Original Sin & The Messianic Myth Revisited

The orthodox Catholic concept of "original sin" was inserted into the official dogma about 300 years after the advent of Yeshua (Jesus the Christ) at the Council of Nicaea. Those who disagreed were either excommunicated (if they were lucky)... or imprisoned or poisoned (or both). 

Christian dogma postulates disobedience as the Original Sin - an euphemistic allusion to Eve's succumbing to temptation and tasting of the Forbidden Fruit. My general worldview may, here and there, correspond with what you might term "Christian" - but there the comparison must stop. 

I have always been inspired and influenced by the archetypal figure of Yeshua and do not shy away from referring occasionally to a state of being some call Christ consciousness. However, I feel that those who consider themselves Christians are greatly mistaken, for their theology issues for the most part from the rantings of a neurotic - nay, psychotic - named Saul of Tarsus (who subsequently became canonized as St. Paul). In that respect they are better off calling themselves Paulinians. 

Anyone who has experienced to any degree what Christ consciousness means becomes a Christed soul - not merely a "Christian." In effect, the Christ refers to a STATE OF BEING, like "the King" or "the President" or "the Chairman" - that's right, it's actually an office to which anyone may - indeed must - aspire, even if some prefer to use a different terminology, e.g., "Bodhisattva" instead of "Christ."

You could say that Christ consciousness is just a religious-flavored way of describing an exalted state of conscious compassion wherein one's heart chakra becomes activated and one experiences a spontaneous expansion of pure, transpersonal love for all of Life. I must add: so-called Christians pass the buck of redemption and salvation to an external authority they name "Lord Jesus Christ" - they are taught that they will be saved and granted Eternal Life just by accepting Jesus as Savior and by believing Jesus to be the only (immaculately conceived) Son of God. 

I say: only YOU can "redeem and save" yourself, by consciously choosing truth over falsehood, honesty and honor over deceit and cowardice. In other words, by reclaiming your integrity and sovereignty as lord or lady of your own domain - your physical form. And, furthermore, if you wish to believe in God... then all living beings are manifestations of the Divine, whether or not they realize it. 

Monotheism kills! 

Antares Maitreya 

[7 November 2011 - first posted 3 June 2021

THE STORY SO FAR (reprise)...

[Legends, myths and folk tales live forever in our genetic memories - because they carry great lessons that impact on our everyday lives. Look around, folks, you're living in the midst of an unfolding epic drama...]

JOHN THE BAPTIST is a prophet in the tradition of Elijah who lives a simple, ascetic life, preparing candidates for the kingdom of heaven by baptizing them in the river Jordan. He announces the coming of a great Master who will save humanity and redeem us from darkness and moral degeneracy.

John does not belong to the conservative Jewish sect known as the Pharisees, who venerate the Torah (akin to the Koran) and the Talmud (akin to the Hadith), and value outward piety in daily life; nor does he belong to the Sadduccees, an urban elite sect (akin to Mahathir's Melayu Baru) with a more sophisticated understanding of the outside world and who have embraced Hellenistic (secularist) lifestyles and values. John is more aligned with the Essenes (akin to the Sufis), a mystic sect that teaches conscious union with the Paraclete (or Holy Spirit).

As he isn't part of any institutionalized priesthood, John the Baptist answers only to himself and his God. He preaches to all who will listen and fearlessly criticizes the liars and hypocrites who compromise their ethical values in exchange for petty favors from the corrupt and decadent court of Herod Antipas (right), puppet King of Galilee and vassal of the Roman Occupation Government. John openly denounces the moral degradation that has overtaken his beloved land and accuses Herod Antipas of transgressions against the law.

As the traditional "Voice in the Wilderness," John the Baptist's rantings against the government are tolerated as the mutterings of a madman. However, after Herod Antipas abandons his official consort and marries his sister-in-law Herodias - an ambitious, heartless woman who some suspect poisoned her own husband - John the Baptist condemns their liaison as an unholy one, thereby angering the witchy Herodias. To pacify her Herod Antipas orders the arrest of the wild prophet and throws him in prison.

At the royal marriage feast, Herodia's voluptuous daughter Salome (left) dances for the court and so delightful is her performance that the King drunkenly announces that she can demand whatever reward she desires. Salome consults her mother, who suggests that she asks for the head of John the Baptist.

Nonetheless, John's earthly mission has already been accomplished. Prior to his arrest, incarceration and beheading, he had recognized and identified The One who will save the people from eternal enslavement to the forces of evil - indeed, Ha Adon Yeheshua Ha Mashi'akh or long-awaited Messiah - and baptized him in the living waters of the river Jordan. The young Master Yeshua's encounter with his shamanic initiator, John the Baptist transforms him into The Christos or Anointed King.


Yeshua emerges from his full immersion in the Jordan reborn as The Christos, awakened to his own earthly mission, even as a voice from heaven resounds in his head: "You are verily my Sun in whom I am so well pleased!"


John the Baptist is widely acknowledged as a Man of Godly Wisdom and his naming of Yeshua as The One facilitates the Master Yeshua's mission of awakening the people.

Traveling from village to village to explain his vision of humanity's New Dawn, Yeshua amasses a following that grows by the day. Few can resist his penetrating intelligence and charisma, his aura of nobility and innate leadership. The Galileans are convinced that the King has finally returned to reclaim his Heavenly Kingdom on Earth.

However, obstacles abound on the road to Glory, Kingdom and Power...


The Sadduccees fear radical change, having adapted nicely to Roman Occupation and invested their lives in mercantile activities, they cling anxiously to the Status Quo and speak of compromise, patience, reconciliation with Herod, and appeasement of Rome, lest turmoil descend upon the nation.

The Pharisees and Scribes, on the other hand, realize that the Return of the King could result in a diminution of their worldly authority and wealth; possibly total loss of their powers and privileges, gained at the expense of the ignorant masses. For generations they have toiled under the yoke of Roman Occupation, learning to serve time and their own self-interest. Now, along comes a visionary from out the blue whose impassioned talk of the Kingdom of Heaven sends shivers of incomprehension through their weakened spines. They are being asked to make a leap of faith into uncharted territory, to live by aspirations long forgotten and ideals long forsaken... never before has a crisis of such magnitude befallen the nation!

Can this Miracle Worker, this self-proclaimed Messiah, this uncrowned King be trusted? Will he lead us to the Promised Land at long last... or to Damnation and Ruin?

This is a story that has been told and retold throughout the ages. The plot remains the same, as do the key characters. What changes are the time and place, the costume and set design. And, as always, how the story ends - whether in tragedy or triumph - is entirely in our own hands.


{First posted on 25 September 2008. Reposted on 28 December 2010 and now again because nothing has changed and the story is even more relevant, now that another election is around the corner. I dedicate this especially to all professing Christians who, out of cowardice or plain self-interest, continue to endorse and support the wicked regime of Herod Antipas.]

THE STORY SO FAR... (revisited)

Legends, myths and folk tales live forever in our genetic memories - because they carry great lessons that impact on our everyday lives. Look around, folks, you're living in the midst of an unfolding epic drama...

JOHN THE BAPTIST is a prophet in the tradition of Elijah who lives a simple, ascetic life, preparing candidates for the kingdom of heaven by baptizing them in the river Jordan. He announces the coming of a great Master who will save humanity and redeem us from darkness and moral degeneracy.

John does not belong to the conservative Jewish sect known as the Pharisees, who venerate the Torah (akin to the Koran) and the Talmud (akin to the Hadith), and value outward piety in daily life; nor does he belong to the Sadduccees, an urban elite sect (akin to Mahathir's Melayu Baru) with a more sophisticated understanding of the outside world and who have embraced Hellenistic (secularist) lifestyles and values. John is more aligned with the Essenes (akin to the Sufis), a mystic sect that teaches conscious union with the Paraclete (or Holy Spirit).

As he isn't part of any institutionalized priesthood, John the Baptist answers only to himself and his God. He preaches to all who will listen and fearlessly criticizes the liars and hypocrites who compromise their ethical values in exchange for petty favors from the corrupt and decadent court of Herod Antipas (right), puppet King of Galilee and vassal of the Roman Occupation Government. John openly denounces the moral degradation that has overtaken his beloved land and accuses Herod Antipas of transgressions against the law.

As the traditional "Voice in the Wilderness," John the Baptist's rantings against the government are tolerated as the mutterings of a madman. However, after Herod Antipas abandons his official consort and marries his sister-in-law Herodias - an ambitious, heartless woman who some suspect poisoned her own husband - John the Baptist condemns their liaison as an unholy one, thereby angering the witchy Herodias. To pacify her Herod Antipas orders the arrest of the wild prophet and throws him in prison.

At the royal marriage feast, Herodia's voluptuous daughter Salome (left) dances for the court and so delightful is her performance that the King drunkenly announces that she can demand whatever reward she desires. Salome consults her mother, who suggests that she asks for the head of John the Baptist.

Nonetheless, John's earthly mission has already been accomplished. Prior to his arrest, incarceration and beheading, he had recognized and identified The One who will save the people from eternal enslavement to the forces of evil - indeed, Ha Adon Yeheshua Ha Mashi'akh or long-awaited Messiah - and baptized him in the living waters of the river Jordan. The young Master Yeshua's encounter with his shamanic initiator, John the Baptist transforms him into The Christos or Anointed King.


Yeshua emerges from his full immersion in the Jordan reborn as The Christos, awakened to his own earthly mission, even as a voice from heaven resounds in his head: "You are verily my Sun in whom I am so well pleased!"


John the Baptist is widely acknowledged as a Man of Godly Wisdom and his naming of Yeshua as The One facilitates the Master Yeshua's mission of awakening the people.

Traveling from village to village to explain his vision of humanity's New Dawn, Yeshua amasses a following that grows by the day. Few can resist his penetrating intelligence and charisma, his aura of nobility and innate leadership. The Galileans are convinced that the King has finally returned to reclaim his Heavenly Kingdom on Earth.

However, obstacles abound on the road to Glory, Kingdom and Power...


The Sadduccees fear radical change, having adapted nicely to Roman Occupation and invested their lives in mercantile activities, they cling anxiously to the Status Quo and speak of compromise, patience, reconciliation with Herod, and appeasement of Rome, lest turmoil descend upon the nation.

The Pharisees and Scribes, on the other hand, realize that the Return of the King could result in a diminution of their worldly authority and wealth; possibly total loss of their powers and privileges, gained at the expense of the ignorant masses. For generations they have toiled under the yoke of Roman Occupation, learning to serve time and their own self-interest. Now, along comes a visionary from out of the blue whose impassioned talk of the Kingdom of Heaven sends shivers of incomprehension through their weakened spines. They are being asked to make a leap of faith into uncharted territory, to live by aspirations long forgotten and ideals long forsaken... never before has a crisis of such magnitude befallen the nation!

Can this Miracle Worker, this self-proclaimed Messiah, this uncrowned King be trusted? Will he lead us to the Promised Land at long last... or to Damnation and Ruin?

This is a story that has been told and retold throughout the ages. The plot remains the same, as do the key characters. What changes are the time and place, the costume and set design. And, as always, how the story ends - whether in tragedy or triumph - is entirely in our own hands.




[First posted 25 September 2008. Reposted 9 January 2014 & 23 December 2014]

My Pilgrimage to Bamboo River (Part 4)

Lying comatose in Intensive Care, I had no visions – although several friends have reported that I either appeared to them in audio or holographic form, and they thought I wanted to say goodbye.

However, once transferred back to the normal ward, I did have lots of visions. Visions of what? Well, they were rather Gothic visions of giant mosquitoes and vampires - reinforced and given a contemporary edge by the fact that several times a day, pretty nurses and efficient doctors armed with syringes would appear before me and take blood samples.

I saw hidden faces in the random folds of curtains that revealed the locations of these bloodsuckers. Shapeshifters were ubiquitous and the hologram became somewhat plastic, constantly transforming from one scenario into another, sometimes comic, other times grotesque.

I began to review the fascinating subject of vampirism and parasitism and their metaphorical and mythical connotations.

Popular legends of aristocratic bloodlines with vampiric tendencies that have come to us via old classics like Dracula and Nosferatu contain secret messages that link with the suppressed story of Earth’s colonization by the Anunnaki.

These off-planetary elite bloodlines have in turn spawned hybrid-human predator families – mostly engaged in banking, real estate, media, pharmaceutical, telecommunications and defense industries - that jealously cling to their privilege and exclusive claims to ownership of everything in sight.

It is in their interest to promote scarcity conditioning - the belief that there isn't enough to go around - which brings out the worst in humans; and their spin-doctors do everything in their power to debunk those who say limitless abundance far more accurately reflects nature’s own tendencies.

This is how they can continue to harness the brute force of a semi-conscious underclass and utilize it as slave labor, ad infinitum.

Scholars like Laurence Gardner have written extensively about the Anunnaki bloodlines and the alchemical secrets they possessed which enabled them to simulate immortality and impose their hereditary rulership over mortal men for countless millennia.

The fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 triggered the abrupt end of the Ceaușescus’ aristocratic vampirism in Romania (although the deep state mafia wasted no time stepping into their place). This was merely one example of a pattern of power usurpation that can be observed in almost every culture and every nation. 

[Editorial insert: when the NWO agenda shifted into high gear in 2020 it revealed the shadowy agents provocateur behind every geopolitical event and as it turns out, Nicolae and Elena Ceaușescu were probably not as tyrannical and incompetent as the CIA-controlled shill media made them out to be!] 

Hybrid-human bloodlines are constantly trying to establish their own self-perpetuating dynasties on earth as the new elites. Some label this phenomenon "feeding frenzy" and conclude that it's "natural" for people to scramble to get to the top of the food chain - and then do everything possible to push competitors off.

Examine the roots of feudalism and you will notice the appropriateness of the bloodsucking motif. The ruling elites are a physical manifestation of an astral parasite species.

Karl Marx was aware of this, though he was careful to avoid alluding to the mystical and mythological aspects of elite vampirism in the Communist Manifesto he co-wrote with Friedrich Engels. Marx and Engel’s preferred stance was that of anthropocentric rationalism. 

[Recent information has surfaced alluding to the possibility that "leftist" movements inspired by Marx and Engels were secretly sponsored and promoted by the Khazarian-Zionist banking elites, mainly to keep humans divided not only by ethnicity, but also by social class.]

A long time ago I had accepted the fact that I am able to recognize the truth behind the power structure and declare myself “classless” - only because I myself had once been part of the elite bloodlines and had full access to the Big Picture.

Being a parasite or vampire is an easily redeemable condition, and self-awareness is the first step towards self-reform.

James Redfield, in his seminal Celestine Prophecy, observes that everything is energy and that all lifeforms are in energy competition… at least until at a certain point in their evolution when they make a 90-degree shift and begin to align vertically to Energy Source (God or All That Is) whereupon they themselves become Energy Source and no longer feel compelled to steal energy from their environment.

The behavior of royal and aristocratic bloodlines generally conforms to that of parasites and vampires. They only take, never give. Under cover of a great deal of pomp and circumstance - and a whole load of crap about being emblems of tribal sovereignty - they have feasted with impunity for generations and left humans a legacy of moral debility, cynicism, nihilism, and futilism (spelt feudalism).

However, this is but the shadow side of true nobility, which does exist but only rarely at this juncture. The truly noble royal houses serve as moral and spiritual beacons, illuminating the course of human evolution. For the most part the bona fide royal lineages have been driven underground and tend to assert their influence along cultural lines, manifesting as icons of literature, music, the visual arts, dance and theater.

When popular culture heroes like Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson, Sting, Sade, Frank Zappa, Jim Morrison, U2, Beyonce, or The Beatles appear on the scene it’s only natural that the masses look upon and revere them as princes, kings, queens, goddesses and gods incarnate. At least until they have served their purpose as cultural icons - mainly to distract habitual consumers of entertainment from seeing beyond the flickering images on a silver or touch screen.

Of course, the musings prompted by my vampyrean visions were not as linear as I now present them. They were far more fluid and colorful – and even a little spooky.

For instance, in the pre-dawn hours I would often spot a huge bat sitting at the desk beside a nightwatch nurse, quietly sipping on her blood. Hospitals are ideal environments for vampires because there is so much blood being moved around.

The undead are attracted to hospitals, too, because many souls detach from their physical bodies in hospitals.

In such an environment how is one to attain a sense of equanimity and well-being? It was obvious that I couldn’t possibly stay awake the whole time battling my own anxiety and paranoia about being trapped in a hostile environment infested by predatory entities. 5:30am was the cut-off time when all unwholesome activities had to cease as dawn arose.

All I could do was to keep integrating these creatures of the night into my own greater being, accepting and acknowledging them as ultimately part of my own unified field. I extended help to them, letting them know they could secure immediate release from their own individual hells simply by calling upon my name as the physical embodiment of solar intelligence and accepting me as their redeemer and gateway to freedom.

I must confess that more than a few times I indulged myself and annihilated a few of the more obnoxious ones – simply by zapping them with an imaginary spray. Child’s play for a high-tech shaman.

Well, folks, never a dull moment, not even in hospital recuperating from a near-death experience!

[Part 5]