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  • carol
    A bit on the ahrimanic double. I realise that I knew well the fullness ahrimanic double in myself before my abrupt (cosmically imposed) change of course at the
    Message 1 of 10 , Jul 16, 2007
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      A bit on the ahrimanic double.

      I realise that I knew well the fullness ahrimanic double in myself before my abrupt (cosmically imposed) change of course at the tender age of 22. And I have found it peculiar that within this past year 'substance' has been trying to enter this now deflated area of my being.

      As it occured yesturday evening and into this morning.

      I had returned to visit with a friend after only 2 days because we had previously not taken the time to plan out modalities for our upcoming country 'work' trip. Although in the first instance, I had spent a complete evening with my friend, we had suddenly become too 'engaged' by watching a movie. A neighbor and friend from across the street had called and wished to sit with 'us' and view one movie out of a selection of 3.

      Yesturday evening at my friend's house, this same friend dropped in and requested that we all view together a British mystery program. Luckily, this time, the country arrangements had already been reviewed.

      So there I found myself watching television for the 2nd time in a 3 day period. Not so dangerous you might think, especially since the movie a few days earlier was a light hearted Quebecois story, and this one a 1 hour mystery story with spectacular Devan (?) coastal shots.

      I had risen and left the range of the television set at the end of the show to gather myself and things to leave, only to return to 'it' to say my goodbyes. Now the television set had by now 'discovered' a movie in progress. The scene was of a robust enough man in a wheelchair lamenting something about 'not being a man'. His wheelchair was swung around to face another man (with a scar across one lip) who ordered the other to 'open his eyes- or else he would stapple them open'.

      The second man then placed himself in front of something of a movie screan, and then turned around and removed his black silk housecoat, only to reveal his full backside down to his bottom, tatooed in a repeated image of horns (of a ram?) with of course, the spine acting as a central point. He then proceeded to flex his back musles so as to give life to this 'beast'. He then took hold of his housecoat and turned to face the vulnerable one in the wheelchair.

      In the meantime, I'm asking everyone in the room, 'What is this, what's it called, what's going on..." The friend from across the street who by the way works as a researcher in film and is native of Toronto not so long ago says to me: "Carol, you better go, he's about to tear out the guy's tongue with his teeth"

      At which point, I tore for the door.

      But not without taking one glance back and picking up on a peculiar collective apologetic soul message, one of which I have come to recognise.

      It is as if there is a hidden secret about television. In spite of 'nice' stories that can passed through it, it remains a powerful source for feeding substance into the 'ahrimanic double'.

      I had escaped viewing the violent bestial image from out of the movie, but I had not escaped the impact of the Ahrimanic 'sting'. For this is enlivened in the collective lower devachan soul field of which I also am vulnerable when I get too close.

      And that's my North American tale of the day. Terror still  has many 'channels' even if the skies are freed.

      C.

       

       


      --- In anthroposophy@yahoogroups.com, "holderlin66" <holderlin66@...> wrote:
      >
      > Carol and Dr. Steiner did work on the Kamaloca journey of Helmuth von
      > Moltke (1848-1916). When the etheric forces of the i am and inner
      > memory are shaken or stirred, under the waves of life, The Etheric
      > Christ event, the fulcrum of the i am and the fulcrum of Earth
      > evolution, eventually stirs up vast memories out of the Etheric memory
      > of the Earth... and no amount of equation scribblers, save for the
      > cognitive insights of our higher humanity, no amount of equation
      > scribblers can contain the vastness of the ripples of memory in a mere
      > abstract equation. Except that it verges on a kind of madness and
      > fanatical belief in brain bound dead thinking. To believe to death
      > that you can catch the equation of our Angels or follow the waves and
      > particles of The Etheric Christ, by attempting to freeze thought into
      > a brain bound equation, verges on madness. The tale of our humanity
      > and the memories rippling under the surface of the waves, eventually
      > will come up to haunt us. It cannot be helped.
      >
      > That is why Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and extreme nervous
      > conditions were predicted by Steiner as the soul tries to prevent and
      > hang onto the idea that the somehow the mighty waves of i am memory
      > and Etheric Christ activity under the surface of our biographies can
      > be stifled. They can't be stiflied because the rippling waves under
      > the surface of our Etheric lives is not merely the Etheric in nature
      > but the Etheric memories that act as Trans-Temporal bridge points,
      > because Christ as the St. John Revelation and Einstein comparison
      > proves, that Christ penetrated and entered not only physical,
      > molecular and matter regions of Earth and Earth laws, but could also
      > bridge to the mighty Time picture of Earth' super biography in the
      > pictures of the Devachan Time picture of St. John's Revelation.
      >
      > Try to put all that into an equation. Rather we need warm human beings
      > to see clearly the vast tale and the vast tale spin and stirring
      > centers where the waves and currents of the deep Etheric Christ pass
      > and are felt under the surface of consciousness. The Michael School
      > brings those etheric ripples and insights to the surface of
      > consciousness and restores the Consciousness Soul with them.
      >
      > Take this Kamaloca excursion for instance. They are coming and more of
      > them must continue to arise from under the surface where it will not
      > remain hidden.
      >
      > Inferno
      >
      > "Outside of time things look different.
      > You see a nobody doomed by the hunger for fame.
      >
      > He is already tagging the fatal ring,
      >
      > Dashing toward heroism,
      >
      > Feeling no mercy toward children, women, the elderly,
      >
      > Or an innocent passerby who hoped to live long and prosper.
      >
      >
      > Explosion, bang, the hero is torn into pieces,
      >
      > Blood, mutilation, death.
      >
      > The mission has been accomplished:
      >
      > Fear has been imprinted into the enemy's every cell.
      >
      > But where is the reward
      >
      >
      > The gate to Paradise?
      >
      > The hug from Allah or Mohammed?
      >
      > Maids, festive food, and joy?
      >
      > All that mullah had promised so lavishly?
      >
      >
      > I descended into hell,
      >
      > Melting into a crowd of those
      >
      > Who hailed the cult of heroism.
      >
      > We had a mission to look for
      >
      > The deceived that perished innocently;
      >
      > Look for the victims of World War III.
      >
      >
      > And we sank into Bardo darkness,
      >
      > Into nobody's zone between heaven and earth.
      >
      > Where yelling, curses, and moaning were heard.
      >
      >
      > .... This was how the astronauts yelled, locked into their space
      > suits,
      >
      > Still fearing to die, not yet knowing
      >
      > That their bodies had been dropped already and
      >
      > Flames had swallowed their earthly paths.
      >
      >
      > The astronauts were helped.
      >
      > However, former heroes are still yelling
      >
      > Cursing liars and deceivers.
      >
      > They shout, "Damn you!
      >
      > Come here, mullahs, walk in our shoes!
      >
      > Let's trade roles!
      >
      > You stay here for a while,
      >
      > And we'll go home
      >
      > To our fathers, mothers, loved ones.
      >
      > We have not lived yet, not loved yet… yet… "
      >
      >
      > There is emptiness all around. No one is there to answer.
      >
      > Death shows them their karmic movie –
      >
      > The suffering of those, whom their explosions killed.
      >
      > Their victims also want to go home!
      >
      > They also have not lived yet, have not loved yet…
      >
      >
      > I am confused. How can I help?
      >
      > "Stay away," I was told by my guide.
      >
      > "Can you not see that we are busy?
      >
      > Watch what war does to people...
      >
      > Look for the truth,
      >
      > What it is chewed with and how they do swallow this!
      >
      >
      > I watched how those who saw themselves as heroes,
      >
      > Became cosmic lunatics and
      >
      > Were tied up,
      >
      > In order not to disturb the space
      >
      > With their turned-inside-out vibrations.
      >
      >
      > I am reached by these vibrations as well
      >
      > They are unpleasant and prickly.
      >
      > My hands cover my face... Where does this rusty shield
      >
      > That I am holding as an umbrella over my head,
      >
      > Come from?
      >
      >
      > The "movie" starts over and over again –
      >
      > Explosion, bang, the hero is torn into pieces,
      >
      > Blood, mutilation, death.
      >
      > The moaning of widows and mothers…
      >
      > The slivers bounce back scratching the
      >
      > Dusty surface of my shield.
      >
      > These explosions will disturb space for centuries
      >
      > Until the cosmic eons will straighten out these vibrations.
      >
      > "Okay, let's go," said my Guiding Angel and Protector,
      >
      > A nice fellow, a poet who walked on Earth a shorter time than I.
      >
      > We took to the cosmic paths back toward the light,
      >
      > Scooping up a couple of victims who still couldn't grasp
      >
      > That they had left earth without saying their good-byes.
      >
      > We walked in silence, making fun of the newcomers' fear they felt
      > having us around. They held tightly to their wallets, guarding their
      > pockets. It was OK with us. They will learn soon that in the afterlife
      > money does not buy a thing and the only currency that works here is
      > kindness, truthfulness, and compassion. We all righteous and guilty ¯
      > arrive in the spacious cosmic land as beggars ¯ because we come from
      > our mad worlds ¯ socialist, communist, capitalist ¯ if you only dare
      > to believe me."
      >
      > http://www.tanika.com/index.html
      >
      > Bradford brought;
      >
      > "Now all of this that I am sharing are intimate experiences where we
      > look into the eyes of our friends and neighbors who have not one whit
      > of a clue of the mighty etheric foundations that each of us and each
      > person rests upon and that we have carried through in a trans-
      > temporal, trans-Einstonian paradigm. There we stand eye to eye in the
      > same moment of intersection of time and the human soul can hardly get
      > a whit of intimate interest stirred in their souls. Not one whit of
      > newbie intelligence can solidly go through the door and compare the
      > difference between the Time document of St. John's Revelation and
      > Einstein's theories. Well Spiritual Science and Occult Science an
      > Outline and the Michael School gives solid ground beneath our wings
      > and feet. Unschooled observation seeking clues of reincarnation for
      > selfish reasons doesn't offer one the type of clarity that keen
      > observation and true listening to others like the tale of a club foot
      > gave to Dr. Steiner. The impression of a club foot and the reasons
      > behind that club foot brought Steiner to a very keen observation of
      > the Palladium and Troy."
      >

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