220.127.116.11: Red Spectral Moon, Kin 89
Solar Moon 7 (March 13, 2021) marks 14 spins since the passing of Jose Arguelles/Valum Votan. In light of the world situation, his work has never been more important. Synchronically, this day is also a New Moon, just as it was 19 years ago on this day when occurred the first transmission of Cosmic History.
Cosmic History is a continuation of the Law of Time that traces our present civilization back to the “theft in time.”
This “theft in time” is also known as the “Fall” (from sacred to profane). This created a split of the two hemispheres of the brain (yin and yang, night and day, male and female). When this “theft” occurred, the balance of equality was lost, and the energies became dominated by the left brain (male). The planetary guardians designated Earth as a quarantine zone to isolate the problem and allow humans to correct the error matrices.
This “theft of time” accounts for the active suppression of knowledge throughout human history. Much knowledge has been lost or forgotten and replaced with various forms of distractions and misinformation designed to keep the masses asleep.
Cosmic History Memory Retrieval Mission
It was this “theft in time,” that precipitated the first Cosmic History transmission on White Overtone Wizard, March 13, 2002 from Valum Votan to myself.
The Cosmic History transmission was the vehicle to connect points of lost consciousness between Maldek and present-day Earth. There was a sense of urgency to this process, which cannot be fully articulated. Now it is all becoming more clear.
Here is an excerpt of the memory of the destroyed planet that led me into this mission of Cosmic Memory retrieval. This excerpt is from The Uninscribed: Initiation into the Heart of Time.
“The memory of the destruction of Maldek led me to my path of destiny. Twenty-four days before taking my role as an apprentice, I had an elaborate dream on New Year’s Eve 2001, White Spectral Wind:
I am on Maldek. I am very young.
Many people clamor in a state of unrest like a wild, chaotic party.
Crowded and loud.
Several dreams merge into one now, but they are all with the same energy.
Like the entire red-light districts of all world systems trying to drink away the impending destruction.
An incredible pressure builds.
Voices. Movement. Panic.
And I am hurtling through space at top speed. I sense the presence of a male counterpart with me, though I see no one.
Traveling through the stars, I unfold over myself—somersaults in space—over and over and over. I am naked. I look at my hand in attempt to wake myself up. But I am not dreaming. I see a silver ring on my finger. I look closely. It is inscribed:
Red Electric Serpent.
Later I am in a big city with tall buildings—a similar scene with lots of explosions. I am running, running, trying to warn people to get out of the buildings.
GET OUT OF THE BUILDINGS! NOW!!
Some listen. Some don’t. Christmas celebrations are everywhere in large high-rise buildings. I am walking alone in a field on the outskirts of the city in an undeveloped area between buildings when I see what appears to be little bombs exploding on the horizon.
They all seem connected by a time-release fuse. Then I see a fire and a huge building explode into flames.
Then I remember that I am supposed to pick someone up in one of the buildings. I am stopped by a police officer. He asks if I am responsible for what is happening. I say no. He says, “Of course you are not.” He has a comforting smile—I feel safe.
He keeps me close by as we navigate through chaotic bars and streets. It appears like a masquerade ball at the world’s end. A final toast. People are disoriented and confused, carrying on with eating and drinking and ignoring the explosions.
I woke up feeling that this wasn’t a dream but a memory. And there was much more to remember.
Fastforward a year later to March 12, 2002, Red Self Existing Skywalker.
I am now living in Mt. Hood with Valum Votan and Lloydine/Bolon Ik. On this day, I was sitting by the wood stove in our Mount Hood home, and Votan was sitting on the couch while Lloydine was out running errands.
While we were sitting in silence, Votan began experiencing vertigo and lay down on the couch. He told me he was having an “optical,” where his field of vision would be replaced by colorful geometric shapes. He was accustomed to this type of experience and told me it was the way information was transmitted to him.
I felt a tingling surge of energy in the back of my head, and warmth filled my body as he began to narrate what he saw to me. He said he was viewing a parallel life through a thick interplanetary mirror. He recounted his experience of how life was lived, simultaneously, on this planet and another planet. Then, he saw the scenes change, and all of a sudden the civilization of Maldek (now the Asteroid Belt) appeared before him, before its destruction.
He narrated that he was seeing a form of humanoids moving through constructs similar to modern-day city blocks. They were engaged in activities that appeared identical to those of the present Earth world. Yet, something else was going on. The beings seemed simultaneously frantic, ecstatic, and oblivious to a catastrophe about to occur. As he narrated, my skin tingled as this memory matched precisely my own dreams.
When the intensity had subsided, Votan spoke of the similar enactment presently occurring on Planet Earth. He explained that our job is to help wake humanity up to divert it from repeating the disastrous catastrophes of Maldek and Mars. It was because of this potential replay that we were called together to receive the knowledge of what we would later call “Cosmic History.”