THE TIME CLONERS
excerpted from "In the Stomach of the Dragon" copyright 1995
I sat in the Martian pyramid chamber with Master Q. We watched with great interest the sand storm that covered the ancient Mayan statues with renewing sand and covered the desolation of the planet. Things like this were best consigned to the realm of memory. In contrast, Jupiter gleamed upon the surface like an odd moon. The big red spot looked the size of a quarter, but was still an impressive planetary sight. At that time Master Q spoke.
"All these experience of the movement of the assemblage point you have had over the past couple of years are just like past life rememberances. They are part life recollections much like the realization of your lifetime in the culture of Mayan Seers when archeologists have reported that such civilizations flourished. The culture of Mayan Seers still exists in a place beyond the ordinary understanding of time. Yes, the ruins are still there. They have left us a memory of their time in the world. I know of this time out of the context of linear time in which the Mayan Seers still exist. I am from that time as well as you. In the state of heightened awareness you are as much a part of that state. If the two worlds were brought together for a moment for everyone to see, the ruins would come alive again. The culture of the Mayan Seers exists physically in the state of the Third Attention. The body of the Third Attention is a body consisting of the elements of pure multi-dimensional time.
"These Seers played strange games called Time Cloning. The scientists of your age were content to simply play with the genetic structure to reproduce certain pharmaceuticals and organs. Someday you may actually clone full physical bodies in their entirety. The Mayan Seers used cloning techniques as well. They realized that time is programmed into the cellular structure as is your mind and emotions. As such, time can be cloned physically as a solidified hologram of dreaming. In such maneuvers they could take their civilization out of the context of linear time. Time cloning produces a maneuverability in time. Past or future is completely relative. Multi-tasking is the ideal state.
"The games they played were games of awakening. It is nothing to them to get lost in history and to play the game among their fellow Seers to see who could awaken the other in the most extreme conditions. Gaze upon the sand storm that at one time covers over time and, in you, opens the portal of time."
I gazed at the Martian sand storm. As it drew me out into its strange eye, it seemed as a geyser of sparkling water. That water showed me more images of that most significant lifetime in the culture of Mayan Seers. We would practice the near death state by taking poison along with other herbs to extend its effects over a long period of time, sometimes for weeks at a time. In that period we played the game of lifetimes. It was a game of hide and seek. Out of the random circumstances we were born into holograms of our own making. We each took on a normal birth condition to play with the effects of unconsciousness. Who would wake up first and who could prime the awakening of other Seers? This game was played time and time again. We played it in the fashion of the old ball games.
I chose a lifetime duringhte wild west of the 1800s. I was a maverick type with a bad reputation. It was such that I had to always look over my shoulder to see who might want to kill me. It was the kind of stimulation we Mayan Seers sought in the extreme games we played. Paranoia was my heightened awareness and it was that way I lived and I lived recklessly to reinforce that state among the people of the time. Even though I lived the life of heightened awareness, I also lived the life of taking extreme and reckless chances.
I met a woman who I knew was hired to do me in. I decided to satisfy my desire with her and then kill her. We had great sex. It was the kind of sex that affirmed life, because we both knew someone would die this day. So we each abandoned ourselves to intense lovemaking, allowing the other the opportunity to put one in the situation to strike the death blow. It became a chess game of intensity until I felt that I had turned her around. I thought that I knew the heart of a woman and for one moment I let down my guard. My head came off at that moment in one swift turn of a ritual obsidian knife. I looked at her through the eyes of a disembodies Soul that know the headless body I wore was soon to collapse. In one suspended moment of non-ordinary strength I withdrew a gun from under the pillow and shot her. Our physical bodies collapsed and we found ourselves back in our Mayan bodies.
"I found you and I win", she said.
The fatigue of a mist of unconsciousness drifted away and I smiled at her. "Game well executed", I said.
"Since I won let me state the nuance for the next game. I would like to disassociate several bodies and put them together in different lives. Let us see if we can bring together such a diversity."
I watched them as they drank the fluid that would begin the game. I realized I am still in the middle of that game. I do not know what form it will take, but this time I am awake first. That gives me the advantage. I asked Master Q where my adversary was. He would not answer.
He said, "Do not involve yourself in the frivolity of the situation. This is a different game with different realizations. You will have the opportunity at the right time. You will feel it on all levels and when you strike the death blow it will also be different. You will strike to awaken, not to kill. You both are to actualize this complex maneuver at a very important time. The death will only be symbolic, but it will release the spirit of the New Age. Time is the true playground. It no longer has to be as extreme as the frivolous play of Sorcerers willing to kill to make a point. The point is something different this time. The point is the perfect awakening in a consolidated atmosphere.
"There is plenty in the Universes upon Universes that test the marrow of your fragmented being at this very time. This test of power asks only your death. Whether that death is symbolic or actual makes little difference. The time prefers a symbolic death. It proposed to hold you up without a Soul so that it can siphon your energy. It is the same entity that destroyed Atlantis. That lifetime is simultaneous with this one in many ways. You know about that lifetime very well, but you do not know your involvement in that time. Look further into the sand storm."
I again looked into the storm and rode its visionary trail. I found myself standing on the steps of a large pillared building that was a cross between Greek and Egyptian architecture. In the front there was a large statue of an ibis headed being. I knew it instantly as Thoth. I also knew this to be an ancient settlement of Urselon in Atlantis. This was the edifice where those who studied Sorcery came for their tests. I was there with my companion Janyl. We were both totally conscious of our real identities in this particular lifetime. We knew that we worked in tandem in many complex practices, projects and tests in Sorcery. One such event was scheduled. We were both called to enter these halls to undergo an unknown test. We knew others who had undergone such tests but were never heard from again.
We were led by two hooded figures into a long hallway. There we saw what were only hidden by the covers. They were too numerous to count down the long hallway.
"Avendar, I know there are other hallways here", she said. "I just feel it."
We were silenced by the hooded figures but we continued to communicate telepathically. Janyl pointed to something we were approaching in my mind. We saw two large, smooth slabs made of pure, clear crystal. We were impressed by the hooded priests to lay down upon the slabs. As I did I looked up and saw another slab suspended above me. This one was a shell that was made to fit overtop of the lower one. Together they made a crystal sacrophagus.
Janyl looked over and smiled confidently. "There is nothing that anyone can create that we can't get out of", she thought out loud.
The priests lower their hoods. We could see their large mushroom heads. They connected certain wires and tubes as well as withdrew certain bodily fluids that were left in a dish just in front of the slabs. Finally they left the area. We waited a short time when the crystal shells above lowered over top of us. In my last sight of Janyl I saw her smiling in full confidence.
I heard her think, "let's not forget this time."
The interior of the crystal sarcophagus began to fill up with a thick mist that froze the interior into a solid mass. We were being sealed permanently into this crystal tomb. I felt a cool fluid being automatically injected into me. It is the same near-death formula that brought us here.
There we were together, disembodied, watching the final process of our funeral. We realized that all the other covered slabs were others who had undergone the same funiary process. They were using the energy of dreaming to run their civilization. We both agreed that was a risky thing to do. Someone could destroy the whole of it from within. They had left the materials for that destruction right outside the sarcophagae.
We went over to the dishes of cellular material because we knew that is where our work begins. Jnayl motioned over to me to come over and watch what she was doing. With the motion of her hands spiraling around the cellular material I watched her transform into a dream.
In the dream I saw a jungle. In the jungle I saw a village. In the village I saw people gathering inside a ceremonial area. Drummers were drumming pensively. People chanting and swaying in trance decorated the scene. Four female dancers came out and danced in a circle. In their circle dance they continuously raised their arms to the sky and then lowered them swaying in graceful gestures to the ground. They raised the dust up, spitting and exhaling into it. Their arms and legs had many cuts on them and they were also bleeding from a hidden place that I only sensed but was not allowed to enter because of my gender. There blood was on the ground. The blood seemed to glow in ruby opulence through the dust. Out of the blood, dust, spit, breath and force of the dance something seemed to be forming on the ground.
The dancers danced even more furiously. The whole crowd was at a fever pitch. Some were dancing uncontrollably, some were in a deep trance muttering rude incantations and drummers drumming frantically with strange rhythms. It seemed only I bore witness to what was going on in the center of the four dancers, but then I realized there were many eyes along with mine watching the dream. It was the Watchers of Urselon. They were judging the test as well as mediating the energy that was produced from it for some purpose I could not fasthom at that moment. I was too interested in what was going on in Janyl's dream. I was watching her artistry and mastery in action. I knew she would not fail.
I watched closely the area of dust where I saw a figure forming. It very clearly formed the figure of a supine black panther giving birth. The placenta rose out of the womb like a brilliant flesh flower and opened up revealing a little baby child. A woman came over and took the girl child and raised her up above her head. No one was in any condition to see, but I felt she was showing me my friend. We were celebrating the success. She always wanted to be a shapeshifter. She had created the circumstances for that power. In this way she amalgamated the power of many different lives of disassociation for her realization. This was far beyond what she originally wanted to accomplish.
The dancers danced in reverse and the chanters and drummers slept in exhaustion. The dream disappear. Even as I knew she was in another life working on mastering her new power, I felt her presence with me as I began to focus upon my own cellular material.
I began to work the energy around the cellular material. I already knew where I was going. I had planned on it. It was the planet Earth in the twentieth century. There was a black hole eating away at the center of the galaxy and no where was the effect greater than upon the planet Earth at that time. It was a place where all were drained of energy. In such a place I knew that I would have even less. I was going there to figure out a possible solution to that problem. It was a problem that posed the greatest interest to Sorcerers.
I began to transform into a dream. As I did I felt an image of a dark bent-over presence. It was so large that it was impossible to see the whole thing yet I knew if I viewed any portion of it I could be lost into it. In my Sorcerers vision I could see it turn around. It had what seemed to be a long neck with a small head and a long beak. It knew I was there. It swiped at me with its beak and hit me with a numbing wound. I fell backwards into uncertainty. I knew I would have to meet that entity again. As I fell I yelled my name. It echoed back into my ears as I went unconscious. The next thing I woke in a crib. In my mind I went over images of this lifetime I knew intuitively I would meet. I felt them as a child but I did not know them in full consciousness.
I woke up out of a rapt trance. I forgot that I had been with Master Q all this time.
"I am glad that was only a remembrance. I would hate to have to go through all that again," I said.
"You just needed to refresh your mind as to the reason why you are here. You had met that dark bird before. That makes you like us. We uphold the balance in the galaxy. Many just come to cloak awareness and dwell in the conspiracy as fodder for its drama. There is a conspiracy afoot, be assured of that. As there is a conspiracy, the Warrior must act as a conspirator as well just to protect oneself from those states of sleep that kill a little bit at a time. You and those you touch also will become involved in this conspiracy. You are all co-conspirators that fight against the imposition of the pattern of normalcy, excessive gravity and cellular lethergy. It is necessary to fathom the depth of the conspiracy and in those secret moments within yourself, strike at the heart of that conspiracy.
"The heart of that conspiracy is so extremely convenient that you start the rebellion by changing your own life. That is because those who would put you to sleep in a zombie bedazzlement know the breath and depth of you. They know that what puts mice to sleep will have the same effect upon you. You think you live in the afforded luxury that you are different than laboratory mice. Someday you may take a step beyond that state if you are successful in your rebellion.
"Those underground groups of Sorcerers have always been the resistance. They have always been at the front of the resistance, even when the attention is not upon the Self. When there is peace in the world, these underground groups of resistance will still be necessary. You are the heart of the subversive activity that will save the planet and every living thing there. In that microcosm the entire universe can be saved and the black hole healed. You will be attacked many times at your weakness, but in a sustained effort to withstand the onslaught you can do wonders. This you can teach to others through your knowledge and example. It can be more infectious than the worst virus. Many have become leaders this way and many will as long as there are agents that bring some fragment in of the truth. That is all that can be handled at any one time."
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