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Friday, January 5, 2018
Well of Mimir/Return to Point of Entry
The veil of nature, the veil over mind. Obsfucated is the true nature of being, it is not readily clear . Perhaps it is readily clear when one is a baby to an infant. There are times where I feel as though I can recall being a baby in my crib. Lying there anxious and befuddled due to strange noises outside such as car engines, and sirens, I recall the light of the sun coming through the dark blue curtains over the window. And I recall a certain anxiety in those times. An anxiety, a dread perhaps? A dread of some supernatural force. Is this death? This instigator of infantile anxiety? The shadow side of birth? It's hard to gauge how old I was in these memories. Perhaps 1 or so? Still close enough to the womb, close enough to reach back there. So at times from this point of memory I try to reach further back. Further back toward birth, to return to the memory of womb pre-birth, into the precise moment of manifested cognizance via incarnation. And then from there beyond the womb into the disembodied consciousness. This is the goal. It cannot be forced, but must be prodded and examined. Trying to cull real memory from false memory is very difficult at these ages and can only be verified by asking parents or others who were around to verify. Old photographs as well. Such as the fact we did have dark blue curtains in my room of the very hue which would have created the atmosphere of that room.
I seek to obtain this memory from the depths of the well of Mimir to obtain that torch of recollection buried deep within time, and perhaps even outside of time to carry it forward, upward, and outward, and inward, deeply inward. The inward of the leftward rotating swastika carrying me home to that Eternal Northern Home of Hyperborea. Let us journey toward this together through the Fire and Ice of the Initiatory Powers! Let Us Awaken and answer the call of the deep voice of God and attain unto Self Knowing.