for again. I found someone worth dying for. However, as I stood shackled to the two pillars being ridiculed by all the mightiest members of the philistine government, one Philistine aristocrat made a tragic mistake. While mocking me, the noble announced to a group of officials that once I was killed he was going to personally execute Delilah for being defiled by such a Hebrew brute. I felt the familiar strength course through my body upon hearing the noble’s boisterous threat. There were over three thousand men, woman, and even children in the building; their deaths would be on me for eternity, but I knew it would be a burden I would gladly take with me into the next realm. Delilah would live, and I was willing to crush any potential threat to her safety.
My body felt stronger than ever before, and the massive supports gave way at such ease would alarm most any normal human. Pushing those pillars over was the first time God’s agenda coincided with my own will. I’m not sure if I was having a prayer announced or simply being used one last time, but I know I was able to keep Delilah safe from the people who wished her harm; that’s enough for me.
To my critics who may be judging my love for Delilah as sinful and foolish, so what if I eventually told her the source of my strength? Super strength which can be overcome by a haircut isn’t much of a super power. A power with such a ridiculous weakness has no value, and more importantly, a power that only brings about pain and death should not be a power someone desires to hang on to. I have heard the critics make their statements that I was a fool or just plain “too sinful” to ever carry out God’s will. To all those critics I say go to hell. Have any of those critics killed over four thousand people, over a thousand in brutal hand to hand combat? The answer is no. I still see every face of every single man and woman I killed. I have even taken the time to observe the consequences of my action on Earth and saw the despair those which those deaths brought to families and loved ones of the ones I killed.
Before even meeting Delilah, I decided I wanted nothing more to do with God’s will if the only part I had to play in His plan was to be a killer. And if any religious critic can’t understand why someone wouldn’t want to continue to crush peoples skulls in with a donkey’s jawbone in order to fulfill his role in God’s divine plan, then I would suggest those people perhaps leave their religious organization for an arena more conducive to their take on religion; I’m sure they would fit in well providing motivational speeches to all those souls deeply involved in the world of organized crime.
a reply to: Flyingthroughlife
Samson’s Account - Part 3
Do I regret being betrayed by Delilah? Not at all. I loved her, and still do. She was merely a slave to the role she was predestined to play, just as I was. It still brings tears to my eyes when I think of what could have been between us. Sometimes I can see the faces of the children we could have raised together, and the life we could have forged on our own if were had been free of the bounds that held us so close to the path of sorrow that lead us to our destruction.
That’s my own account, the one the history books forgot about and the one that didn’t fit in with the stylistic preferences of the writers of the Bible. This tale of mine is not meant to prove or disprove any grand overarching religious themes or challenge any celestial hierarchy. Its’ simply what I remember of those years I spent on Earth in that strange and sad time in human history. If there is ever anyone out there who feels bound to a fate with only pain and sorrow, I hope you can find solace in what I have learned through my own tragedy. I hope you will have the strength to walk away from the path of ruin; regardless of whatever higher power you were told set you on that path. I hope that if you fight, you fight to live a life that brings joy and happiness to you and those you love.
I hope you find peace.
Samson’s Account - Part 3
Do I regret being betrayed by Delilah? Not at all. I loved her, and still do. She was merely a slave to the role she was predestined to play, just as I was. It still brings tears to my eyes when I think of what could have been between us. Sometimes I can see the faces of the children we could have raised together, and the life we could have forged on our own if were had been free of the bounds that held us so close to the path of sorrow that lead us to our destruction.
That’s my own account, the one the history books forgot about and the one that didn’t fit in with the stylistic preferences of the writers of the Bible. This tale of mine is not meant to prove or disprove any grand overarching religious themes or challenge any celestial hierarchy. Its’ simply what I remember of those years I spent on Earth in that strange and sad time in human history. If there is ever anyone out there who feels bound to a fate with only pain and sorrow, I hope you can find solace in what I have learned through my own tragedy. I hope you will have the strength to walk away from the path of ruin; regardless of whatever higher power you were told set you on that path. I hope that if you fight, you fight to live a life that brings joy and happiness to you and those you love.
I hope you find peace.
a reply to: Flyingthroughlife
NobodySpecial268,
The proposed mechanics of the bond and the role of the fairy-man connection - Part 1
If you survived the long narrative account of Samson above (and formed your opinion if this is just weird creative writing vs. something else), now we can tie in the fae.
With what you have shared about the fairy and the girls they are drawn to in order to create a symbiotic relationship and creating new versions of the fairy, it makes sense to me now that Delilah and Lilith are connected. I believe Delilah had one of these symbiotic relationships with Lilith, if not the original Lilith then atleast an early copy.
If we can agree that the young girls you describe have had their souls traumatized by their tragic events living and being abused on earth, I believe we can safely assume that a life such as Samson’s must have been horribly traumatized on a magnitude that may be difficult to fully appreciate. Likewise, Delilah/Lilith are now changed and intertwined with the soul once known as Samson; the fairy now taking on a hybrid role of lover/healer/Gardner.
(Note: It’s also worth noting, the designation of Samson as a Nazerite has the fingerprints of the shadowing force we have hinted at… the work of fairy garden raiders… but let’s come back to that idea later).
Now here is the transformation:
The fairy, due to taking on the traits of Delilah at the height of her romance and downfall of Samson, is changed by the shear gravity of the trauma.
The soul formerly known as Samson now is tied to this fairy. Names begin to fade away and lose value, because the fairy of Lilith/Delilah has moved into a new path, and the soul formerly known as Samson enters back into the wheel of life to repeat life and embrace a new function tied to the fairy.
The wheel now includes the following steps, not the traditional three of life/death/rebirth:
- Life
- Death
- Home/healing
- Rebirth
For the soul that was Samson, he died tragically and is now tied to Lilith/Delilah.
Sam (as we will refer to Samson’s horribly traumatized soul), goes to his new spiritual home with his fairy. (Note: the following is conjecture and fragments of memories, mixed with some of the ancient religions view of the travel of souls after death, heavy emphasis on conjecture) Sam, the soul, travels west, elevated by Lilith/Delilah towards Orion’s Belt. Interesting that Delilah means “Vertical Transporter”… Their new home is separated from earth by both distance (in the Orion constellation) and plane of existence (the spiritual/fae realm).
The details and aesthetics of the home changes with the experiences of each subsequent life on Earth that Sam and Lilith/Delilah experience. Some constants remain: there is always a house on a cliff, the house overlooks an ocean and an alien sky above. To the right of the house, a beach that goes on a vast distance. To the left of the house, a city a short distance away.
It is here that Sam’s memories are restored (and all the trauma associated with remembering all the lifetimes lived), and Lilith/Delilah love and heal him, and enjoy the time they have before entering back into the wheel.
The time is never as long as they want. Ultimately, the time comes for Sam’s rebirth.
NobodySpecial268,
The proposed mechanics of the bond and the role of the fairy-man connection - Part 1
If you survived the long narrative account of Samson above (and formed your opinion if this is just weird creative writing vs. something else), now we can tie in the fae.
With what you have shared about the fairy and the girls they are drawn to in order to create a symbiotic relationship and creating new versions of the fairy, it makes sense to me now that Delilah and Lilith are connected. I believe Delilah had one of these symbiotic relationships with Lilith, if not the original Lilith then atleast an early copy.
If we can agree that the young girls you describe have had their souls traumatized by their tragic events living and being abused on earth, I believe we can safely assume that a life such as Samson’s must have been horribly traumatized on a magnitude that may be difficult to fully appreciate. Likewise, Delilah/Lilith are now changed and intertwined with the soul once known as Samson; the fairy now taking on a hybrid role of lover/healer/Gardner.
(Note: It’s also worth noting, the designation of Samson as a Nazerite has the fingerprints of the shadowing force we have hinted at… the work of fairy garden raiders… but let’s come back to that idea later).
Now here is the transformation:
The fairy, due to taking on the traits of Delilah at the height of her romance and downfall of Samson, is changed by the shear gravity of the trauma.
The soul formerly known as Samson now is tied to this fairy. Names begin to fade away and lose value, because the fairy of Lilith/Delilah has moved into a new path, and the soul formerly known as Samson enters back into the wheel of life to repeat life and embrace a new function tied to the fairy.
The wheel now includes the following steps, not the traditional three of life/death/rebirth:
- Life
- Death
- Home/healing
- Rebirth
For the soul that was Samson, he died tragically and is now tied to Lilith/Delilah.
Sam (as we will refer to Samson’s horribly traumatized soul), goes to his new spiritual home with his fairy. (Note: the following is conjecture and fragments of memories, mixed with some of the ancient religions view of the travel of souls after death, heavy emphasis on conjecture) Sam, the soul, travels west, elevated by Lilith/Delilah towards Orion’s Belt. Interesting that Delilah means “Vertical Transporter”… Their new home is separated from earth by both distance (in the Orion constellation) and plane of existence (the spiritual/fae realm).
The details and aesthetics of the home changes with the experiences of each subsequent life on Earth that Sam and Lilith/Delilah experience. Some constants remain: there is always a house on a cliff, the house overlooks an ocean and an alien sky above. To the right of the house, a beach that goes on a vast distance. To the left of the house, a city a short distance away.
It is here that Sam’s memories are restored (and all the trauma associated with remembering all the lifetimes lived), and Lilith/Delilah love and heal him, and enjoy the time they have before entering back into the wheel.
The time is never as long as they want. Ultimately, the time comes for Sam’s rebirth.
a reply to: Flyingthroughlife
NobodySpecial268,
The proposed mechanics of the bond and the role of the fairy-man connection - Part 2
I’m going to have to use modern terms to explain Sam’s (the soul formerly known as Samson) role back in the wheel of life.
Sam is now a form of “spiritual paratrooper”.
Lilith/Delilah is now a form of “spiritual pilot/overwatch”
Lilith/Delilah is still fairy, and must garden and shape life, but now does so while simultaneously gardening/protecting/using Sam.
Sam enters back into the world the same as a paratrooper about to jump into an objective area, with the only difference is he knows the moment he “hits the ground” he will have no memories from before (dangerous and pretty damn scary I would imagine).
Lilith/Delilah, however, knows the path before him and knows what must be done. She can guide Sam, and shape events subtly, and can somehow feel/share experiences of select mortal women who are determined to cross paths with Sam (short term romances and long term romances with females that share whatever specific attributes the fairy selects). Otherwise, Lilith/Delilah watch and supervise, unable to have definitive contact with Sam (limited to being in the background unseen, maybe the occasional orb of light overhead, or subtly unlocking fragments of memories with art/music, or by guiding his eyes back up to Orion’s Belt when needed). She does this subtle approach because having definitive, tangible contact would prematurely restore Sam’s memories/traumas and prevent Sam from completing his purpose in each life.
So what is the role of this “spiritual paratrooper”? Reconnaissance.
Sam’s earthly lives are like a route reconnaissance. Lilith/Delilah have specific areas of interest or subtle things for Sam to do at specific places at specific times (Lilith/Delilah’s gardening). Sam has freedom to move between these areas of interest as he wants (allowing for some fun, a healthy amount of chaos, and overall flexibility). If he strays too far, Lilith/Delilah, in her role of overwatch, will guide him back towards the route to ensure he arrives at the appropriate area of interest at the right time and prepared to do what needs to be done.
Once the life ends, Sam’s soul must remember to travel West with a focus on Orion’s Belt, and conducts a rendezvous with Lilith/Delilah who takes on her role of “vertical transporter” to return him “home”, restore memories, and go through the healing process again (more traumas with every life). The next “drop” to earth always looming in the near future…
NobodySpecial268,
The proposed mechanics of the bond and the role of the fairy-man connection - Part 2
I’m going to have to use modern terms to explain Sam’s (the soul formerly known as Samson) role back in the wheel of life.
Sam is now a form of “spiritual paratrooper”.
Lilith/Delilah is now a form of “spiritual pilot/overwatch”
Lilith/Delilah is still fairy, and must garden and shape life, but now does so while simultaneously gardening/protecting/using Sam.
Sam enters back into the world the same as a paratrooper about to jump into an objective area, with the only difference is he knows the moment he “hits the ground” he will have no memories from before (dangerous and pretty damn scary I would imagine).
Lilith/Delilah, however, knows the path before him and knows what must be done. She can guide Sam, and shape events subtly, and can somehow feel/share experiences of select mortal women who are determined to cross paths with Sam (short term romances and long term romances with females that share whatever specific attributes the fairy selects). Otherwise, Lilith/Delilah watch and supervise, unable to have definitive contact with Sam (limited to being in the background unseen, maybe the occasional orb of light overhead, or subtly unlocking fragments of memories with art/music, or by guiding his eyes back up to Orion’s Belt when needed). She does this subtle approach because having definitive, tangible contact would prematurely restore Sam’s memories/traumas and prevent Sam from completing his purpose in each life.
So what is the role of this “spiritual paratrooper”? Reconnaissance.
Sam’s earthly lives are like a route reconnaissance. Lilith/Delilah have specific areas of interest or subtle things for Sam to do at specific places at specific times (Lilith/Delilah’s gardening). Sam has freedom to move between these areas of interest as he wants (allowing for some fun, a healthy amount of chaos, and overall flexibility). If he strays too far, Lilith/Delilah, in her role of overwatch, will guide him back towards the route to ensure he arrives at the appropriate area of interest at the right time and prepared to do what needs to be done.
Once the life ends, Sam’s soul must remember to travel West with a focus on Orion’s Belt, and conducts a rendezvous with Lilith/Delilah who takes on her role of “vertical transporter” to return him “home”, restore memories, and go through the healing process again (more traumas with every life). The next “drop” to earth always looming in the near future…
a reply to: Flyingthroughlife
Tis indeed something to ponder, so I will take a little time. You certainly know your strategy Flyingthroughlife.
Here, we are all talking it through in our own way. The original Lilith is confirming, the Lady in Green who "owns" me, a "Delilah", plus a few more I keep up my sleave . . .
You are right; the "Delilahs" are both descendants of the original Lilith, and a tactic.
Tis indeed something to ponder, so I will take a little time. You certainly know your strategy Flyingthroughlife.
Here, we are all talking it through in our own way. The original Lilith is confirming, the Lady in Green who "owns" me, a "Delilah", plus a few more I keep up my sleave . . .
You are right; the "Delilahs" are both descendants of the original Lilith, and a tactic.
a reply to: Flyingthroughlife
Thanks for the contribution Flyingthroughlife, there are a lot of correspondences.
The Delilah meaning 'vertical transporter' is a rather interesting one. The original pyramid had the floating city above with green auroras overhead. The auroras are a clue to the pyramid and the floating city.
The Samson and Delilah scenario fits; "they" will employ a "Delilah". That is a very serious move though, and in my case the Delilah trap arrived after the reincarnation/past life trap failed.
The past life trap is to introduce a scenario with consecutive multi-source confirmations that a person was someone specific in a past life. When the so-called past life is accepted as true, foreign memories and persona is introduced as a back door attack. (game over)
This is why I say somebody else's memories when reading/living/experiencing memory sets. The term 'memory sets' is intentional as a degree of separation..
The Delilah ploy is unavoidable in it's execution and in my case came after the reincarnation ploy failed. The Delilah ploy is the trap you have to walk into knowing it is a trap. There is no other choice.
With the prophecy surrounding the young Samson, we see another ploy. Prophecy of future events is to create a desired future. Example: Where tapestries depict a future event, the weaver would tie each knot with a specific chant. Then the desired event is glamorized. There is generally a specific target in the tapestries.
Like beauty, purpose lays in the eye of the beholder . . . a thing bestowed.
Aye, the people don't generally want to be saved. They are happy in their misery or some such thing.
Here the story of Samson differs due to circumstance. With the situation with the (deceased) girls it is not a matter of them wanting to be saved per sae. They are in the position of not having a future, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. What they want is to feel safe. The need for a life is something that must be done for them. Personally I have seen nothing to suggest anyone can survive forever in the land of the dead/spiritual side of this world.
I could say more here on tactics, but probably not necessary. I quite liked your retelling of the story, and yes, clarifying in it's own way.
Definitely a fairy/human relationship there. Lilith's history is difficult to trace. Lilith did make the complete relationship with the (giant) girl from the floating city. I understand the city left leaving Lilith behind. When (ordinary) humans came across the pyramid a group of both men and women deciphered at least some of the hieroglyphics, but not all. They captured Lilith and there is a time for her with men that was unpleasant and then captivity with the women.
The point of the captivity was to get knowledge of the pyramid makers from Lilith. Lilith did have one (parthenogenic) event, but I am unable to, at this time, trace the children of Lilith. That will take time and trust to be built between Lilith and myself. On my to do list.
The women who held Lilith captive know where Lilith is now. They have the audacity to lecture me on how unworthy I am to have Lilith in my "possession" (as they term it). Lilith of course, who has known only loneliness and captivity desires her freedom to explore this world. Another item on my to do list.
The fairy/human relationship is one that can be exploited. A dangerous thing to do though.
The children of Lilith are still hidden from me, for now anyway. Same perpetrators I am sure enough at this point in time. Which if true, will reveal Lilith's connection with Delilah, and also reveal the children.
That is a summation I won't disagree with. Some is beyond my direct experience to confirm. The existence of the four letter word s*, I have not seen evidence of. The nearest is the fairy engineering of an enduring memory set that spans multiple lives. I still regard myself as a memory set rather than a s*.
A fairy friend says your summation is well done.
I notice “vertical transporter” and destination. My friends confirm this is so for some. So not universal.
I might add that the pyramid builders, the giant green eyed blond girl's people are unknown to the humans who deciphered the hieroglyphs. That one giant girl, Lilith and her children are the only witnesses to the race of giants. That is why Lilith is so very important, and so are Lilith's children . . .
Lilith and her children are considered too valuable to harm, I understand they kept a lot of information to themselves. Because they did not ask . . . - Lilith.
Thanks for the contribution Flyingthroughlife, there are a lot of correspondences.
The Delilah meaning 'vertical transporter' is a rather interesting one. The original pyramid had the floating city above with green auroras overhead. The auroras are a clue to the pyramid and the floating city.
Auroras are the result of disturbances in the magnetosphere caused by solar wind. These disturbances alter the trajectories of charged particles in the magnetospheric plasma.
(image: Varjisakka, CC BY-SA 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons)
Source: wikipedia
The Samson and Delilah scenario fits; "they" will employ a "Delilah". That is a very serious move though, and in my case the Delilah trap arrived after the reincarnation/past life trap failed.
The past life trap is to introduce a scenario with consecutive multi-source confirmations that a person was someone specific in a past life. When the so-called past life is accepted as true, foreign memories and persona is introduced as a back door attack. (game over)
This is why I say somebody else's memories when reading/living/experiencing memory sets. The term 'memory sets' is intentional as a degree of separation..
The Delilah ploy is unavoidable in it's execution and in my case came after the reincarnation ploy failed. The Delilah ploy is the trap you have to walk into knowing it is a trap. There is no other choice.
With the prophecy surrounding the young Samson, we see another ploy. Prophecy of future events is to create a desired future. Example: Where tapestries depict a future event, the weaver would tie each knot with a specific chant. Then the desired event is glamorized. There is generally a specific target in the tapestries.
Like beauty, purpose lays in the eye of the beholder . . . a thing bestowed.
Aye, the people don't generally want to be saved. They are happy in their misery or some such thing.
Here the story of Samson differs due to circumstance. With the situation with the (deceased) girls it is not a matter of them wanting to be saved per sae. They are in the position of not having a future, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. What they want is to feel safe. The need for a life is something that must be done for them. Personally I have seen nothing to suggest anyone can survive forever in the land of the dead/spiritual side of this world.
I could say more here on tactics, but probably not necessary. I quite liked your retelling of the story, and yes, clarifying in it's own way.
Bottom line up front: I am beginning to believe Delilah was a human host/partner for Lilith or one of Lilith’s copies/daughters.
Definitely a fairy/human relationship there. Lilith's history is difficult to trace. Lilith did make the complete relationship with the (giant) girl from the floating city. I understand the city left leaving Lilith behind. When (ordinary) humans came across the pyramid a group of both men and women deciphered at least some of the hieroglyphics, but not all. They captured Lilith and there is a time for her with men that was unpleasant and then captivity with the women.
The point of the captivity was to get knowledge of the pyramid makers from Lilith. Lilith did have one (parthenogenic) event, but I am unable to, at this time, trace the children of Lilith. That will take time and trust to be built between Lilith and myself. On my to do list.
The women who held Lilith captive know where Lilith is now. They have the audacity to lecture me on how unworthy I am to have Lilith in my "possession" (as they term it). Lilith of course, who has known only loneliness and captivity desires her freedom to explore this world. Another item on my to do list.
The fairy/human relationship is one that can be exploited. A dangerous thing to do though.
With what you have shared about the fairy and the girls they are drawn to in order to create a symbiotic relationship and creating new versions of the fairy, it makes sense to me now that Delilah and Lilith are connected. I believe Delilah had one of these symbiotic relationships with Lilith, if not the original Lilith then at least an early copy.
The children of Lilith are still hidden from me, for now anyway. Same perpetrators I am sure enough at this point in time. Which if true, will reveal Lilith's connection with Delilah, and also reveal the children.
The proposed mechanics of the bond and the role of the fairy-man connection - Part 1
That is a summation I won't disagree with. Some is beyond my direct experience to confirm. The existence of the four letter word s*, I have not seen evidence of. The nearest is the fairy engineering of an enduring memory set that spans multiple lives. I still regard myself as a memory set rather than a s*.
The proposed mechanics of the bond and the role of the fairy-man connection - Part 2
A fairy friend says your summation is well done.
Once the life ends, Sam’s soul must remember to travel West with a focus on Orion’s Belt, and conducts a rendezvous with Lilith/Delilah who takes on her role of “vertical transporter” to return him “home”, restore memories, and go through the healing process again (more traumas with every life). The next “drop” to earth always looming in the near future…
I notice “vertical transporter” and destination. My friends confirm this is so for some. So not universal.
I might add that the pyramid builders, the giant green eyed blond girl's people are unknown to the humans who deciphered the hieroglyphs. That one giant girl, Lilith and her children are the only witnesses to the race of giants. That is why Lilith is so very important, and so are Lilith's children . . .
Lilith and her children are considered too valuable to harm, I understand they kept a lot of information to themselves. Because they did not ask . . . - Lilith.
edit on 13-6-2021 by NobodySpecial268 because: clarity
a reply to: NobodySpecial268
While I have time, and continues from above. It is interesting.
One of Lilith's (fairy) children "made a boy". He received the memories of the giant girl from one of Lilith's (fairy) children. He was killed because of what he knew.
The tears of Lilith and her fairy child, are tears for his murder. A terrible thing. It was the humans who wanted that. There are fae that can remove the boundary of self with which the fairy child enveloped him. They have fixed it, the memories remain no more.
From what I now understand the pyramid and instructions were placed there to be found and followed. As I mentioned previously, twice that pyramid has been repaired.
The giant green eyed blond girl's finding Lilith was not an accident. That girl knew what she was doing and what the desired result would probably be. The fairy we call Lilith was made by the giant girl, and was then supposed to find a boy to pass on the giant girl's memories.
The memories of the giant green eyed girl are complimentary to the pyramid and the pyramid's instructions. So there is a great deal missing from the knowledge that is supposed to come with the pyramid.
Probably a good thing that the knowledge is lost, my instincts say that knowledge is bait.
Edit to add:
Hah! Not bait!
I wondered what was so terrible about the knowledge to get the boy killed. Lilith replied it would destroy me. Fair enough, so I let it be.
Then Lilith told me what had happened.
After murdering the boy with the bestowed knowledge, sometime later it was regretted. But after seeing what had happened, Lilith and her child(ren?) refused to make another boy.
That knowledge got the boy killed. That is what that knowledge means to Lilith and her child(ren?), tis tragedy.
While I have time, and continues from above. It is interesting.
One of Lilith's (fairy) children "made a boy". He received the memories of the giant girl from one of Lilith's (fairy) children. He was killed because of what he knew.
The tears of Lilith and her fairy child, are tears for his murder. A terrible thing. It was the humans who wanted that. There are fae that can remove the boundary of self with which the fairy child enveloped him. They have fixed it, the memories remain no more.
From what I now understand the pyramid and instructions were placed there to be found and followed. As I mentioned previously, twice that pyramid has been repaired.
The giant green eyed blond girl's finding Lilith was not an accident. That girl knew what she was doing and what the desired result would probably be. The fairy we call Lilith was made by the giant girl, and was then supposed to find a boy to pass on the giant girl's memories.
The memories of the giant green eyed girl are complimentary to the pyramid and the pyramid's instructions. So there is a great deal missing from the knowledge that is supposed to come with the pyramid.
Probably a good thing that the knowledge is lost, my instincts say that knowledge is bait.
Edit to add:
Hah! Not bait!
I wondered what was so terrible about the knowledge to get the boy killed. Lilith replied it would destroy me. Fair enough, so I let it be.
Then Lilith told me what had happened.
After murdering the boy with the bestowed knowledge, sometime later it was regretted. But after seeing what had happened, Lilith and her child(ren?) refused to make another boy.
That knowledge got the boy killed. That is what that knowledge means to Lilith and her child(ren?), tis tragedy.
edit on 14-6-2021 by NobodySpecial268 because: added edit to add
a reply to: NobodySpecial268
NobodySpecial268,
Aye, memory sets are a great term, perhaps better than “soul” for my proposal of the mechanics of this phenomenon.
As you mentioned earlier with the mechanics of the proposed fairy/man connection: “My friends confirm this is so for some. So not universal”.
I think it may be worth considering “the some” involved in this “vertical transporter” and “destination between lives” relationship between a Lilith/Delilah and a man, especially since I theorize it could be connected between the ancient boy who Lilith and the giant woman created.
As I read your comments, I had this imagine of the murdered boy you mentioned being represented as a vase. The vase is copied before it is destroyed. The original is gone. The copied vase is then shattered and the pieces are scattered around.
The shattered pieces are each a fragment of the memory set, and each piece is embedded in certain boys as they are born or at some point as they age. Each piece/boy is watched over by one of Lilith’s daughters.
If we were to assume I think the way I do due to being involved in this process in some small way (versus me just being an example Jungian psychology versus a unchecked ego), there is something worth bringing up: I don’t believe I am alone.
There have been other men I have crossed paths with who share common traits (high aptitude for excelling in the military while being rather non-conformers, high aptitude in academia/civilian sector at a level beyond our inherent intelligence, similar childhood backgrounds, similar physical looks/body types, similar sounding names).
What is really interesting is these individuals and I had similar experiences of being threatened/intimidated by little grey monsters/demons during our adolescent years (6-10 years of age) which I attribute as some form of disruption that seemed to cause some subtle anxieties that negatively impacted our lives in our teenage and early adult years, and took a great deal of effort to overcome as we matured.
There is also a shared feeling of being drawn to space/flying, and the shared feeling of someone or something which is unseen, who is always watching and guiding from a not too far away distance…
If these were random people that would be one thing, it’s another when it’s successful military officers with advanced degrees who’s looks/personality/backgrounds almost seem as if they are long lost brothers. Very odd coincidences if nothing else…
The question I would have for you is are you implying that these memory sets are a trap/weapon or are you implying they are by intelligent/benevolent design? Who would be the “they” behind their implementation?
There is a book that I read not too long ago that may provide some addition context for the pyramid connection and ancient civilization you mentioned interacting with the fairy: America Before by Graham Hancock.
Here are two passages from the book that seem relevant:
“Traces of the same spiritual concepts and symbolism that enlighten the Egyptian texts are found all around the world among cultures that we can be certain were never in direct contact. Straightforward diffusion from one to the other is therefore not the answer, and 'coincidence' doesn't even begin to account for the level of detail in the similarities. The best explanation, in my view, is that we're looking at a legacy, shared worldwide, passed down from a single, remotely ancient source.”
Graham Hancock, America Before: The Key to Earth's Lost Civilization
“Not only was the constellation of Orion part of the Moundville story [of Native Americans], not only was a journey to the realm of the dead part of it, too, but now I knew also that a series of trials would have to be faced on that journey, that the Milky Way was involved and, last but by no means least, that Moundville itself had been thought of as an image, or copy, of the realm of the dead on earth. Every one of these were important symbols, concepts, and narratives in the ancient Egyptian funerary texts that I'd been fascinated by for more than 20 years. It would be striking to find even two of them together in a remote and unconnected culture, but for them all to be present in ancient North America in the same way that they were present in ancient Egypt, and serving the same ends, was a significant anomaly.”
Graham Hancock, America Before: The Key to Earth's Lost Civilization
NobodySpecial268,
The existence of the four letter word s*, I have not seen evidence of. The nearest is the fairy engineering of an enduring memory set that spans multiple lives. I still regard myself as a memory set rather than a s*.
Aye, memory sets are a great term, perhaps better than “soul” for my proposal of the mechanics of this phenomenon.
As you mentioned earlier with the mechanics of the proposed fairy/man connection: “My friends confirm this is so for some. So not universal”.
I think it may be worth considering “the some” involved in this “vertical transporter” and “destination between lives” relationship between a Lilith/Delilah and a man, especially since I theorize it could be connected between the ancient boy who Lilith and the giant woman created.
As I read your comments, I had this imagine of the murdered boy you mentioned being represented as a vase. The vase is copied before it is destroyed. The original is gone. The copied vase is then shattered and the pieces are scattered around.
The shattered pieces are each a fragment of the memory set, and each piece is embedded in certain boys as they are born or at some point as they age. Each piece/boy is watched over by one of Lilith’s daughters.
If we were to assume I think the way I do due to being involved in this process in some small way (versus me just being an example Jungian psychology versus a unchecked ego), there is something worth bringing up: I don’t believe I am alone.
There have been other men I have crossed paths with who share common traits (high aptitude for excelling in the military while being rather non-conformers, high aptitude in academia/civilian sector at a level beyond our inherent intelligence, similar childhood backgrounds, similar physical looks/body types, similar sounding names).
What is really interesting is these individuals and I had similar experiences of being threatened/intimidated by little grey monsters/demons during our adolescent years (6-10 years of age) which I attribute as some form of disruption that seemed to cause some subtle anxieties that negatively impacted our lives in our teenage and early adult years, and took a great deal of effort to overcome as we matured.
There is also a shared feeling of being drawn to space/flying, and the shared feeling of someone or something which is unseen, who is always watching and guiding from a not too far away distance…
If these were random people that would be one thing, it’s another when it’s successful military officers with advanced degrees who’s looks/personality/backgrounds almost seem as if they are long lost brothers. Very odd coincidences if nothing else…
The question I would have for you is are you implying that these memory sets are a trap/weapon or are you implying they are by intelligent/benevolent design? Who would be the “they” behind their implementation?
There is a book that I read not too long ago that may provide some addition context for the pyramid connection and ancient civilization you mentioned interacting with the fairy: America Before by Graham Hancock.
Here are two passages from the book that seem relevant:
“Traces of the same spiritual concepts and symbolism that enlighten the Egyptian texts are found all around the world among cultures that we can be certain were never in direct contact. Straightforward diffusion from one to the other is therefore not the answer, and 'coincidence' doesn't even begin to account for the level of detail in the similarities. The best explanation, in my view, is that we're looking at a legacy, shared worldwide, passed down from a single, remotely ancient source.”
Graham Hancock, America Before: The Key to Earth's Lost Civilization
“Not only was the constellation of Orion part of the Moundville story [of Native Americans], not only was a journey to the realm of the dead part of it, too, but now I knew also that a series of trials would have to be faced on that journey, that the Milky Way was involved and, last but by no means least, that Moundville itself had been thought of as an image, or copy, of the realm of the dead on earth. Every one of these were important symbols, concepts, and narratives in the ancient Egyptian funerary texts that I'd been fascinated by for more than 20 years. It would be striking to find even two of them together in a remote and unconnected culture, but for them all to be present in ancient North America in the same way that they were present in ancient Egypt, and serving the same ends, was a significant anomaly.”
Graham Hancock, America Before: The Key to Earth's Lost Civilization
a reply to: NobodySpecial268
NobodySpecial268,
I also think it will be worth providing additional information to the shadow group that may be involved in this “war” between mankind/fae (or perhaps between dimensions). Perhaps to help us understand what kind of person/persons would murder the boy you mentioned for the knowledge he possessed…
One more passage from Graham Hancock’s book:
“The entire pre-Columbian literature of Mexico, a vast library of tens of thousands of codices, was carefully and systematically destroyed by the priests and friars who followed in the wake of the conquistadors. In November 1530, for example, Bishop Juan de Zumárraga, who had shortly before been apointed 'Protector of the Indians' by the Spanish crown, proceeded to 'protect' his flock by burning at the stake a Mexican aristocrat, the lord of the city of Texcoco, whom he accused of having worshipped the rain god. In the city's marketplace Zumárraga 'had a pyramid formed of the documents of Aztec history, knowledge and literature, their paintings, manuscripts, and hieroglyphic writings, all of which he committed to the flames while the natives cried and prayed.'
More than 30 years later, the holocaust of documents was still under way. In July 1562, in the main square of Mani (just south of modern Merida in the Yucatan), Bishop Diego de Landa burned thousands of Maya codices, story paintings, and hieroglyphs inscribed on rolled-up deer skins. He boasted of destroying countless 'idols' and 'altars,' all of which he described as 'works of the devil, designed by the evil one to delude the Indians and to prevent them from accepting Christianity.' Noting that the Maya 'used certain characters or letters, which they wrote in their books about the antiquities and their sciences' he informs us: 'We found a great number of books in these letters, and since they contained nothing but superstitions and falsehoods of the devil we burned them all, which they took most grievously and which gave them great pain.”
Graham Hancock, America Before: The Key to Earth's Lost Civilization
One of the most credible yet forgotten individuals of the 20th century was Major General Smedley Butler. General Butler earned the Medal of Honor on two separate acts of heroism. He fought in dozens of wars and even served as the Director of Public Safety in Philadelphia. I challenge anyone to compare is background against any other military legend from the same century and you will be hard pressed to find a more impressive leader. However, he was always a bit of a rogue, and there are no grand legacies left to him like General Patton or MacArthur despite their massive shortcomings. Butler left us one of the best assessments of the world we live in, called War is a Racket. It’s a short read, but well worth it:
ratical.org...
The burning of the pre-Columbian literature of Mexico and the use of war as a tool of the elite of this world as described by Butler, both I believe are good examples that show a mechanism of surprising knowledge and inflicting mass suffering. Whether the truth is this is simply human nature or the fingerprints of the actions/indications for a specific purpose of a shadowy entity driving world events is to be determined. None the less, it may atleast provide a framework to understand the capabilities, actions, and perhaps even the intent of the “opposing” force positioned against mankind and fae alike.
NobodySpecial268,
I also think it will be worth providing additional information to the shadow group that may be involved in this “war” between mankind/fae (or perhaps between dimensions). Perhaps to help us understand what kind of person/persons would murder the boy you mentioned for the knowledge he possessed…
One more passage from Graham Hancock’s book:
“The entire pre-Columbian literature of Mexico, a vast library of tens of thousands of codices, was carefully and systematically destroyed by the priests and friars who followed in the wake of the conquistadors. In November 1530, for example, Bishop Juan de Zumárraga, who had shortly before been apointed 'Protector of the Indians' by the Spanish crown, proceeded to 'protect' his flock by burning at the stake a Mexican aristocrat, the lord of the city of Texcoco, whom he accused of having worshipped the rain god. In the city's marketplace Zumárraga 'had a pyramid formed of the documents of Aztec history, knowledge and literature, their paintings, manuscripts, and hieroglyphic writings, all of which he committed to the flames while the natives cried and prayed.'
More than 30 years later, the holocaust of documents was still under way. In July 1562, in the main square of Mani (just south of modern Merida in the Yucatan), Bishop Diego de Landa burned thousands of Maya codices, story paintings, and hieroglyphs inscribed on rolled-up deer skins. He boasted of destroying countless 'idols' and 'altars,' all of which he described as 'works of the devil, designed by the evil one to delude the Indians and to prevent them from accepting Christianity.' Noting that the Maya 'used certain characters or letters, which they wrote in their books about the antiquities and their sciences' he informs us: 'We found a great number of books in these letters, and since they contained nothing but superstitions and falsehoods of the devil we burned them all, which they took most grievously and which gave them great pain.”
Graham Hancock, America Before: The Key to Earth's Lost Civilization
One of the most credible yet forgotten individuals of the 20th century was Major General Smedley Butler. General Butler earned the Medal of Honor on two separate acts of heroism. He fought in dozens of wars and even served as the Director of Public Safety in Philadelphia. I challenge anyone to compare is background against any other military legend from the same century and you will be hard pressed to find a more impressive leader. However, he was always a bit of a rogue, and there are no grand legacies left to him like General Patton or MacArthur despite their massive shortcomings. Butler left us one of the best assessments of the world we live in, called War is a Racket. It’s a short read, but well worth it:
ratical.org...
The burning of the pre-Columbian literature of Mexico and the use of war as a tool of the elite of this world as described by Butler, both I believe are good examples that show a mechanism of surprising knowledge and inflicting mass suffering. Whether the truth is this is simply human nature or the fingerprints of the actions/indications for a specific purpose of a shadowy entity driving world events is to be determined. None the less, it may atleast provide a framework to understand the capabilities, actions, and perhaps even the intent of the “opposing” force positioned against mankind and fae alike.
a reply to: NobodySpecial268
Seems like this thread has been on the board for way longer than it has.
I finally had to click and make sure it is what it is and not something
else. And it is. Good thread.
SnF
Seems like this thread has been on the board for way longer than it has.
I finally had to click and make sure it is what it is and not something
else. And it is. Good thread.
SnF
a reply to: Randyvine2
Certainly a different thread to the normal, and yeah bot an old thread either.
Maybe the ol' intuition kicked in. Glad you're enjoying it.
Certainly a different thread to the normal, and yeah bot an old thread either.
Maybe the ol' intuition kicked in. Glad you're enjoying it.
a reply to: Flyingthroughlife
"memory sets" gives a practical point of view. One can edit memory like an audio track. I learned it from the fae as I needed to know how to work on inflicted trauma.
If there is a s*, I suspect the concept was hijacked from the fae's work.
The study of the origin and engineering of memory on Earth gives the fae perspective. The fae perspective is not the same as the human perspective.
If we consider the Earth as a sentient Being and then look at what lives here, we come to the conclusion that life here is born from the Earth's sentience and then returns at death.
The Salamander (Elementals) is an extension of the Earth's sentience for example. The fire, air, earth and water Elementals are the Earth's sentience in expression. Simply put; when one "speaks" with an Elemental, one is "speaking" with the Earth, rather than an intermediary (so it seems to me in practice anyways).
Elementals don't seem to have an individual memory set, nor do they have an avatar as a fairy has. So Elementals are not fae.
Plants, animals and humans are also of the Earth. The difference is the degree in engineering of individual memory.
Originally, a life was a memory that a fairy cherished and waited for a prospective suitable "critter" to install the memory into.
Then the fairy linked the memories in linear order, installing each time.
That is the "book" analogy. From the assembled "book" memory is engineered the persistent memory. The persistent memory is the one that is reborn over and over. It grows as the snowflake grows.
(The occultist might say this is Lemurian epoch engineering, or something like that.)
The persistant "snowflake" memory is the wonder of fae engineering, especially in the human. One can see the whole history of the person in the snowflake memory. The first ten seconds of the video shows a simple polygon, which then branches. One might say the the branches are strengths of character born of repeated events. From the simple to the complex.
One can also see the correspondence in how I explained reading a life and living the emotional spikes first.
That is the model I see when a fairy and I work on a child's trauma. When severe trauma is present, one or more of those branches has a blackened section at the end of a branch, rather than being a really nice blue (of time).
Based on this, my own opinion is the persistent memory (snowflake) engineered by the fae has been misappropriated and re-branded as someone else's work. (man in the middle) That is why I won't use the "S" word.
The "vertical transporter" may be local rather than interstellar. The reason I say this is because there are the memories(?) of transporter ruins buried in the sea bed off the coast of Egypt. I have mentioned those things a few times on ATS. Basically you have two spheres in two different places and swap the inside dimension. Walk across the boundary and you are there, step back across the boundary and you are here again. No entangled quantum dead cats required. From memory there was a set of eight off the Egyptian coast, all broken.
The green aurora above the "floating city" is a clue to what is going on with the pyramid.
Whatever the floating city is energetically doing creates the aurora above in conjunction with the pyramid below. I am not an electronics person, but the the two parts: pyramid and city are both two way conductors (switching?) between positive and negative with rather high voltage involved. I don't know what electronic component that is. Transistor?
Maybe at that, the boy's memory cut into pieces and distributed. (Though those pieces would probably not be the "Keys of Enoch" is my understanding.)
(quote from my post above)
--------
Probably a good thing that the knowledge is lost, my instincts say that knowledge is bait.
Edit to add:
Hah! Not bait!
--------
(unquote)
From experience I have developed an bias towards regarding "knowledge" as generally bait in a trap. So I just walked away.
Lilith saw what I was doing and decided to correct my (mistaken) point of view. That way I would re-examine. Therefore my "edit to add".
So not a trap or weapon. (I am always cautious)
Intelligent design? Benevolent? To whom is the question I would ask.
Conjecture: My suspicious nature would examine the possibility of the memories being higher order instructions over what was written on the outside of the pyramid.
Could be a lot of reasons for the killing. Telling the wrong person "no you are wrong" can get a person into a lot of trouble. Especially if it threatened someone's comfy position.
The destruction of other people's knowledge is a theme through history.
'ol General Butler, I like him : )
Well worth the read.
Edit to add: Sometimes I will sit down with the "girls" by the fire and autopsy what I have written in a post.
Lilith's input is "the complete knowledge given to the boy is no longer available."
The fairy folk seem to regard the "giants" in the city as aloof, and just sort of took over what the fae had created in humanity. The city folk vanished, and man tried to re-engineer.
I have to admit that I have seen the memories of a race of giants who lived primarily on the moon, coming here to earth to indulge their hobbies of old fashioned hand to hand combat with armor and spears. Lapidary and jewelry making and so on. I got the impression they let other people do all the menial work.
Aye, memory sets are a great term, perhaps better than “soul” for my proposal of the mechanics of this phenomenon.
"memory sets" gives a practical point of view. One can edit memory like an audio track. I learned it from the fae as I needed to know how to work on inflicted trauma.
If there is a s*, I suspect the concept was hijacked from the fae's work.
The study of the origin and engineering of memory on Earth gives the fae perspective. The fae perspective is not the same as the human perspective.
If we consider the Earth as a sentient Being and then look at what lives here, we come to the conclusion that life here is born from the Earth's sentience and then returns at death.
The Salamander (Elementals) is an extension of the Earth's sentience for example. The fire, air, earth and water Elementals are the Earth's sentience in expression. Simply put; when one "speaks" with an Elemental, one is "speaking" with the Earth, rather than an intermediary (so it seems to me in practice anyways).
Elementals don't seem to have an individual memory set, nor do they have an avatar as a fairy has. So Elementals are not fae.
Plants, animals and humans are also of the Earth. The difference is the degree in engineering of individual memory.
Originally, a life was a memory that a fairy cherished and waited for a prospective suitable "critter" to install the memory into.
Then the fairy linked the memories in linear order, installing each time.
That is the "book" analogy. From the assembled "book" memory is engineered the persistent memory. The persistent memory is the one that is reborn over and over. It grows as the snowflake grows.
(The occultist might say this is Lemurian epoch engineering, or something like that.)
The persistant "snowflake" memory is the wonder of fae engineering, especially in the human. One can see the whole history of the person in the snowflake memory. The first ten seconds of the video shows a simple polygon, which then branches. One might say the the branches are strengths of character born of repeated events. From the simple to the complex.
One can also see the correspondence in how I explained reading a life and living the emotional spikes first.
That is the model I see when a fairy and I work on a child's trauma. When severe trauma is present, one or more of those branches has a blackened section at the end of a branch, rather than being a really nice blue (of time).
Based on this, my own opinion is the persistent memory (snowflake) engineered by the fae has been misappropriated and re-branded as someone else's work. (man in the middle) That is why I won't use the "S" word.
I think it may be worth considering “the some” involved in this “vertical transporter” and “destination between lives” relationship between a Lilith/Delilah and a man, especially since I theorize it could be connected between the ancient boy who Lilith and the giant woman created.
The "vertical transporter" may be local rather than interstellar. The reason I say this is because there are the memories(?) of transporter ruins buried in the sea bed off the coast of Egypt. I have mentioned those things a few times on ATS. Basically you have two spheres in two different places and swap the inside dimension. Walk across the boundary and you are there, step back across the boundary and you are here again. No entangled quantum dead cats required. From memory there was a set of eight off the Egyptian coast, all broken.
The green aurora above the "floating city" is a clue to what is going on with the pyramid.
Green: At lower altitudes, the more frequent collisions suppress the 630 nm (red) mode: rather the 557.7 nm emission (green) dominates. A fairly high concentration of atomic oxygen and higher eye sensitivity in green make green auroras the most common. The excited molecular nitrogen (atomic nitrogen being rare due to the high stability of the N2 molecule) plays a role here, as it can transfer energy by collision to an oxygen atom, which then radiates it away at the green wavelength.
Source: wikipedia
Whatever the floating city is energetically doing creates the aurora above in conjunction with the pyramid below. I am not an electronics person, but the the two parts: pyramid and city are both two way conductors (switching?) between positive and negative with rather high voltage involved. I don't know what electronic component that is. Transistor?
As I read your comments, I had this imagine of the murdered boy you mentioned being represented as a vase. The vase is copied before it is destroyed. The original is gone. The copied vase is then shattered and the pieces are scattered around.
The shattered pieces are each a fragment of the memory set, and each piece is embedded in certain boys as they are born or at some point as they age. Each piece/boy is watched over by one of Lilith’s daughters.
Maybe at that, the boy's memory cut into pieces and distributed. (Though those pieces would probably not be the "Keys of Enoch" is my understanding.)
The question I would have for you is are you implying that these memory sets are a trap/weapon or are you implying they are by intelligent/benevolent design? Who would be the “they” behind their implementation?
(quote from my post above)
--------
Probably a good thing that the knowledge is lost, my instincts say that knowledge is bait.
Edit to add:
Hah! Not bait!
--------
(unquote)
From experience I have developed an bias towards regarding "knowledge" as generally bait in a trap. So I just walked away.
Lilith saw what I was doing and decided to correct my (mistaken) point of view. That way I would re-examine. Therefore my "edit to add".
So not a trap or weapon. (I am always cautious)
Intelligent design? Benevolent? To whom is the question I would ask.
Conjecture: My suspicious nature would examine the possibility of the memories being higher order instructions over what was written on the outside of the pyramid.
Perhaps to help us understand what kind of person/persons would murder the boy you mentioned for the knowledge he possessed…
Could be a lot of reasons for the killing. Telling the wrong person "no you are wrong" can get a person into a lot of trouble. Especially if it threatened someone's comfy position.
The destruction of other people's knowledge is a theme through history.
'ol General Butler, I like him : )
Well worth the read.
edit on 15-6-2021 by NobodySpecial268 because: typo and clarity
Edit to add: Sometimes I will sit down with the "girls" by the fire and autopsy what I have written in a post.
Lilith's input is "the complete knowledge given to the boy is no longer available."
The fairy folk seem to regard the "giants" in the city as aloof, and just sort of took over what the fae had created in humanity. The city folk vanished, and man tried to re-engineer.
I have to admit that I have seen the memories of a race of giants who lived primarily on the moon, coming here to earth to indulge their hobbies of old fashioned hand to hand combat with armor and spears. Lapidary and jewelry making and so on. I got the impression they let other people do all the menial work.
edit on 15-6-2021 by NobodySpecial268 because: added edit to add
a reply to: NobodySpecial268
NobodySpecial268,
The idea of memories growing like snowflakes is very interesting to ponder. It does make me want to better defining this man in the middle attack, which I feel like a picture is taking shape on the Who/what/why/how of this hijacking of the original natural order of the world we live in. I’ll hold off on tackling that for now to take some time to better define it for you (and given the fact I have probably posited an obnoxious amount on this thread already and you and the others deserve a break from my ramblings for a bit).
Something else to consider about the connection between the pyramids, the clans of the fae and deceased children you have been discussing, and these memory sets.
This is a short video that Robert Sepehr created about the connection between the British Isles and Egypt of antiquity:
youtu.be...
If you go to the 7min mark of the video there is a news report discussing the findings of a study that found 70% of men in Britain have the same genetic profile to ancient Egyptian pharaohs (King Tut) while less then 1% of modern Egyptian citizens have that DNA (I’d be interested in reading the actual study).
Another interesting coincidence: there is a show on History Channel called Secrets of Skinwalker Ranch airing in the US. It’s a team of rather credible researchers with an impressive kit of collection systems (FLIR, LiDAR, UAVs, multiple sensors, video surveillance, etc) with a very impressive budget. They have found evidence of portals opening and non-human intelligence entities moving in/out/around these theorized portals. To the “normal” person it may be one thing to read an ATS thread about this subject, it’s another seeing a astrophysicist like Dr. Taylor (bio: www.history.com...) admit what they are seeing at this strange place in Utah fits a portal and he saw non-human beings.
Perhaps there is a paradigm shift on the horizon.
NobodySpecial268,
The idea of memories growing like snowflakes is very interesting to ponder. It does make me want to better defining this man in the middle attack, which I feel like a picture is taking shape on the Who/what/why/how of this hijacking of the original natural order of the world we live in. I’ll hold off on tackling that for now to take some time to better define it for you (and given the fact I have probably posited an obnoxious amount on this thread already and you and the others deserve a break from my ramblings for a bit).
The "vertical transporter" may be local rather than interstellar. The reason I say this is because there are the memories(?) of transporter ruins buried in the sea bed off the coast of Egypt.
Something else to consider about the connection between the pyramids, the clans of the fae and deceased children you have been discussing, and these memory sets.
This is a short video that Robert Sepehr created about the connection between the British Isles and Egypt of antiquity:
youtu.be...
If you go to the 7min mark of the video there is a news report discussing the findings of a study that found 70% of men in Britain have the same genetic profile to ancient Egyptian pharaohs (King Tut) while less then 1% of modern Egyptian citizens have that DNA (I’d be interested in reading the actual study).
I have mentioned those things a few times on ATS. Basically you have two spheres in two different places and swap the inside dimension. Walk across the boundary and you are there, step back across the boundary and you are here again. No entangled quantum dead cats required.
Another interesting coincidence: there is a show on History Channel called Secrets of Skinwalker Ranch airing in the US. It’s a team of rather credible researchers with an impressive kit of collection systems (FLIR, LiDAR, UAVs, multiple sensors, video surveillance, etc) with a very impressive budget. They have found evidence of portals opening and non-human intelligence entities moving in/out/around these theorized portals. To the “normal” person it may be one thing to read an ATS thread about this subject, it’s another seeing a astrophysicist like Dr. Taylor (bio: www.history.com...) admit what they are seeing at this strange place in Utah fits a portal and he saw non-human beings.
Perhaps there is a paradigm shift on the horizon.
a reply to: NobodySpecial268
NobodySpecial268,
Well… I planned on taking a break from posting but your edit was too tempting…
That sounds to be consistent with the one verse we get in the Bible referencing giants in pre-modern times:
“The Nephilim are mentioned just before the Flood account in Genesis 6:4, which states: The Nephilim were on the earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons of God went in to the daughters of humans, who bore children to them. These were the heroes that were of old, warriors of renown” (www.britannica.com...).
Here is a short video by Robert Sepehr doing short overview of the biblical references towards these giants for those wanting a quick reference:
youtu.be...
The theme that is developing in this thread is the fairy world has perhaps the more accurate accounts of human history; the other side of the coin of the distorted knowledge that has been passed down from the human side via mainstream sources provided to the masses. If the human side of things leads to the “racket of war” as described by General Butler, it makes me wonder what a world more aligned with the fae and natural order would provide us.
NobodySpecial268,
Well… I planned on taking a break from posting but your edit was too tempting…
Edit to add: Sometimes I will sit down with the "girls" by the fire and autopsy what I have written in a post. Lilith's input is "the complete knowledge given to the boy is no longer available." The fairy folk seem to regard the "giants" in the city as aloof, and just sort of took over what the fae had created in humanity. The city folk vanished, and man tried to re-engineer. I have to admit that I have seen the memories of a race of giants who lived primarily on the moon, coming here to earth to indulge their hobbies of old fashioned hand to hand combat with armor and spears. Lapidary and jewelry making and so on. I got the impression they let other people do all the menial work.
That sounds to be consistent with the one verse we get in the Bible referencing giants in pre-modern times:
“The Nephilim are mentioned just before the Flood account in Genesis 6:4, which states: The Nephilim were on the earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons of God went in to the daughters of humans, who bore children to them. These were the heroes that were of old, warriors of renown” (www.britannica.com...).
Here is a short video by Robert Sepehr doing short overview of the biblical references towards these giants for those wanting a quick reference:
youtu.be...
The theme that is developing in this thread is the fairy world has perhaps the more accurate accounts of human history; the other side of the coin of the distorted knowledge that has been passed down from the human side via mainstream sources provided to the masses. If the human side of things leads to the “racket of war” as described by General Butler, it makes me wonder what a world more aligned with the fae and natural order would provide us.
a reply to: Flyingthroughlife
In a practical sense we can work on them as read write memories. There are also executable memories. Like when a "grey" tells a five year old You will not remember what happens next. So rwx - memory-sets can actually work like Unix file permissions.
The difficulty in practice is memories maketh the man. We are the sum of our memories in many ways. For traumatized (deceased) kids, the easy thing to do would have been to simply erase the violent trauma. Then you would have the interval time to deal with. Erase that too? Then they would not know who I was and what we did together. They really don't want to loose the memory of someone being kind to them. So we go the long way and sit in the Garden of Sorrow and Regret and work things out so they can cope without being eaten from within by what has happened.
Another example: the (deceased) girl on the hotel steps. She lost her memories of her violent rape and being beaten to death. That's lost time for her, a kindness by a fairy in her case. The down side is she was left waiting for the man who would eventually kill her. Of course he would never come.
So the girl is caught in a loop one might say.
One must create a future for them.
There is a lot of responsibility, and no question what so ever of walking away when it gets too hard.
I read the first chapter of the skinwalker book about the wolf, and not long after I sense these (unseen) predators just out of sight around my house. With predators the ones you know about are not the dangerous ones.
They circled and stalked for a few days and then pounced one afternoon while I was in the vege garden.
It grabbed my neck from behind in it's rather large jaws, I felt the teeth around my neck.
There was an injured human looking little girl with the wolf. The girl had been impaled with what looked like a large thorn.
So while "moms" teeth make things rather awkward, we get the little girl to approach and remove the "thorn".
Then they simply disappeared.
The wolf was a fairy with her "precious thing".
That's why I am not a book reader, watch TV, cinema, video or youtube. No newspapers either. The critters sometimes follow me home : )
Then again, perhaps the "wolves" simply watched me for a time and saw the pictures in my head as I read that book's first chapter. Whatever the case may be, she wanted her injured "precious thing" assisted so we put up with "mom's" fear of humans and her "insurance".
Upon the link between the fairies of old Egypt and the British Isles, perhaps I should relate my story of going down the rabbit hole that is the great pyramid sarcophagus and meeting the goddess Isis, Ra and his overprotective mother.
Geez my brief time with Isis was a laugh. Why not, some fun.
It will shed some more light on the folly of men, a little upon initiation,
and even Isis's hymen ; )
Edit to add in reply to another edit to add . . . .
I don't know if they are the Nephilim. The girl was thirteen feet tall though.
Though my suggestion here, and only an educated guess, when it is said: when the sons of God went in to the daughters of humans, who bore children to them. - that may have been more to do with a dissection table rather than a Queen Anne four poster bed.
The horrors of the antediluvians is perhaps not the green eyed blond giants, I have my doubts there. More likely it was the humans below who turned to their slice, dice and splice version of growing organic machines.
The children of the dark side of the moon are what I call Tama - little cuties who like to battle. The bio-engineered children of the fairy Ereshkigal.
(image attribution: British Museum, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons)
It is a difficult one, we can't return to what once was.
All I can say is: The fae want their children returned. - The children would be humanity.
The idea of memories growing like snowflakes is very interesting to ponder.
In a practical sense we can work on them as read write memories. There are also executable memories. Like when a "grey" tells a five year old You will not remember what happens next. So rwx - memory-sets can actually work like Unix file permissions.
The difficulty in practice is memories maketh the man. We are the sum of our memories in many ways. For traumatized (deceased) kids, the easy thing to do would have been to simply erase the violent trauma. Then you would have the interval time to deal with. Erase that too? Then they would not know who I was and what we did together. They really don't want to loose the memory of someone being kind to them. So we go the long way and sit in the Garden of Sorrow and Regret and work things out so they can cope without being eaten from within by what has happened.
Another example: the (deceased) girl on the hotel steps. She lost her memories of her violent rape and being beaten to death. That's lost time for her, a kindness by a fairy in her case. The down side is she was left waiting for the man who would eventually kill her. Of course he would never come.
So the girl is caught in a loop one might say.
One must create a future for them.
There is a lot of responsibility, and no question what so ever of walking away when it gets too hard.
Another interesting coincidence: there is a show on History Channel called Secrets of Skinwalker Ranch airing in the US. It’s a team of rather credible researchers with an impressive kit of collection systems (FLIR, LiDAR, UAVs, multiple sensors, video surveillance, etc) with a very impressive budget. They have found evidence of portals opening and non-human intelligence entities moving in/out/around these theorized portals. To the “normal” person it may be one thing to read an ATS thread about this subject, it’s another seeing a astrophysicist like Dr. Taylor (bio: www.history.com...) admit what they are seeing at this strange place in Utah fits a portal and he saw non-human beings.
I read the first chapter of the skinwalker book about the wolf, and not long after I sense these (unseen) predators just out of sight around my house. With predators the ones you know about are not the dangerous ones.
They circled and stalked for a few days and then pounced one afternoon while I was in the vege garden.
It grabbed my neck from behind in it's rather large jaws, I felt the teeth around my neck.
There was an injured human looking little girl with the wolf. The girl had been impaled with what looked like a large thorn.
So while "moms" teeth make things rather awkward, we get the little girl to approach and remove the "thorn".
Then they simply disappeared.
The wolf was a fairy with her "precious thing".
That's why I am not a book reader, watch TV, cinema, video or youtube. No newspapers either. The critters sometimes follow me home : )
Then again, perhaps the "wolves" simply watched me for a time and saw the pictures in my head as I read that book's first chapter. Whatever the case may be, she wanted her injured "precious thing" assisted so we put up with "mom's" fear of humans and her "insurance".
Upon the link between the fairies of old Egypt and the British Isles, perhaps I should relate my story of going down the rabbit hole that is the great pyramid sarcophagus and meeting the goddess Isis, Ra and his overprotective mother.
Geez my brief time with Isis was a laugh. Why not, some fun.
It will shed some more light on the folly of men, a little upon initiation,
and even Isis's hymen ; )
edit on 15-6-2021 by NobodySpecial268 because: clarity
Edit to add in reply to another edit to add . . . .
“The Nephilim are mentioned just before the Flood account in Genesis 6:4, which states: The Nephilim were on the earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons of God went in to the daughters of humans, who bore children to them. These were the heroes that were of old, warriors of renown”
I don't know if they are the Nephilim. The girl was thirteen feet tall though.
Though my suggestion here, and only an educated guess, when it is said: when the sons of God went in to the daughters of humans, who bore children to them. - that may have been more to do with a dissection table rather than a Queen Anne four poster bed.
The horrors of the antediluvians is perhaps not the green eyed blond giants, I have my doubts there. More likely it was the humans below who turned to their slice, dice and splice version of growing organic machines.
The children of the dark side of the moon are what I call Tama - little cuties who like to battle. The bio-engineered children of the fairy Ereshkigal.
(image attribution: British Museum, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons)
The theme that is developing in this thread is the fairy world has perhaps the more accurate accounts of human history; the other side of the coin of the distorted knowledge that has been passed down from the human side via mainstream sources provided to the masses. If the human side of things leads to the “racket of war” as described by General Butler, it makes me wonder what a world more aligned with the fae and natural order would provide us.
It is a difficult one, we can't return to what once was.
All I can say is: The fae want their children returned. - The children would be humanity.
edit on 15-6-2021 by NobodySpecial268 because: added edit to add in response to an edit to add which in turn is a . . .
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