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			by 
			Dan Winter 
			and 
			Steve Tribbeckfrom
			
			EarthPortals Website
 
			
			
 Steve explained to me that during aboriginal ritual, a massive 
			collective thrust of emotional momentum, is sent consciously into 
			the Earth. The gathered collective almost glandular electricity of 
			tribal ceremony is consciously aimed and focused on an Earth song 
			line as a kind of conference phone call to record the tribal moment 
			into the Earth grid.
 
 The way a song line works at one level has been described as a 
			mnemonic device for recalling how to live and eat and move at the 
			various sites along the Earth walk. At another level however we 
			recall how the sounds of the song literally changed the germination 
			time of the old blue corn seed. Piezoelectrically the Earth rock, 
			like seed DNA, appears to be able to better phase lock or record 
			human emotion, in the presence of the conscious phonon braiding we 
			call 'song'. This is because the sonic pressure envelopes phonon 
			hologram at one level, vibrates the DNA's microwave to symbiosis with 
			the Earth grid's same microwave affinities (cf Bob Dratch, Microwave 
			Scanning). At another level the rocks themselves are piezoelectric 
			and thus phonon sensitive not just to feet dancing and drums 
			beating, but also to long wave coherent sound in general. The 
			geometry of pressure of human feeling walks in pilgrimage into 
			Earth's magnetic lines like a giant library whose storage 
			algorhythmn is symmetry among magnetic circles. So the old ones go 
			to old rocks to collect the feeling magnetics of old memories 
			similar to the way westerners use library cards with magnetic 
			stripes.
 
 Arrangements for tribal ceremony are similar to druids arranging the 
			geometry of position of relevant pendragon players like they were 
			each a different lens for magnetism. Since each gland and each 
			person bends the magnetism according to the perspective of their 
			position, a snapshot of ritual places people like grains of sand on 
			a musically vibrating plate. In the end the creation of a collective 
			magnetic body with a life or 'recursion' of its own, depends on the 
			geometry of those whose glands are most magnetic, being in place to 
			catch the magnetic wind of space on which love travels. When 
			successful this magnetic inversion envelope like a new cloud with a 
			life of its own floats out on the land to columnate rain, fertilize 
			field magnetics, or be aimed directly into the song line grid for 
			storage or transfer to other bioregions.
 
 The key principle by which these collective ritual magnetic 
			'egregors' of emotion are born and transferred through the grid, has 
			to do with understanding the physics of recursion / self-embeddedness 
			/ fractality / self-reference. Let's use some conceptual visual 
			tools to 'grow' this principle. Think of a wave moving out across 
			the waters as it were. If the wave were to discover itself alone, 
			there would be no way it could phase lock with with another wave and 
			thus create a standing wave. Standing waves are called mass or 
			matter, and are the only way memory or pattern is stored or becomes 
			eternal among waves. So if you are a wave, if you cannot phase lock 
			and create a standing wave, you are a dead wave. This is similar to 
			looking for a lover if you want your genepool to survive.
 
 So the only solution for a lonely wave to live forever is to find a 
			way for the wave to reenter its own self. This allows it to 
			reinforce it's own spin or inertia so as to not spin out in 
			dissipation.
 
			  
			
			THERE IS ONLY ONE IDEAL PERMISSIVE SPIN GEOMETRY WHICH 
			ALLOWS A WAVES SPIN TO REENTER NON-DESTRUCTIVELY INTO ITSELF. THIS 
			GEOMETRY OF SPIN SELF-REFERENCE PERFECTED, IS THE GOLDEN MEAN OR 
			EQUIANGULAR SPIRAL.  
			  
			
			The Golden Mean or 'Phi' optimizes recursion and 
			self embeddedness. It is the only wave function whose interference 
			adds and multiplies with infinite constructive result. We believe 
			the love touch expresses the lo-îphiî ratio (Sentics), and the 
			heart's sonics express 'phi' harmonics at the moment of love. This 
			creates permission to touch or embed, and recur or re-enter self. 
			The picture of a heart learning this skill of compassion to embed is 
			literally a heart shaped wave. 
 So wormhole creation and maintenance is literally, recursion 
			creation and maintenance. Recursion is the skill to thread one 
			magnetic domain back down into the center of itself to spin lock in 
			a bigger magnetic donut around the original. In the end this 
			produces the glue of one wormhole or song-line inside the next bigger 
			one until continents are glued together better because of the 
			magnetism which emotion has woven in there. It is important to 
			realize that mind or awareness inhabits the flame or standing wave 
			which magnetism can create potentially when its geometry becomes 
			self-embedded or fractally attractive. This is the sense in which 
			pressures nesting create a space for the breath or magnetism of 
			spirit to be embodied as a standing wave. In the west this is called 
			the principle of adam kadmon, or a wave form of symmetry which as 
			archetype becomes self-organizing and therefore alive. Symmetry 
			operations which create self awareness are recursive. Visualizing 
			this becoming enveloped within process, is easiest if you have 
			experienced the palpable magnetics of being enveloped by compassion.
 
 An important insight here is that the actual moment of the 
			perception of compassion in the heart's magnetism is that moment 
			when recursion inversion happens. So the production of the wormhole 
			song-line glue to nest our Earth into bigger magnetics begins 
			directly with the skill to feel compassion and create recursive 
			magnetic braiding beginning directly with the heart.
 
 The aboriginals have a word for places on the land whose large land 
			formation magnetic shapes have living quality. 'Injalak', is the 
			"Place of Fish Dreaming". There is another "Place of Bird Dreaming" 
			where the vortex consciousness of bird is embraced through ritual to 
			create identification with the awareness or expression of bird (in 
			a sense as a wave form). In the "Place of Goose Egg Dreaming" the 
			egg shape of the dream work hatches and the memory flies off over 
			the land.
 
 The fractal like possibilities of "morphic resonance" allow the 
			magnetism of big shapes, from land to dream to man, to cascade 
			constructively into little shapes, where the same ratios recur.
 
 Holy Blood Holy Grail, was the story of ET lightening in the blood 
			of Magda. The Migdala was a tower which braided up, even after the 
			Templars died. We are writing here in "Maggie's Valley", where the 
			fractal squeezed nut dripping sweet braid Amygdala is the name of 
			the journal on fractality, and where the Indian's go to die. Their 
			memories here permissively enfold into the grid. The Templar Atbash 
			Baphomet was Sophia the Muse of Christ. And ...So Phi.. is the muse 
			of the principle Christos.. Christ-all eyes. The Magda fractal 
			attractor of all crystalization. Making gravity, G Ray of Vita.
 
 The spin touch permissive landscape which fractality creates does 
			seem antithetical or opposite to ancient tribal taboos requiring 
			secrets and forbidding sharing. At first it seems ironic that the 
			landscapes fold enacts the symmetry laws which test for shareability, 
			while the ceremony which sends human emotion into that land is 
			forbidden to be shared. We might ask ourselves, in principle as it 
			were, whether ecstatic ritual which allows the charge of 'eck' to 
			enter the 'stasis' of the still or zero point of infinite 
			connection, inherently breaks down secrecy and the personality 
			barriers of separateness. Is it the function of ceremony or ritual 
			to make magnetic memory more or less shareable? When does pure 
			intent become shareable? Does pure intent have no secrets?
 
 We need to ask ourselves about the history of ecstatic ritual to see 
			why they were secret. At first it seems as simple as seeing that the 
			men's ritual was secret to women because their ecstasy was their 
			power, and they were fearful or jealous of women's emotive power. 
			The male alcoholic substitute for ecstasy announced their fall. The 
			fires of the women's camp have been burning for eternity. In the 
			fractality of the female egg born inside the women with the first 
			women, is a flame that doesn't go out. In the germ in the egg is a 
			Gordian knot with enough spin to last forever. To ask permission to 
			drink from that silver grail cup, go to the place between breaths 
			down the wormhole.. in the ocean.. surrender.. to a wormhole right 
			there. His angle to the curvaceous woman there tempting.. to slip 
			straight in.. within her or upon her.. no matter what happens.. into 
			the recharge cave enkiel.. en key el... En ki.. En lil..
 
 But even in a large scope, access to ecstasy was access to 
			political power. A true geomantic king realized that emotion 
			projected into song line ruled the grid. Regulating the plumbing 
			geometry of gathered collective ecstatic emotion regulates the 
			weather, germination, viruses and disease, and growth in general. As 
			in Camelot where there was a legal limit to the weather: growth and 
			precipitation ALWAYS follow the lines of magnetism in the land. They 
			are fed by infolding emotion, they steer the microwave, and by 
			collective focus they create collective perception. Tut wore jewels 
			to focus his genetic microwave emissions to regulate climate.
 
 In the past, if you weren't propagating the politically correct 
			ecstasy, you were a threat to the priests and the king. After the 
			priests killed Tut, and the Templars, and the Druids, and the 
			Cathars, and then almost one half the women in Europe, they did not 
			appear to apologize. Misunderstanding tantra and the function of 
			sperm, today their news reach the media mostly for pedophilia.
 
 So today in the west, that role of secret priest is better played by 
			the CIA and NSA whose microwave towers at Native American sacred 
			sites play havoc with the weather and the birds song lines, and 
			regulate viruses to control whole populations. ("Angels Don't Play 
			this HAARP".) Long wave emotive grid magnetics wave guide the 
			microwave CIA communications bloodlines, while major fractions of 
			our Gross National Product are spent by the NSA specifically to 
			hide 
			the presence of ETs from us. The rate at which grid communications 
			eliminate secrets is the rate at which people give permission to 
			touch. People will be drawn in with new purpose, realizing the 
			function of ceremony. A ritual aligns magnetics with a longer wave, 
			consuming perspective. Eventually in a grid which is information rich 
			enough and fractally spin dense, symmetry means no secrets. 'It is 
			simply a question of time', which only names relative spin, also now 
			in recursion. In the Mayan Solar spiral of time, the self awareness 
			when the recurrence goes infinite at center, is the only fractal 
			path out of chaos whose widening gyre cannot hold center.
 
 Grids don't become fractal or self aware unless someone ends the 
			vicious asymmetry of secrets. Initiate some process of empowerment, 
			so that the people gain their power back (see "HeartBeat Earth" 
			project). The Nexus sucks us in like a tornado. The earth will be 
			blown away in the magnetic wind of the sun with approaching age 
			ending concrescence, unless the dreams and dream spells of the old 
			ones indigenous peoples are alive and awake and conscious in 
			symmetry space, to be the dream catcher for the ecstatic communion 
			which the sun must experience in her approaching eros with galactic 
			alignment. Aboriginal and Indigenous grid emotion ties are the 
			oldest cultures on earth, and greatest leverage into the grid.
 
 Does the end of secrets equal death? Or are both merely the illusion 
			of an approaching still point sorting memory patterns, testing for 
			shareability? The Laze Are Us effect sees through the other side of 
			the wormhole, by gathering enough focused magnetic emotion, to 
			create a collective organ of perception. Genepools are harvested as 
			this Eye of the Phoenix arises from the vile of our Ashes.
 
 The core mechanic of ritual and ceremony is the skill to toss 
			emotion into the grid.. for the survival of the genepool. If that 
			survival is the key, then what part of the skill of ceremony must no 
			longer be secret? The symbiosis of planets to genepools, is root 
			races which make magnetic grid emotion dream-spells to contain the 
			wind of their Suns. So that like lightening in primal proteins, only 
			symmetry survives, at the solar system's moment of testing we 
			discover what is shareable in our dream-spell.
 
				
				"Jaguar priests and blood sacrifice.. medicine card of great smoking 
			mirror.. feel lightening remembered always return to heart, that 
			they are one of us as consumed perspective... she who sees looked 
			deeply into the medicine bowl, and as a tear from her ancient eyes 
			hit the water, shimmering circles of light opened one upon another. 
			Inside the concentric circles appeared the face of sky god, the 
			teacher from the stars, who said, be at peace many children, know 
			that the crooked trail of these Jaguar priests will end in folly. I 
			taught the Mayan that the healing of the people would come through 
			the heart, and seeing all things as another one of themselves. I 
			taught them that the remembering would come through the blood and 
			their personal genetic memory"..  
			
			The heart has the most vortex symmetry gravity, and the blood sings piezoelectrically with the magnetism of the land, when the 
			DNA is 
			braided by love from the heartbeat. As a geometric extension of 
			consciousness, the fields rung into DNA extend by recursion braiding 
			into waves the lengths of galaxies, whose bend responds then 
			directly to human love, which only bends the light.
			
 Thanks to Sue Hirschberger..
 Asheville, 5/96.
 
 
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