THE SHACKLES OF ORION
The end of the song of powerlessness
Job 38:31 Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?
I have previously explored the fact that 20,000 years of humanity on planet Earth could and should have been interstellar.
No bows and arrows and swords and armour and gunpowder and damp wood and bare stone.
That our history and some alleged technological developments tend to be fake.
That we should have for thousands of years been flying to work in Hindu Vimanas and taking package holidays to sub-surface cities and subterranean cruises yet for some reason, whilst many can recollect their airtime flying against the Orion fleets in the Pleiadean wars – no-one is very happy about how they keep getting recycled on this world and worlds like it.
e.g. Ralph X and Paul Schroeder.
The Repto-Grey alliance and their Orion Federation seem to get a hold of souls and farm them in artificially retarded and distressing cul de sacs for various reasons.
We know for example from the accounts of e.g. Susan Reed, James Bartley and many others that the Reptilians like to groom and anthropomorphically orientate their ancestral swamp larvae and need suitable fodder to do that with.
We might avail ourselves of the statues of big Reptilians subjugating humans and the human scholar trying to hold off a smaller larva in the park at Oslo, Norway if we need to peruse the abundant evidence for this subculture.
We can also hear how the Reptilians and Greys and indeed many other monsters from folklore can make the average human being look rather pedestrian. [I M Banks, British Calender Customs, 1937]
OUR MYTHOLOGY AND MEDIA IS A CONTINUAL SONG OF DISEMPOWERMENT
Indeed our mythology, our media, our science fiction and our fantasy, our films and our TV is full of supermen and superwomen, and elite wizards and all those extra special people that seem to have so much more than we do in processing, agility, strength, memory, skills etc.
That might be though merely because the human being as a DNA project was created to be a loser amongst the artificial social constructs and cul de sacs. A struggling human, in despair, pain or outrage versus some unjust and artificial winner is going to be very educational for the larvae as they try even harder to progress against impossible odds.
We see the matrix technologies outside our windows on flashearth.com whilst the practise of physical and spiritual nutrition and software farming proceeds. We hear reports that sound so B Movie horrific that the better alternative is Saturday Night Live and hope this stuff goes away.
Our memories and intelligence blanked and diverted, even implanted – perhaps its good to be watching soap operas and pretend that the neighbourhood isn’t really on acid. Rows of houses dark by zip code, lights in the neighbours bedroom, network conversations, overhead rooftop height ships moving above the streetlamps, paranoia, fear and stagemanaged non-events, deliberate acts of terror and evil everywhere – we know that we are surrounded – that all seems lost – that goodchildren cannot blossom because evil aliens are everywhere – even that evil aliens are replacing us – switching us off – lifting us off the streets in broad daylight.
It also seems that acts of magic and acts of faith require ten years isolation in an ice cave or breaking iron bars with the bare teeth etc – and whereas Hollywood may not have been kidding with the title of the film Enter the Dragon with all of his superfast Reptilian-like timelessness beyond the somewhat retarded human nervous system it might just be that the ordinary human being can beat the system too.
I take it most everybody has seen or heard of the work called The Lord of the Rings and in that [allegedly Masonic and Scottish epic] one of the outstanding superhuman players is the wizard Gandalf. A One in a million character with the capacity of high magic and great feats. Think that in comparison to him and his shining robes – the average human being is more like a hobbit or a dwarf or to be compared to an unresonant piece of wood or e.g. ‘hat stand’.
If Earth in common with other derogatorily named farming planets and hosting nurseries is intended to depress and contain and restrict and compress and shackle its inmates – then one of the most important lies to sell them on is the lie of disempowerment.
Suppose for example every human being was really as innately powerful and able as Gandalf the Wizard, for being creative souls good enough to farm as such for our lifeforce juices we must have those magical soul engines within us too.
Reptilians, Greys and others do have the habit of setting themselves up as absolute winners or outright gods in our lives – and with superhuman intelligence, memories, skills, millennial life experience etc they do have certain advantages. If a human isn’t losing out on a despair farm what kind of farm are they running etc
However, what IF – all human being right now have the capacity to use their powerful creative thoughts to change or influence the established order. What If we are really as powerful as Gandalf, but we have been made to believe we are lesser. We know these processes of creative thought and imagination are very powerful.
If we produced feats of magic then theoretically the aliens that keep us here would go to any lengths to disguise the nature of our influence and its impact on real world and real time processes.
Mark 11:22 'And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.
23 For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith.
24 Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them.
25 And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses..'
The true nature of such faith and such magic on Planet Earth would have to be hidden and disguised by our farmers to make it appear improbable and hard to do and difficult to focus on, and impossible to attain, yet we hear that some Reptilians can double themselves up and also flit between dimensions adjacent to here, interfacing with very high tek equipment etc [Jewels, Lincoln Cathedral stained glass 13th century]
The last thing they would want is for the farm stock to create a magical stampede of reality recreation against the walls and boundaries of our ideological and spiritual and technological prison.
The shackles of Orion have obviously been in place in this galaxy for a long time but the main battle keeps getting replayed every day in the minds and hearts of the prisoners of Earth.
When they tell us that Faith cannot move mountains – they lie – that is the heavy ball and chain that sinks us into their frequency pit.
We hear that in spirit worlds – the power of thought can create matter and living matter [RJ Lees, The Life Elysian, Anthony Borgia, Life in the World Unseen etc] and also the miracles of healing and the creation of foods noted in the Acts and the New Testament.
What IF, on planet Farm, the doubts that disappoint our water walking are implanted farming strategies, not just from within ourselves.
What IF we can all heal but have to combat other simultaneous hacks on our spirits that ruin its effectiveness and its resonance and harmonious and sympathetic application.
Feats of healing sympathetic resonance are going to be very hard to enact on a deliberately constructed despair farm for example.
Humans tend to be occupied flight testing problem solving strategies with deliberately stressing tools whilst nursing and educating and feeding the farmers and their progeny.
If the prisoners or livestock suddenly awoke to their true levels of innate magic – an army of a billion Gandalfs might arise.