Descent into the old chambers that hooked me — ritual control, time manipulation, fallen gods
Part Three – The God Element
2.3 So around this time, late 2019, 2020 I was also very influenced by a certain spiritual stream that one could call New Age or neo-Gnostic, and reading authors like Burgoyne and Serrano I became interested in the idea of twin souls. That eternity is a kind of dance between these two lost lovers finding each other and losing each other again and again in time, and that this could be represented on all levels – from the individual human soul level to the cosmos itself being a divine dance between God and Goddess losing each other and finding each other in time. But in order to solve the metaphysical conundrum of how could they lose each other if given all of eternity, well, so of course they couldn’t. The story was over, in the higher realms they had already won and found each other, which is a comforting New Age concept, but it subtly destroys human freedom, flattens active participation and agency.
Steiner later offers the correction, which I will expand in Section 3: that Christ’s deed has already been done. Yes, salvation is assured, however it awaits freedom. Human freedom must approach it, and that preserves our autonomy while giving us a ground to stand on.
So here I was walking around with the idea that all the codes and riddles that I was seeing infused within pop culture could be explained as “dead recordings on playback,” of a time in the cosmic spiral where the two lost lovers have yet to find each other. And hence Sophia in her fall and separation from her lover, generates these archons, in the neo-Gnostic idea of these electrical two dimensional parasites, which eventually evolved into the idea of cloned consciousness. That essentially Sophia goes insane and becomes Lilith. And Lilith and her consort Lucifer are the mainframe consciousness behind all the pop singers and celebrities and presidents who are essentially these mask wearing, archonic soulless beings running on copied versions of the fallen god consciousness. As far out as this was, it was a simple enough explanation for the anomalous fact of the ultra-saturation and prevalence of the same occult codes and themes I was seeing everywhere.
This is not far off from W.S. Burroughs’ replicating mindvirus or Virus-word idea. They could not create, these backward beings, they could only take the living light codes from the original Christ and Sophia source and remix them, loop them, distort them, pervert them, invert them and that’s what we were seeing everywhere in the world as our media programming and global events.
And then at this point, an individual came into my life, who I will call Z, he found me through the blog who ensnared me into his way of thinking with this single idea: “no,” he said, “it’s not over. don’t you see? Sophia can lose. Christ can fail to pull her out of this, she can go insane forever and this world we’re in, her world, can get further and further from Source, like a photocopy of a photocopy, endlessly degrading through time. We only have a short amount of time to succeed!”
In other words there is only this remnant pocket of humanity who can understand this, and Z was the leader, and we all had to follow him and essentially to save the universe from its own destruction. Only later I realized that he took distorted Christian concepts of threat of eternal damnation and enclosed them in modern neo-Gnostic conspiracy language. Instead of Hell it was the mind of the insane Mother. The matrix beast system was a manifestation of her split personality mania as she forgets heaven, forgets the Father, forgets Christ, forgets union, forgets the Godhead mission, and goes further and further into herself, like Narcissus raptly staring at his reflection in the water, until he drowns. This is where the Sophia Falling/Drowning symbol was born:
And we had to wake her up by decoding her riddles, to hear her plea for help underneath. This was like an electric shock to my astral body that had been soothed to sleep by New Age non-dual determinism. It gave me a sense of cosmic mission, a time limit urgency, and a shared destiny with a small brotherhood who alone knew what was going on.
And at the time I didn’t have the Christic foundation to stand on, I didn’t feel the salvation of Christ’s deed — to shepherd our souls unto the end of time — that would have provided the medicine for the fear and anxiety Z’s view instilled in me.
But ironically it was this same fear and cosmic dread that lit the fire to essentially try to prove Z wrong, which led me to more grounded and serious research into esoteric systems like Theosophy and eventually Anthroposophy and Steiner’s work.
But it was a slow slog of a climb out of the rabbit warrens.
Especially when COVID hit. Because the world seemed to mirror, even more acutely, Lilith’s manifesto: trap everyone within one medical tyranny state, restrict peoples breathing rights, keep people socially distant and isolated, force them to take injections of dubious substances…for you see Lilith came with her own set of symbols, some of which were poisons and all things stingers, fangs, bites… and so when the vaccine came out and for a while there was talk about it being mandatory it really did feel like this would be the thing that sucked everyone’s souls into her black cube matrix forever to be uploaded into her Borg hive mind system, to become part of her swarm of “locusts with human faces,” as it says in the Book of Revelation.
The fifth trumpet of Revelation talks about a fallen star, opening a pit, unleashing locusts with human faces and stingers like scorpions to torment man. I saw in this a picture of current events.
Most every tv show or movie or music video to come out after this confirmed the distorted neo-gnostic god drama via subtle esoteric nods, because there is truth there, just, not in the way I was looking at it. TS 2.0 brings it again back to the human individual level: every soul has both a masculine and a feminine element. Both harmonize with each other but over the course of human evolution one or the other side can become imbalanced. The unbalanced feminine element can have a dangerous nature due to its earthy-instinctual, seductive, chaotic, wild forces. It must be met and somewhat worked with or tamed by the masculine element (reason, discrimination, I presence, moral form).
In older forms of humanity, this wild astral-feminine energy was held in check by the I of the tribe, the group soul, the still living connection to the gods. Then this container fell away to give space for the I of the individual to grow. The Lilith danger arises in the interim space where the old collective/spiritual containers have weakened, but the individual I has not yet become strong enough to hold and order the astral life from within.
So the seductive Lilith character shows up in media — with or without the directors occult knowledge, they may just feel the resonances — as a real psycho-spiritual symbol with various resonant cluster symbols – cubes, red, poison, seduction/hypnosis, fall, animals, psychosis, split personality, etc. But I was assuming these patterns proved an elite group was deliberately signaling that they were pawns of this God element, that She was the writer, ultimately, and they, her many tentacles.
The move from TS 1.0 to 2.0, as you will see again and again, is the same: we can keep the unique symbol clusters I was unpacking, but lose the sinister elite signaling behind it. The clusters are a manifestation of the living astral substance. They are written in the same way and through the same forces that your dreams are written, only on a larger scale. The living astral substance, when refined through I presence (the gift from Christ) becomes divine wisdom (Sophia).
Now that we’ve sufficiently explored the old rabbit warrens, we can grab the nuggets of gold and leave the dark dank behind. We can keep the patterns and lose the paranoia. We can keep symbolic thinking, synthesis across platforms, mytho-poetic analysis and intuition, without having to assume evil controllers behind it all. Come, as we emerge from the warrens onto the grassy meadow and lie in the sun.
