Treatise and Testimony
Part II
Eternal Involvement
My purpose has always been to seek calendar information. In the wake of perseverant calendar study, I have discovered the paranormal and the supernatural. Paranormal effects are channeled through subconscious, subliminal concerns over times and dates. Clairvoyance, or second sight, is the perception of ability to see things not normally visible to the human eye. Clairaudience is the perception of ability to hear things not normally audible to the human ear. Psychical investigation unites with calendar research by sheer inducement of telepathy through time. Mediumship, or thought communications, merge with time and the calendar itself. Emotional situations and clarity of mind tend to be catalysts that stimulate the personal magnetism found in everyone. Sleep deters the mind's focus away from physical attentions and bodily functions. The mind is free in sleep to contemplate on the thought process alone. Altered states of the mind through sleep, trances, and seances with others invite spiritualism. Always, we aspire to our higher self to lead the way. The superconscious, or the highest level of self, is the ultimate guide of personality. Biblical principles draw upon the best of intentions and attitudes. The moral obligation of fervent prayer promotes the collective consciousness of society. The Holy Bible specifies mental display and physical exhibition of the Holy Spirit, and warns against occult involvement. Witchcraft and mysticism denote negative types of causation, or curses. Agreement with the cliche' of "whatever goes around, comes around," signals the need to pursue positive appeals, and to assert positive thinking through prayer for ourselves and others.
About 1986, I had unraveled the numerical ties found with the early antediluvian patriarchs. I felt Adam and Seth were linked in their primary ages using the 260 year sacred cycle, gained from the 260 day sacred year. I saw comparisons based on doubling the 400 year Long Count to arrive at the 800 year Generation Cycle. From 800 years, 800 sacred years are factored and given in the secondary ages of Adam and Jared. I was experimenting with lunar years ranging from 354 days to 360 days in order to work out the rest of the computations for the lineage. I knew the 360 day midpoint length of year often had five special festival days added to complete the solar year. My difficulties came when I viewed years in modern thinking of day multiples, rather than considering them dually with the Egyptian Calendar sense of time. I attempted to adjust the solar year down to 364 days in line with the Enochian type of year. I then began repeating 800 years in each secondary age, and adding the time beyond for the characters of Adam through Jared as separate place value numbers. Factoring out sacred years allowed 800 sacred year units to be obtained from solar years for each secondary age. Consistency of sacred years required luni-solar separation times to be investigated to best attain extra time greater than 800 sacred years in the secondary ages. Only by maintaining the middle position of 360 days was I able to account for the genealogy in a mathematical chain of years. Involving myself with Messianic Judaism in an organized manner of local worship led to deeper spiritual insight, and helped to bridge Old and New Testaments.
Later dreams have been closely linked to the joined soul concept. In my sleep, I am sometimes drawn into extreme emotional situations. Administration of the Holy Spirit directs me into the spiritual, eternal realm. I become part of the same joined soul of other people. The need for spiritual understanding extracts transformed faith. More recently, I have reached higher into the layers of heaven. I have awoken from the dreaming body state of mind to find myself immersed in the emotions that others feel. In three examples of co-eternal involvement of the Holy Spirit I had no control over individualized experiences, or the results caused by the actions of others. My spirit was subject to the thoughts, ideas, and inner feelings of the people I joined with. Each of these dreams happened only once.
A man had been unfaithful to his wife. The man had fallen in love with another woman, causing the wife great sadness and despair over her broken marriage. In a dream state, the Holy Spirit and her private spiritual needs propelled me to her. I visualized a dining room, and a chandelier hanging above a large wooden table. There was a countertop between the dining room and kitchen, over which were hung pans, and glasses in a rack. The countertop was open on both sides, and I remember seeing the kitchen appliances on the other side. The countertop was a mini-bar style, and I do not recall color information in this case. The woman and I were as one, sitting alone at the table. I could clearly hear her weeping. I do not know names, or locations, in these cases. Nor had I any prior knowledge of the people or situations described. On that morning I awoke grieving deeply. I found I was actually crying with wet tears streaming down my face onto the pillow. I knew I had been distraught for an hour or two judging by the amount of moisture on my face and pillow. As I awoke, I could feel my soul and hers literally separating. This experience felt like a sheet of paper had been glued to my abdomen, and was quickly torn away.
On another occasion, a love triangle and domestic violence were combined. I, and a man, became as one in my dream state. This experience took place at night. The man was running across the front part of a house, excited and frightened. While running, I saw another man run out the front door of the house toward a waiting gray, or black pickup truck. He hurriedly opened the door of the pickup truck and jumped in. I remember seeing the windshield and a side mirror on the driver's side of the truck. I then saw a reddish tint to everything, like looking through red sunglasses. I heard someone shout: "He's got a gun!" from the direction of the house. I perceived that several people were gathered around the steps of the house. Two quick gun blasts followed, and I awoke nervous and scared.
In another dream state, I saw something similar to a pane of glass. I viewed the pane of glass-like substance from edge, and a man stood on one side. The man was standing about six feet from the windowpane, which stretched from about his knees up to near his head. A woman sat in a green, or blue reclining chair close to the other side of the pane. I knew the man felt sorrowed, and as he began to speak, I sensed the picture of a car parked in front of a building. The man had seen the car of the woman's father. He proceeded to tell the woman that her father was cheating on, or seeing, a woman other than her mother. I heard him say in a low tone of voice "your dad is with her", and I felt his words, or spirit, pass through me. She was obviously hurt by what he had said, although she knew it was true. I felt her sadness. He added insult to injury then by saying "and you're going to do it too," implying that she was destined to cheat on him, like her father. Again his spirit passed through me, and I saw her begin to cry. This dream was marked by the clarity of the words the man spoke, and the image of the windowpane material that seemed to float in midair between the two people. I awoke with a remorseful, sorrowed feeling.
In all three dreams just described was the feeling of compression from two sides. I first had the sensation of being lowered, or gently dropped in a controlled manner. My spirit noticed the impression of squeezing, as if I were caught in a vice with padded jaws. The more accurately I am positioned within the joined soul, the better I am able to comprehend the thoughts and temperament of the people. The sounds the people hear in the particular situation are always easiest to remember in detail. The sights that the people see, come to me in the form of visions. Heightened emotions tend to deliver colors in the vision, although most cases are black and white. Taste has been noticed in one instance, however this was when I was awake. Of the five physical senses; i.e.: sight, sound, taste, hearing, and smell, hearing is the easiest to distinguish. Sight is the second most prevalent sense received. Taste is the least often defined sense, with touch and smells insofar non-existent to reception in my dream awareness state. Although I knew touch has been established by sight, the actual physical pressure sense is absent. In general, the emotions of the people involved were best ascertained and absorbed by me. Premonitions too, are grounded with an emotional posture.
There is one more major dream I should explain for the reader. This is a recurring type of dream where there have been minor variations on the same theme. This is a dream of all time. The dream opens with me standing alone on a pale yellowish landscape. A large mountain is far off in the distance. I see what looks like a round, white, flexible tube. I walk toward the tube and I can hear a rushing sound, like fast air or water. I come closer to the tube, and the sound increases to a louder throbbing roar. The tube, waist high and about two or three feet in diameter, brightens to glowing very white. The tube looks like a long, flexible hose. My hands in the dream are dirty and I want to wash them clean. I place both hands upon the glowing tube. I feel power, and I see my fingers are glowing. The tube is not hot, but rather cool to touch. I am surprised at the cool feeling. The tube feels strange, and I feel deep affection coming from the tube. Yet, my hands are still dirty. I move both hands up, over, and around the large hose. I know the flowing material inside will cleanse my hands. I look for some way to get to whatever flows and is contained therein. I still cannot reach my hands inside the tube. The outside of the tube is hard to the touch. I see the hose is now opaque.
Everlasting Intent Vision
Becoming more determined to reach the loud flowing material, I decide that I will walk to the end of the tube. I want to find where it will release the flowing material. I look back toward the mountaintop to find the beginning. I instinctively know that the beginning is very far away, and I can never reach it. I expect to see the tube in a straight line. I am amazed by what I have discovered. I know that I am alone in the dream. I feel more attraction toward the almost endless, long white tube. I feel like a bug attracted to a fluorescent light. I look around to show anyone else whatever it is that I have found. There is nobody around to see me if I were to wave. There is nobody around to hear me if I were to shout. I am saddened, and marvel with curiosity about the tube. My fascination increases, and I look at the landscape. There are slight hills and valleys, and all around is a faint light. Only the light from the tube illuminates the surrounding countryside. Like pale moonlight, the land has a faint yellowish-white tint. I see one small tree to my right, toward the mountain. The strange hose lays upon the ground, meandering over the hills and valleys. The hose turns left and right, rises and falls, in slow, gradual diversions. I think the hose has been stretched across the ground without any forethought. I am surprised to find it meanders and I think it would be better to make it straight from beginning to end.
I exert all my strength on the tube, pushing it very hard. I cannot move it the slightest bit. The tube is so heavy that it seems anchored to the ground. I know that it is not tied down at all. I examine the rest of the tube. The outside of the tube is not straight, but modestly expanding and contracting in certain areas. White luminous fibers emanate from the tube, all around the circumference. Some of the fibers are a foot or so long, but most look like hair and extend a few inches from the surface. I decide to walk to the opposite end, away from the mountain. I take a few steps, and I think the journey will be long. Suddenly, I am lifted above the ground, and carried very fast toward the end. I am carried to the end of the hose, and I now see where it empties. There is a pool of glowing white liquid, with the consistency of water. I know it is not water. I place my fingers under the glowing white liquid near the mouth of the tube. I am surprised to find the tube and the liquids are made of the same material. The end of the tube looks melted. I become afraid, for if the tube should burst, or the hardened outside rupture, there would be nothing to stop the liquid from sweeping me away in a tremendous flood. I feel my hands are cleansed. I look up and see a small, wooden building next to the pool of white liquid. There is a water wheel on the side of the building, turning very slowly. This place looks familiar to me. I feel as if I live here, and this is my house. The water wheel has great power, but is not connected to anything. The water wheel drives nothing. I feel the wheel is a waste of power. I am very saddened over this realization. I know I built the water wheel from discarded wood and trash. The water wheel is extremely strong, and the power it makes can drive anything known. This dream first began many years ago. Portions of this dream have occasionally repeated.
A sequential recurring dream to the former opens with the old wooden building. I hear the rushing of the liquid, and now I find myself inside the building. The wooden walls are crimson red. I hear the loud rushing of the liquid. I look down and the water wheel is inside the building, laying on its side. The wheel lays flat on the ground, spinning very fast. I hear the wood creaking and groaning under great stress. I fear the wheel will fly apart, and destroy the wooden building and me. I know the white hose is outside, and the pool of white liquid enters the building at one end. I observe the liquid, it is no longer white and glowing. The white liquid is changed to crimson red upon entering the building. I see the crimson red liquid all about me, and I think it is blood. I feel great pain and suffering inside the building. There is anguish all around me. I look at the walls, ceiling, and floor of the building. Everything is made of hardened, dried blood. Even the water wheel is made of dried blood. I fear for myself, and I see the souls of all those who have been here before me in the crimson red liquid. The wheel spins and I have connected it to something I do not quite understand. The wheel drives something enormous, and groans under the stress. I see my face covering the entire top of the wheel. I feel that I am deep in the bowels of hell. I have come to hate myself. There is acute pain and suffering all about me. I feel the torment of the crippled, sick, and dying people. The wheel spins faster now. Blood and souls are splattering me, and the inside of the building wet. The influx of red liquid is tremendous. The wheel churns and churns, and the blood has nowhere to go. Wet red liquid covers the floor and walls of the building. Thinking the wooden building will fill up and I will surely drown, I decide to make a hole at the other end. I am sure there has got to be a way to let the liquid out. I think there must be a way to let them go. I poke my finger into the wall of the building near the floor to let the crimson red liquid out. This dream is later, and I have pieced it together through repetitions of the parts.
This episode of the dream was mainly happening during the period I was delving into the Old Testament history. I felt I had arrived at the end of the long tube. Both consciously and asleep, I would find myself focused on the calendars. After the bookstore circumstance, and for about the next year, was the most turbulent period in my life. I surmised that indeed I was transferring my calendar investigations to the dreams. Dream awareness states of the future were definite. The mind's eye was glimpsing the visual picture, and occasionally I predicted silently to myself what someone was going to say beforehand, along with local sounds. There seemed to be short and long range predictions. The short types would occur within three days, and the longer-range experiences up to four months away. I still had not been able to fill in the series of events that would bring about the future situation. Even with all my calendar information, neither was I able to arrange schedules of impending events. I learned there were emotional triggers of sorts. At random and sometimes overlapping, ordinary scenes seemed to piece together until the precise point in the future convergence would be reached. From instantly to several minutes in duration, I had entered my own accelerated future.
The next portion of the recurrent sequential dream concerns my personal conversion to faith in Jesus Christ. This part of the overall drama was primarily taking place during the estimated two year span of my longest accelerated future. I was consciously realizing the magnitude and intensity of the forces that I was working with. I began to tell others. By confiding in people, I was able to obtain a general overview of what was happening in my spiritual life. I spoke to Priests, Rabbis, and other learned men of the Holy Spirit. Most were surprised to hear what I said. Some told me I was dealing with the dark side of the supernatural. One man said: "That's magic!" Another man in particular was well founded in the concept of opposites, as proposed by many famous philosophers. He was dedicated to organized Christianity, and was an elder in his church. When I told him about my personal experiences, and how scared I was from witnessing the incident at the bookstore, he said convincingly: "Wrong kingdom." Note that I had seen this man in another dream, riding a white horse. He seemed amazed when I told him my testimonies. He invited me to attend his church, and my involvement with organized Christianity increased. I read more of the Four Gospels, and enhanced my understanding of the supernatural through reading and learning about the miracles of Christ. I realized the co-eternal junction of Jesus Christ and the Holy Trinity. I felt I had purified my soul.
My dream was opening with me outside the wooden building. I had punched the hole through the wall of the building, near to the ground. I am standing now in the glowing white liquid pool outside the building. The white liquid covers my feet, nearly up to my knees. The liquid pool had become a white, flowing river at the other end of the building. The red liquid had been purified, turning white as it ran outside the building. The liquid running outside the building merges with the pool of white liquid, or the Holy Spirit, already outside. A short distance away, the river of white liquid flows out, and turns upward. I then melt, and myself become part of the river. Like a waterspout, the white liquid flows straight up, without containment of any kind. No amount of liquid falls back to earth. Riding as a leaf on a current, I am carried upward to a place I can best describe as a white egg. Made of the same material, the egg is oblong from the side, and slightly flattened on top. Around the white egg there are many windows and lights. I can see out in all directions. Inside the egg, I see many people, all dressed in white. Everything and everybody is pure white, and they blend in with the walls. I recognize some people, others I do not. I am astounded by the incredible happiness I and others there know. I later would compare this egg to the Ascension.
Luminous Egg with Water Wheel
The next dream was entwined with the last. Fragments I have picked up at different times. In the heavenly realm, there is no past or future. All is eternal. I feel the incident at the bookstore was the climax of the dream. I am then moved downward toward where the egg tops the white liquid spout. I wondered why, maybe I unworthy and deserved to be returned to the place I came from. Near to the bottom of the egg, and at the top of the waterspout, I come to rest. White liquid rushed all about me, and I remain still.
I look outward and see a hole appear in front of me. I think the white liquid will spill out and fall downward. Instead, the white river continues to flow upward. I am moved through the hole, and the hole is transformed into the opening of a pitcher. I look outward and the scene is very beautiful. Below me, I see a large field of individual lights. The background is pitch black, and softer then velvet. The field of lights is either lifted upward toward me, or I am sent down to them. The view is similar to landing an aircraft at night. The small white lights began to gather toward me. All of these dreams occur over approximately ten years. They were meant to foreshadow my own personal life, and the spiritual changes I have undergone.
Psalms 19:2
"Day unto day
uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge."
While working with my dreaming body, and trying to interpret the inspired spiritualism passed to me, I was becoming familiar with the works of the Biblical character known as Enoch. My quest in calendar research brought me to where angels fear to tread. Enoch as an apocryphal character dates from about 300 B.C., according to most theistic viewpoints. Informative parts of the three versions are far earlier. In the remote past, perhaps before 10,000 years ago, the fragments of Enoch show a combined religious synopsis. There is a formalized break from the traditional Jewish luni-solar type of calendar. Prehistorically Enochian influence shows a definite emphasis from a strictly solar calendar.
The concept of a 364-day length of year, with an admonishment not to count the last day of the year, clearly identifies the theology of collapsible time. In this way, the forces that rule over heaven and earth could be focused to accomplish the ultimate goals of society. The calendar of Enoch aligns early tendencies with a formative type of Egyptian solar calendar. Visionary beings, the idea of a pre-existent messiah, and the mechanics of celestial motions, combine to prove there was an advanced religion. Simple animism and the worship of fixed objects, exemplified by standing stones, were form world manifestations of a time based, spiritual eschatology. Angelology and conceptions of the spirit and immortal soul after death were keystone to nearly all early religions.
The story of Moses shows intent by the Egyptian
Pharaoh, Rameses II, to stop Moses from fracturing Egyptian royalty and
history. Adopted son by the daughter of Pharaoh, Moses went on to free the
Hebrew people from slavery (Exodus
Ancient Hebrew peoples tried to shift attention away from any history tied to a primitive Egyptian society. For this reason, the book(s) of Enoch are often called "forbidden mysteries, or secrets of Enoch" and are shrouded by adverse reactions. The works of Enoch have sometimes been called wicked and evil. Controversial at best, the works are perhaps the most direct link we have to an early religious theology. Mention of Enoch is also made in Anton Levey's The Satanic Bible. The Enochian Sect, with calendar associations, provides another glimpse of the ancient philosophy regarding the heavens and earth. Ruling out spiritual connections, the works of Enoch highlight customs of a religion directed to worship of the calendar.
Enoch's association with Biblical records of time may be clarified by a discussion I had later with a Rabbi. He said: "Enoch was the flesh for the first 65 years of his life. For the next 300 years, Enoch was taken up, and became righteous and godly. Enoch walked with God. Yet, Enoch was not God, and therefore God took him." Enoch is depicted to be a fallen angel in many commentaries.
Hebrews 11:5
By faith Enoch was translated that he should not see death; and was not found, because God had translated him: for before his translation he had this testimony, that he pleased God.
With knowledge of this kind, these intense forces can be so focused, that many works of God will be possible. I must advise caution to the reader here. I am speaking of raw, unpurified time leading to the fork in the road between good and evil kingdoms. The danger is a temptation to use time for yourself before the service to others. You owe your life to time, and must humble yourself before it. Time is a precious resource of the Holy Spirit. Prayer and faith must involve time. Time is what holds reality together. As the page I saw was blanked, the past and future are balanced at the position of now. Time is neutral between choices. The Bible has given me the calendar discoveries I have made, and the purpose to write my research for others. If any agonies of mankind can be eliminated, the effort has been worthwhile. Cognizance of co-eternity must be supported by the following the examples of Jesus Christ. Imperative to the path of your immortal soul is faith and belief in Christ. 2,000 years of consecration and sacrifice give us our daily bread. Lord and Savior of all brethren, the miracles and teachings of Christ show compassion, and forgiveness for whatever blasphemies are said. Note that there is one exception to forgiveness through Christ.
Mark
"But he that
shall blaspheme against the Holy Ghost hath never forgiveness,
but is in danger of eternal damnation:"
The works of Enoch, and other Biblical characters,
have gained co-eternal status. Even though the book of Enoch was considered
canonical only in the
Mark
"For there is
nothing hid, which shall not be manifested;
neither was any thing kept secret, but that it should come abroad."
The Enochian secrets are a single strand of the Holy Spirit. Between ancient Jewish and Egyptian philosophies, the Holy Spirit is strongest when all strands are included. To exclude the Enochian writing frees the knowledge to be used by the underworld. Other derivations of the word Seth stem from Egyptian influence. Seth, Seti, Sat, and finally Satan all have trademark names of adversity. The part of the Holy Spirit that is neglected by organized religion is free to be used for whatever purposes the finders deem appropriate. Comparing lunar/solar religion versus solar religion always utilizes the entire Holy Spirit. All three elements of the Holy Trinity are interdependent and should be worshipped accordingly.
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