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Latest shows: 4-13-08, Creative Cosmos Radio - Dance Among the Stars 2-24-08, Christopher Moors on Red Ice Creations Radio - The Key to the Kingdom 2-10-08 "Journey to the East" - Christopher Moors on Occult of Personality Podcast
Featured Article: Positive DNA Codes Bolster the Spirit
Flood the people of a poverty stricken nation with goods instead of bombs and they will be sure to become friends. Where are we all running so fast? We need the oil to go to the job and do what? What is so gosh darn necessary? Are we accomplishing something for humanity? The details of reality are available for anybody. Our body-suits are vehicles for this 3D Earth existence. We also live in the astral realms and transcend the limitations of the doors opening outward (the senses). It is difficult not to get worked up when you awaken to the manipulations going on all around you. Bombarded with signs, symbols, and commands, we reinforce in each other these perceptions and agree on a generally common view of reality. We can see such things as ‘trees’ and ‘birds’ and ‘the sky with its clouds’ and the ‘starry night’. For the most part every human on Earth will have many common elements of understanding. It is about time to face that the Earth has had other children as well. We live in a galaxy outside the bounds of our time. Remove yourself from our worldly ‘advancement’ and ‘time period that now knows supposedly so much better than ever before’ perspectives. Look outside of the impressions of history. Other civilizations from other star systems and dimensions have most certainly been around this area of space before. It is beautiful, why would they not come to visit? Saturn, its rings and moons, are known far and wide throughout the Universe. Not all of the visitors are like the Reptilians or the Greys. Some are gentle and loving. The Arcturian, Pleiadian, and Sirian delegations have long been in support of humanity’s best interest. They must get more emphasis. Yes the Reptilian entities are diabolical and relentless, but they have not the power of Love or the Joy that comes from Friendship. The Pleiadians have sent many positive codes into your consciousness. This is part of the ascension. The Arcturian contribution helps activate latent DNA that balances the aspects being turned on by messages from the controllers. Sirians give you strength and heroism…bolstering the spirit and ability to persevere. ~Christopher Moors The Pearly Gates Press Series: Now available in single volumes or as one weighty tome.
Featured Music: Dance Suite by the improvisational group Cosmology Chris Moors, Sal Percoco, and Mike Powers Overture, Movement I, Movement II, Movement III, Movement IV Featured Video:
The Path of Enlightenment A through-composed Novel by Christopher Moors 9. Zoshu rushed across an overgrown prairieland in pursuit of butterflies and dreams. Alone and strong he bounded with excitement and enthusiasm. “Hey yooooou………” waved a blur from somewhere up ahead and to the right. “I want to talk to you.” Going with every flow, Zoshu veered toward the sound, jumped high in the air and came to rest with a solid, “Thud!” just in front a husky happy beast with a beard. It was a satyr with pants of hair, hooves, horns, and an old overcoat. He had a ram’s horn that he picked up to his lips and blasted a long tone in Zoshu’s face. “This is for your misdeeds friend,” the goat-man proclaimed before taking a deep breath and blasting him again. “Now what I wanted to ask you about…” he continued, “…was if you’d care to join me for a sip of nectar and chat about life for awhile...” Z was down with it, so he took a seat on a smooth astral igneous-style stone near the scamp satyr. “Good,” he said. “My name is Reginald Riverwood.” You will know me as a friend in the future,” he paused, “Like now!” He exploded with laughter and took up the ram’s horn. With thumb upon the blow hole, he turned it funnel side up and pulled out the flask that was tied around his waste. “It’s ‘Saturnz Moonshine’,” he waxed lovingly with a faraway look in his blue-green eyes as he filled the funnel with liquid luxury from the flask. “This was first shared with me by my Uncle Randal A. Riverwood. He sometimes works as a conjuror of Earth Elementals for astral farmers of light potatoes and crystal carrots. One of his clients runs a brewery on Hyperion and makes flasks of the golden substance available to all as gifts. Not wanting to be rude to his new buddy, Z grabbed the horn and hammered it all down. “No!” shouted Reginald, jumping up and rushing towards him. Z felt dizzy and fell over backwards. Reg leaned over him with furroughed brow and bellowed, “You’re supposed to sip it!” Zoshu was free falling through space now. Spinning and hurling nowhere fast, every direction seemed the same. There was a translucent glow in the air and occasional points of light rushing by. Then all sensation stopped. Somewhere on some level Z could hear a distant…drip….drip…..drip. There were shadows of many gods and an ancient feel in the ethos. Zoshu looked at his hand and it was a flipper. Shocked, he shook his head, gathered his wits and looked again. Still a flipper! “Sleep….sleep I must sleep…” Z thought to himself, but his mind was running too fast. Over and over it chanted thousands of mantras….different voices yakking infinite versions of the same tale. Every sound echoed louder and louder till it all synthesized in one giant hum. Zoshu released and dissipated into all of Existence. The presence of Jesus came over him and telepathically sent to his intuitive understanding a message of simple profundity, “What you are experiencing now is Christ Consciousness. God so loved the world that he gave all of us this possibility.” We have been awaiting your arrival.”
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The
pendulum is swinging back to center then rising once more. Indeed there are
many forces at work upon the Earth. Demons, Reptilians, or just the
Suppressed Subconscious; there is something dark and cloudy on our horizon.
Shall we pray now for the sun? Could we even believe it if the metaphorical
‘sun’ were to rise and the vice-like pressure we are under as a society were
to loosen? Are we going to simply give in to the shedding of rights as if
it is inevitable and unavoidable? 
