08-05-2016, 08:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-03-2017, 11:54 AM by Dekalb_Blues.)
On a related note, this personal anecdotal bit (for whatever it's worth to whomever it may concern): Three years ago, when I underwent the late Dolores Cannon's "Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique" (administered by a sensitive who had been trained by Mrs. Cannon), mere seconds into the process I found myself abruptly and completely unexpectedly "tuning in" to an absolutely realistic experience of living (or "re-living", or perhaps "pre-living" or "also-living", 5-D-relative to the local time we call Year 2013 of the Christian Era; other dispensations call it such things as 5773, or 1434, or even The Year of the Snake) the last half-minute of my life as someone in human-like form on an Earth-like water-planet. This environment was as "real" as the physical room in which I (the Earthling undergoing the Cannonian hypno-process) was in, bodily; in this "other" experience's world there came an amazingly rapidly-moving and totally annihilative atmospheric shock-wave, as would commonly spread out with the concussive energy from, say, the impact-point of a massive asteroid-strike or the planetary application of some other high-energy source. In this little slice-of-life event there were just a few seconds of quickly-crescendoing roaring as air was compressed around me by the shock-front's approach; this immediately grew lethally loud, I'd say 250 dB or so (roughly four times as loud as a full-tilt rock concert, equal to a 747 at engine-destroying overspeed screaming by just over your head). Then-- imagine abruptly putting a mouse in the exhaust of a fighter-jet engine running full-blast. Wow, did I atomize in a split-second! And all this unpleasantness coming out of the clear blue on a perfectly splendid, balmy, utterly normal sunny day, not a hint that things would not go merrily on thus, indefinitely. It was borne in on me, through this edited hyper-strength glimpse, how a Wanderer (in its higher-self aspect, or higher-density quantum-level of being) may use especially elucidative elements from its multi-life repertoire in composing the demanding incarnative design requisite for embodiment in such a fantastically challenging time and place as this planet, now. [Cue Joni Mitchell's Big Yellow Taxi: "Don't it always seem to go, you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?..."-- well, Wanderers f***ing well do know, 'cause been-there-done-that-&-got-the-bloody-Tshirt.] At this juncture those here of this kind (i.e., specialists in promoting human durability) are fundamentally, intimately, viscerally aware of and professionally, as it were, comfortable with the ultrapoignant idea of the vulnerability and inherent proneness to ephemerality of even the most seemingly durable ecological living-systems underwriting the very mortal framework of the Terran sentient species (homo sapiens being but one of them). Needless to say, this viewpoint is not that of the generality of homo sap/mankind, which tends to get a bit... discomfited at such notions.
http://www.dolorescannon.com/about-qhht
Just for the lulz of it, contemplate the magnitude of raw energy represented by the impact of an object the size of the asteroid depicted in the above video -- we're talking here about the unleashing of a force comparable to an explosion on the order of several hundred million -- repeat, several hundred million -- times that of the largest man-made nuclear device ever detonated on this planet, the old U.S.S.R.'s "Tsar Bomba" (a mere 50-megaton piece of work). That's pretty big, big enough to get your attention no matter how engrossed you are in whatever Pokémonish chimera you may be pursuing as you plod zombie-like through the streets, dissociatively risking life and limb as you stare entranced at your hand-held entrancement device. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVn7hBPq07M
https://sites.google.com/site/nmenthswas...equivalent
Wanderer's theme song.
"A Cultivated Scholar
"A brilliant nuclear physicist, with a comprehensive grasp of his field, Dr. Oppenheimer was also a cultivated scholar,
a humanist, a linguist of eight tongues and a brooding searcher for ultimate spiritual values. And, from the moment
that the test bomb exploded at Alamogordo, N.M. [the Trinity test-firing, 16 July 1945, which project he oversaw as well
as having made crucial R & D contributions to as a nuclear physicist] he was haunted by the implications for man in the
unleashing of the basic forces of the universe.
"As he clung to one of the uprights in the desert control room that July morning and saw the mushroom clouds rising
in the explosion, a passage from the Bhagavad-Gita, the Hindu sacred epic, flashed through his mind. He related it later as:
'If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the Mighty One.' And as
the black, then gray, atomic cloud pushed higher above Point Zero, another line-- 'I am become Death, the shatterer of worlds ' --
came to him from the same scripture.
"Two years later, he was still beset by the moral consequences of the bomb, which, he told fellow physicists, had 'dramatized
so mercilessly the inhumanity and evil of modern war.'
" 'In some sort of crude sense which no vulgarity, no humor, no overstatements can quite extinguish,' he went on, 'the physicists
have known sin; and this is a knowledge which they cannot lose.' "
[from http://www.nytimes.com/learning/general/.../0422.html ]
http://www.dolorescannon.com/about-qhht
Just for the lulz of it, contemplate the magnitude of raw energy represented by the impact of an object the size of the asteroid depicted in the above video -- we're talking here about the unleashing of a force comparable to an explosion on the order of several hundred million -- repeat, several hundred million -- times that of the largest man-made nuclear device ever detonated on this planet, the old U.S.S.R.'s "Tsar Bomba" (a mere 50-megaton piece of work). That's pretty big, big enough to get your attention no matter how engrossed you are in whatever Pokémonish chimera you may be pursuing as you plod zombie-like through the streets, dissociatively risking life and limb as you stare entranced at your hand-held entrancement device. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVn7hBPq07M
https://sites.google.com/site/nmenthswas...equivalent
Wanderer's theme song.
"A Cultivated Scholar
"A brilliant nuclear physicist, with a comprehensive grasp of his field, Dr. Oppenheimer was also a cultivated scholar,
a humanist, a linguist of eight tongues and a brooding searcher for ultimate spiritual values. And, from the moment
that the test bomb exploded at Alamogordo, N.M. [the Trinity test-firing, 16 July 1945, which project he oversaw as well
as having made crucial R & D contributions to as a nuclear physicist] he was haunted by the implications for man in the
unleashing of the basic forces of the universe.
"As he clung to one of the uprights in the desert control room that July morning and saw the mushroom clouds rising
in the explosion, a passage from the Bhagavad-Gita, the Hindu sacred epic, flashed through his mind. He related it later as:
'If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the Mighty One.' And as
the black, then gray, atomic cloud pushed higher above Point Zero, another line-- 'I am become Death, the shatterer of worlds ' --
came to him from the same scripture.
"Two years later, he was still beset by the moral consequences of the bomb, which, he told fellow physicists, had 'dramatized
so mercilessly the inhumanity and evil of modern war.'
" 'In some sort of crude sense which no vulgarity, no humor, no overstatements can quite extinguish,' he went on, 'the physicists
have known sin; and this is a knowledge which they cannot lose.' "
[from http://www.nytimes.com/learning/general/.../0422.html ]