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For the time being, I cannot share everything I wish I could if it discloses my location. So I can't publicly share what I saw on the street and shared with friends, other than to say it was a representation of the goddess Britannia. We all need to revive our ethnic tutelary gods and goddesses once again. They are here and just waiting to be "activated." Read up on concepts like egregores, thought forms, or the Tibetan Tulpa if you want to know why giving attention to our own gods, especially tutelary protective gods, is SO IMPORTANT for our physical survival... and why getting the entire planet giving energy to the tribal god of Israel has been so detrimental to cultures worldwide.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Britannia
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Britannia
Standing on top of a burial mound... hearing the sound of two sticks ticking....trancestate. Then opening my eyes and seeiing the forest with its crooked and twisted trees. Thats so beautiful! Further down the road another 3 ancient burial mounds and an everpresent calming 'deathenergy'. Between the mounds there used to be 'Helroads'. These 'Helvegen' are not physically there anymore but their presence is still noticable...if you can be silent and feel.
Forwarded from European Tribalism - Mythology, European culture, survival
These ugly things are high-rise buildings in China. This is probably the living conditions the entire world is moving towards. The global village that’s coming will most likely force everyone into these tiny living spaces, stacked one on top of the other. Like chicken crates in factory farming. At some point probably no one will be allowed to own a home
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Roman mosaics excavated at Lullingtone Roman Villa in Eynsford, Kent.
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Roman mosaics excavated at Lullingtone Roman Villa in Eynsford, Kent.
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2 years ago I shared information by Becca Tarnas. I shared her presentation on synchronicity between the red book of Carl Jung and the red book of J.R.R. Tolkien. I’m glad to find others paying attention to this now.
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Further to the above this is Becca Tarnas discussing the convergence of both Tolkiens' Red Book and Jungs' Red book. She has done a number of projects on both Tolkien and Jung and is very interesting imo.
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"The Red Book and The Red Book: Jung, Tolkien, and the Convergence of Images" - YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6oh14vfhlI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6oh14vfhlI
YouTube
"The Red Book and The Red Book: Jung, Tolkien, and the Convergence of Images"
Beginning in the years leading up to the Great War, both C. G. Jung and J. R. R. Tolkien independently began to undergo profound imaginal experiences. They had each stepped across a threshold and entered into another world, the realm of imagination, the world…
Another scholar who talked about the hidden side of professor Tolkien was Dr. Lance Owens. I’ll find a good interview he did many years ago where he discusses in detail the magical mystical experience that Tolkien had for over 20 years, and from this experience came out the books LOTR and Hobbit. Tolkien’s experience is very rare, and hard to describe. He had visions, lucid dreams, and he heard an unknown ancient language come into his awareness. Tolkien himself was fluent in 19 different languages, some of which are the oldest languages known to us. When he was having his experience, and his visions, he also started hearing words come into his awareness. He said it wasn’t just random words, but words with meanings, complete mythologies. It is my believe that he was channeling forgotten history
I want to share a description of one of Tolkien’s visions for people to trying to grasp the remarkable, magical experience Tolkien went through.
To get a fuller sense of the experiential nature of this vision, I will quote at length from Memories, Dreams, Reflections:
It was during Advent of the year 1913—December 12, to be exact—that I resolved upon the decisive step. I was sitting at my desk once more, thinking over my fears. Then I let myself drop. Suddenly it was as though the ground literally gave way beneath my feet, and I plunged down into dark depths. I could not fend off the feeling of panic. But then, abruptly, at not too great a depth, I landed on my feet in a soft, sticky mass. I felt great relief, although I was apparently in complete darkness. After a while my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, which was rather like a deep twilight. Before me was the entrance to a dark cave, in which stood a dwarf with a leathery skin, as if he were mummified. I squeezed past him through the narrow entrance and waded knee deep through icy water to the other end of the cave where, on a projecting rock, I saw a glowing red crystal. I grasped the stone, lifted it, and discovered a hollow underneath. At first I could make out nothing, but then I saw that there was running water. In it a corpse floated by, a youth with blond hair and a wound in the head. He was followed by a gigantic black scarab and then by a red, newborn sun, rising up out of the depths of the water. Dazzled by the light, I wanted to replace the stone upon the opening, but then a fluid welled out. It was blood. A thick jet of it leaped up, and I felt nauseated. It seemed to me that the blood continued to spurt for an unendurably long time. At last it ceased, and the vision came to an end.
To get a fuller sense of the experiential nature of this vision, I will quote at length from Memories, Dreams, Reflections:
It was during Advent of the year 1913—December 12, to be exact—that I resolved upon the decisive step. I was sitting at my desk once more, thinking over my fears. Then I let myself drop. Suddenly it was as though the ground literally gave way beneath my feet, and I plunged down into dark depths. I could not fend off the feeling of panic. But then, abruptly, at not too great a depth, I landed on my feet in a soft, sticky mass. I felt great relief, although I was apparently in complete darkness. After a while my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, which was rather like a deep twilight. Before me was the entrance to a dark cave, in which stood a dwarf with a leathery skin, as if he were mummified. I squeezed past him through the narrow entrance and waded knee deep through icy water to the other end of the cave where, on a projecting rock, I saw a glowing red crystal. I grasped the stone, lifted it, and discovered a hollow underneath. At first I could make out nothing, but then I saw that there was running water. In it a corpse floated by, a youth with blond hair and a wound in the head. He was followed by a gigantic black scarab and then by a red, newborn sun, rising up out of the depths of the water. Dazzled by the light, I wanted to replace the stone upon the opening, but then a fluid welled out. It was blood. A thick jet of it leaped up, and I felt nauseated. It seemed to me that the blood continued to spurt for an unendurably long time. At last it ceased, and the vision came to an end.
I’m not a gnostic, nor am I promoting gnosticism. I’m sharing this because it’s a great interview on Aeon Byte Gnostic Radio interview with Dr. Lance Owens, an expert on Tolkien. Dr Owens talks about the mystical experience that Tolkien had. Fast forward to 22:50 in order to skip over the long intro.