The full moon message was sent yesterday, so today I'm sending an important message about the importance of our hair on our body.
The science of analogy is
important,
this includes the importance of outward appearance in respecting nature,
concerning our natural hairy coverings.
this includes the importance of outward appearance in respecting nature,
concerning our natural hairy coverings.
 10
degrees Gemini
The
Angels
of Analogy Also known
as
The
Angels
of Golemi Beloved,
We
infuse the mind with
wisdom to evaluate all
people and beings
accurately by shape,
color, tone, and all
other aspects of
outward appearance.
The
range of effectiveness of
any person or being is
clearly known through the
laws of analogy.
"As
above, so below."
The
state of being, will, mind,
emotions, and sensation
is reflected in the details
of appearance and energy
vibration of all beings.
We
inspire the use of
analogy in all
kingdoms and worlds.
Now
Divine
so that Heaven manifests upon Earth in all of its perfection. As this
happens, the sons and
daughters of Divine Being
shine forth resplendent
outwardly in ways that are
analogous
to the splendor of their divine wills, thoughts, emotions , and sensations . Their outward appearances manifest the splendor and majesty of Divine Virtues within.
I
give thanks
that this is
done. SO
BE I  Here is
one of our stories:
Farishtas
Beloved Cape
Once
upon a time a dangerous
battle was being fought and
a lovely girl named Natasha
had to escape that very
night.
Her
uncle and aunt were being
held as prisoners by cruel
captors.
If she stayed even a few more hours in their house she knew that she would loose her freedom and most likely her life. She
grabbed an old coat and
scarf, stuffed a few things
and
what little money she could
find in a shoulder bag and
walked out the door,
never to return to this beloved place of her childhood. She had
never been on her own
before.
She had
always been controlled and
protected.
Now
she had only God, the
heavenly hosts
and her own judgement to get
her safely across the
border.
Her
greatest asset was also her
greatest liability.
She was beautiful. Her
beauty was more than skin
deep, she had
always
been
deeply feeling
and highly
spiritual,
an incarnation of flowing Purity
and Love.
Her
blazing heart, her
sensitivity, her kindness
and her devotion
to all that is noble had
etched itself
in
every nuance of her facial
expressions and bodily
movements.
As she
became older, every
man who had ever seen her
had been rendered helpless
and transfixed by her
energy.
At
first she felt utterly
defenseless.
Who
could she trust? She had no
gun or fighting skills.
Confused
and frightened people were
running everywhere.
She
prayed to the Angels of Golemi
, the angels of analogy, to
help her understand who she
could trust and guide her.
They
answered her prayer.
Within
moments of praying, her head
cleared.
It felt to her like cold clear streams of water washing away all feelings of confusion and fear.  A
keen sharp penetrating
awareness glowed with her
and became stronger with
each breath.
Her emotions were filled with the most deep and penetrating love and gratitude to God. She
took some deep breaths,
feeling absolutely safe and
excited,
glowing with an inner assurance that her aunt and uncle were safely in the heart of God, and that somehow underneath it all were the everlasting arms. An inner
knowing came upon
her, and in her
mind's eye she saw
visions of many
lifetimes for
everyone involved in
this conflict.
She saw how the souls of everyone were gaining much wisdom from the events transpiring. She saw that many many hearts that had been cold and judgmental for lifetimes were breaking
and learning to
desire unconditional
love and forgiveness
over anything else.
Without the
beauty of Divine
Love, everything
else would no
longer hold much
meaning for them
now.
Without this love, all else would seem empty, and true happiness only an illusion. Neither
fame, nor power, nor
material
possessions would
matter.
She knew that after this, deep down inside of their hearts, only pure
divine unconditional
love, gratitude and
forgiveness would hold appeal for them.
As
the assurance of this
insight sank in, she
felt a deep peace and
quiet joy,
a joy that she knew would seem illogical to anyone not understanding what she had been shown. And
there, amidst this
horrible scene
of confusion, danger,
and misery, Natasha
glowed with serenity and
strength.
Then
she realized with great
excitement and relief
that for the
first time in her entire
life, she was on her own!
Oh how she had always
longed for complete freedom!
All
of her life she had been
restrained and secluded away
by traditions and customs of
her middle class society.
She had always had to answer to outer authority. This
was to be a truly miraculous
time for her.
She
pulled her plain scarf over
her face, she did not want
to draw attention to her
beauty.
Hunching
over like an old woman, she
secured her bag over her
back, her long plain
everyday coat covering her
completely,
giving her the appearance of being a hunchback. She melted in with the crowd. Angels
protected her.
No one could see who she was.  She
headed toward the train
depot.
Soldiers
were everywhere checking
passengers.
They were tense and demanding. She
looked at their faces, their
uniforms, their guns and
movements,
with
auras of cruelty,
fanaticism, and revenge
emanating.
She couldnt risk this. They would not help her, they could only do harm. They seemed to be on drugs. They were not normal men at all. Still
filled with deep inner
silence and peace, she ran
away.
Inwardly
she reveled in
the
protecting presence of the
heavenly hosts as she
telepathically heard
beautiful clear voices
telling her which direction to take at every turn. "Go left! Now duck between these buildings and take this alley!" On and on she followed clear inner guidance, running swiftly. She
found
herself that evening in the
poorest slums on the
outskirts of the most humble
ghettos far away from the
inner city.
She had
always heard terrible
stories of what went on out
here.
Her
inner guidance told her to
not be afraid.
Here she would find sanctuary. She
wandered happily down poorly
lit and crowded muddy
streets lined by ragged
tents and shacks.
Surrounded by her protecting angels and guides, she flowed with loving feelings of kinship for the people she saw. She felt curiously at home here, there was something about these people that seemed familiar. As she
looked among them, she saw a
strange nobility and
kindness coming from them,
instead of the dark grim evil that she had always been told she would find.  With
shock she realized that
severe hardship and danger
had forged a society here
more human,
more honest and deeply spiritual than any she had ever seen in the middle classes. The angels inwardly told her that the middle class had been more concerned with materiality and status whereas these people had been faced with daily issues of life and death. Concerned
with pure survival, they had
only succeeded by trusting
God and helping each other.
Their beauty shone for all who had eyes to see. She
straightened up and walked
among them in wonder.
Her scarf fell off her beautiful face. She was a queen of divine love among peers. Inner
guidance had served her
well.
She
saw courage, faith,
goodwill, and
intelligence.
As people saw her, they seemed to have been expecting her. Each eye contact brought nods of recognition, respect and familiarity. A woman
was cooking bread on a
makeshift oven and
approached her to offer
something to eat.
The
woman looked at her
knowingly, and with gentle
love
sighed.
"Sit down my dear, I can see you just escaped from the city. You are tired and we must quickly change the clothes that you are wearing. They make you stand out from the rest of us. Just in case any soldiers come here we must make sure that they cannot see you, and besides,
your clothes are not
comfortable for you to sleep
in.
You will need better protection from the rain.  An hour
later, a well fed Natasha
emerged from Farishtas
humble tent looking like a
nomad.
She wore an old but well-made long flowing cape that was warm, water resistant, lined
with deep hidden pockets and
extremely comfortable to
sleep in.
She
looked closely at Farishta,
"Farishta" she said, "How
can I take this from you?
What will you use if I take this? "Hush
now," Farishta said shaking
her head, "The only way any
of us make it around here is
through helping
and loving each other with deep gratitude for the privilege of doing so. I feel in my heart that you must take this. God will provide me with another." I can
not count the times when
people I have never known
have given me a helping
hand.
Farishta went on,
smiling a huge smile with a few missing teeth. She winked, Besides, she said, We are sisters, you and I. I feel it in my heart. I love you as if I had known you all my life. Natasha
noticed Farishtas kind
eyes, the deep wrinkles
across her forehead, her
callused hands.
Farishta looked old enough to be her mother, but in truth she was almost the same age. Her life had been hard. Natasha
knew she was standing in the
presence of a spiritual
teacher.
She
remained for a few weeks,
learning from Farishta and
meeting other survivors.
She
spent evenings around warm
fires listening to stories
of miraculous interventions
and survival.
Her heart
grew and grew until it
felt as if it would burst
with all the love that she
was feeling.
 One
night Natasha was smuggled
across the border by a
motley crew of her new
friends.
They took her down to the waters edge and packed her among wooden crates on an old shipping barge
heading for a foreign port
downriver.
She had plenty of food with her, and a large flask of water. That night she was awakened by the plaintive mewing of a small kitten. The poor little thing smelled the food that she had stashed away in one of the large pockets inside her cape. She fed
it, and together they
enjoyed the long trip,
hiding out successfully
in a
space under the stacks of
large wooden containers.
A few
weeks later Natasha and Star
found themselves in another
world, standing in the
bright sunlight of a foreign
city.
She was amazed at how drastically their world had changed. She
realized that the
authorities that she had
been taught as a child to
look up to and respect had
turned out to be her true
enemies,
and the poor and downtrodden that she had been taught to fear had turned out to be her true friends! With
the help from the Angels of
Golemi, she and Star
wandered safely for a long
time,
judging
each person accurately,
finding friends and staying
out of danger.
Star made his home deep inside her cape, in a special pocket.  His slight weight balanced the pocket on the other side that contained their food and supplies. She
became an important link in
an underground network that
smuggled children, refugees,
and animals to safety.
One
day, as peace returned to
the region,
a strange man
appeared before Natasha and
Star.
 Blazing love flamed from his heart, and this beautiful flowing love penetrated all darkness like the sun.  "Natasha,"
he said, "I am aware of
you .
I have watched over you for many lifetimes. I come to invite you to a secret place, a high mountain retreat far away, where you
can study with the masters
for a while.
 With the love, knowledge and illumination that you receive, when
you return to the highways
and the byways of the world,
you can be of greater
service to others.
You will be an even greater healer and you will also be in a position to teach others who
are ready of The Ancient
Wisdom of
Unconditional Love of
Divine Omnipresent
Being ."
He held
out his hand.
Looking
closely at him, Natasha saw
his deep purple shirt with a
gold crest, clearly the sign
of divinity.
She sensed immortality, and saw the beauty of enlightenment play across his features. She trusted him. He was speaking the truth. Taking
his hand, she looked him
deep in the eye.
She felt home. She experienced the mystery of the omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient state of being that makes all places holy. Then
she gathered Farishtas
beloved cape about her and
they both disappeared out of
sight.
 For
years stories were
reverently told around
campfires and hearths of a
strange and lovely lady
with a
cat
who
appeared when people prayed
for help.
 Children listened breathlessly to tale after tale of people and animals that were rescued when
all thought of hope had
left.
 Wanderers from lonely and forgotten places would arrive and relate wondrous accounts of how
they were not only saved and
healed,
but how they were taught the most marvelous truths about Gods love.  They learned about amazing powers of Divine redemption and truth from a beautiful lady named Natasha.  MIRACLES
G-O-L-E-M-I
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The
virtue of divine peace and
blessing
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O, eu, and O
and the
ability to see through the
eyes of love divine and have
impeccable judgement
L
brings
perfect vitality, beauty, and
harmony.
E
The
presence of God in all beings
allows the miracle of
materialization and
dematerialization,
clairaudience,
and the ability to transfer
consciousness.
M
With
the power of great emotional
feeling
I
the
laws of cause and effect are
mastered on the material
plane.
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************ Footnotes:
The
names and meaning of angel
groups come from
Quaballah,
which
is a very ancient set of
teachings which together
form a common precursor,
or root, of three of the
world's religions:
Judaism, Islam, and Christianity. Each degree of the zodiac is ruled by a high being of the heavenly host in the zone girdling the earth, and the angels who work with him or her. The being and the angels share the same name. This name is a key to their powers and influence. *
Names, phrases, or sections
in the angel messages are
quoted or paraphrased from
the books of Franz Bardon.
Information of the heavenly hosts of the zone girdling the earth is referenced from THE PRACTICE OF MAGICAL EVOCATION, ISBN 3-921338-02-6, and Information of the divine virtues and the letters are referenced from THE KEY TO THE TRUE QUABALLAH, ISBN 3-921338-12-4]. Publisher is Dieter Rüggeberg, Wuppertal/W. These books have very important information for these studies. *** The book " Initiation into Hermetics" ISBN 3-921338-01-8, is a preparatory book for the others. Franz Bardon's last autobiographical book, "Frabato the Magician", gives
historical background and
was compiled by his German
publisher from notes written
by Franz Bardon.
This book is most important for understanding present day political issues. "Believe nothing merely because you have been told it. Do not believe what your teacher tells you merely out of respect for the teacher. But whatever, after due examination and analysis, you find to be kind, conducive to the good, the benefit, the welfare of all beings - that doctrine believe and cling to, and take it as your guide." ~Buddha  If you have these, it may be helpful to read Frabato the Magician first, with
appendixes, and then read
appendixes from the other
three for background.
Feel
free to share these
messages.
 Please feel free to share these messages with others. The Law
of One is the original law
of Creation, and is the
supreme Law over all laws in
all dimensions.
THE LAW OF ONE We are all one. When one is harmed, all are harmed. When one is helped, all are helped. Therefore, in the name of who I AM that I AM, one with all; I ask that ONLY THE HIGHEST GOOD OF ALL CONCERNED happen. I give
thanks that this is done.
SO BE
IT!
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