Live Recording
This is a record of a live recording of one of “them”. The “person” being interviewed refers to himself as a “dragon” and that he is one of the “dragon” people. However, there is uncertainty if the word “dragon” in his tongue means the same as dragon in ours. It could also refer to ancient one, or wise being.
There are other strange turns of phrase, we have found. For instance, he might say “We are dragon people, we live in caves, and breathe the waters.” Yet here he is sitting in front of us, breathing the same air, and walking on two legs. So what waters is he referring to?
This interview occurred subsequent to a trial that, all of a sudden, turned viral. It seemed that our ever vigilant security forces had arrested this indistinguishable man, and upon him appearing in front of the judge, he said nary a word.
His defence was that he was not of the human race, but of an alien species. This is how the conversation went.
“Your honour, my client argues that this court cannot claim jurisdiction over him – except by exercising brute force – as he understands neither the charges nor the mechanisms and protocols by which they are managed. This position is, according to my client, based on the fact that he is not human, but of an alien species. One, he claims, which goes by the appellation – as best as I can make out – of ‘dragon’.”
“Hold on, a minute, counsel. Are you saying that this man is claiming to be of an alien species that is called dragon?”
“Yes, your honour. That is the best I can translate.”
“What do you mean, exactly, counsel, by ‘translate’?”
“Well, your honour, some of this information I am communicated is in sounds and gestures, and some of it is … eh… umm… telepathic.”
{Note: Could use a runic alphabet for communication. But here this is his inner dialogue…
Later, if it is worth it, we can translate it into the language that was used. For I perceive a possibility of having to use that to bolster our case.}
'I hear you, and understand what it is that you are saying. Your word might be dragon, but in our tongue it is …’ All of a sudden a strange otherworldly sound came out of the nondescript man. It lasted only a moment, but it left the whole court stumped. Not a sound was heard after that alien sound that reverberated in the room. It seemed to come from his throat, and yet, also from somewhere else in the room. He continued, ‘A name you cannot comprehend. Thus the closest we have come to is similar to your concept “moon dragon”. I realise that sounds frightening to your ears, thus we will change it to פרצופים – faces. That will make it easier for your consciousness. My name is Khokhmah, or Ancient Father, Face of Wisdom. There are others of us. But you will meet them later. We are higher dimensional, and thus can move around in your world as we wish.
'You are just emerging into the awareness of this upper world, and like blind children, are bumbling around in the incredible vastness and possibilities inherent in that dimension. Perhaps you will downplay the immensity of such an expansion, but, in fact, it is an infinite one – one that extends far beyond what you are capable of right now.
'My message to you, now, is that this way you will be able to overcome this force of domination that has ruled you for many years, and is on its final push to remove organic life from the face of the earth.
‘It is already in many of you, for there are those of you who have been chosen to carry the message into the future. And we will soon know who you are (as you will too) according to how the plagues that are ravishing our world affect you. You have all been spawned from others who descended from this realm, but only some remember.’
When she entered the room where everyone had gathered, it was as if time slowed down. There was a ephemeral iridescence that seemed to emanate from her as she gracefully made her way to the centre of the room. She was wearing a blue gown, embossed in gold and silver, that trailed slightly behind her. Her dark hair tumbled down her shoulders, a bejeweled crown on her head.
“Who are you?” I stuttered.
She looked at me with deep brown eyes that seemed to pierce my very being for what seemed like a long moment, before she said: “I am the Ancient Mother” yet I did not see her lips move. The One who Understands, I looked around me. Everyone was still looking at her in a mixture of amazement and expectation. She was truly awesome, with something so otherworldly, as if she was looking at us from some far off place.
“I am Binah, the weaver of forms, the womb from which life emerges. I am a the spider, spinning my web of living tapestry, each crossing, a seed.” The sounds with which she spoke were foreign, alien almost. No one, but I, it seemed, was able to understand.
“Anyone else understand her?” I gasped, a little overwhelmed by this strange disorientating experience, of hearing sounds that I could not understand, and yet I understood them.
“No,” I heard a couple of voices murmer around me.
“Why is it that only I can understand you?” I asked.
”Because it is to you I wish to speak. After you may repeat what you hear here to your fellows.
”Just as above so below, the principles of form repeated on the macro- and the micro-scale. Do not look only at the large, or what can be seen, but remember that the tiniest microbe, the infinitesimally small sub-atomic event, are all essential to your existence. Never disregard anything or anyone.
“Life permeates everything. Everything else is there for life. Enjoy the garden. Bless it. Be grateful for it.”
”Beware of the next place.”
Da’at is the doorway to all that doesn’t exist in order for what exists to exist.
How deep is the darkness, you may ask? Yet you know the answer. It is as deep as your soul. It is as deep as you are able to descend. It lives, like Adam Kadmon, both dark and light. With your birth, your death is assured.
How alone in this darkness are you? Do not answer this question, for it will only bring grief. Rather seek those who lighten the darkness, the burden of conscious life—which means consciousness of death too—the deep knowledge that no one can ever truly know you truly. But even knowing yourself, that self that you know is self-referential—meaning that the very act of “knowing it” will change it. It is truly fluid, a state that the physicists might call, plasma. Unless you remain perfectly still, think no thought, feel no feeling, make no movement, it will change with each thought, feeling or desire.
Do not seek me, for I am the darkness that haunts the light. I am the face of the nothing that is you and in order to meet your maker, you will have to bless me.
They call me Da’at, the abyss. I am the dark night of the soul, the gap between nothing and something, light and dark, male and female. Bless the Creator and all His Creation.
You cannot speak of one without mentioning the other. The two eldest are inseparable. So different, yet so complimentary.
Now that you have met the grandparents of the family, the Ancient Father and Ancient Mother, who live above the house, and whom we seldom interact with, except at mealtimes. They are busy all the time, the Father in His study, reading the words that are always changing in the ancient language, and ensuring that the center is being held, while Mother is busy in Her solarium filled with growing, living beings. Each day, the merge anew, their union promising another day of life to us all.
The family itself consisted of the two elder siblings, Chesed and Gevurah, and the two younger ones, Netzach and Hod,
// Is there a difference between a mountain and a pile of rocks, that were once a mountain strewn over a flat area? Does a mountain have a spirit, or soul, that is now destroyed?