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Seer Gina prepares to talk to her crowding followers. She sits in front of a crystal mirror flooded with light. Naked, her nipples large and erect, her skin bathed and massaged a million times by trained young men who uphold and protect her. They brought her back from Ninija’s Lands to Word-Fella’s City when her training was complete to finally deal with the destruction of Earth and all His creatures and landforms.

Her physical eyes are blue. Their orbit is outsized. The love that swells in them creates an unstoppable flow of tears, all manner of tears. Tears of the dream-ideas of the Word Fellas; tears of other of Shiva’s Dance phases intended for the world; and before, tears of longing for the missed chance of becoming a god, before the massive debt built up.

There are millions of different species of tears for everyone and everything in all the worlds. She sheds them all. But the worldly mind reduces them to two: those that express sadness and those that express joy.

Seer Gina will talk to her trainees on the topic of tears today.

She looks in the mirror, and the camera shutter starts to click, relentless, metallic, and worldly. Each face, each type of tear, different, orchestrated by blinks. She has a million faces which change with each breath. A wide noisy river swimming with faces.

The flashing and clicking does not stop. The thinking wants to join in, but she knows not to go in that direction.

She closes her outward eyes, looking inside for her eternal face, the inner mirror. And signals to Gina ‘Little Mother,’ her namesake and spirit guide, to come.

Story Lands

indestructible

The children come to her like child bees. She surrounds herself with children because they have not yet lost their eternal face. She keeps them close to finding a way in, a strand, a turned-up corner.

She stories them and songs them. They usually want to hear about grandmother Rifca, her face-sake. She needs to salute and celebrate this incredible visible life as often as possible so they do not stray from the right direction. And each time, the story is different, a different detail unearthed. This is her performance — no practice or preparation.

Walking out into the story lands is new each time. She can stand still in the torrent and let the flow go past, but she still has to use Word-Fella’s words’ to reach them. They are Law words: some who have stepped out of their mind-prisons call it Dharma.

According to Ninija, story is made of pure Sun and Moon, without Word Fella’ time,’ without Word Fella’ space.’ She insists that they live deep in the veins, the soles of the feet, far behind the eyes, and that their energy is indestructible.

She wears white cotton robes rinsed always in Sandalwood. It has always been indicated that she must wear white, ash white. New robes each time, the old ones recycled. Her army of seamsters constantly makes them by hand.

Summoning Rifca

hope

Seer Gina opens her grandmother’s notebook across her slim thighs. This is her one and only text, but she doesn’t read from it. Every syllable was memorized on the first look. The form of the notebook summons grandmother Rifca to attend.

‘The phenomenon of Karma says that freely chosen and intended moral acts inevitably entail consequences.’

She pauses to check the listening faces. Sometimes, the eternal face surfaces with complete absorption and engagement in her training.

‘As we constantly create ourselves, registering every detail in the comprehensive library of ourselves, everything is classified into two categories:

Grace…….

or Disgrace……

In other words, “credit” or “discredit.”

Karma is not a law, as there is no lawmaker behind it. It is more like a hope that good thoughts, words, and deeds will bring equally good consequences.’

She lifts her head, checking the faces of her closest ones selected to execute the training.

‘The world that we know now could have been very different. But we, the so-called developed inhabitants of this planet Earth, have missed our chance to stay eternally happy and pure. This is because we were careless about karma and lost all contact with our True Nature. The world of human suffering and conflict that we barely survive now, as genocide and disintegration intensify, is mostly due to the massive karmic debt we have accumulated through continued karmic carelessness.’

Seer Gina stops speaking, but Rifca’s words ring on from their source. Gina makes beautiful balletic arm language to bring each syllable home………

‘It is not precisely clear why the process of humanity has broken down.

We are superb physical mechanisms, fully adapted and at the peak of our evolution. But our way of seeing the world is flawed.

We have failed to realize the power we were endowed with from the World of Perfection, our origin. So we have disgraced ourselves consistently by repeating the same mistakes in many different lifetimes.’

There is nothing more to say or indicate.

Preparation

the first cleansing

Seer Gina hears the hum of massive crowds waiting for her, but she is not nervous.

That is a limitation of the ‘old human,’ but it leaves a faint trace in the atmosphere, which will take time to dissipate. Everything is in place for the monumental 180-degree turn in direction.

She remembers Gina ‘Little Mother’s’ exact words. It is time to recall such guidance, dropping it into the still silent pool.

‘The road same. But direction mistake. We must go inside, not outside. Because universe inside.’

She must turn the whole developed world, every Word-Fella, to look in the opposite direction along the road. To look behind, to face back, so that they will each find their unique treasures.

She strolls into the room of mirrors to cleanse her karma before her appearance in the Arena. Male attendants swish around barefooted on the warm boards, getting everything ready. She steps into the centre and stands naked, swaying slightly backward and slightly forwards, slightly east and slightly west, until she finds her perfect balance point. She pays a moment of gratitude to gravity for keeping her feet on the ground, for enabling her spiritual embodiment within its field.

In time for the first breath, the attendants gather and take up their positions in a circle around her, centering themselves similarly. All physical eyes are shut down so that spiritual eyes can open, and all glancing becomes one. There is only one focus — the Earth.

They breathe as one, acknowledging each income of Earth’s precious gases, which they borrow and convert to allow them to live.

There is nothing more than that. There is no single interruption. Breathing deserves their complete concentration.

The Arena

the fragrance of truth

The audience waits, whispering in anticipation. The cameras and their operators are wholly rehearsed, virtually silent, and still.

On their monitors, directors view and wait for the signal from Seer Gina’s attendants.

Their controls have been checked and double-checked and are operating normally. They glide in their flying seats, closing in and panning out without a sound.

Then, the signal is given. The master switch is thrown. Seer Gina’s oratory chamber rises more slowly than a sloth into the central darkness.

It is lit softly, its non-reflective glass glowing. All physical eyes watch, blinking, thinking, spinning their Rolodexes of images. They betray minds that are not yet still and silent, minds that continue, habitually, to face the wrong direction outwards. Minds that keep a lot back, always hedging, judging, scheming.

But the audience follows the spectacle of the rising of the chamber, tracing its low humming with desperation. Everyone is aware that this is the last chance to save existence as they know it. In fact, entrance to the ArenaArena is prohibited if they refuse to take the pledge to the Earth on entering. Those not present are on the run, but Ninija’s Emu warriors will sift them out and extract their pledge without crude physical torture or threats.

There is no space for inane chatter now, no purpose to it. This slab silence is still a synthetic surprise, a novelty, but in their anxiety, the trainees recognize its fragrance of universal truth.

And then someone panics and starts to whimper, sobs with such a depth of regret that others may be weakened by.

He is quickly gagged and removed.

Eventually, the arrival is complete, and Seer Gina is poised to speak.

Essential Words of Law

humanity is a process.

You are all in process. But you have interfered. You. Your limited minds.

You have confused “becoming” with “being,” urging onward to get results for yourself. You are impatient. You force yourselves against the natural body of existence, longing to spill.

And in your hurry, you have dug dirt to cover your origins while burying the age of the sacred in the hole. You are only interested in your generation — the secular. Universal sacred is old hat! Nothing except your products is sacred to you! The Coca-Cola gods. The Levi kings. Rocket ships. Nuclear weapons.…….

Even now, as I guide this start towards awakening the ‘new human,’ the fully realized human, I know that your minds are not still.

They are monkey minds, leaping from knowledge tree to knowledge tree, snatching fruit. Greedy.Bullies.

I know your minds are not quiet. They are noisy with the din of self, the constant babble of what you know and what you feel.

I am Seer Gina, here to give you focus and rivet you to’ Now’ and ‘Here.’

You have been sold a defective product in ‘time.’ There is no such thing. It’s another trick of your monkey minds to distract you from the point. The point of being. Just that.

Gradually, we can stop the monkeys jumping to stay still, if only for a second of old time, of clock time. Time to kill.’

She is silent. Words are alien to her nowadays. They are unnecessary. But Word Fella invented them and is addicted hopelessly to them.

‘I will show you how to remember yourself by turning inwards, by changing direction.

For so long now, you have voyaged and rocketed outside, convinced that all you needed could be hunted like a game.

Captured. Dragged back into your cave.

And you were convinced that you would find the truth one day, but you never did!

In fact, without questing, without looking at other greener grass, you do not know what to do with your existence, with the ‘time’ on your hands.

But as the Peoples of the Earth have shown, as Ninija and her warrior Custodians indicate, you are nothing but a burden to the planet in your present state. You have manufactured pointless missions for yourselves!

And you glorify how you live, dubbing it ‘civilization,’ the ultimate human achievement.

But the blind and the deaf can see and hear more clearly than you have or do.

“Destruction” would be a more appropriate name than “civilization.”………

And now, thanks to you, Word Fellas, our survival here on Planet Earth is in great jeopardy……..

So, we have been spared and rescued by the True Custodians of Planet Earth.

We must embody our humanness in the constancy of ‘here’ and ‘now’ without a moment’s delay.

Breath Silence

zenith of evolution

The lighting in the suspended chamber was softened, and Seer Gina knelt in its very centre. Cameras circling around her, above and below, moved slowly to reveal the miracle of her internal organization.

The audience could witness the changes she would make in her various rates on dials and monitors around the ArenaArena. She would not speak anymore today. Instead, she would only be, exactly be, bringing her body, mind, and spirit into synchrony.

Under the lighting, gradually, her body became a substantial multi-faceted crystal. The pumps and drains, the forests of synapses and nerve connections, glittered and clustered. The human body, at its absolute zenith, functioned without any effort. Like the universe, humans were never intended to do anything!

All they had to do was embody all that was provided and wear it like a beautiful gown.

The sound of breath, the Earth’s gift of oxygen, entering her mouth and nose, flowing down the pulsing throat into the two lungs, was like molten gold. A thousand minuscule explosions took place in the lung air sacks as the flow of gold burst into a million pearls glinting with every color in the universe.

The gold was turned into lead once it was purified, and as she exhaled, it moved back up the trachea and the throat and flooded out of her mouth. These toxins would and could kill her so quickly if they remained inside the miracle of her system. Earth would, in turn, use various catalysts to convert those poisons back into oxygen.

One breath was a spectacle.

The spotlights moved around the audience to view our responses as we watched, televising the images on giant screens.

Witnessing the beauty of this relationship between humans and the planet mesmerized us. Some shed tears that they had never noticed this miracle, which occurred with each of their own breaths.

For some, it was a shock that all this happened without their knowing, invisibly. Some felt resentment at being controlled in this way. After all, they had strived for independence and liberation all their lives, but now they dropped with the shock of their dependence on the filthy planet. There were many different reactions.

I shed tears. I had so much regret.

The lights were dimmed, the spectacle of human functioning continuing as Seer Gina’s chamber began its descent. Like her inhaling and exhaling slowly in partnership with the planet, the light, which was also a dependence, disappeared. The whole assembly would eventually be plunged into complete darkness to generate silence and stillness, which some of us could not tolerate.

Whimpering and shouting indignantly, the rogues were quickly removed.

Conversation of Regret

harnessing

‘Lady Gina, no other person has spoken of these things to us. Why is that? We have come to the brink, to the absolute limit, and so, as if waking from a drunken stupor, now we are awake. But how could we have been so deaf and blind?’

‘Loyal one, you have been hypnotized by the mediocre, by those who rushed into positions of power fighting aggressively for self-glorification and fame. They thrived on control, on stamping out your precious true nature. And because no one really wanted to take responsibility for human life, everyone followed the loudest voice, no matter how raucous. Politics. Religion. Society. All their leaders are talented only in hypnotism and trickery.’

‘Lady, I cannot believe that everyone was taken in.’

‘Not everyone, my precious. Some stayed awake, but they too were powerless to affect the masses, prevented from speaking out. The gods and spiritual leaders became distant and separate from the people, so humans started to worship and idolize them, making another separation. The more they poured their energy into worship and deference, the more they lost touch with their true nature.’

‘Lady, I am desperate now to know my true nature. Will you help us to know it in all speed?’

She was overcome with love and compassion, taking his strong jaw in her long fingers and drawing it towards her, steering his pale lips onto hers. But when they detected the warm fragrance of each other’s breath — his of rocks and rivers, hers of sky and desert — she prevented the lust from showing itself, breaking the habitual circle.

She stood, leaving him panting, longing. She turned away, still able to hear the depth of his breathing, to imagine the growing and swelling consuming him. She knew this was the perfect time for him to return to his true nature, discover his treasures, and empower himself and the Earth.

She, too, felt the growing and swelling inside her, but it was a distant feeling now. She could reverse it quickly.

She returned to him, arranging to sit like a goddess, kneeling, her spine emanating up towards the sun, her scalp opening like a giant lily. Her lower body, buttocks broad and full, dropping into the Earth and between her upper and lower body, the golden breath making space.

Settling quickly, lengthening and widening, she sat opposite him. Her eyes were partially closed, and she said nothing, but he knew. He trembled because of his inflation, which he longed to have released by her. The panic of lust rose into his throat, and he spat out the words….

‘But….but………I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in the world! Please……..?’

She raised a hand to halt him.

‘This is not your True Nature! It is the lust of owning, of the material, of gaining the end. We must harness that very energy to make the “new man.”’

Meditation

teaching the trainers

Her attendants gathered for training. She surveyed their eternal faces and the glinting diamonds of their True Natures before she addressed them, waiting a little for those slower to show themselves.

‘Loyal Custodians, how did humans find meditation? It was discovered by accident during orgasm. At the climax of an orgasm, the falling, the plummeting down a cool waterfall, the altered consciousness, the sense of no-action, was soon harnessed by humans.

They realized that they could use their own experience to create techniques to escape their lower mind, the animal part, at will. This place of no action, no single hint of any act or whimsical intention to move, is where the flame of self burns intensely. The walls of knowledge crash down because it is a mere toy of the intellect. It will not bear weight in the face of wisdom. And thought? It is a colourful curtain which must be moved aside to reveal wisdom.

This glimpse of the higher mind, when the eyes looking outwards are closed and the inner eyes open wide, is the completion of the process. Our true nature is endowed with understanding and sight.

Even if we do nothing, they are eternal.

We can always understand. We can always see. The question is whether we choose to or not! This nature is not man-made.

It is given from the universe.

And in the era of the ‘old human,’ our shining constant nature was suppressed, dirtied by the scattered direction of our actions, whim, and lust.

My loved ones, the ocean is covered by a variety of waves — stormy, swelling, wind-scattered — which cover over the vast ocean depths so that we consider the ocean to be made up of only waves.

Likewise, the sky is covered by various cloud formations — stormy, sunset, vaporous, mackerel — which cover the vast sky so that we consider the sky to be only a welt of clouds.

We are so easily distracted from plunging into nature itself, from knowing ourselves below the waves and the clouds. But this is precisely where we can ‘be’ without ‘becoming.’ This is the site of our True Nature.

And our True Natures must be the driving force of the new human. The universe demands a unique contribution from each being to complete the pattern. No one can escape, and each contribution is equally important.

Meditation is ‘no action.’

Meditation is ‘no effort.’

Meditation will bring about the 180-degree turn in the alien Word Fellas, preventing further destruction and balancing out the karmic books.

This is a summarised form of a book I am working on at the moment called, ‘The Training.’ It is based on my time living with Australian Aboriginals in the South Australian Desert. It will be completed by the end of the year, 2023.