Rapture of the Bride or Gift

“Who is that beautiful girl?”

“Her name is Melicenta. She's from Perador.”

“Perador, Perador… But this is something from the time of King Arthur?!”

“Absolutely right!”

“Oh my God! But these are the times of Hamlet, Macbeth, and…”

“Yes, they too… from there… Next door to the Macbeths, the princess from Perador.”

“But Perador hasn’t existed for many centuries?! So… it means that Melicenta and I are separated not by space, but by time. And this time is insurmountable!”

“Well, this is relative… How familiar are you with the problems of external order within the universe?”

“Do you mean Einstein's Theory of Relativity? I must admit, I’m not good at it…”

“Now I’ll try to explain it to you more popularly: let’s imagine a Universe of six dimensions. Well, the first four are taught in school – length, height, width and the time factor. The other two are a little more complicated. These are the ‘Sphere of material influence’ and the ‘Sphere of imagination’. Hence the six-dimensionality of space, and not four-dimensionality, as this one of yours… well, this one of yours erroneously claimed…”

“Einstein?”

“Yes, Einstein. Do you understand?”

“Frankly, not very much. I am an artist and am used to thinking in images, and not in the measurements of galaxies.”

“Artist… artist… Okay. Let's move on to imaginative thinking. Are you satisfied with the formula that everything created by our imagination must exist somewhere in the Universe?”

from the film “31 June”, episode 1, time 0:43:55.

In the middle of summer 2018, I discovered that on September 23, 2017, a very interesting event occurred. You can find information like this on the Web:

“Recently, articles have appeared on the Internet that an important astronomical event will occur on September 23, 2017, a symbolic description of which is given in the last and only prophetic book of the New Testament, ‘The Revelation of St. John the Theologian’, which in the ancient Koine Greek language is called ‘Apocalypse’.”

In the first English-language video describing this event with visualization of the movement of celestial bodies in the Sky Stellarium computer program, I was attracted by the final picture, in which, in addition to the date September 23, 2017, when the Rapture of the Bride took place, namely “12 stars, the Sun and the Moon lined up around the constellation Virgo in the sky” another date was present.

This date was September 9, 2017, or rather the transition between the days September 9–10, 2017, as “the date of the child’s exit from the mother’s womb (birth)”; of course this was the exit of Jupiter from the conventional connecting lines outlined between stars of the “body” of the constellation Virgo.

For me, the Gift consisted of a combination of several events that happened in that time frame:

1) My “Warrior Burial”, September 5–10, 2017;

2) Solar activity, September 6–10, 2017;

3) Rapture of the Bride, September 23, 2017, with the date mentioned as September 9–10, 2017.

Burial of a warrior

Victor Sanchez “The Teachings of Don Carlos (Practical use of the techniques of Carlos Castaneda)” (1996, link in Russian)

https://www.rulit.me/books/uchenie-dona-karlosa-prakticheskoe-ispolzovanie-tehnik-karlosa-kastanedy-read-93096-53.html

“In his books, Carlos Castaneda mentions the practice of warriors burying themselves in the ground (III 121–123), (VI 11–12). He reports that warriors bury themselves in the earth to gain purity, to receive instructions, or to cure an illness, but does not describe this experience in detail. <…>

At turning points in life, we can bury our old self in the Earth and allow a new self to be born.”

Initiation “Warrior's Burial” (link in Russian)

https://lastday.club/initiation-warrior-burial/

“As one of the methods of initiation, the most ancient ritual practice is used – the burial of a warrior. What we want to bury and leave in the ground dies within us, and our essence is reborn. <…>

The most ancient shamanic ritual practice, known in Siberia, Tibet, Altai, among the ancient Slavs, Eskimos, Indians… A lighter version is used by Castaneda's followers. Tougher – when accepting new fighters in some special forces.

… When we finished, we collected our things and went to our cars. Everyone was silent. Everyone was absorbed in themselves. We have been reborn, become a little wiser, a little deeper. We are no longer the same guys who walked into the forest a few hours ago. It was an early morning. Life was awakening around us. And we were reborn…”

I did something similar at the beginning of September 2017. In my case no rebirth was planned; for me it was only a forced procedure to cleanse my own karma, which I had been thinking about for many years and finally tried to implement. The attempt was unsuccessful, as a result I did not clear anything and remained the same worthless person with dirty karma as I was before. Of course, for me there was some important meaning in this procedure, but it was at the level of “going with a beautiful girl to an expensive restaurant”, and before Fantastic Week I had no idea that this could become something unique in my life. What’s interesting is that it was precisely the cultural illusions that I write about later in the book – influenced my life, i.e. virtual illusory delusions played an important role in fine-tuning my perception of the world, unless, of course, these are just another of my fantasies.

It’s also very cool that I found on the Internet (opened on December 29, 2021 at 1:10 pm), a quote with the direct text “And we were reborn…”, so I have the opportunity to speculate that this magical event has a cultural meaning a very definite goal, and regardless of my personal opinion, which, by the way, does not exist on this matter.

From the outside it may seem that I dream of pushing personal responsibility somewhere far away, but in fact my goal is different, I am trying to distance myself as much as possible in order to observe this illusory situation “from the outside”, since I have serious concerns about ongoing external manipulation with goals unclear to me. But since I have a choice of how to perceive all this, I allow that these goals are good and useful for me.

In the book 19+, chapter Fantastic Week, this date, the evening of September 9 – the day of September 10, 2017, is the time of my third and last attempt to “dive under the protection of the Earth” (this magical procedure can also be called “death and birth again (rebirth)”) for that unforgettable week, and every time I did this (three times in a week), after a few hours (the next day), flares of class X9.3, X1.4, X8.6 occurred on the Sun. Which in itself is a rather rare event; the Sun generates such flares no more than once every 2–3 years. Naturally, I am simplifying and mean “a series of outbreaks over one (or two) months”, i.e. these several flares form, in my opinion, one series and such an event occurs on the Sun no more than once every 2–3 years.

My previous full attempts were made somewhere in 1998, there were also several of them, over a period of six months, and then I was unable to extend them for more than 30 minutes (I began to suffocate from lack of oxygen). There were two incomplete attempts in June 2016 and June 2017, lasting no more than an hour each and they should not be considered for the reason that in these cases one side of the “burial” was not covered with earth at all, which of course produce any results, and was just a training session before the real event. I have never attempted to use this magical procedure again in my life.

I consider the combination of solar flares and the Rapture of the Bride to be an important and non-competitive event. What is a non-competitive event? This is an event that does not occur on its own, but is a clear consequence of another event or process. I. e. between two events there is an unconditional cultural connection that cannot be challenged in any way.

There is some sense in emphasizing the words “cultural connection”. This is a key point in understanding this dependence. If you “turn off” cultural perception, which in essence means perception through the illusions inherent in upbringing, then there will be no connection. And this cultural perception is imposed not only on you, my reader, but also undoubtedly on me, provoking an awareness of what is happening, following the direction and path laid down by certain forces.

If we consider the situation from an everyday point of view, then a non-competitive event is when one cat lives in a room and it has a bowl of food. She is not competing with anyone for this bowl, this bowl is definitely hers, and cannot belong to anyone else. The cat does not need to prove that this is her bowl. If there are two cats in the house, then regardless of the number of bowls of food, they will compete with each other for food. For example, a cat can eat food from its bowl and go to drive away its rival from the second bowl, etc.

I called this situation the “trump card”. If you have any arguments, then I can lay out this “trump card”, and you will not be able to challenge it in any way. This card will win by definition, because it “breaks” our gentle everyday worldview. Regardless of the issue we will discuss.

The lack of alternative to the perception of the “card” indirectly indicates the presence of Infinity. The impact of the “card” is reminiscent of the work of something that should not go beyond the Event Horizon, and only there devour real or fictional reality, like Stephen King’s Langoliers. The fact that we cannot “turn” the card, look at it “from a different angle” or somehow change its nature is an indication that the card is constantly and independently moving – for example, towards the perceiving person, this is possible if it simply “eats” this remaining road (our perception) to the goal (observer). A similar effect will be felt if the card is constantly moving away from the observer, producing more and more new perceptions in the subject (unwinding his perception).

If you doubt this, try to mentally “beat” this “trump card”. In my subjective opinion, the human mind is arranged in such a way that you cannot “interrupt” it, come up with objections, etc., your thinking is simply “will fall into a stupor”, turn off and “self-destruct”. I'm guessing this is the result of some genetic code being triggered.

In the process of analyzing the current situation, it is advisable to take into account other events described in this book and in the previous part, the book 19+. Why is this important, why pay attention and analyze the life of a particular person? Due to the polluted permissiveness and all sorts of garbage of our information space, if there is no “thick layer” of related activities, an ordinary person will refuse any apparent correspondence between events so far from each other and can begin to consider them more seriously only if there are some prerequisites in a person’s life, for “there is no smoke without fire” and this subject must undoubtedly have previously manifested itself in a certain way. And of course, where would we be without the rule that “a person is given something that he can overcome”, something that will strengthen him and that he can further use.

This connection, this non-competitive event, this “trump card”, this “something perpendicular” can only be present in our stream of thoughts. A chicken or a cat will not be conscious of this.

This card is located in a fantasy, fictitious space, as for example described in the film 31 June as the “sixth dimension”, the “sphere of imagination”.

And naturally, this trump card can only be leveled, absorbed and transformed by a higher level process, which may turn out to be the mythical Event Horizon.

Infinity itself is extremely interested in the presence of these technological processes (“trump cards”) in its Event Horizon, and collecting them resembles the stage of formation and activation of the Event Horizon, the maturation of Infinity in the process of obtaining the necessary attributes needed for its proper functioning. (Paragraph was written on August 18, 2022 at 9:28 am).

Apparently, this is how the human brain works; after it finds an important regularity between events, the next problem after “admiration for the poetic beauty of coincidences” is the task of destroying this association in order to remain free.

I see a third-party design in this – to put a person in a situation where he will be forced to manifest an Event Horizon in order to continue his normal everyday existence.

To this conclusion I came first intuitively, in the summer of 2021, then on January 1, 2022, the idea came to me that if in the process of imagination there are all the resources to create and destroy illusory objects, then in the case of the external existence of illusory fictitious objects there must also be an external physical process for their processing and disposal. I.e. this assumption can also be reached by purely logical inference.

I like a fragment from the novel Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein, 1961. (Opened on August 19, 2022 at 9:19 pm).

"Good. Mike, do you know what a gun is?"

"A gun," Smith answered carefully, "is a piece of ordnance for throwing projectiles by the force of some explosive, as gunpowder, consisting of a tube or barrel closed at one end, where the-"

"Okay, okay. Do you grok it?"

"I am not sure."

"Have you ever seen a gun?"

"I do not know."

"Why, certainly you have," Jill interrupted. "Mike, think back to that time we were talking about, in the room with the grass on the floor – but don't get upset now! The big man hit me, you remember."

"Yes."

"The other man pointed something at me. In his hand."

"Yes. He pointed a bad thing at you."

"That was a gun."

"I had thinked that the word for that bad thing might be 'gun.' The Webster's New International Dictionary of the English Language, Third Edition, published in-"

"That's fine, son," Harshaw said hastily. "That was certainly a gun. Now listen to me carefully. If someone points a gun at Jill again, what will you do?"

Smith paused rather longer than usual. "You will not be angry if I waste food?"

"No, I would not be angry. Under those circumstances no one would be angry at you. But I am trying to find out something else. Could you make just the gun go away, without making the man who is pointing it go away?"

Smith considered it. "Save the food?"

"Uh, that isn't quite what I mean. Could you cause the gun to go away without hurting the man?"

"Jubal, he would not hurt at all. I would make the gun go away, but the man I would just stop. He would feel no pain. He would simply be discorporate. The food he leaves after him would not damage at all."

Harshaw sighed. "Yes, I'm sure that's the way it would be. But could you cause to go away just the gun? Not do anything else? Not 'stop' the man, not kill him, just let him go on living?"

Smith considered it. "That would be much easier than doing both at once. But, Jubal, if I left him still corporate, he might still hurt Jill. Or so I grok it."

Harshaw stopped long enough to remind himself that this baby innocent was neither babyish nor innocent – was in fact sophisticated in a culture which he was beginning to realize, however dimly, was far in advance of human culture in some very mysterious ways, and that these naive remarks came from a superman – or what would do in place of a "superman" for the time being. Then he answered Smith, choosing his words most carefully as he had in mind a dangerous experiment and did not want disaster to follow from semantic mishap.

"Mike, if you reach a – 'cusp' – where you must do something in order to protect Jill, you do it."

"Yes, Jubal. I will."

"Don't worry about wasting food. Don't worry about anything else. Protect Jill."

"Always I will protect Jill."

"Good. But suppose a man pointed a gun at someone – or simply had it in his hand. Suppose you did not want or need to kill him, but you needed to make the gun go away. Could you do it?"

Mike paused only briefly. "I think I grok it. A gun is a wrong thing. But it might be needful for the man to remain corporate." He thought. "I can do it."

“Good. Mike, I am going to show you a gun. A gun is a wrong thing.”

“A gun is a very wrong thing. I will make it go away.”

“Don't make it go away as soon as you see it.”

“Not?”

“Not. I will lift the gun and start to point it at you. Like this. Before I can get it pointed at you, make it go away. But don't stop me, don't hurt me, don't kill me, don't do anything to me. Just the gun. Don't waste me as food, either.”

“Oh, I never would,” Mike said earnestly. “When you discorporate, my brother Jubal, I hope to be allowed to eat of you myself, praising and cherishing you with every bite, until I grok you in fullness.”

Harshaw controlled a seasick reflex he had not felt in decades and answered gravely, “Thank you, Mike.”

“It is I who must thank you, my brother – and if it should come to be that I am selected before you, I hope that you will find me worthy of grokking. Sharing me with Jill. You would share me with Jill? Please?”

Harshaw glanced at Jill, saw that she had kept her face serene – reflected that she probably was a rock-steady scrub nurse. “I will share you with Jill,” he said solemnly. “But, Mike, no one of us will be food today, nor any time soon. Right now I am going to show you this gun – and you wait until I say, and then you be very careful, because I have, many things to do before I am ready to discorporate.”

“I will be careful, my brother.”

“All right.” Harshaw leaned over, grunting slightly, and opened a lower drawer of his desk. “Look in here, Mike. See the gun? I'm going to pick it up. But don't do anything until I tell you to. Girls – get up and move away to the left; I don't want it pointed at you. Okay. Mike, not yet.” Harshaw reached for the gun, a very elderly police special, took it out of the drawer. “Get ready, Mike. Now!”– and Harshaw did his very best to get the weapon aimed at the Man from Mars.

His hand was suddenly empty. No shock, no jar, no twisting – the gun was gone and that was all.

Jubal found that he was shaking, so he stopped it. “Perfect,” he said to Mike. “You got it before I had it aimed at you. That's utterly perfect.”

“I am happy.”

“So am I. Duke, did that get in the camera?”

“Yup. I put in fresh film cartridges. You didn't say.”

“Good.” Harshaw sighed and found that he was very tired. “That's all today, kids. Run along. Go swimming. You, too, Anne.”

Anne said, “Boss? You'll tell me what the films show?”

“Want to stay and see them?”

“Oh, no! I couldn't, not the parts I Witnessed. But I would like to know – later – whether or not they show that I've slipped my clutches.”

“All right.”

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