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THE HERETIC’S VISION

I have been shown a vision, a horrific revelation, a vision of senseless pain and torture, of Man’s evil against Man, of an outcome among a myriad of possible realistic outcomes of one ritual of The Doctrine that has been left unexamined for far too long. It is a vision of what The Doctrine attempts to bring into the World and the suffering that promotes more suffering so that wicked men might rule over those who listen to Sacred Lies told about suffering:

In this vision, I am shown a dead man’s corpse, or rather its leathery ragged shell, in its coffin, gray and withered by the millennia, yet infused with Spirit as a dead man who has not received the peace of Death. This man’s body is only still recognizable as once being a man, for the head and torso, with legs and arms still attached, somewhat resemble those of a person. But this body writhes in its tomb and is distorted by invasion, twisting and convulsing with the wriggling of millions of worms and maggots weaving in and out of the rotting human flesh, covered in putrid blood. The actions of the worms is so strong that the corpse’s head bangs against the floor of its tomb, rhythmically pounding upon the wooden boards, as though begging to be released from its chamber of horror. The mouth is set in a frozen scream beneath sunken eye sockets, where living tear-filled eyes roll in agony. A perpetual tortured wail rents the air, escaping from the mummified throat which gurgles moistly with the action of the parasites that fill every available cavity. I am shown that this poor dead man has been beset upon by a curse. For he, who once was dead, has been raised by wicked rites to be only as alive as was deemed necessary by the curse’s authors to perpetually nourish the worms that so greedily consume him now. I see that he has been trapped in the box by this mighty curse, neither able to escape nor die, for thousands of years, forced to experience relentlessly, the perpetual agonizing, consumption of its magically regenerating flesh by an ever-growing mass of slimy worms and creeping maggots. I know that the living corpse can both feel and think and is completely aware of what is being done to it.

My attention is drawn to a dark spirit which hovers ominously over the corpse, and I am shown that it is an entity that serves as tormentor, keeping the dead man in a state of revived consciousness, pitiless to the living corpse’s screams of suffering. Next, I see wrapped about the living corpse’s torso, twelve slithering snakes, rapidly weaving themselves around and around in blurring patterns, continually casting the curse that will regenerate the dead flesh as it is consumed by the greedy worms so that more and more worms may feed. And I know from the watching that this wicked treatment of the poor ravaged revived dead man will go on until the end of Time if the living corpse is not saved from the curse that possesses it. I know I must try to help.

I am there with the tortured corpse and its terrified soul when the lid of the coffin is opened allowing light to pour in. Suddenly, the coffin is transformed, by means I cannot know, into a much smaller box and the sweet smell of incense begins to fill the air and a sound of beautiful chanting comes to my ears. The corpse suddenly is gone, the dark spirit and snakes and worms with it and I feel a rush of relief that rescue has been effected. Hopeful, I look out of the now-tiny box and into the lighted area beyond. Before me, a robed man stands with his back to me. His flowing garb is decked in golden brocade and symbols embroidered in silver and red. I see that he is standing before a great stone table and beyond the table and down some steps are hundreds of people, on their knees, gazing up at what the robed man is carrying. It is the tortured corpse. I clammer from the box, which I now see is golden and one-eighth the size of a coffin and set into a large carved stone edifice, and, unseen as a ghost, I proceed to the robed man’s side and stand next to him. I look up into his face. He seems kind and sincere. I look out at the attending crowd. Their faces are rapt, some seem distraught, some elated, some at peace. My heart leaps for joy. These people will surely help put the dead man’s soul to rest. The robed man reverently, gently, with great purpose, lowers the writhing corpse onto the table. He speaks words I do not understand but he seems to be saying words of love. My heart rejoices.

As the robed man speaks his foreign words, I cast my eyes about the place I have entered from the golden chest. It appears to be a the interior of a vast granite vault. The space is huge and everything in it overwhelms the tiny figures in the gallery before the raised area which supports the heavy stone table. There are intricately carved statues all about the place and ornate colored glass windows and massive pillars holding up a high ceiling, so high that I can barely make out its limit in the far-reaching gloom beyond the reaches of light.

My attention is drawn to the statue of a girl on her knees, hands together before her in the attitude of prayer, her beseeching eyes are cast to the gloomy reaches of the ceiling, her eyes filled with tears, her mouth poised as if in prayer. Her attitude reminds me of the people gathered now in the vault, as though they all share with her a need for aid from heaven. My vision adjusts to the dim candlelight that illuminates her and suddenly my sense of peace is shattered. There is more to this statue than I had perceived at first glance. The figure of the praying girl is bent slightly forward, her dress pushed up to her waist. Barely visible behind her, a naked winged figure clutches at her thighs, his pelvis pressed to her bare buttocks, obviously in the throes of committing rape. As I choke on my rising tears, I look upon the girl’s face again and what had a moment before seemed to be the beseeching eyes of a reverent servant of God, now became the features of a victim begging for their torment to end. I do not see devotion there now; the girl’s face is a mask of terror and shame. I am shown that this girl will become the mother of the living corpse now writhing upon the stone table and that she will be left pregnant by her rapist to face, alone, the crime of having sacrificed her maidenhood outside of sacred wedlock. Lies will have to be told to save her.

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Shaken, I am not prepared for the next insight I will be shown. I am led to stand in front of the raised area that supports the great stone table and to look above it. Hanging high above the head of the robed man, I see the realistically carved figure of a naked man, a vicious butcher’s meat hook pierced through each of its shoulders. Its face is blue and swollen, its tongue forced from its mouth by rigor, its body bloated with death. The artist has taken great pains to paint in the all-too-real representation of dripping blood from each terrible wound. There are gashes, bruising, and whip marks painted expertly all over the grime-smeared skin and as a final touch, the artist has attached, by barely visible wires, the flies that swarm decomposing bodies. I understand that the hanging sculpture is an image of the rotting, tortured corpse I so dearly wish to free and I am shown that this man has been made a human sacrifice by other men, and then by theology, an eternal human sacrifice, for the god of this religion demands such things as appeasement from its followers. Bile rises in my throat. I turn away in revulsion, my hands to my face, my scream of horror filling my ears and echoing through the cavernous vault.

But the dreadful sights come relentlessly. I lower my hands and now, facing the attending crowd, I am confronted by what had, a moment ago, been a gathering of languid, kneeling people, to see that it has been transformed into a throng of panting mangy dogs, all sitting on their haunches, whining with expectation, as if impatiently awaiting a release command from their master. They drool in anticipation of what, I cannot even imagine, their master, the robed man, is preparing for them. I follow their greedy unified gaze and am confronted by a sight that no soul should ever witness. The robed man is clutching a cleaver and with the skill of a butcher, is chopping at the worm-ridden corpse upon the table. I am riveted by disbelief and terror as the pack of animals behind me begin to move purposefully toward the table. The robed man uses a golden cup to catch the corpse’s putrefied blood as it oozes from the body and it, along with the slabs and chunks of rotting flesh are offered to the begging dogs who greedily gorge upon them. I look at the ravaged corpse. It moans with grief and exhaustion. I run up the steps to stand by its side and holding its shrunken hand in mine, I soothe it as it dies. I fall to my knees and weep and weep. I rage at the blood-splattered robed man and his sated mongrels which gather now at his feet to receive some kind of blessing from him. They cannot hear me. Or at least they pretend not to hear. I look back at the table. The worms and maggots seem to be resting, yet they still inhabit the form there. But then as if silent command was uttered, the snakes, once removed and put aside by the robed man to do his wicked handiwork, now slither back to their toil of imprisoning and re-creating the tortured body of the poor human sacrifice I so dearly wanted to release from eternal torment. And then, like a wraith, a black and smokey form gathers itself above the dead man and then as a swarm of bees, descends upon him. With a jolt the corpse is revived and its scream of terror echoes from stone wall to stone wall. The robed man lifts it from the table and returns it to the golden chest, its tomb. As he kisses a key and then turns it in the lock of the chest, the screams and banging recommence from within it. The robed man turns back toward me with a contented smile on his face, humming a hymn to himself. He walks to the top of the stairs and collects the baskets of coins left behind by his pack of hungry dogs as payment for his services. This I have been shown.

Hear me, really listen: I have been shown these things to save you from real damnation. For real damnation is not distance from the corpse of Jesus or estrangement from His supposed Father who is reported to have required His sacrifice. “Damnation” is a state of being lost on your way to understanding why you are here and it is distance from Love that will “damn” your soul to Oblivion, Oblivion being the state of Purposelessness you find yourselves in when you consistently ignore the gift of Life and live a life estranged from Love. Only acts of Love will save you from the torment of meaninglessness, for Hell is not some fantastical, demon-ridden, Otherworldly place where you will be sent after you die to pay for your sins against the Doctrine. Guilt for Man’s sacrificing of Jesus, as the god of The Dead Anthology is reported to men by the authors of The Doctrine to have required, is a concept not consistent with service to Love. Therefore, the REAL God, Who is Love, would never ask such a thing from Man. The idea that God demanded human sacrifice at any time in history, is a wicked devise, used by the Authors and Keepers of The Doctrine to cajole men into taking part in their vile rituals thus adding their names to the crime and making them equally culpable. Consuming Christ’s flesh and blood is not an act of Love. It is an act of blind obedience, a method of indoctrination, by way of collusion, used by ancient and aboriginal tribes and modern cults. Bending your knee in front of men in impressive robes of office, called Priests, who insist that they are the mediators between you and God is not an act of Love. Fear of angering God and causing estrangement between you and He by disobeying other men, is not an act of Love. And truly, it is not possible to anger God, for He is Love and Love does not choose anger. Love always chooses understanding and reconciliation. AH, MEN!

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So that's the first Book of 14. They all have a different focus and while I'm only the typist here, let me just say, the journey has been amazing and demanding. I'm an unwilling 'prophet', ok? I'm not some submissive type that goes along with what ever people tell me to. So letting an outside 'voice' have room in my head has been unpleasant sometimes. And yes, I have a choice. I could just tell him to go away, and actually have taken breaks where I asked him to leave me alone for awhile. Whole months can go by with barely a thought of him and then I actually miss his guidance and love and ask him to return. It's crazy. I'm probably just finally over the edge. But before I loose the last fingerhold on reality, I thought I might share this with you in case it has any worth at all.

Look for more installments soon.

In service to Love
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Jodou1

I'll bite.

Do you care to explain Big Smile's or Love's take on homosexuality, is it really wrong or did the christians get it wrong?

If it is wrong, how and why?

It the christians got it wrong, how and why?

Looking forward to this reply

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Jodou
Hi and thanks for the question. It hit me hard and I cried when I read it (I'm hetero myself, so it wasn't from knowing the pain personally, just a big wave of empathy overcame me). Big Smile definitely has a take on this. I have an appointment to go to (I live in Europe so it's 12:30 am here) but I promise, I will address this just as soon as I get back. In the meantime, just know my heart swells with Love.

In service to Love
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Ok, don't tell me it's just a coincidence: The lady I was on my way out to meeting just called and postponed. So I have a minute to address Judou's question! Cool!

It's really simple, Judou, it's just a matter of freely choosing to listen to Love and not allowing anything else to come before it.

Do you honestly believe that God would choose to go along with innane human social bias instead of choosing Love above all things? No matter what a person's sexual orientation, they are loved by Him, and if they are in a relationship where both people put Love before all else (or at least try to, because it is also your Natures to choose other things too, which is not 'wrong', just painful) then one is 'right' with his Creator. A fine point though to consider: Do not mingle the definitions of homosexuality and perversion. ANY form of sexuality can take on perverse tendencies and it is too narrow a path to submit that homosexual sex is innately perverse. It, like heterosexual sex, can be over-indulged in, used as a means to control or demean, taken too far until someone gets hurt, etc. And remember also that Love, if it is not freely given AND freely reciprocated, is not Love, but something else indeed. Usually obsession. And that is true of any kind of 'love'.

For God, there is no distinction made between the Love given and received by happy heterosexual couples and the Love given and received by happy homosexual couples. He Loves them all equally, without bias and can be found there in the middle whispering love songs into the hearts of all true lovers -- of any orientation. Trust that if you can.

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By the way, Big Smile just told me after I posted that last one that there is a calling for homosexuals that if they choose Love will give their lives more meaning, more dimension, a higher purpose than the mere uniting of two souls. The horrible truth is that Christianity is banking on the inability of two homosexuals to reproduce genetically together. Do not buy into this Lie about the need to recombine your genes! God doesn't favor birth children over the "chosen" or adopted ones -- your genes are not of any consequence to the service of Love. Ultimately, the monuments you leave behind on this Earth are your WELL-ADJUSTED EMOTIONALLY BALANCED, MUCH LOVED CHILDREN, not tombstones and not DNA!! So, within the society of homosexuality you find a sacred repository of men and women who can fill a gap that has so far been harshly overlooked by the Catholic world. Faithful Catholics are directed to have as many babies as the mother can push out and then take no care of the consequences of 11 children being cared for by one overworked mother on less than $25K a year! It's not that they frown on adoption -- they do espouse it in their way -- it's just that they do not look to the wholeness of the all the babies their doctrine compels common souls to provide for the Church. God does not need men to go on overpopulating this planet. And in some 'strange' way, I am shown that homosexuality is actually a blessing from Him, a balancing of things between what the Catholic authority demands of its 1 billion+ followers and the needs of each individual soul that alights here for the duration of a lifetime. Homosexuality is by its God-given Nature, an enemy of the Church, but for those who suffer from this rift, suffer no more for you are in the shadow of God's grander purposes and that is a wondrous place to be!!

Treat yourselves with Love, all! For when you can Love yourselves, not in spite of God but for Him, you are standing in a truth that will ease your journey! AH, MEN!

Big Smile and his messenger

GX

Why do I need to post the URL? Is it for your or Big Smiles sake? Shouldn't Big Smile be able to figure it out? Anyway here it is:

http://www.agnosticforums.com/introd...e-friends.html

Several additional questions for big smile if you dont mind
1) Why does he think that astral projection is a waste of time? Especially if you wish to use it for spiritual growth i.e. view your akashic records, find out your souls purpose for this lifetime and get assistance from your spirit guides?
I hear that there are also healing possibilities and the potential to retrieve information that would benefit mankind?
2) Walsch's last book, "Home with God" is a detailed explanation of what happens when you die the the choices of action available to you at the time of death and in heaven. Is everything he posits there about death and the afterlife true?
3) What about marijuana? Can it be used for spiritual purposes or is it something to be avoided and if so why?

Thanks
GX

romansh

Thanks ...
again concisely..... can you submit your evidence for this: a few bullet points will do nicely?
all the best

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Love is self-evident.