CHAPTER 19

Many people in their quest for power and manipulation have summoned the Dark Ones who exist below man's consciousness and walk through men's dreams in many forms; sometimes as being of lights, sometimes as nightmarish phantoms; they evoke negative emotions, create violent scenarios to feed off; and no matter which directions most turn in their dreams; humans will walk into dramas that are being recycled; though there are different costumes, different settings, these are the same primal dramas played out in multi-dimensional places. It is the intent of the Dark Ones to manifest in these dream space and begin the process of downloading into human forms to acquire a soul so they can ascend into a higher frequency of existence. Some of the minions of the Dark Ones have become realities in man's mind space and from there they have waged their wars to proliferate man's soul. Humans are the gate way to the higher realms of light. Humans are the new gods who have not manifested.

As for those who serve the Dark Ones from below gain in power, they are slowly being hollowed out and being made into a vessel for these exiled beings.

Man's thirst for power has made him look below and outside of himself and they are manifesting these entities by channeling their powers through the forbidden knowledge that is the knowledge of the eternal dark night. And the names of these Dark Ones will become the name that will house the Soul if man does not awaken and embrace his divinity.

-- R'AZEL CHANNELINGS

Michael was sitting in front of his altar listening to tones that his body was playing from within. He could see symbols and images flashing through his skin as if someone was running a computer program. He understood he was a bio-computer; information was being activated. There was the sound of an explosion coming from within his head and then a flash of white light. Another part of his consciousness had become activated. He was experiencing another life while consciously sitting in front of his altar.

His body was being dismembered and the pieces were scattered to the four corners of the earth and his phallic was being consumed by an amphibious creature. A thought – "It is as if the creature took back a part of itself that it had offered for construction of this body. This amphibious creature was phallic in nature."

Another thought occurred that the pieces of his body that were scattered about where vessels for the female principle to explore its emotional state. Thereby spirit moved into manifestation through the emotional expression of the female principle and became the child – in essence the female principle was giving birth to an androgynous being sleeping within expressions of male and female beings until such a time their consciousness could unite the male and female half within each being. This third being, the child was like a house on a bridge that reached into a male domain and a female domain – it was a meeting place for light and darkness to heal their separation.

Flash. He found himself looking through the eyes of the Hierophant.

The Hierophant took the bread to his mouth.

"This is the body of the Goddess."

He took a sip of wine.

"This is the blood of the God. Within me I have taken both, within me I have become their child. I am of two worlds, light, dark, male, female. I walk in the spiritual plane and I walk upon the lands of man. I am a child of the Heavens and the Earth. I am the messenger. I am the voice. I am the child of the beginning and a child of the end."

As the ceremony ended, the Hierophant flashed on another timeline.

He was a village shaman. He sat in a cave where in front of him was an underground lake. An amphibious creature rose from the water to greet him. As he watched he noticed the shaman was not afraid but greeted this visitor warmly.

Oannes spoke. "Soon it will be my time that I make the transition. When that time comes, you must consume my flesh and drink my blood. You will be as a god."

"No I can't. You have been a great teacher."

"My child, do not deny my final request."

Then he flashed forward to a moment when he was standing in a circle, four crystals where in the circle representing the four directions, the four Aeons of humanity. "I am the altar and the sacrifice," Michael spoke from deep within himself.

Flash. Michael found himself sitting again in front of the altar, fully present. The language of light was no longer flashing on his skin. "Such a vivid imagination I have," he laughed to himself. "I should be a storyteller."