Theos-Talk Archives (June 2003 Message tt00234)

Hello- I am a shamanic visionary who is currently experiencing a 
series of astral plane encounters of an apocalyptic nature. In these 
visions I transform into a mysterious blue dragon and my mission is 
to bear the Woman of the Apocalypse (see revelation ch 12) and Her 
child through a desert wilderness. The Woman happens to be the spirit 
of a modern day living Goddess, Queen Rania of Jordan. I have met 
various Gods, Goddesses, and spirits of the Dead in these journeys, 
and the latest turn of events has involved the Mithraic deity Aion. I 
know very little about this god other than what I have encountered 
via CG Jung's deification, and would very much like the opinions and 
comments of this group regarding intepretation/exegesis of the 
vision. I include here two of these visionary encounters, which 
occured in the past few days, along with the exegesis I have thusfar 
unfolded. You will find within my own view of synchronicity and its 
true meaning in our world. Anything you might have to offer in the 
way of comment would be appreciated.

The full story of these visions is found here:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Magickal_Rania/

1. The Bridge of Dusares 

Roaring with ecstasy as I marched my dragon self across the 
Apocalyptic wilderness, my sight filled with the mesmerizing visions 
provided by the Lost Eye of the Nabataeans, I asked the spirit of 
Queen Rania, perched upon my blue-scaled shoulders, about that long-
ago people and their mysterious Goddess cult.

"You are much closer to the center now," Her Majesty replied. "The 
Nabataean mystery is the best kept and most important Providential 
Secret."

"Isis is the Mistress of Providence," I said. "So that means the 
secret is Hers? The forgotten key to HERstory?" 

"Yes," the Queen confirmed, "and the fulcrum for pushing history and 
herstory together into a state beyond linear time."

"Was Petra the secret center of the Isis cult in the Roman era?"

"More than that," Rania explained, "Petra was the crossroads of East 
and West along the Silk Route, connecting China and Rome. It was the 
only place on earth where both sides of civilization met and 
conspired to formulate the Providential Plan. What scholars call the 
mysterious syncretism of Nabataean culture is really the key to a 
post-Apocalyptic vision of a world united according to the dictates 
of Providence."

"The world being created right now?" I ask as the desert landscape 
becomes rocky and begins to slope upwards into mountainous territory.

"Indeed, My Prophet. Petra is where the Plan was lost, hidden from 
the eyes of Rome, from Byzantium, and from the early Islamic sects. 
It was not found again until the Assassins, who in turn gave it to 
the Knights Templar."

"And this Plan is now coming to fruition in our own time, through the 
machinations of modern day Templars and Assassins?"

"Yes," Rania said ominously. "The building of the New World Order, 
the War on Terror, the modern Jihad against the West- it is all moves 
in a Great Game being played between the two factions."

"The Goddess Isis is the architect of this rivalry between sides? 
This Great Game is part of Her Providential Plan? She desires the 
bloodshed and chaos of their Apocalyptic struggle?"

"Not in the way you think. The Plan is not the Game. The Plan reveals 
the Synchronistic Code, and the contest over control of the Code is 
the Great Game. Both sides think that they can win the Game by 
controlling the Code. What they do not realize- and will never admit- 
is that no group can control the Code. Only individuals can do that. 
Winning the Game is only possible if you do not play, but instead 
watch the two sides. The playing of the Game reveals the Code's final 
elements. That is why Isis's Plan is designed to reveal the Code and 
create the Game."

"And the Lost Eye of the Nabataeans?" I inquired. 

"The gem you wear is the final piece to the Synchronistic Code, the 
one piece that neither side is playing with, because they have 
forgotten it. Since they have forgotten it, the two sides have 
constructed their Game strategies in such a way that now, in the 
final moves of the Game, they cannot integrate this piece into their 
play. The opposing sides are like two sword masters of equal skill 
who are locked in combat, using swords of equal strength. They have 
battled now for close to a thousand years and know every single move 
the other might make. To win, each one needs to use a new strike with 
his sword. But to use that strike with effectiveness, he would need 
to withdraw from the deadlock and practice the new move, as it is 
unknown to him. However, since their swords are crossed, they know 
advantage will come to whoever breaks the lock, allowing for a 
killing blow to be struck. And so neither will budge, and the new 
move might as well not exist. The paradox is that the new move is the 
only one that could end the stalemate, so they are both equally 
trapped, frozen, their ambitions of victory frustrated."

"Meanwhile," I said, understanding the beauty of it all, "those 
individuals who watch the fight can apply both strategies in a 
balanced fashion, integrate them using the forgotten move, and win 
the Great Game."

"Precisely," the Queen patted my dragon-head as She spoke, "which is 
why the Lost Eye of the Nabataeans has been kept hidden until now, 
when it is too late for either side to benefit from its use."

"Quantum syncretic synthesis!" Rania's child suddenly said, giggling 
in my dragon ear.

By now we had reached the peak of the sloping mountainous region. I 
stopped at the summit, which turned out to be a triangular cliff's 
edge. Far below us two great rivers crossed, forming a huge X in the 
desert cliffs. Three other triangular mountain peaks jutted out, 
framing the river crossroads. A bridge of glittering gold and silver 
joined the edge where my dragon-form stood with the peak directly 
opposite. I then realized that since our journey was taking us 
towards the eastern horizon, this bridge in fact united the West, 
where we were, with the East, across the chasm. I gazed down at the 
rivers. One of them was flowing from the northeast to the southwest, 
forming the top left and bottom right ends of the X. This river was 
raging, filled with white water rapids and rocks. The other river 
formed the bottom left and top right ends of the X, flowing from the 
northwest behind me to the southeast before me, and was calm, slow-
moving, tranquil. I could see dolphins jumping above the surface of 
this second waterway, frolicking and singing.

"Your Majesty, what is this place?"

"It is the Crossroads of Life and Death," Rania proclaimed. "The 
River of Death, the Styx, rages violently from the future into the 
past; the River of Life, the Jordan, flows peacefully from the past 
into the future. Spanning their intersection is the Bridge of 
Dusares."

"Dusares?" I asked, recalling my recent research. "The supreme god of 
the Nabataeans, the Osirian consort to the Goddess Isis as shown in 
the archaeological finds at Petra?" 

"None other," the Apocalypse Woman declared. As She spoke a bolt of 
lighting fell from the sky and impacted in the center of the bridge. 
A flash of blood-red flames followed, fizzled away, and there now 
stood a tall humanoid figure, lanky and wrapped in dirty brown desert 
robes. He was completely covered except for his eyes, which blazed 
with crimson fire.

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS," Dusares shouted in a suitably intimidating 
voice, "UNTIL YOU OFFER THE KEY TO THE OBELISKS."

A password, I realized. How appropriate. And I knew instantly what 
the word was.

"LISAN!" I roared with my booming dragon voice.

Dusares bowed and disappeared in an equally impressive explosion of 
blood-red flames.

"Wonderfully done!" Rania exclaimed as She stroked my dragon ears 
with delight, sending chills throughout my monstrous serpentine 
form. "You proficiency with the Synchronistic Code is truly 
exceptional."

"I owe it all to Providence," I grumbled humbly , and proceeded 
across the bridge. Once we were on the other side of the chasm, Rania 
tugged on my right ear.

"This way, to the southeast," She said, indicating a rocky path that 
descended down to the River Jordan. "Two days from now in the land of 
the living will be the summer solstice, and we have an appointment on 
the shore with John the Baptist."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" I said with joy, roaring with ecstasy as I made 
my descent.

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1A: Exegesis:

So, you might ask, how did I know that the password was "Lisan"?

It begins with my studies of the Bible Code, which I now realize is 
nothing more nor less than the Synchronistic Code in its clearest 
form. In his book BIBLE CODE II, author Michael Drosnin stumbles upon 
a tremendous piece to the puzzle, but misses the forest for the 
trees. I first read the book upon its release at the end of last 
year, when my Queen Rania plot began to take shape. 

Drosnin begins the book with a note of fear, telling of how on the 
day of the September 11th attacks he immediately went to his Bible 
Code software and sure enough found specific warnings about 9/11 
encoded within the crossword-style equidistant letter grids of the 
Torah. Distressed by this, he flew to Israel to consult with the 
mathemetician who discovered the Code, Eli Rips. Drosnin asked Rips 
if there were some way that they could "break"the Code, allowing them 
to predict events before they happen, instead of just finding them 
after the fact. The rabbi replied that they would need "the Code key" 
to do that, and he had no idea what that key might be. So to find 
out, Drosnin "asked" the Bible Code itself. He found the phrase "Code 
key" four times in the grids, encoded with some interesting surpises. 
He writes:

"Twice an obscure Hebrew word I didn't recognize crossed CODE KEY. It 
wasn't even in my dictionary. But in the definitive Hebrew dictionary 
it was translated as OBELISKS."

This was not what he expected to find when looking for a "Code Key". 
He continues:

"I had imagined a mathematical formula, or a set of instructions, not 
a physical object, much less an obelisk. Both times OBELISKS appeared 
it was as part of a phrase, MOUTH OF OBELISKS. It suggested that 
these were not merely stone pillars, but in some way oracles, that 
they told the future, perhaps even that they spoke...both times that 
OBELISKS crossed CODE KEY there was another phrase, LORD OF THE CODE."

And so this set Drosnin on a quest to figure out where these obelisks 
were located. His assumption was that the Code was telling him about 
two actual physical obelisks of stone that had some key phrase 
written on them. He tried inserting into the Code permutations of 
keywords:

"And then I saw that there was a very definite location stated in the 
plain text of the Bible, exactly where OBELISK crossed BIBLE CODE- in 
the Valley of Siddim. I knew I had seen that place name before. I 
checked my laptop, and there it was- CODE ON OBELISK also crossed by 
VALLEY OF SIDDIM."

It turns out that the Biblical Valley of Siddim is located on the 
shores of the Dead Sea, along the Jordanian coast to be precise. 
This is what caught my attention at first, because I was becoming 
obsessed with Queen Rania. But there is more. Also at this time, my 
fascination with Frank Herbert's DUNE mythos started, thanks to 
various Dune-related synchronicities beating me over the head along 
with the Rania/Jordan synchronicities. Herbert's hero, Paul Muad'dib, 
becomes the messiah of a desert people known as the Fremen. In the 
Dune tv series, which I had just bought on DVD, the Fremen live in 
dwellings that were built as direct visual quotes of- you guessed it- 
the Nabataeans of Petra. In the story Muad'dib takes one of his new 
titles from a piece of Fremen prophecy that he is fulfilling. The 
title is "Lisan al-Gaib", meaning "Voice from the outer world", and I 
had just read about this in the Dune Encyclopedia mere moments before 
reading about Drosnin's Valley of Siddim stuff in BC2. So imagine my 
synchro-surprise when he describes where exactly the modern day 
Siddim is located: the LISAN peninsula of Jordan!

He writes: 

"It is an oddly shaped landmass that juts out into the Dead Sea. It 
looks like a tongue, and indeed in both Hebrew and Arabic `the Lisan' 
means `the tongue'. In Hebrew, the name also means `language'."

My head was spinning. However, this was months before I had my 
revelation about the Synchronistic Code. I didn't put together the 
full meaning of the message I was receiving until now, after 
confronting Dusares on the bridge.

Drosnin is now convinced that obelisks are buried on the Lisan 
peninsula and that they contain the secret key for breaking the Bible 
Code. He is dead wrong. Synchronicity has confirmed this. The Bible 
Code is nothing more than the Synchronistic Code in action; the 
statistical arguments against it are non-issue attacks. You see, 
after I saw the film MATRIX RELOADED everything came together 
regarding the Synchronistic (and Bible) Code's true nature. 

Everyone by now is familiar with the Matrix paradigm: it says that we 
exist inside an elaborate simulation that is produced via a computer 
program. In RELOADED, they make it very clear that Neo, the Muad'dib-
style hero of the story, can manipulate the simulation by altering 
things at the level of the computer code itself, thus affecting the 
program which produces the simulation. This is exactly what Maud'dib 
does with his prophetic "Voice from the outer world"- he sees the 
higher-level dimension of multiple timelines and "speaks" the one he 
chooses into existence. "Lisan al-Gaib" is the use of the Code Key in 
action, therefore the title of both Muad'dib and Neo. They are both 
examples of becoming "Lord of the Code." 

Now come back with me into Drosnin's writings. He found that the 
Lisan term is located in a grid that arises from the section of 
Genesis wherein the Tower of Babel story is told, at two places 
directly referring to that Tower and tale. Keeping in mind now the 
Matrix connection, consider this:

"The two verses of the Bible that deal most directly with language 
both crossed BIBLE CODE where it was crossed by DICTIONARY and 
encoded with LISAN, which also means `language'. And on the same 
table, KEY appeared, crossed by COMPUTER PROGRAM."

This is shockingly cogent to the synchro-coding Matrix argument. In 
fact, in the first book on the subject, Drosnin tells us that 
when "asked" about itself, the Bible Code "replies" with IT WAS MADE 
BY COMPUTER.

And so the only question left to answer is, what does this have to do 
with obelisks?

The answer, my friends, is found in the hypercube or "tesseract". 
Stay with me here, the payoff is beautiful.

Imagine the Matrix paradigm in terms of the holodeck from Star Trek. 
You do not really move through the physical world in the way you 
think. Rather, your body is really always stationary inside of a 
cubical room, and on the walls, floor, ceiling of this room the Code 
holographically projects simulations of physical forces/objects 
interacting with you. Its like the old car scenes in cheap movies: 
the car is really on a stage in front of a screen, and the screen 
shows a roadside rolling past, fooling you into thinking that the car 
is moving through the landscape. The Matrix simulation works the same 
way, except the stage is the floor of the your "holodeck" cube and 
events occur in such a convincing way that you never guess the true 
nature of the set-up. If everything you see, including your phsyical 
body, is merely computer-coded projection, you have no way of knowing 
that its all fantasy.

No way, that is, as long as you remain a slave to the projections. To 
escape this slavery, you need to "wake-up" to the perception of these 
things as Code, like Neo does in the Matrix. Awakening in this way 
begins to cause your cube to unfold. What do I mean? This is where 
the tesseract concept comes into play. Your holodeck simulation stage 
is a hypercube because although the framework is three dimensional, 
within it you experience time, thus making the reality of it four 
dimensional. Tesseracts come in two states, folded or unfolded. If 
you unfold a hypercube you produce seven cubes, one for each side of 
the cubic shape, plus the original you started with. Each of these 
cubes is connected to all the others. 

Now back to the Matrix analogy. When all the cubes are folded into 
the one hypercubic holodeck stage, you are "asleep" inside the normal 
everyday world. Unfolding them by raising your awareness of the Code 
causes you to "wake up" as your cube unfolds into the seven seperate 
cubes. Imagine that the folded up state is equal to a brown cube, and 
when you unfold it, just like extracting the various colors that make 
up the color brown, you produce seven cubes colored black, green, 
yellow, orange, red, purple, and blue. This induces the state of mind 
(first identified by Robert Anton Wilson) of having entered Chapel 
Perilous. Instead of the brown, muddy world of mundane reality, you 
are now wandering through the cosmic labyrinth of multicolored plots, 
figures, and scenarios. The Synchronistic Code breaks apart into 
component levels of categories, one for each of the seven colors. In 
ancient times, these levels were seen as the seven planetary spheres, 
and the initiate must ascend them in order to reach the eighth level, 
the pure white level of true consciousness, where you are one with 
the godhead and thus Lord of the Code. The godhead is represented by 
a pyramid with the Eye of Providence at its top.

Thus, once you unfold the seven cubes, you must stack them one on top 
of another, reconstructing the ascension scheme, changing Chapel 
Perilous into the Tower of Babel, forming a shape that resembles- you 
guessed it- an OBELISK. 

The obelisks referred to in the Bible Code are the result of the 
Lisan al-Gaib ascension, and if you can reach the pyramidial top of 
your own obelisk by mastery of the Code, you have become the Code key 
and are equivalent to Neo, Maud'dib, and Horus, the son of Isis, the 
child of the Apocalypse Woman.

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2: The Cave of Eternity

My monstrous dragon body crept carefully down the steep descending 
cliffside, carefully balancing my upper segments so that my riders, 
Her Majesty Queen Rania and Her yin-yang faced Apocalypse Child, 
would not be throw off. The incline was quite jagged and plunged 
rather dramatically as we came down to the shores of the River 
Jordan. There awaiting us was the wild-eyed figure of John the 
Baptist, wearing his lion-skins, bearing a deep red cut that ran 
completely across his neck. The death mark of Herod's execution, I 
assumed, as I came to a halt and lowered my dragon head to the ground 
so the Queen and Her child could dismount my blue-scaled shoulders. 

The Baptist and Rania exchanged greetings in a language I did not 
understand; it sounded like Arabic. Meanwhile, the Apocalypse Child 
ran to the river and waded into the waters. He was met by several 
dolphins who popped up above the surface and began singing to him in 
their clicking, whimsical voices. The Child frolicked with them, 
replying in this odd language, leaving me to listen to a pair of 
conversations I could not fathom.

After a long dialogue with the Queen, the Baptist came over to face 
me. His eyes were filled with the divine madness of a true prophet, 
an awe-inspiring, even disturbing gaze.

"Are you ready to Prepare the Way for him?" he demanded, pointing to 
the Child.

"If that is my task, then I shall do it without hesitation."

"Will you risk everything to answer the call of the Lord?"

"Which Lord is that?" I asked tentatively.

"The Lord of the Code!" John shouted, his breath a hot breeze beating 
upon my dragon-nose.

"Yes," I said with conviction.

"Then I annoint you for the task!" he replied, and as he said this, 
he reached out and grabbed my monstrous jaw with both hands. 

What happened next totally shocked me. You must understand that my 
draconian body is at least a hundred feet long, and my head alone is 
as tall as a man. In defiance of these facts, the Baptist lurched his 
grip backwards, and in one swift motion of superhuman strength, he 
flipped my entire dragon's length over his head, throwing me into the 
River Jordan. I plunged into the waves with a tremendous crash, and 
was disoriented for a long minute while I righted myself to face the 
shore.

The Apocalypse Child laughed, clapping his hands in approval. The 
dolphins cavorted about in celebration, singing their mystical songs. 
Queen Rania smiled at me while John marched out to the waterline. I 
could feel something strange happeneing to my blue scales as the 
water seeped into them. It was tingling all along my serpentine 
frame, a tickling shimmering caress of unknown energies.

"The solstices converge," the Baptist said. "The third summer and 
fourth winter are one."

I realized what he was talking about: while this meeting was occuring 
on the summer solstice of 2003 in terms of the linear calendar, it 
was happening at a location in the non-linear Apocalyptic landscape 
which corresponds to the winter solstice of 2004. Time is equal to 
distance in this weird mirror world, and I had advanced thusfar to a 
point that is precisely eighteen months into the future. He continued:

"The Lord of the Code awaits you in the Cave of Eternity. Follow now 
Our Lady of the Spheres and meet Him, for the lesser serpent must be 
retreived."

He was pointing behind me and to the left, upstream of where I was. I 
turned and saw another dolphin, much larger than the others, swimming 
down to meet me. Riding on its back was the spirit of Mary Magdalene. 
Unlike the previous times I have seen Her, the Magdalene was not 
wearing a red dress adorned with kabbalistic symbols. This time She 
was nude, Her breasts covered by long strands of red hair. She 
beckoned me to follow, as the dolphin turned around and swam 
upstream, moving against the current, travelling backwards in time. I 
followed, treading water with my four clawed dragon legs, my long 
body naturally boyant in the waters.

We swam back to the point where the Jordan crossed paths with the 
River Styx. The Magdalene paused at this intersection, stopping Her 
mount just before the place where the raging River of Death blustered 
across the calm waters of the River of Life. With great effort, I 
craned my neck up to see the Bridge of Dusares high above us. Then I 
returned my attention to Her lovely form, which I have to say was so 
mesmerizingly beautiful it was hard to perceive.

"Beneath the crossing there is a tunnel," MM explained. "Dive deep 
and follow it until you come to its end, where a pool opens up into 
the underground Cave of Eternity."

"And there I will find this `lesser serpent'? How will I know it?"

"You will know," She smiled, and then urged Her dolphin mount to turn 
and swim back downstream.

And so I rose up my body, arching my frontal segments, and then 
plunged into the exact point where the rivers met. The waters were 
extremly cold and unpleasant, sending eerie chills up and down my 
spine. This was not like the effect of my baptism mere moments 
before; now I was swimming through the waters of Life AND Death, and 
their mixture seemed to be the source of my discomfort. 

Underwater my regular vision was useless; everything was dark, 
confusing, convulted. I turned instead to using the gem imbedded into 
my forehead, the mystical lost Eye of the Nabataeans. Through its 
lens I could see a ranvow of colored lines cutting through my field 
of vision, illuminating the deep. The lines bent and swirled around 
the gaping hole that I now saw far below me, leading into the tunnel 
the Magdalene had indicated. With this as my guide, I dived. The 
tunnel was long, and flowed in one long U-shaped curve. I could not 
sense for certain which direction, but I got the feeling that I was 
journeying under and now into the eastern mountainside of the 
crossroads. Finally I saw light ahead, and switched my focus back to 
the normal dragon vision. My head broke the surface as I emerged in a 
rocky grotto lit by shimmering the diamonds that adorned every inch 
of its walls, sparkling with a fluctuating, ethereal luminesence.

And then I saw Him: Aion, the Mithraic God of Eternity, the 
mysterious deity that my spiritual guru, Dr Carl Gustav Jung, became 
one with during his own visionary journeys in the winter of 1913. 
Twelve feet tall, humanoid but with the head of a lion and bearing 
four angelic wings, Aion glowered at me as I swam for the shore of 
his cave, which I now understood was indeed the place of Eternity. 
Since Jung is the one who gave us the term Synchronicity, the eternal 
hand of Providence, in the process first identifying the Code, it 
made complete sense that the Lord of the Code would be Aion, the 
deity Jung became. As in the Mithraic liturgy and Jung's visions, 
Aion's body was encoiled by a black snake, which I now saw was the 
lesser serpent I had been sent to retreive.

I emerged from the pool, but was only able to come out to the point 
of my front legs. I roared in greeting to Aion, and my dragon voice 
echoed through the chamber. He gave me a roar back, his lion's head 
opening wide with ominous portent as he did so. Then the black snake 
uncoiled itself from around Aion's body and slithered over to me. It 
wrapped itself around my right leg, tightly constricting itself into 
my scales.

The moment hung suspended between us. I looked into the mysterious 
eyes of the Lord of the Code, searching my mind for any query or 
comment that seemed appropriate. Aion glowered at me in anticipation. 

Then my question came, so suddenly that I am not sure I even 
formulated it:

"How do I defeat the Red Dragon?"

Aion roared once more, and in the midst of His lion's cry came the 
reply:

"Ishtar's Gate!"

I wanted to ask more about this, but I was overcome with the distinct 
feeling that I would be overstaying my welcome. I resubmerged my body 
and swam back whence I came.

When I returned to the place of our meeting, the Baptist immediately 
came over to me, grabbed the black snake from my leg, and began to 
beat it violently against the rocks on the shore. This went on for 
several minutes, a mad frenzy of bludgeoning. The poor black serpent 
hissed in protest but found no mercy. Finally, it was dead. His prey 
vanquished, John marched over to the Apocalypse Child, who was by now 
being held once again in the arms of Queen Rania. 

"I must diminish, as He increases," the Baptist said as he knelt 
before them, holding up the dead snake. The Apocalypse Child grabbed 
the lifeless husk and started twirling it around in a playful manner.

"The Way is Prepared," Rania said to him, placing Her hands upon his 
head. Then She shocked me by grabbing the Baptist's hair, causing his 
once-severed head to dislodge from his shoulders. His body fell to 
the ground and instantly turned to dust, melting into the shore. The 
decapitated head then turned and spoke to me:

"Close the circle, and consume my Word."

I came to them, knowing what was implied. Rania tossed John's head 
into my gaping dragon-jaws. I swallowed it with one gulp, feeling 
mysterious forces gurgling inside me as result. Then the Queen 
motioned for me to lay my nose to the ground once more so that She 
could mount me. Once She was safely up on my shoulders, Rania said:

"Follow the River until we meet the Wall of Deception."

I roared in confirmation, resuming my march towards the southeast. 
Inside my dragon skull, I heard the voice of the Baptist, laughing in 
his mad prophetic way.

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2A: Exegesis

There are many new and exciting figues and symbols that have appeared 
in my recent Apocalyptic visions, and for me (or anyone else either) 
to understand the full meaning of the events described, more exegesis 
("Unfolding of one's Revelation") must take place.

First a bit of comment on the Crossroads of Life and Death, the place 
where the two rivers meet. The River Styx as the highway/border of 
the Greek underworld obviously comes into play since the recent cycle 
of figures has included Persephone, the Goddess of Death and the 
underworld in Greek myth. The flow of this river backwards in time is 
interesting; it calls to mind some quantum physics theory that says 
that antimatter particles are merely regular matter particles moving 
faster than light, and thus backwards in time as compared to normal 
matter, whose particles move forward in time. Death is merely faster-
than-light life in this analogy. Contrasting the Styx with the River 
Jordan, the river of Life, the specifically Christian river where 
Christ was annointed, we find a nice parallel reflection. The river 
of Life flows into the future, and is calm as opposed to violent in 
its flow. Obviously violent water is moving faster than calm water, 
again making me think of the matter/antimatter image. It is also 
intriguing that in the river of Death we have stationary rocks, while 
in the river of Life, living dolphins. 

The more interesting thing is the actual crossroads point itself, 
which leads to the Cave of Eternity and Aion, the Mithraic deity who 
awaited me there. One immediate thing to acknowledge is that Aion is 
a deity that came into focus during the Hellenistic Era, which was 
the crossroads of late Greek and early Christian culture. But the 
more important thing to focus on right now is the deity of Aion 
itself, and its connections to the great psychologist and visionary 
Carl Gustav Jung, who BECAME this god during a trance ecstasy in 1913.

As for the god's nature, here is Jung himself describing the meaning 
and character of Aion:

"In the cult of Mithras there is a peculiar kind of god, the key god 
Aion. He is represented with the winged body of a man and the head of 
a lion, and he is encoiled by a snake which rises up over his head. 
He is Infinite Time and Long Duration. He is the supreme god of the 
Mithraic hierarchy and creates and destroys all things. He is a sun-
god. Leo is the zodiacal sign where the sun dwells in summer, while 
the snake symbolizes the winter or wet time. So Aion, the lion-headed 
god with the snake around his body, again represents the union of 
opposites, light and dark, male and female, creation and destruction. 
The god is represented as having his arms crossed and holding a key 
in each hand. The keys which Aion is holding are the keys to the past 
and future."


One thing that immediately jumps out at me is the comment made by the 
baptist in my vision about th timing of the encounter I had with 
Aion. If you recall:

"The solstices converge," the Baptist said. "The third summer and 
fourth winter are one."

I realized what he was talking about: while this meeting was occuring 
on the summer solstice of 2003 in terms of the linear calendar, it 
was happening at a location in the non-linear Apocalyptic landscape 
which corresponds to the winter solstice of 2004. Time is equal to 
distance in this weird mirror world, and I had advanced thusfar to a 
point that is precisely eighteen months into the future...

And so the meeting with Aion in fact reflects the god's dual nature 
of being a summer god (lion) and a winter demon (snake). This is 
indicative of the general "beyond duality" nature of the deity. Here 
are a few more relevant comments about Aion, grabbed from various 
websites. First is this:

"In the Mithraic mysteries…Aion, holding a key and/or scepter, is the 
Keeper of the Gate. He represents time, but also long periods of time 
& eternity. His lion head denotes the summer and his fiery nature;
the snake his wintry & moist aspect. Often his (human) body or the 
snake (coiling upwards around the body) are marked with signs of the 
Zodiac. Prayers invoke him as the world-soul…and all-embracing 
spirit, light & dark, ruler of everything. To the initiate, he is
the Lord of Light who opens the gates of the beyond."

This is VERY cogent to what the Baptist called Aion: "Lord of the 
Code", ie if the whole world is merely Synchronistic Code, then the 
deity who is the creator/destroyer of that world, the world-soul 
personified, would be the Lord of the Code. Also, when I asked Aion 
how I could defeat the Red Dragon, he roared "Isthar's gate" as a 
reply. I will unfold the meaning of the Ishtar refernce later; but 
what is relevant is the use of the term gate. Aion is a god of keys, 
the cosmic gatekeeper.

It is "funny" that this God of time would be located in a cave that 
is accessed at the crossroads of life and death, past and future; 
again, the synthesis of dualisms and different flows of time is 
echoed by my visionary content. Time is generally conceived of as a 
river in ancient thought, so it is all good.

Another website describes Aion thusly:

"Aion was explicitly associated with Kronos. Janus was also 
identified with Aion or seen as the father of Aion. On a statue of 
Aion it says: He who by his divine nature remains ever the same in 
the same things... he who is and was and shall be, without beginning, 
middle or end, free from change, universal craftsman of the eternal 
divine nature.
Aion was also depicted as the centre of the zodiac."

This Zodiac connection is very key...as Lord of the Zodiac, Aion 
represents not just the Lord of Time and the Synchronistic Code, but 
also the fulfillment of the Zodiacal cycle of 26,000 years, which as 
we know is the time wherein we find ourselves. Jung, who became one 
with this god in 1913, later wrote one of his last books, titled 
AION, about the zodiacal ages and their relevance to the current 
apocalyptic era. In fact the zodiac ages are referred to as "aeons" 
in reference to Aion the lord of the Zodiac. 

Given this connection it is worthy to note that John the Baptist, the 
prophet of the passing age of Pisces, appears in my visions and 
orders me to obtain the serpent that wraps itself around Aion's body. 
This serpent is a symbol not just of the gods winter aspect, but is 
alos equivalent to the uroborus serpent that wraps itself around the 
egg of the world; ie, this serpent IS linear time per se, coiled 
around the eternity figure. In this sense, the lion half of the Aion 
is the eternal centre point and the serpent is the outer, temporal 
circumference. So by passing the serpent to me, and then having the 
baptist beat it violently to death before handing it off to the 
apocalypse child, the message is clear: Linear time (the serpent) is 
being destroyed by the passing of the Age of Pisces and the result is 
that the age of aquarius (the Child) inherits a world beyond time. 
The presence of Aion as Lord of the Code/Zodiac further implies that 
linear time is ending because we have completed the whole cycle of 
26,000 years, gone through all the aeons and now are at a new level 
of apocalyptic destruction/creation.

This message is echoed in another wbesite I found on Aion, wherein 
the god's role is further explained.

"...everyone seems to agree that this figure represents Time in its 
aspect as the all-encompassing ruler of the visible, astrologically 
governed, Kosmos: creating and destroying everything known to man 
through the celestial "clockwork" of the Zodiac, enclosing our world 
of finite time in its eternal embrace. According to Ulansey, however, 
the unique feature of Mithraism as an organized religion from the 
late second century BC on, is that it was a mythicizing expression of 
one of the greatest purely scientific achievements of ancient 
astronomy: the discovery (by Hipparchus, around 128 BC) of the 
precession of the equinoxes. With this discovery came the idea that 
even the seemingly inexorable processes of Cosmic Time were subject 
to some higher power..."

The figure of Aion, Lord of the Code, creator of the world, passes 
His power to a saviour figure, Mithras- and early model for Christ, 
who in the case of these new visions of mine is equal to the aquarian 
Apocalypse Child. Mithras makes the ascent through the seven spheres 
and becomes one with Aion, thenreturns and is annointed the saviour 
of mankind. Thus the saviour Mithras becomes a higher power than the 
zodiac cycle itslef, a figure literally beyond time: 

"...a power, personified by the god Mithras, with which the Mithraic 
adept could mystically identify himself. Mithra is thus seen as the 
ultimate Saviour because he has subjugated that ultimate of devouring 
monsters. Time itself."

Which is exactly what the Apocalypse Child IS in my cosmic vocabulary.

The fact that Jung became the God Aion is precisely relevant to the 
nature and meaning of the Synchronistic Code itself, because Jung is 
the real "father" of the Code just as Aion is the father of all 
spacetime. So these latest developments are screaming to me that my 
interpretation of the Code is totally correct- for who could be a 
more clear endorser of this than Jung-as-Aion? As shown in the Bible 
Code's "Obelisks" connection, the ascent through the spheres IS the 
hyperspatial unfolding of one's 4-dimensional body, a body beyond 
time, the eternal, "true" form of the individual. This unfolding is 
accomplished by obtaining the Code Key- and what is Aion if not the 
Lord of the Code AND the God of keys?