Ralph Buckley - 2012: Blog

by Barbara Walker
(Barbara Walker's Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets) from LunarLions Website
From the earliest human cultures, the mysterious magic of creation was thought to reside in the blood women gave forth in apparent harmony with the moon, and which was occasionally retained in the womb to ’coagulate’ into a baby. Men regarded this blood with holy dread, as the life essence, inexplicably shed without pain, wholly foreign to male experience.
Most words for menstruation also meant such things as incomprehensible, supernatural, sacred, spirit, deity. Like the Latin sacred, old Arabian words for ’pure’ and ’impure’ both applied to menstrual blood and to that only. The Maoris stated explicitly that human souls are made of menstrual blood, which when retained in the womb ’assumes human form and grows into a man.’ Africans said menstrual blood is ’congealed to fashion a man’. [...]

Upon the multiple orgasms of communion with the shining onesI am dumbfounded to find myself drooling over alien contact.....and as the Illuminati continue this poker game with humanity....it turns out that the game got a little heated when Mr Rockefeller pulled out his gun and pointed it at Mr Rothschild.Wow what a trip that was.Silence permeated throughout the room as the two top players at the money table were about to blow each othersfucking heads off."Hold on a minute now you two" said the extraterrestrial in charge.He was quite a strange looking sort of being....as he perched himself between the pillars of Joachin and Boaz in the center of the temple."All I have to do is imagine u guys dead" he stated calmly"And you'll both be eighty-sixed out-a-here"...(an obvious reference to gematria)(It is such a talent these alien types have.....all they do is imagine something in their mind, or 3rd eye or whatever and then presto...or has the adept would say. 'Abracadabra' and then [...]

Neptune... I sat down with my guitar the other day and this song came out of nowhere. But as we all know that nothing just magically appears out of nowhere. Our subconscious, the underlying awareness of our higher-self, is always discreetly dropping clues & hints to our biological selves, usually in the guise of our thoughts and creativity, as well as our songs and poems, our paintings and drawings or other strange occurrences such as looking up at the clock on the wall as it displays some extraordinarily 'significant number'. Synchronicity I like to call it...others say that it's just a matter of coincidence. (Looking a little closer at the word coincidence...or to 'coincide': 'coincide': 1. To occupy the same relative position or the same area in space. 2. To happen at the same time or during the same period. 3. To correspond exactly; be identical. .......anyways....The circumstances surrounding my death. My mortality or immortality as it were...Well this 'coincidental' theme [...]