Some Fine Print
This website fulfills a number of functions. In the first place it is an experimental engagement in the process of interactive online story telling, (and specifically finding out how much can be achieved without much money, that amount being what is affordable from within an australian disability pension; and bearing in mind that even centrelink incomes in australia, make all australians among the richest 20% of the world's population , such that what is not much money for me, and is a lot less than most australians, is also a lot more than at least 80% of the world's human population).
In the second place, this website is a personal memoir of sorts. I hope it will also prove as humorous as alarming it may be, in reality, (that is, humorous despite the full content of the memoir).
In the third place, the experiment of conveying online narrative extends into the fact of this narrative carrying a healer's story of the kind that ought never be told unless conveying healing. (I use the word "healing" not "health" because health can not be commodified as objectively definable when being conveyed to in public, whereas healing implies the ongoing process which requires work from the person in receipt of potential health improvement). Therefore, if there is no other healing you might find herein, I pray at least laughter therapy will relieve your burden, (although that ought not be my intent, and neither was my intent most often); and, if, on the other hand, you believe, well then my prayer for your good health by your healing yourself through God's Son investing his love in us ourselves, is beyond my own words.
Fourth I am finding myself wondering about how to learn more about website building. And finding I am unable to disentangle myself from this experiment at this URL, within current content of what I have shown of my story here,it is being retained perhaps inexplicably. However, I am moving on soon into another few URLs (in particular at http://www.curaezipirid.net , a website still under construction,which will have much the same content as this).
Last but not least, there is, I will report of this my experiment, a clear interface between this website, its design process, and indigenous Dreamtime reality, and as per the entire narrative herein, . . . somewhat a reflection of my mind and my holding onto the stories of many characters of Dreamtime story, (some rather oddly anonymous in this life, and in this indigenous australian "two way" cultural form in which Angels still might descend to Earth and walk as men), who hold well a real tradition alive. And hopefully, my Dreamtime stream of consciousness grammar will be available that all readers may appropriately comprehended.
WELCOME to my website. This passage of prose, will be containing a certain well defined warning, and I intend not that my warning might prevent you feeling welcome here reading my words, and examining the content of my website. Pleased to meet you as an online observer of my work, my name in this world is "Rebekah". Rebekah can be somewhat cautious towards those who approach, yet will that you are welcome in approach nevertheless.
Rebekah's poetry contains an exorcism inherent. This exorcism is available within reading the words with all good intent. If you seek reason to fault her words, they will appear as though faulted, but, if rather you prefer believe her reasoning, in weaving an exorcism through all of her writing, you may receive what your health will need. There is not any evil intent in Rebekah's words, my words, within which I refer to myself from the point of view of True Spiritual reflection about the carnal body I am named being Rebekah. Without all ill being my intent, you will find your own health outcomes will either stay the same or improve by how you read my language. And the only risk to you in reading, was if you had projected your own ill intention forwards into this very future you are now reading me, Rebekah, within. In that case better I forewarn you of my suspicious mind in this respect, of what I ever know better than to have been up to myself.
An exorcism embedded within language is unlikely from many points of view. An exorcism existing at all will likely seem incredible within a Westerner's set of reflections about meanings in words. And non-Westerners are just as likely to find this incredible in that English words are capable of carrying exorcism leading into good health. I have shared all such doubts myself. And all I might add of what is likely or unlikely, is that many of Rebekah's poems, my poems, are obviously lacking editorial insight, from the point of view of the word smithing professions. However, it is as often as not within these very extraneous words . . .
. . . the overt truth is, as explicable as the story telling woven around the poetry, of prose being used as well, and which also sustains Rebekah's exorcism, also most often in rather many words. The exorcism is essentially Christian because it would not have been possible without Jesus assisting Rebekah, in that a significant fact in her story of developing and giving birth to this exorcism, happened when she saw Jesus standing in the doorway of the home of a dangerous man whose express intent had been preventing her from imparting good health within his own life.
Given that the man in question, himself a kediatchure man (shaman), had already threatened with knowledge of a gun, and already woven his own entrapment around Rebekah when she saw Jesus, and happened to have just received a large shipment of illicit cannabis grown at land where his name is representing his interests via the vehicle of legal documents; it is a real miracle that Rebekah is alive today. Thus Jesus providence of salvation is unable to be disputed in Rebekah's world, no matter how hard that aforementioned man did try, and try he might as her betrothed husband within indigenous culture.
Yet what he most of all tried achieve, be to prevent Rebekah's poetry from becoming known, because he fully realized she could write in a way which prevents his projection of ills upon anybody he wished to discredit, who was everybody he had not himself raped; (or not as successfully raped as he was hoping to so do, in the case of Rebekah, because she accepted in full, the totality of her own liability for her presence in his home, where, as evidence of her self acceptance of her witness, she saw Jesus).
Let me make here, that one sad strange point, normally silent, more explicit: we might experience lacking the feeling of true love in the actions of another who sought to engage in sexual intimacy with us, but we can not thereupon gain by blaming that person, and in fact we know not their motive most often, and perhaps it was that the instance just had to happen because it happens to be preventing of worse. In this consciousness, about all such events I AM INVIOLATE; but thus as the abandoned "promised wife", of a medicine man who had turned more bad than his community could have already realised, I become consistently stuck with playing the badder roles than I might like in this life. This fact I need accept within understanding myself to be blessed with the credibility of a huge part to play in damage control in our collective dreamtime. I may seldom appear worthy of being supplied with a good social reputation thereby, and yet it is my honour that my credibility of witness is standing firm in the minds of real Angels among men.
In the fact that it took seven years for Rebekah to ensure enough other men, (most of whom are also indigenous), know what that one man was up to, is testimony only to indigenous men's high levels of expectations of social responsibility for one another. Any bad Shaman will always be alike a treacherous big kettle of metaphorical fish to have caught out red handed, and in this case, also a lot of beefy bullshit, big footed marsupials, fine feathered friends, deep rooted giants, heaven alone knows how many monitor lizards, snakes, scorpions, and spiders, and worst of all what shows me up at my best, a plethora of microbial life forms. The germ warfare shamanic journeying survival guide, being a book I have yet to find any cause to need write, please heed my good warnings for traveling the way with me. This is a way seldom walked because this is the way of learning how to carry diseases so well as that the only impact of the disease projections of evil minds, was of learning resilience and developing greater immunity. I hope my poetry will enable this in everybody who seeks this learning.
These here words have the link to click, for if by curiosity you think, of one wrongdoer I have mentioned, if you must know what he has done (2U), see here that the one, person to have to have known, and in long detail never flown, ought never have had to be female, yet at home that in his own, in the world called faery am I known, for by him a world among many strange things, the need I of him mention, be the need nobody female can have did.
Finally, I wish that I am able communicate a specific fact unto the knowledge of every Shaman, about myself and my presence as I can be encountered journeying. I hoped to be able to prove a point here in just one paragraph, and perhaps this will, but as the draft is many, and as in words I may dwell, pictures make a way between this paragraph and my words for those who will journey with me.
I have no idea
. . . placing poetry, and videography of reading poetry, online, will always be somewhat experimental . . .
. . . because via the means of this here internet, in time, will prove to belong, much which men would never have wished bear witness of, . . .
. . . and yet if once we realise what inevitable factors conspired ensure the internet exist at all,... . . .
The upper, the middle, and lower realms, represent through my mind a little differently today than as I have ever previously experienced. In my experience, of the upper world, my presence is always accompanied by Jesus;and hereby,whenever I had avoided following his teaching, the upper world of His Kingship in MY life, had no entry. Many beings of light inhabit this realm, and are only visible in my experience when expressing perfection themselves at every level. My understanding of why my experience of the upper realm, may seem somewhat precious in moments when I am witnessed to be entering this realm, is in that I have understood Jesus teaching; and in particular understood him in his role as Shaman, truly in command here, where the principle of love is always as he taught, whether or not we each individually have learned this understanding of him and from him.
My understanding is resplendently comprehensive of all that was done that misrepresented Jesus love, and in this fact, if ever I experience any example of that misrepresentation, I will descend into the middle realm(s) where such can be better processed, and corrected. I understand these realms to be the collective human patterning of how we all are representing each of three substances within just one substance. That one being Hope, within which all rituals are conducted, with Faith the adjunct fact enabling love as the carnal form will experience love via its sphincters and diaphragms. Within the substance of pure Hope, faith represents as the upper realm, love represents as this middle realm, and hope represents as the lower realm(s).
Now here in the middle realm, misrepresentations of love can become more accurately represented as the mistakes which these were, and then once accurately represented, will descend into the lower realm by means of transfiguration into one or many more of Mother Nature's very many and various forms. Each transfiguration according tribal family, density of error, and pattern within tribe and density. These processes are according to a set of ideals I learned from the combination of indigenous australian Dreamtime comprehension, (including through Corroboree in youth, and friendships, as well as family), and the form of "esoteric Christianity", conveyed through the teaching of George Ivanovitch Gurdjieff, (his name in his native tongue of the Armenian form of ancient Greek, is george son of john son of george), connecting of course with both Essene Monastery, and Shambala. Perhaps you had heard that another word, like Juppurrula, (Janna, or even Israel), might be better to use than the often misunderstood notion of "dreamtime". Many say "Dreaming" these days, and my belief is that these words are all in reference to these same three realms of all of our Shaman journeys; although "israel", being a word we more associate with the Abrahamic traditions and thus Jesus, we also more associate with our ideals of his Kingship: the Kingdom of love's worth expressed as faith represented within the fabric of our hope. And yet while we can hardly believe commercial publications such as exemplified by the Watchtower, give rise to the totality of our comprehension of this upper realm, we may need accept that for many very innocent folk, such examples are reality.
This ideal, mainly instructed via indigenous dreaming, is that our middle realm as we each experience this,is always involved within truthful representation of our daily lives; and the great work all Shaman enable in this realm, accords that everything less than real, transfigure itself into one of mother nature's forms entering the lower realm, whereupon it begins to serve the upper realm by revealing itself as also a real phenomenon. The lower realm now becomes the cleansing that is enabling of the upper realm to be ever more perfect. And thus if we had lacked the faith (and faith oh hope) required above, or had this faith removed from the substance of the self of the carnal body's ability of insight, we were capable of encountering a number of potential difficult outcomes. For example: a misrepresentation of the upper realm of our journeying, might manifest in our mind, and in truth be a pocket we have conceived of as safe, in the middle realm. Much of what I do with homeopathic prescriptions, is attenuating the carnal biology into perception that such could have happened and we could have had our friends confused with foes and vice versa, and that in this perception, the middle Kingdom can become better comprehended, interpreted, and understood, and thus its many gates more readily are open. Jesus teaching in the upper realm of his Kingdom, within which will be many more minor Kingdoms and Kingships as ever, (each Godhead of old gradually accepting Jesus function: is a hard perception to hold if without certainty as to when in time each such higher Spirit being, is, in our own mind now, compared with when in time each is embraced within a true role by Jesus), is enabling that this understanding, as I am describing, will never exclude anybody from learning.
The journey can be hard work, and sometimes it was that, if we had not enough solved every riddle and puzzle of the middle realm, according ourselves safety here as well as in upper and lower realms. In this middle realm of riddles and puzzles and labyrinths of descent, perhaps the biggest question of all, the biggest mystery in time, is as to why Jesus is first to have these all solved, ahead of Satan, and ahead even of Isiah, and Adam, (who we may also think of as both Brahma, yet is not Isiah truly the same guy as is Zeus). Of course there are rules for solving every puzzling riddle, and no doubt the answer is in that Jesus obeyed every rule of which he had need, and countered that rule of which he had no need. In my mind, according indigenous Australian customary lore, each puzzling riddle can and will be solved in time such that truth is revealed, by cause of attributing into Mother Nature's lower realm, all that is of her, and attributing into Jesus Kingship in the upper realm, all that is of he, and is all we know of truth of love. A process very often leaving Satan in control of what we know of the middle realm, (if we know nobody following Jesus well),which places us at risk of becoming at a loss as to know where the gates between worlds are, and in that fact might we find it hard to enable the health of others without bringing hardships more upon ourselves in the middle realm.
The fact we need remember here, and remember well without fear in ourselves and also without stimulating any fears in anyone else, is that pestilence, war, and famine, each have their role, and are the phenomenon of our having confused one realm for another. May a simple pestilence of your own microbiome rage war within your tummy preventing you from eating if you have feared these words I write. Better we are enabled no confusion between the three worlds of all Shaman's journeys, a risk of confusing also, our own super-ego with the upper, our own id with the lower, and our own ego with this middle realm.
My Faith is that these hardships of accepting the burdens of solving the riddles another person may present us with, are never too great a burden, whenever we have understood Jesus Kingship above, yet are nonetheless hard work,involving pain and suffering and demanding much resilience and fortitude. When we ask that our prayers be heard, and we sing our songs within loving acceptance of the prayers of everybody, Pure Spirits in the upper realm ensure that suffering in the middle realm will be appropriately counterbalanced by lessons in the lower realm, and neither will ever be too great a burden.
The burden of time in these lands of timeless dreaming, is a true and real and eternal blessing. You may experience me to be,by cause of my aforementioned marriage, somewhat seeming trapped in this middle realm, as of course I am willing to be at the threshold of. Yet how I am perceived in the lower realm, is free if only you will see me here. While for the time being now, unless you are in the moment of following Jesus, I am invisible in the upper realm.
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MY ENEMY WITHIN
My Enemy Within
when the enemy who forced their way in,
imagined a win against whose house they are in,
their loss was every loss of the owned house
yet now what did
When the very worst of the world's
Problems transmitted its own solution
Then we are free to learn what for of ourselves
Yet if we did not
Accept that I be
Capable yet discern this is he,...
We would never let her would we.
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That this photo of a painting, Came to me via Facebook and, A Facebook friendship I quote from, Found online copyright owner unknown, It is thanking of Facebook friendships, Thanking of painter who painted this, Thanking of Wandjina and Aliens, I ought state if a copyright owner wished, It can be either removed or attributed, If only I am to know who paints this,
Wandjinna Painting an Alien space craft ship
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