Stumblingly written in an unrequested post to a bunch of people I've never experienced in person before in my entire life:
"With the question for me being: Is the Monarch migration a similar same pattern humans facilitate with Earth just being one of the traditional stops (like Cuba and the Gulf coast states) on their way back "home" (Mexico)?"
Is the entire process I experienced in my remembering vision like just one of the layover stops for the Monarch butterfly? They leave their winter home to migrate north for the summer season and then return for their long hibernation in cycles and phases of multiple lifetimes in just one phase of their yearly cycle?
The vision I experienced when I was thirty years old was most specifically about these sorts of cycles. I witnessed and simultaneously participated in a process that started out with my arrival on Earth as a non-material pearl-like entity that brought three characteristics with it; curiosity, volition (will), and memory.
This pearl-like entity is verbally indefinable, but it behaves much like how it's been described that "black holes" behave in the sense that they have gravity traction machines that pull the objects around them in the universe into themselves where they're compressed into shadowy wisps of bare somethingness. At least that's somewhat how the mathematicians use words to describe what their numbers say black holes do.
They write of an "event horizon" which apparently surrounds the compression deal of which it is written that once the gravity machine pulls the objects in space past this imaginary line or demarcation they can't go home again. They can't escape the compression process where the life is squeezed outta them until the Prince on the white horse arrives and kisses the breath of life back into them.
When questioned, I've never met anybody who recognized the metaphor of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs as representing the Sun and the seven planets visible to the unaided eye. It's a story designed to depict a cycle or process that helps the reader or listener to understand that they're part of a larger movement, and just because they change from one form involving this cycle to another form within the sa-me cycle that what they experience as "me" never loses it's integrity.
Granted, the entity who arrived on Earth and created the life forms scattered about it in their attempt to return to the open spaces of the universe and it's essential nature of volition, curiosity, and memory is like just one of the Monarch butterflies and their endless migration to and from the far reaches of the northern climes, they perform that ritual as part of a larger pattern involving a multiplicity they cannot individually gnow the end of.
Each pearl brought it's own memory with it. The one that you are did too. Even if you only remember what you as this entity has done since you arrived, and that's a rare bird if you do experience this gnosis, there is still the mystery of the contents of that memory you brought to the big Earth dance with you from the bejinning.
When I write about my remembering vision I'm writing about what happens to that essence that arrived here pretty much like a neutrino from a solar flare my get here except that neutrinos don't stop (according to that tale), but keep right on going unimpeded by having encountered the Earth. The non-materialistic pearl-like essence that eventually become human beings get stuck on the surface of the Earth and have to deal with the fact that their flight ain't so fancy no more.
I just sprung a leak by allowing the woman who was the class secretary of my high school graduating class know that it was me that's writing this blog. Obviously "felix manos peregrino" is not my legal nayme. I think I'm using the fact now that somebody from what's become my hometown knows who they think is writing this nonsense.
It doesn't matter if any of my old class mates do read what I write and realize I'm not who they made me into for their own sakes, but I am is not who it thought it was back when I made them into my idea of what they are.
Several times this morning I've stopped to ponder how that's gonna affect what I write here. True, I exposed this farce on purpose with the very idea that it might change how I write. If they do read what I write and wanna tell me what a crazy liar I am they'll have to get in touch with Judy to get my e-mail address. I still ain't changing the Comments setting.
I disclaim knowing the truth about anything. The real truth only happens in the eternal now. You gotta be there to participate where there are two or more together in kind. I use this blog to capture drifting thoughts with woids. I can't determine their veracity or no and get the picture of what I attempt to describe simultaneously. Multitasking or the lack of it with me has been the bane of my existence. '-)
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
