Above All Else Keep the Circle Unbroken and “You’ll Be Fine”

Since we are all here on the same sacred rendezvous with the Message and the Messenger, I commemorate this the last photo that will ever contain Marshall Vian Summers in a public setting.

The Messenger will no longer have the freedom to enjoy Encampment if he cannot feel secure about his health and exposure to what he sees as clearly enough identified in the New Message as pandemic of the order of early, fast and hard Great Waves of change.

Count the people who will not ever meet him face to face. Completely unknown, unless we now pivot fast to a new world where we must understand the life of the Messenger in our world is the most important commodity, or accommodation to the conditions of living in Separation.
We need him on Earth and his physical vessel is at risk, though every source of Knowledge in the physical at every dimension has been attended to that has been able to be addressed.
The warning, the blessing and the preparation have been given to preserve the life of this Messenger, to outweigh the heaviness of the drags on movement to a new world that requires everyone to give up their prejudices, their own agenda, their antagonisms against each other that boil down to name-calling, typing, profiling others by our own blind spots, not seeing the big picture that all humanity is at risk and one human here is going to make a big difference as long as he lives.

Signs of Covenant

Reminders of ancient agreements

Inter-life regressionists such as Michael Newton share recollections of subjects who planted clues ahead of this life, to cue themselves to remember–when you see [x], you will recall [y]–the recognition of a task they had set forth for themselves to accomplish in this life, or an associate who would be critically needed in their endeavor. 

Michael Newton and some others recall other lifetimes in other worlds. Some of those worlds surely reached the natural decadence that is normative to developing races the more they grow reliant on technology; having lived in a prior existence on those worlds could make a soul especially sensitive to the warning signs of a world in collapse, feeling triggered, not knowing why, by economic risk, political instability and environmental degradation.

“When you see this, you will know.”

“The world itself will tell you what is coming if you know how to read it and to discern its signs and its messages.” Signs on the New Message wiki.

The rainbow, sign of the covenant in Genesis 9:12-16, no longer signifies what it did to the relieved eyes of Noah when he witnessed it. His gratitude fostered the interpretation we’ve received, the meaning given to that sign in the sky–no more mean Old God; a new agreement is given. 

Signs can occur out of time and for a specific time, sometimes appearing well in advance of any useful interpretation and, it appears from the Noah account, more time-limited than they were understood to be. Assigning the meaning for a sign given is one thing on the individual level, but harder to do for the entire collective for all time.  

The specifics in this sign of covenant initially witnessed by Noah might now become a stumbling block for casualties of recent disasters, among them floods. The devastation that wasted “all flesh” (excepting what Noah rescued) by flood was reported in other ancient literature and interpreted as a cleansing of impurity from the land, as the holocaust that cleared Sodom and Gomorrah was seen to do also. 

9:12 God said, “This is the sign of the covenant that I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for all future generations:
9:13 I have set my bow in the clouds, and it shall be a sign of the covenant between me and the earth.
9:14 When I bring clouds over the earth and the bow is seen in the clouds,
9:15 I will remember my covenant that is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall never again become a flood to destroy all flesh.
9:16 When the bow is in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is on the earth.”

Déjà vu

When you awake you will remember everything.”

Pareidolia. Synchronicities. These are different kinds of signs, not as clearly spelled out on first appearance, not able to be interpreted in retrospect as with the sign of the covenant with Noah or the embedded messages from the pre-existent soul as in Michael Newton’s case studies.

As with déjà vu, what is striking about noticing patterns that shouldn’t be there but are hard to miss once you do see them, is the shock of awareness that comes with them, the sense of a pause to interrupt the program called reality you’d been operating under, feeling like the spinning beachball of death just flashed on the screen that is real life. No meaning, no interpretation, just the trigger that trips your step as you were proceeding somewhat mindlessly along. Perhaps these signs that cannot be interpreted are only calls to awareness, a salute from prankster forces in the universe, a joke from the universe to remind us we are not as smart or as knowing as we think we are.

“Once an individual can begin to sense that there is a greater presence and a greater intelligence within them and can begin to receive signs and guidance from this intelligence, they have begun the long process in regaining and developing the most fundamental freedom.”(Signs on the New Message wiki)

It is striking that both Old and New Testament lessons this week and last are cited as occasions of UFOs in the Bible, as is the story of the razing of Sodom and Gomorrah. It is striking that UFOs as an explanation for these mysterious events is a simpler solution and more prosaic, more natural, than divine intervention.

Mark 1:9-15
1:9 In those days Jesus came from Nazareth of Galilee and was baptized by John in the Jordan.
1:10 And just as he was coming up out of the water, he saw the heavens torn apart and the Spirit descending like a dove on him.
1:11 And a voice came from heaven, “You are my Son, the Beloved; with you I am well pleased.”
1:12 And the Spirit immediately drove him out into the wilderness.
1:13 He was in the wilderness forty days, tempted by Satan; and he was with the wild beasts; and the angels waited on him.

De-escalate Not Denigrate


It’s a thing. A practice in deep listening. Check it out. Listen as you take in the words.
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gathering
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
In a matter of minutes, on bail was out walking
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears
Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now’s the time for your tears

 Truth is Stranger Than Can Possibly Be Imagined

The truth well told, as in this story of Hattie Carroll’s lonesome death, has a spotlight quality that reveals all, like the lightbox showing the organs and bones in an x-ray. The contrast between the two characters–haven’t we met these two but on more amiable terms in the fable about the householder and wife who switched roles for a day?
Did we not meet these two in the parable of Lazarus and Dives?

De-escalate: put out the fires. No time for blame-shifting

No Time to Weep

“On a whole other level.”

The cry of Hattie is still calling. Hattie, I presume, is in a better place now, which according to the song and to Bob Dylan she always was anyway “on a whole other level.” Her integrity is what calls out–“she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.” Her victimization is a sign that we continue crucifying the innocent after all these years of Christianity and endorsing murder and believing this is a civil, not even to mention righteous, society. Even today on the youtube comments on (different captures of) this song there is exculpatory whitewashing, like Hattie’s physical vulnerability meant she was just a little too prone to dying, for heaven’s sake, when you clobber her with your diamonds, your strength, your power. See you on the other side, Dives. She always was a Lazarus–who knew!–best friends with Abraham! Not the type that is prone to rolling over like a baby, the mother of 10. This is a true story.
Here is what is so confusing about this parable from the front pages. Behind the material, there is the spiritual.
This recreation of the crucifixion is a terrible thing to behold but what is more insidious is our blithe indifference as if this is just a thing that happens, so deal with it. It is not acceptable, yet this year the failure of humankind to get this kind of role-playing out of their system–while at the same time fighting over the juicier roles–has contributed in many ways and repeatedly in great loss, devastation and intensification of critical thresholds being crossed–too many too stunning to name if you do not have any idea already.
Personally, I’m appalled to find that the challenge before us could be reduced to such clarity that I could ask a friend contemplating the Need Not Want grassroots campaign, to choose:
  • a seat at the Zanzinger table or
  • a place for Hattie Carroll at the table.

We hold this balance, Team Zanzinger, Team Hattie, like some kind of brinksmanship. Waiting for a last-minute rescue? Or are we trying to shoot ourselves in the foot, and is that actually one of many methods to at least de-escalate: to shoot yourself in the hand rather than to take another’s life–yes! That is an improvement, human civilization. How about correcting back to self-interest now? Now would be good.