Gardens of Gold

I got some instructions from a friend Jeff Casper, who was working on me in the Aluna worlds, he heard “hands down”.

Then I saw a vision of Jesus with his arms outstretched left and right, and he bought his arms down rapidly to his side, and slapped his thighs. So that was a visual “arms down”.

When fighting in the Aluna Mirrror World laying on a bed say, watching those inner hell worlds, fighting the ghouls, one has to have one’s arms up. But fighting made my hands dark as there is a lot of black goop and dross down there—fascist spit I call it. But now in future from here on out, I need to have my hands clean and bright for the healings.

So “hand down” is a signal to stop fighting.

I’ll miss it dreadfully, even though the pain of the ghoul hits was terrible.

When I was a kid we’d go to the pub on a Saturday night and have fights with other roughneck and misfits who were as bored as we were. It served a purpose, as it taught me how to hold my ground and be brave, which is what I have said you should do when confronted by human ghouls in 3-D, or in the other worlds.

So the fighting gene has been in my body for 50 years or so. Maybe the gene will incarnate as a warrior at some later date. That is the only hope for it, as now it is consigned to a deck chair on the beach with a knotted handkerchief on its head.

As the Aluna fighting calmed down, I saw the golden Elysian fields of the Nordic gods, over and over—dimensions of pure gold, and I saw gardens of gold where the flowers, plants, birds and trees are all gold. This pic here doesn’t really do credit to the way the golden gardens look, as they are bright gold, shining so bright you can hardly look at them.

Give up fighting with people if you are in conflicts and head to the golden gardens, and we’ll sit on a bench and watch the gold butterflies fly past. And we’ll bet on which gets to the bridge first.