Posted by Hym
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Sovereignty is a key. I agree, as with the previous posts. For me, all points given are valid.
I've likely seen all of the videos before, which I will now watch again.
Here's something I'll add to the mix, an experience from a friend:
Who is the Jinn....? What is it made of?
(This is an experience I noted in some earlier thread, somewhere in the library halls of a place called the projection of an avalon, but here I share more detail relating to the subject of those things called "Jinn". I write in this long form because many aspects of what we consider to be archonic will be noticeable as this experience is shared.)
My friend became a muslim (and I am not, but do have friends of many paths.). His arrival into that faith is another insight on it's own, but better presented in another thread.
He learned the language that the prayers were spoken in and began his daily repetition of them. Soon he fasted as per the dictates of the religion in times of reflection and calling. His experience as told to me was all about his time of prayer and fasting.
In the first time of fasting and intense prayer he went thru an altered state of awareness, a highly altered one at that. On the 4th day, and 3 hours into being awake, he found himself, his consciousness that is, walking down the stairs of the house he was presently in and into a basement. As he walked down the stairs he noticed that the floor was dirt and not wood or concrete. He always noticed these things as in this life he is a fine furniture maker.
In that basement he saw some men who were dressed in what he initially thought were costumes of warriors from long ago, somewhere in the middle east. He could hear them talking in the language of the prayers he was learning and practicing. He was excited in seeing how much he knew and to possibly talk with the men.
As he entered the basement he did his best not to startle those men, determined to listen and then speak only when they noticed him. In listening he understood how little he really knew, yet was still comforted by those words he did know. He realized that they would at least understand the greetings he would give, so he finally decided to introduce himself. He walked between two of these warriors and began to talk. However, he heard no reply. He discovered that nothing he did gave a response from these men. Instantly, without any visual or auditory responses, he was in the room he began his meditation in. This was an experience he could not repeat during the rest of the days of his fasting and prayers.
When the next year's observances arrived he was excited and so much more informed, or so he thought.
Since he had advanced quickly into his meditations and the study of prayers he also saw that the more informed he was, the less information, technique, insight and instructions he would receive. Somethings were missing, but he saw that as the part of the special nature of becoming so blessed and privileged.
He started the fasting and began the prayers. He heard the responses and felt his body calming quicker than in the previous year. It was on the first day just before sunset when the quiet we all hear, as our senses are focused, came upon him. He was in the same house, or was he, walking down the stairs and hearing the same talking entering his senses. This time there were differences in the scene he was entering. This time he could hear more clearly, see the colors more vividly and he thought he could smell the room, the clothes, the food, the air permeated by a fine dust. This time there were more men in the room and they seemed to notice his presence. He began to talk in their language, aware that his words would most likely be understood.
He finished his greeting and was met by these warriors with silence. It was an exciting time for him, waiting to hear, to see and possibly to feel a response from those he regarded as true brothers in the faith he adopted, looking for a validation to his search for truth and a real connection to his purpose for all of the suffering he had endured growing up, losing his family, his livelihood and having to recreate it all, which he did, in a whole new way of life and living. The silence was intense even though it may have lasted only a few breathes long.
Suddenly, one of the men whispered "jinn". Then another whisper, "jinn". The silence was answered with shock by my friend and the warriors both. My modern friend pulled back. The men were shouting "Jinn, Jinn,Jinn,Jinn.." My friend shouted out the beginning of the prayer and added the greeting "Salam..." The men sitting now were standing and the room began to disappear from his sight and sound. Immediately he was back in his meditation space in a house that had no basement.
My friend never told me what happened next or what this dramatic experience all meant to him.
I see the power of thought, prayer/sound/vibration and the interdimensional/interchronical nature of the power of focus and the ability of other energies to interfere, or guide, for benefit or loss of humans and others.
What is your insight?
Archons, Djinn and AI
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