An Email from AnaMata RaMuAn, Great Lady Mother, Prime Creator Source

Subject: From: AnaMata RaMuAn Great Lady Mother Prime Creator Source

Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2003 21:08:51 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time)

From: "Mrs. Suzanne Onaxis" <mrs_onaxis@hemc.net>

To: <Antares@magickriver.com>

 

 

Beloved

An-Ta-Res, 

I am here upon the body of

The Magdalene, 

beautiful and gracious Mrs. Onaxis, 

specifically because I want to take the time to address you here,

personally,

and privately.

 

And so you may consider that I am granting you

SPECIAL DISPENSATION

from, in fact and indeed,

that which

I AM THAT I AM,

Great Lady Mother.

You have done well,

Great Master,

to have sent along to me the picture that was formulated of you

upon that which is called the rock of the great monkey,

who is a friend of mine, great King indeed,

and in fact,

I am aware of all of your profound and mighty

Councils

that are so present with you there

at the hem of the garment of cascading water,

whose faces and whose countenance

are so abundant

as they surround you with the beautiful and enduring presence,

ancient of days indeed,

of their championship and guardianship of you,

and your sweet body.

 

And, of course,

in my message to you here,

I send along to your mighty Councils my fondest of high regard as well.

And so state I unto you here,

Be Ye Not Afraid,

for you are not alone.

 

For those who walk with you,

yea, verily indeed, all around you,

are mighty indeed,

 

and, as it is,

that you hold my boy and my woman here,

Mr. and Mrs. Onaxis,

yea, verily indeed,

Yeshu and Magdalena

in the highest of high regard,

then,

according to your sweet and simple sincerity

and the purity of your great heart,

so it is,

that you have earned my high regard as well.

And, I assure you,

Great Master,

as you may remember,

I do not grant my high regard "lightly".

 

At the same time,

as it is that you have so called upon me to bless your beloved friends,

so it is,

that grant I my unto forever blessing upon Heiko and Selina,

for they are sweet, and generous indeed.

 

And, grant I my blessing unto them,

not only because they have earned it in their own right,

but most particularly,

at your call.

 

It is time for you now,

Great Master,

to descend the stair

after the achievement of such exalted heights,

to incarnate fully upon the sweet body

that has all along the way held you,

Great Master,

quite steady

in your pursuit of higher wisdoms,

in order

that I might

ME.ET

you here now,

Dweller Upon The Threshold,

to encourage you, and to tell you,

that it is quite SAFE

and most conclusively

TIME

in your process of ASCENSION,

to DESCEND

quite fully

upon the sweet body that is here

in the beautiful Garden of Earth Heart

in order that you may,

upon your incarnation

simply walk,

not only as A Great Master,

but as A Great Man.

 

And when it is that you do,

so it is,

that your unto forever mate will also know that

THE TIME IS AT HAND,

and that it is

QUITE SAFE TO INCARNATE FULLY HERE IN A BEAUTIFUL BODY AS WELL,

in order,

that the two of you, that are unto forever

One,

may so make your passage

through that

Garden Gate,

that I quite assure you,

is

A GUARDED GATE

as well,

in order,

that your process of

ASCENSION

through the paradox of descent unto

FORM

itself,

may be accomplished.

 

And therefore,

Be Ye Not Lonely Ever Again.

 

So Be It.

Love I you greatly indeed.

And as it is,

that you have "blessed" our simple house here,

with your fond regard,

requiring nothing,

but willing to give everything, from the well of your deep Heart,

so it is,

that place I my blessings upon you,

quite magnified indeed,

in order,

that the Desire of your Sweet Heart,

would so manifest in many ways

that perhaps will be surprising for you,

but of course, quite timely,

and in perfect measure.

 

Unto what is called "the water of your grief"

so is it "crossed over"

unto

The Passion of The Fire of Absolute Joy.

 

Unto what is called "the fire of your rage"

so is it "crossed over"

unto

"The Living Water"

of the Golden Elixir

of

Immortality

itself,

 

Unto what is called The Clay,

yea, verily indeed,

The Earth of your magnificent Body,

so it is,

That The Vessel

has been made ready,

and

The New Wine so Now Comes Forth

quite nature-ally indeed,

Breathe, Breathe, Breathe,

 

Great Master,

Shaman Man,

Who is also a "shy" man, and a very Great Man

indeed.

 

And so

Breathe The Breath of Life,

Great Shaman

unto and through your beautiful Body there,

and I will send you

A Great Wind,

to blow all of your grief away.

 

And, when feel you

That Great Wind, In Your Hair,

Know

that

Love I you greatly indeed,

and send I you my profound

GRATITUDE

upon the very breath of the wind itself, 

that as you

BREATHE

you will clear the air,

and simply blow away the tattered garment of false humility,

that you no longer require to accommodate you as a great cloak,

for your moments of standing in the wings

are concluded.

 

And so grant I unto you

Great Master

your wings once again,

Sweet Butterfly, and Mighty Eagle,

in order that,

as you become completely grounded in the Form that is your sweet Body,

so it is,

that your wings unfurl, 

and your brain,

and the sweet mirroring of the hemispheres therein,

so opens to receive all of the

WISDOM

that is contained within your Soul,

through the portal of your Immaculate Heart,

to ignite The Violet Flame

that resides therein,

to implement The Golden Understanding

that is the very thread of

THE GOLDEN THREAD GENETIC

itself,

and unto the reading of my words,

so is activ8ted,

and so shall come forth within you,

the

PURITY

of the river of true humility itself,

that it is your simple and honorable

HUMAN GREATNESS

that has allowed for that river to flow once again,

in utter and abject

PURITY.

 

And unto the weeping of the great tears

of true and real

HUMILITY,

so it is

that both the dam and the damning is so

BROKEN and Forever Removed

to allow the

DESCENT

of your own true, individual

GREATNESS

to come upon you,

once again.

 

And as it does,

so it is

that your blessed and beloved

BODY

will come upon a great

SHOUT,

that no power, nor no principality,

has the capacity to restrain.

 

And upon the shouting of that great

SHOUT,

so shall it be that

GREAT LAUGHTER

will come upon the

BODY.

 

And in the presence of that

LAUGHTER,

so are all the portals,

where distortion has ever entered therein

in these holographic fields of reality,

be

SEALED UNTO FOREVER,

so that you are,

in fact and indeed

GREAT MASTER,

and Beloved and

GREAT MAN,

The incarnation of

PURITY

itself.

So Be It.

I am that I am

AnaMata RaMuAn

Great Lady Mother

Original Feminine Principle

First Cause

Prime Creator Source

The House of Ram

                                           

                                           

                                           

 

 

 

 

WHY NOT TAKE ALL OF ME? (Turning tragedy into triumph)

Two extraordinary airplane disasters within four months. That’s what Malaysians have had to endure thus far in 2014 (apart from the foul reek of religious bigots spewing forth unmitigated malice in the accursed name of racial supremacy) – and who knows what else is in store for the rest of the world? I have a feeling July 2014 has got a few more surprises up its sleeves… but there are just too many probabilities for me to predict which will manifest on what level.

Debris from Flight MH17 (Reuters)

How reality options unfold is in our own hands – or, rather, our own mindsets and mental attitudes. Remember we inhabit a hologram populated by souls at different degrees of consciousness – and while some are acutely aware that we each experience “reality” according to our perspectives and programming, many others are still looking outside themselves for expert guidance or scientific proof. In these tumultuous times of massive transition, anyone who passes himself or herself off as an expert is more than likely just another spiritual carpetbagger.

Looking for bodies in a field of sunflowers (AP/Dmitry Lovetsky) 

Indeed, these are times when the line between apocalypse and epiphany becomes so fine you might encounter both heavenly and hellish scenarios sitting next to each other on the last train to Clarkesville. On my facebook newsfeed, for instance, I read about a friend’s glorious yacht vacation in the Mediterranean; and the very next post is a video uploaded from Gaza that shows an anguished father hugging the body of his dead daughter who can’t be more than five. Even as some make plans to trance-dance in Koh Phangan or indulge themselves at a luxury spa in Phuket, others in Iraq, Syria, Palestine, and the Ukraine are experiencing hell on earth.

When flight MH370 from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing vanished off the radar in the wee hours of March 8th the whole world entered into the Twilight Zone. What began as a routine red-eye flight turned into an episode right out of The X-Files. Many hypotheses (with varying degrees of plausibility) have been circulated on the internet but none has been definitive or conclusive (I personally prefer the most "implausible" ones, simply because the realm of the plausible tends to be thoroughly mundane). The missing Malaysian Airlines Boeing 777 has earned its place among the “10 greatest mysteries in aviation history.” Five years after Flight MH370 disappeared with 239 on board, not a single clue has surfaced as to its whereabouts or exactly what befell the ill-fated aircraft.

At least with Flight MH17 there can be no doubt that somebody launched a villainous attack that took 298 lives – leaving hundreds, even thousands more in shock, grief, and horror. 

Latest reports indicate that at least 80 passengers were children, including 3 infants. Animals too were blown out of the sky – birds, dogs, probably a few cats. Anyone of us could have been on that plane. Air travel has become as routine as hopping on a crosstown bus or taxi. With word spreading at near lightspeed over the internet, billions have surely been impacted – at a deep emotional level – by this terrible man-made calamity. 

While millions have responded by bursting into tears, lighting candles, observing silence, or praying for the dead, many others have focused on cushioning the blow of abrupt and massive loss of life by visualizing the most positive outcome for all.

Lost in transit

Transcending the anguish I feel for friends and relatives traumatized by this horrific bereavement, I open my heart to embrace them all as fragments of my own being.

8-year-old Margaux van den Hende was on MH17
with her parents & two siblings

From the perspective of those whose earthly lives were so rudely ended - once they got over the initial shock of spontaneous release from their physical bodies - nothing tragic occurred.

Indeed, each soul found itself reunited with its astral twin, attaining wholeness and, along with it, perfect clarity. As a bonus, all residual karma was instantly erased, and totally fresh vistas of experience have become available to those who found themselves literally translated into cosmic rapture. They can opt to swiftly return as full-fledged masters and serve as evolutionary guides. Or merge ecstatically with Everything and become Nothing.

The experience of transition is, of course, nothing new. Whether or not each of us is aware of this, all of us have experienced multitudes of embodiments – in one form or another. Those of us who consciously remember parallel incarnations, or who have reconnected with our core essence, will be receptive to the revelation that death is as transient and illusory as life within the manifest worlds.

When the fragile form is shattered, our immortal substance is freed. In ages past a vast majority of souls found themselves harvested and recycled through a cunningly crafted mechanical process akin to what goes on in our factories. Occasionally a few souls were able to escape the endless cycle of death and rebirth, attaining illumination and self-mastery. Many of these would then opt to reinsert themselves into the dense and murky domains of mortal being as spiritual guides and teachers, or bodhisattvas, driven by pure compassion and love.

I can now state with absolute certainty that this scenario no longer applies. The seals have been broken, dimensional portals reactivated and reopened, and souls are free to come and go with minimal interference. To explain how this became possible would require serious effort and a great deal of background information which exceeds the scope of this essay. Suffice to say, those so inclined will find this data resonant with their core beings – and for the hardnosed sceptics, no amount of persuasion will sway them from their doubt and intellectual disdain.

In effect, the so-called Archons of Destiny (whose human agents are known as the Elite Cabals) no longer control the game. They have yet to realize this, but the harder they try to inject more fear into the 3D Matrix, the more malicious destruction they wreak upon Mother Earth and her beloved life-forms, the feebler their stranglehold on the human psyche becomes. Their delinquent actions will merely serve to increase the velocity of metamorphic transformation across the spectrum. Even if they run completely amok and kill a billion people, they will find themselves neutralized by the spiritual awakening of their own descendants, who shall be overlighted by master souls born of their own attempts to retain control.

It’s sometimes exasperating to witness some aspect of your own being cutting off its nose to spite its face, as the old proverb goes. But we must keep reminding ourselves that the vilest evil emanates from our own unresolved traumas and manifests as “the enemy” or “opponent” – which is exactly what shaitan means in Arabic and Hebrew.

Ultimately every single atom is integral to the whole of existence – without exception. We cannot destroy the illusion of Evil. But we can learn to reverse our spells (and our spelling) so we can simply Live.

Why fear the Archons of Destiny? They are no more than a few coagulated clots of our own immature selves that seem to have gone overboard with their Halloween costumes.

Blessings upon All for we are in truth One. As Ol’ Blue Eyes once sang:

“All of me
Why not take all of me
Can't you see
I'm no good without you”

[Originally posted on 20 July 2014]

Michael's dream, Sunday, 19 January 2014...

Six of us, three women, three men, are standing in a circular enclosure. In the way that some very special places can, it is speaking to us – or rather, conveying its thoughts to us without sound. Gradually it reveals itself, and its purpose. It is a small spacecraft, forty feet in diameter, with a transparent shell, which means that wherever we go, we’ll be able to see in any and every direction.

And that’s not all: quite obviously this craft doesn’t have to be flown – it will go wherever we want it to, whenever we want it to. It is not just low-maintenance, it is no-maintenance.

And as if that weren’t enough, I get the distinct impression that it also has a character and personality of its own, and a sense of humor.

Finally it says: “Welcome aboard Flightship One. Use me and enjoy me.”

The man next to me, a tall Indian or Tibetan, smiles and nods. “This is the ship that is used by envoys of God the Father and God the Mother whenever they take human form and explore this Universe,” he says. “And now it is being offered to us.”

I wake, and reach for pen and paper...

I have already confessed that with me, it sometimes takes a while for the penny to drop. In this case, several weeks pass before I realize what the above dream means. What it isn’t about is six people being offered a special privilege - it is about all of us, and what we have at our disposal:

Flightship One turns out to be nothing more and nothing less than our non-physical selves - the craft in which each and every one of us can explore time and space. In other words, our dream bodies.

Merlin used to say to us: “We need you to dream.” By which I presume he meant, “We need you to travel beyond your own limited ideas about the world and the Universe, so that you can see things as they really are. Which isn’t easy, as the Earth is surrounded by a dense cloud of gunk, known by some as “the astral planes.”

“The astral planes are the thought and emotion factories of the human race,” was my first teacher’s way of describing them. “You often complain that nothing is coming through from ‘HQ,’ as you call it. It isn’t for want of trying, believe me - but nothing can get through this miasma containing all of human thought, desire, prejudice, fear, anger, ignorance and despair.”

Our belated apologies, then, to Supreme HQ. We never stop moaning about ‘radio silence’ from you, when all the time it’s the racket coming from us down here that is stopping your messages coming through loud and clear.

Michael Dean

London

An uplifting message from my ancient & modern druid friend Michael Dean...

A dream, Sunday, 19 January 2014:

Six of us, three women, three men, are standing in a circular enclosure. In the way that some very special places can, it is speaking to us – or rather, conveying its thoughts to us without sound. Gradually it reveals itself, and its purpose. It is a small spacecraft, forty feet in diameter, with a transparent shell, which means that wherever we go, we’ll be able to see in any and every direction.

And that’s not all: quite obviously this craft doesn’t have to be flown – it will go wherever we want it to, whenever we want it to. It is not just low-maintenance, it is no-maintenance. And as if that weren’t enough, I get the distinct impression that it also has a character and personality of its own, and a sense of humor.

Finally it says: “Welcome aboard Flightship One. Use me and enjoy me.”

The man next to me, a tall Indian or Tibetan, smiles and nods. “This is the ship that is used by envoys of God the Father and God the Mother whenever they take human form and explore this Universe,” he says. “And now it is being offered to us.”

I wake, and reach for pen and paper. . .

I have already confessed that with me, it sometimes takes a while for the penny to drop. In this case, several weeks pass before I realize what the above dream means. What it isn’t about is six people being offered a special privilege - it is about all of us, and what we have at our disposal:

Flightship One turns out to be nothing more and nothing less than our non-physical selves - the craft in which each and every one of us can explore time and space. In other words, our dream bodies.

Merlin used to say to us: “We need you to dream.” By which I presume he meant, “We need you to travel beyond your own limited ideas about the world and the Universe, so that you can see things as they really are. Which isn’t easy, as the Earth is surrounded by a dense cloud of gunk, known by some as “the astral planes.”

“The astral planes are the thought and emotion factories of the human race,” was my first teacher’s way of describing them. “You often complain that nothing is coming through from ‘HQ,’ as you call it. It isn’t for want of trying, believe me - but nothing can get through this miasma containing all of human thought, desire, prejudice, fear, anger, ignorance and despair.”

Our belated apologies, then, to Supreme HQ:

We never stop moaning about 'radio silence' from you, when all the time it’s the racket coming from us down here that is stopping your messages coming through loud and clear.

My Journey through the 11:11 Doorway (Part Two)

Harmonic Concordance Full Moon Eclipse @ Magick River, 9 November 2003 (Henner Wankhausen)

At 11 to 11AM on January 7th, 1992, I was crouched on a narrow ledge behind a waterfall, ready to begin my 42nd solar orbit. There was nobody else around. The others were either enjoying a late breakfast or lazing on the other side of the river. As I launched out in my birthday suit through the waterfall’s powerful cascade, I was consciously rebirthed as Antares.

The starry name was, needless to say, inspired by a chapter in Solara’s Star-Borne book describing how to merge with your solar angel and reclaim your stellar lineages. Solara, at the time, was using “Antara” as a middle name – which, in Sanskrit, means “inter” or “link” – and I guess that was what drew the name to me. At the time I took an entirely serious view of what I felt was a new direction in my life – preparing to relocate from Kuala Lumpur to Magick River and redirecting my attention from a checkered but fun career in the performing arts to serving Mother Earth as a Ceremonial Guardian.

The week climaxed with anchoring the Opening of the 11:11 Doorway, assisted by a motley group of friends who were mostly there because the spot was so gobsmackingly beautiful. A few had asked me to explain the 11:11 Doorway and were open to the idea of evolutionary shifts triggered by stellar encodings funneled into the earth’s crystalline core, stepped down, integrated, processed into memes, and redistributed through conscious human vessels. The others were mainly there for an extended picnic – but they were nevertheless part of the 11:11 Anchor Group, simply by being there for the duration. They were fascinated by my intense focus on performing mudras at specific times and what appeared to them as my deep communion with the nature spirits, devas and elemental beings.

Ceremonial magick was then a new practice to me, so I must have appeared a great deal more gung-ho than I am these days. My task was made much easier by the fact that Solara had only downloaded the First Gate mudra – Healing the Heart – and each subsequent Gate Activation was accompanied by a new mudra, so the mudra cycle gradually grew more complex over the years.

Antarion Conversion within the
Diamond of the Unseen

I was experiencing a natural high the whole week we were in Maycliff Bungalow, exploring different sections of the river. On the morning of 11th January, I was already performing the First Gate mudra atop the 13-foot high Baby Fall at 7:11AM; again at 11:11; and so forth, each time becoming more aware of the mysterious geometries of the river in relation to the terrain. For instance, I suddenly noticed that the pool below the Baby Fall was a perfect diamond (such as you find within the Zone of Overlap in an Antarion Conversion), and that the river made a precise 90-degree turn at that spot, making it a natural transformational vortex as the rushing waters flowed endlessly past ancient granite boulders encrusted with tiny quartz crystals.

The more open and receptive I let myself become, the more epiphanies revealed themselves to me. After the morning ceremony atop the Diamond Pool, a small party of us decided to explore upstream in quest of the Mother Falls (of which we had heard reports from a few locals). After a 40-minute trek we were rewarded with a sight I shall never forget. 

Mother Falls with Lady Gaia and Hanuman visible

The first glimpse of the Mother Falls (known to the Temuan as Lata Chehek) never fails to awe the observer. It’s absolutely stunning to see a majestic column of crystal clear waters tumbling 50 feet into a womb or heart shaped cauldron. Above this a much higher cascade, perhaps 150 feet or more, pours into a football field sized octagonal pool (which I discovered on a subsequent trek to the upper part of the Mother Falls). Almost immediately I noticed the Goddess figure emerging from the womb-shaped cauldron, sculpted over millions of years by moving water flowing over a massive rockface. 

As I gazed upon the Goddess (which I tentatively named Gaia) many other animal shapes began to appear – the most prominent being the huge head of an ape (the Ape of Thoth came to mind for some reason but it could also represent Hanuman the monkey god whose presence is strongly felt in the area). Others have identified dolphins, dragons, tigers, crocodiles, elephants - indeed, with a vivid imagination one might spot an entire Noah’s Ark of animal forms around the Mother Falls alone. Many years later, in 1999, a clairvoyant friend informed me that she was astonished to detect the presence of thousands of guardian spirits there, some so ancient they were quite beyond human comprehension.

On the Throne of Pan (photo: Ana Lewis)

A few months later, when we had settled in at the Magick River headquarters, I began to sense that the entire landscape was the work of the Elohim. The air above the octagonal pool at the Mother Falls had a distinct energy field, suggesting the presence of a gigantic etheric crystal and I suspected that this had once been an interdimensional portal used in the holographic formation of a wide spectrum of flora and fauna. The idea of the Elohim as manifestors or co-creators of the Divine Imagination suggested itself to me. All this information was, to be sure, nebulous and purely intuitive. 

Meditating on the Altar Rock at the Cathedral Falls (above the Mother)

However, I was excited to receive a measure of corroboration when, 10 years later, my friends Heiko and Selina Niedermeyer participated in the Magickfest – a 9-day celebration of Magick River’s 10th anniversary – and Heiko (who passes off perfectly as a human-ET hybrid) began chanting in angelic tongues (he was at the time very much into Jim Hurtak’s Keys of Enoch and often used magical mantras like Kadoish Kadoish Kadoish Adonai 'Tsebayoth and Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh). Both Heiko and Selina experienced powerful deep memory activations while at Magick River which convinced me that my intuition about the Elohim connection was reliable – and that the whole area was once the westernmost outpost of the Lemurian (or more likely, the Muvian) civilization.

[Part Three]

UFO REPORTS NOW APPEARING ON MEDIA

[Suggested by Olivia de Haulleville]