Trees and rivers and mountains are symbols about our experience here on Earth. I feel like I live a symbolic life and this is a dream world. What is this dream about?
I was telling M about someone I’m related to in the Encyclopedia Britannica. Then he said he had a family member who worked at Encyclopedia Britannica in the US.
The Hebrew word for covenant is b’rit, meaning covenant, pact, or treaty. It is one of the most frequently used words in Hebrew scriptures. The word B’rit implies the shedding of blood in the process of ratifying an agreement.
I AM is I AM NOT (amniotic). They are part of one thing and you can’t be separate, you are always part of the whole.
amnion – “vase in which the blood of a sacrifice was caught,”
Red Blood Cells
The Hebrew word for covenant is b’rit, meaning covenant, pact, or treaty.
David Icke says we are trapped in a Moon/Saturn matrix. I read the other day that the Moon is the little hand on the clock and Saturn is the big one. I like David Icke’s theory but I think all is mind, and in our mind, we understand that the Moon and Saturn are connected to time. Also, the moon connects us to earth. All of the math works out for the current understanding of the layout of everything in space, except that the matrix has added some dimension for the experience.
First, you make the world nice and flat.
Then, you make the Sun and the Moon equal partners.
Then, you take this flat DNA that looks as it is bound by time
un-flatten it so that it moves
from your point of view, look up in the sky
We are all right here and this is the center of the universe.
Before you laugh or stop reading, just think about this: have you, yourself, ever been in space to see a globe earth? Have you ever seen curvature from an airplane? At first, it seems ridiculous to even challenge a globe earth, since we’ve been told something from as early as we can remember…
When I look through my telescope, I see the moon like this.
I see curvature and it looks like a ball.
I am not saying that this doesn’t make sense, it does…mathematically and logically.
But if you are trying to understand what I am saying LOGICALLY, then you are missing the point in the biggest way imaginable.
Maybe our perception is skewed.
What is this dream about? Love.
The Tree of Life
I was doing some True Detective work, and I made some connections at the tree.
Dora is Dorothy
Dorothy fem. proper name, from French Dorothée, from Latin Dorothea, from Greek, literally “gift of God,” from doron “gift” (from PIE root *do- “to give”) + fem. of theos “god”
He mentioned the establishment of the Dynasty in Carcosa, the lakes which connected Hastur, Aldebaran and the mystery of the Hyades. He spoke of Cassilda and Camilla, and sounded the cloudy depths of Demhe, and the Lake of Hali. “The scolloped tatters of the King in Yellow must hide Yhtill forever”, he muttered, but I do not believe Vance heard him. Then by degrees he led Vance along the ramifications of the Imperial family, to Uoht and Thale, from Naotalba and Phantom of Truth, to Aldones, and then tossing aside his manuscript and notes, he began the wonderful story of the Last King.
To the Editor of “British Malaya”
[British Malaya, May 1936]
In the April magazine your correspondent in Malaya asks me, in courteous terms, to tell him why I gave the name “Carcosa” to the house that was designed and built for me at Kuala Lumpur by the late Mr. C.E. Spooner, assisted by Mr. A.B. Hubback – as he was in those days – and I have no objection to answer the question even though the simple truth may spoil a number of excellent stories. When this house was finished and occupied I read a book which interested me. It was called “The King in Yellow” and at the beginning of this book there were some verses with a note explaining that they came from Cassilda’s song in “The King in Yellow”, Act 1, Scene 2. Here are two verses: –
“Strange is the night where black stars rise, And twin moons circle in the skies, But the stranger still is Lost Carcosa.”
“Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.”
I did not call the Resident General’s dwelling “Government House,” or “King’s House,” because neither seemed an appropriate name in Protected States. I did not give it a Malay name, because it was to be the residence of a British Officer; so I took a book name as has often been done before.
As to the word Carcosa, I imagine it was the Castle of the King in Yellow, but the book explains nothing about either the place or its occupant. That apparently can be found in the play, to which there are only occasional allusions. Probably it is a word created by the author’s fancy, though it looks like a combination of the Italian words cara and casa and would mean “desirable dwelling,” as indeed I found it.
The only curious fact is that this name was prophetic for, as I understand, the house has lost its name and is thus, “Lost Carcosa.” The occupant, I am told, is now styled “F.S,” instead of “R.G.”
19 April 1936.
In True Detective, “good” and “bad” were always blurred. Often I would be convinced that the killer was one of the detectives, and if it turns out they weren’t, concepts of good and evil still inter-lapped and it was a pendulum swinging, weaving a complex fabric of one big thing containing all parts of itself. The denial of this truth keeps humanity in a low vibratory state. It’s always this, and there is not one without the other:
The “I am not”
Why is this so important? Because the implications of knowing or not knowing is keeping humanity in a corner! It’s about thinking there are limitations when there aren’t!
If you go to the grocery store and someone hands you a list, that makes it easy. Usually it’s several items, bread, eggs, hot dogs, cheese, paper towels.
But no one would ever give you a list of everything they DON’T want! Because then you have to spend forever trying to figure out what ISN’T on the list of thousands and thousands of things of everything on the grocery list. Currently, we live in the ‘few items at a time’ world.
The “I am not” is the unlimited and it’s always there. We are capable of gnosis…we are capable of knowing a list, and a not-list.
What does this have to do with Oak Trees?
The Oak tree’s roots reach as far into the ground as it branches reach to the heavens. This makes the Oak a symbol of saying, “as above; so below”
another words, it MIRRORS.
MIRROR at the TREE
Perhaps the covenant is love and love will never break. It will only expand.
this tree in Texas…
While much of Texas reels from the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey, one very old resident remains unbowed.
But one tree stood tall in the face of Harvey’s wrath. One Big Tree.
In fact, the oak — considered the second oldest of its kind in America — not only stared down a hurricane, but emerged seemingly unscathed.
“You don’t get old by being weak,” the post noted.
Indeed, and it was just the kind of strength Texans needed to see.
‘We bend, but we don’t break’
“That big oak is a symbol of Texans everywhere,” wrote one Facebook commenter. “We bend, but we don’t break. God bless us all and God bless Texas. We will rebuild!”
Another commenter added, “This tree is Texas strong.”
The largest southern Oak in Mandeville, Louisianna, 1,500 years old…
The Seven Sisters Oak
The origin of the name, Seven Sisters, is lost in the obscurity of time and memory. One current story is that the name describes seven main trunks that comprise the single tree. Yet, the oak actually has more than seven trunks that split from its immense base in two clusters. Another speculation is that the name is a translation of an older Choctaw Indian name that’s now forgotten. The Choctaws were residents of this area for many years before white men arrived and a tree of this size would possibly have been well known and named by them.
The Angel Oak in Angel Park near Charleston, North Carolina.
Angel Oak was damaged severely during Hurricane Hugo in 1989 but has since recovered. The Angel Oak tree is featured prominently in the book The Heart of A Child by Emily Nelson.
The Friendship Oak on the campus of the University of Southern Mississippi
Maybe I’m out on a limb…
Since c. 1400 especially of a leg; in Victorian English this usage was somewhat euphemistic, “out of affected or prudish unwillingness to use the word leg“ [Century Dictionary]. However in Old and Middle English, and until lately in dialects, it could mean “any visible body part”:
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor (you know)
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
it “IS” all there ever IS