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" 'The sight of God in woman is the most perfect of all.' – Ibn Arabi.”
― Idries Shah, The Sufis
Artist Vuletta J
Now, you might find the following piece of writing strangely contradictory, given my recent spate of past life memoirs basically focusing on lifetimes where I lived at least part of the time with a crown on my head.
To me it’s not. Contradictory, that is.
I’m not captivated by wealth and pageant, nor am I interested in lording it over others. Living in all those castles was merely circumstantial. More often than not I was born into nobility, or pushed and pulled into political marriages with royals.
I’m actually a hell of a lot more interested in unravelling then examining the behaviours arising for you and I in these extremely diverse settings. How we deal with wealth and fame, love and acclaim, and then the other side of the river – lives filled with poverty, hatred, starvation and slander.
It’s all a part of the one thing, believe me.
But this is more than just a brief study on my theories ‘round the spiritual causes underlying the Coronavirus pandemic from one of my (as yet unpublished) books. It’s a look at the human ambivalence toward royalty and our love/hate relationship with it. And how my own trajectory through time and space fits into the larger picture – the grande scheme.
It’s also part of my intensive studies on the false New Age movement that has Satanic and theosophical underpinnings. Various books devoted to the New Age plan to cull ¾ of humanity reveal it's meant to happen right about now.
There was a real New Age intended to light up the world. This is not it. It may or may not happen. Various esoteric mystics including myself feel great doubt the true Golden Dawn can happen now. Things have gotten too evil here, gone too far. It might simply be too late.
I’ve written other articles about the extremely evil planned New Age cull. I’ll leave some links at the end of this piece.
I’m also going to add a link to my piece on the Sahasrara – the Crown chakra – in many ways an even deeper issue for humanity.
Shri Shri Nirmala Devi wrote often about the persecution of those of us who’ve opened our crown chakra, and the resulting torture, torment and death that often follows. Jesus was one such, as was Shams Tabrizi (spiritual instructor of Mewlānā Jalāl ad-Dīn, also known as Rumi) and other enlightened souls – crucified or stoned to death for their enlightenment.
Humanity seems to hate the truly awakened. And kills us, time and time again.
Perhaps, if we delve deeper, we'll find the origin of the Crown of the Healer King was meant to represent the opened crown chakra, the waterfall of light flowing into mind, body and soul from the heavens.
That’s what it is my friends, I don’t even have to look. I know that’s what it is.
And perhaps one day we’ll all wear gorgeous crowns and tiaras to symbolize and celebrate the opened sahasrara chakra, instead of symbolizing the human obsession with oppressing and lording it over others.
The New Age Cull
Begins
‘…you are like whitewashed tombs which indeed appear beautiful outwardly, but inside are full of dead men’s bones and all uncleanness…you also outwardly appear righteous to men, but inside you are full of hypocrisy and lawlessness…serpents, brood of vipers! How can you escape the condemnation of hell?’
(Matthew 23:27, 28, 33)
IT BEGAN WITH coughs, fevers and sneezes, normal enough flu symptoms. Then things took a deadly turn. This pandemic was a killer. Governments went into panic mode, but no-one really knew what to do. Entire countries went into lockdown to prevent its rapid spread. Millions died, mostly the frail aged and the vulnerable.
Airports were closed, infected cruise ships quarantined indefinitely, schools shut down and people consigned to their homes. Law enforcement insisted.
Small businesses went broke, as communities suffered terribly. Only those comfortable with long-term isolation coped emotionally.
Companies assisted staff to work from home, as skyscraper office blocks sat dark and empty. The global infrastructure began cracking at the seams, and everyone wondered where it would all end. It lasted years.
‘Monarchy is only the string that ties the robber’s bundle.’
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Coronavirus. Corona: crown. The name of the disease itself was interesting and immediately Cassiel sensed a global spiritual disorder of mammoth proportions. Centred around symptoms of monarchy and the world’s strange craving for royalty.
To paraphrase Donny Gluckstein and Ian Taylor, ‘Monarchy is not the epitome of tradition, in fact, the Crown is the epitome of deception.’ We’re confronted in contemporary times by the unwieldy image of elitist monarchs still ruling within capitalist societies. How is this happening? It’s an uneasy fit. ‘The Crown is at the heart of administrative darkness,’ argues Tom Nairn.
Now traditionally a monarchy has its own aristocratic class and army ruling over a downtrodden and poverty-stricken feudal class, the starving underclass of serfs, peasants and slaves.
'A feudal ghost in the machine of a democratic state,’ says Fintan O’Tool when describing British royalty. The worldly desire for the preservation of a tradition that really needs a ‘Do Not Resuscitate’ sign hanging ‘round its neck beggar’s belief. It seems lording it over others thru feudal exploitation is alive and well. A sad state of affairs.
But the taste for royalty lingers. The disenfranchised desperately desire a crown, their disempowered reality soothed by the false promise of the possibility of one day being a princess or king themself.
This constant craving for the Godlike position of Ruler transcends skin color and creed. It’s in us all. Most souls here today have lived so many hundreds of thousands of years on this planet, and monarchy has been a big thing thru-out.
Its shape has changed considerably over the aeons. Pharaoh, Emperor, Sovereign and Kaiser, Tsar, Khan, Samrat and Senno. Tsenpo or Oba, the titles are many, denoting healer king and community adviser, to absolute despotic ruler.
She felt Rumi’s wisdom well up within. He oft came to her. ‘You must ask for what you really want,’ she silently advised the world, but no-one was listening.
Cassiel felt there was something in this. The world’s emotional split between capitalism and monarchy was pulling it apart. Creating an unremitting heartbreak. Given that it was deeply embedded within the DNA code of all, was there some happy medium?
Again, Donny Gluckstein presents concepts worthy of great consideration, stating that ‘although it’s important to expose the monarchy for the fraud it is, changing the constitution … to a [UK] republican position (were that even possible) would not abolish the conditions that generate the demand for illusion. The right to a dignified existence for all instead requires the overthrow of capitalism, which would dispel the desire for fantasy.’
Answers to the monumental dilemma of the human desire for illusion to override bitter reality didn’t come easily, if at all.
The problem of the utterly different thinking and behaviors of the various entities walking the world arose. From sharks and predators to innocents and empaths, full agreement was improbable.
‘Don’t people see the Corona in the virus? Why aren’t they getting it?’ she wondered, frustrated at the masses lack of insight.
Momo of course, tried blaming it all on her. Laughable, but some people will believe anything, even utter crap. Another stupid crime she didn’t commit pinned on her. After seeing the way this was going, with Momo fueling the flames with gasoline, Cassiel’s anger increased exponentially. In fact, her wrath these days was a little like a massive molten lava pool swelling red-hot and dangerous beneath a deceptively cool crater lake. With an imminent threat of eruption.
Of course, the reality was entirely different. Behind the global spiritual malaise lay the sick machinations of the New Age Cull. Here it finally was in all its inglorious bastardry. The massive death program of the Luciferian cult was now in action, the Red Button pushed, only their nuclear bomb was a deadly biohazard. Chemical warfare on a grande scale. Evil incarnate.
Their little demon kitty Petra was the epitome of corona craving, claiming her own crown, the occult coronet of a succubi. Her popular selfies were sly propaganda successfully promoting widespread desire for monarch rule once more.
Despite fading respect for the royals in recent years, a renewed surge of princesses in pink tutus and tiaras glutted the media. Royalty was back in. Feminism was dead.
As the course of Coronavirus ebbed and flowed over the years, the Vampires rubbed their hands in glee at the success of their plan, continuously stoking the fires of destruction. Soon the world would be fully theirs to rule without question or obstruction, a disconsolate, desolate and demoralized population putty in their hands.
‘I'm headed straight for the castle They wanna make me their queen And there's an old man sitting on the throne saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean I'm headed straight for the castle They’ve got the Kingdom locked up And there's an old man sitting on the throne there saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut Straight for the castle’
Halsey, ‘Castle’
Copyright © 2023 by Julie Von Nonveiller Cairnes. All rights reserved.
Excerpt from my forthcoming Trilogy
Love + Power:
Interview with a Dhamphir
Book 3: The Book of Life
Links to my other writings about
the Intended New Age Cull;
and the Sahasrara Crown Chakra:
Oh, and of course, this:
