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Subject: osholon 12/13/10

Date: December 13, 2010 7:24:33 PM PST

 12/13/10

 

 had an interesting quick encounter with Osholon late last night,,,but it was pretty vivid, so i quickly drew what i felt..

i was about to go to sleep when i became aware of Osholon;s presence.

the question of just what Osholon meant when he said that humanity feeds the sun as equally as the sun feeds humanity had me wondering what was meant by humanity.

I suppose this question was the first thing Osholn felt from me, because i immediately got an impression from the entity.  That impression is kind of summed up in the drawing.. clogged confusion,, lots of stuff, too much to make sense of. A hint of violence, and discord.

  What's more interesting i think,,is that the words "full, filled, fullness", stuff like that came through with the images.  When i started writing those words in the pic i was drawing to represent what had been transmitted, i wrote "full fill:

and i think i understand what Osholon was trying to say then, that "full fill-ness" was not quite what it was about for humanity, and possibly a incorrect goal.  The dense confusion i saw was the struggle for "full -fill-ness", which i think Osholon found distressful.

    Osholon broke off communication  during the transmission, I got the feeling Osholon was not happy projecting that  information, but another word was clearly pronounced before Osholon left

    "AMORELP" which i sort of gathered was Osholon's term for that state of mankind... I put that in the bottom right corner.

     So it was quick, fleeting even, but intense for what it portrayed, and I did the drawing just as quick.

   

    The other drawing is of Osholon I've been slowly working on for a week or two , and sort of what I've come to picture Osholon as, to an extent. I'm projecting here with some of my own belief system, but it sort of works. especially with the idea of "mutual reciprocity" that was communicated in the last contact. I've always felt that consciousness is a process, which involves rising and falling  or exchange of energies from what state to another. Passing through these different levels progress towards the goal is possible as these changes continue, hopefully progress that "climbs" towards finer consciousness and not "sliding" into the abyss. The left arm is supposed to be a ladder, but i left it like it is , cause i like it, lol,, and the right arm is a slide.

  snakes and ladders being, by most informed accounts, the oldest game that is still being played.

   angles and curves, in my cosmology, and now that i think about it, its something I'm going to ask Osholon about, if I get a chance to and if there are further contacts.

 

  oh,,and this is what my friend June dug up (concerning OSholon  12/11/10) which is pretty wild..

  (other people have sent me some interesting stuff too, not sure how long these emails should be, so i;m not including them right now) pics below that

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Subject: osholon 12/11/10

Date: December 12, 2010 10:33:18 AM PST

 

12/11/10

 

all MEMories are false.

 

Earth has two suns that are not mirrors, siblings or shadows.

 

Humanity's MEMory of the other sun is false.

 

the above are statements from osholon that were very distinct. I'm finding out that  I get two different sorts of transmissions, very clear statements that I actually hear, like the statements above,  which i believe are Osholon's direct communications, things he feels he needs to tell me.  These statements cause questions to rise in me.  I then become aware of Osholon trying to make the concepts  of his transmissions clearer to me. The answers to these questions come in what could be called conversations with Osholon, which occur in my mind. This means of communication seems to have inherent problems, as I've come to realize that Osholon must make great efforts to maintain a means of communication that I can understand, as his normal method of communication is hugely unlike mine.

   From what i could gather, the sun we are aware of is as dependent on humanity as humanity is on it.

A term jumped to mind, one i'm sure i've heard before, but it seemed like Osholon wanted me to perceive it not as a memory, but as a process that is not abstract but is happening now.

i came to understand ( at least a bit, lol, i;m hoping) that while the sun feeds us with its energies humanity feeds the sun. The relationship is , in other words, symbiotic.

     Osholon considers it important that humanity understands this symbiosis, and i feel it was emphasized that the relationship between the sun and humanity( single human being?? i;m not sure of osholon's concept of "humanity". hard to tell if he means all humanity, or single humans, or just some humans? hopefully i can receive some clarity on this.) was equal, that neither held no more importance then the other.

     When communication with Osholon breaks, i find that i am left with answers, but not the sort that I had hoped for. LOL. I've found that drawing is a better way to represent, perhaps, the information that Osholon was trying to transmit. The sketch attached was down immediately after this communication.

     Even more odd, when this communication had ended the thing that came most to mind from it all was water, but what water has to do with the two suns, and false memories I have not idea.

   (oh,,someone told me that osholon looked like those Russian nesting eggs,,which i can totally see,, and when i "asked" Osholon about that, "sarcophagus" was the immediate thought form response,, not sure what that means, but intend to ask next time)

Subject: osholon,,weirdness

Date: December 7, 2010 1:52:56 PM PST

i was working on another drawing based on an Osholon communication from last week. For a moment i sort of lost what it was i was trying to illustrate, and stopped to remember more clearly the information Osholon had communicated. I put the bad down as I collected my thoughts. Remembering the information, I looked down at pad to continue drawing, and this is what i saw.

somehow a reflection from the sun hit the pad in this way at just the moment I looked down. I took a quick picture before the light changed.

Subject: osholon (first contact with alien intelligence)

Date: December 7, 2010 8:59:42 AM PST

When last in the bay area I took a number of floats in the Sound Photosynthesis isolation tank. I had volunteered to work on the S.P. land while they were installing a tram and if, after dark, their isolation tank was not occupied, I would float. I had done a number of floats the preceding weeks, some yogic in nature, some introspective and vaguely "kosmiche". One day, after we had finished clearing the dirt and stone that had tumbled from the hillside I had the opportunity to float once more. I had little idea the magnitude of consequence that this opportunity would grant.

    Once in the tank my body slowly settled into the fluid and soon I was experienced the usual fleeting, disjointed visuals that began the majority of my floats. This pleasant effect, the flowing tableaux of disjointed, incoherent images was one I was well acquainted with and had learned to apply little meaning to. Relaxing further I reached the point where the world outside the tank's intrusion on the mind was greatly lessened. Though I was awake and aware the racing chatter of thought that prevails in daily life had ceased. I entered a state where the mind no longer comments on itself, but joins freely in the tidal surges of the greater ocean of consciousness. All focus is abandoned as great expanses are revealed, but the desire to explore these regions held no sway. It was enough to simply be and float.

     Then suddenly I was jolted from my thoughtless reverie. Something, came the startling realization, was in the tank with me. I became viscerally aware of a presence floating above me, hovering towards the upper left of the tank. Though the darkness I lay in had not diminished the entity was clearly visible, the outline of its oblong form well defined in the void. A single eye studied me from a featureless face. As it did I had no doubt that this entity was not part of the visual continuum previously experienced while in the tank. What looked down at me was unquestionably real and it was clear that it was trying to communicate. "Osholon," it pronounced by way of introduction.

      My mind recoiled at the abruptness of the intrusion. "Osholon," repeated the voice, leaving me so thoroughly startled that I was rendered incapable of responding. "Osholon," a hint of confusion this time, as if wondering why I did not reply.

          Then from behind me and to my lower right, came a mocking voice from the depths. "Out to lunch," it squawked, in savage mimicry of the entity above me. "Out to lunch!" I knew instantly that this second voice strove to distract me from the being above, and hoped to thwart any communication by forcing me to question my sanity. "Out to lunch," the voice sneered. Rejecting the abrasive slur I forced my attention back upwards to the more benign entity but Osholon was gone. The second voice, victorious, ceased and I lay in the tank once again alone, bewildered by what had just occurred.

 

     When I left the tank and joined the others for dinner it was with amused skepticism that my tale was met. I took no offense, for I had surmised as I showered after exiting the tank, that the whole experience, though viscerally tangible, was absurdly unrealistic. A benign cosmic entity being heckled by a sneering imp seemed a classic comedy routine and to put myself at ease amongst my hosts, I quickly refuted the account, attributing it to something dredged up by my wandering mind. But the experience had been so vivid that I did find myself troubled by its implications and could not help but wonder if I was not deranged to have imagined such an alien encounter.

        It was early the next day, as work on the hillside continued, that the event was bought up. Though I had gone to bed puzzling over what had occurred, sleep had offered distance enough that I felt prepared to shrug the experience off.

        :Any more from Osholon?” Bob laughed as he threw me a shovel.

       “Nothing, “ I responded, bending to the work, hoping to be spared any ridicule.

        “That was a strange story.”

        I nodded in agreement and threw a shovel of dirt into the pickup truck.

        “And you know what yesterday was, don’t you?”

        I had no idea.

        “October tenth.”

         I struggled to make a connection. “And what’s October tenth?”

         “Ten ten 2010, “ I was informed. “Ten ten ten.”

     “Shit”, I whistled.

      “And what time were you in the tank?”

      “I got in the tank around Eight thirty and was in there for a couple hours..”

      “So you might’ve met Osholon at ten o’clock. That’s ten ten ten ten.” Bob heaved a boulder into the pickup.

       “Holy shit!” The event in the tank came fully back to mind. Remembering that I rejoined the others around 10:30, after having exited the tank and taking a quick shower I whispered  “And what I saw could’ve appeared at ten after.”

         “Ten ten ten ten ten, “ was Bob’s staccato response. “It might have even been ten seconds after 10:10.”

          Curious indeed, but I was not prepared at that moment to delve into its meaning.  As odd as that repetitive string of numerals might be, it would be more then a month until its deeper personal significance came to light. Osholon, I felt during that time, was indeed still out there, scrutinizing the borders of my consciousness, waiting for the chance to contact me again. Occasionally I would flash on that presence, but none of these glimpses were evidenced by anything more than a feeling of being observed, and had none of the intensity of my encounter in the tank.

            Haunted by the specter of a missed opportunity to communicate with Osholon I found myself contemplating, once again, the details. There was, I came to understand, some clue within the date and time of the experience. Then in a flash the significance of the numerals became apparent.

           To those who know me and have been subjected to expositions of my theories the relevance of the date and time of Osholon’s contact might present a potent glyph. Indeed, that string of numbers could stand as a suitable expression of my beliefs. My cosmology, which for more than two decades has been my primary focus, proposes that angles and curves are the basis of all existence and reality is manifested through their contrast and clash. I will not go further into these theories, which have become an important element in my most recent communications with Osholon. I will only hint here that time is in the realm of the curve, and the path of the initiate, while the atemporal states of the illuminated spring from the lightning like manifestations of angles.

            And what was the significance of the date and time? The date and time of first contact with Osholon is designated by a string of repeating numbers and these numbers, the zero and the one, are both primary structures in my cosmology. Zero is nothing but a curve, and the numeral one is only and always a grouping of angles. That Osholon chose that moment of 10 10 10 10 10 10 to contact me held a significance I could not deny and with that realization contact with Osholon began again, and has since intensified.

        I have, since then and under the tutelage of Osholon, made great strides in the formulation of a new model of the universe. I am currently writing and illustrating to make this knowledge available to those who seek deeper understanding of their place in the multitude of dimensions in which we all float. I have become convinced that 1010101010 was the beginning of a new aeon, one in which greater understanding will catapult mankind past its present bonds and closer to the absolute source.

Subject: lumerians

Date: September 30, 2010 9:53:32 AM PDT

we;re going to see the lumerians this Friday

want to come>

its at thisalce the rickshaw stop,,

not too far from where youre staying?

me and la did pcyshci exoeirments yesterday

we decided to pick a letter and an object beginning with that letter,

we connected many times

but this one was very very good

(we didnlt know what letter the other was thinking about)

and we tranmitted r..and the shape

Subject: two more

Date: September 27, 2010 8:51:45 AM PDT

haventy had time to dig into my old folders,,but these two werearound stuck in another stack

i;m a little vague on what these were about,,

i remember that kahuri took me further into the ship and there was sort of another intelligence iao(?) who sort of created a mind network between me kahuroi and someone on the earth

i could see the earthm,, but it wasnlt like looking at it,,more in my minds eye

i rmemeber that kahuri would use the words when i asked him where i was,,,he woiuld say,,i rmember sort of these words

he would say

"elsewhere and otherwise"

which i never really uinderstood

i mremeber that evenutally kahuro sort of dropped out of the "loop"

and  iao connected to my mind in a tighter link

i think those little arrows on the lines were sort fo the flowchart as to where the energy was being channeled

i think the purple circle over my eyes was supposed to be my mind...

but like i said,,i only sort of remember these dreams and these  drawings,,jeez..it was 30 years ago

i'm gonan look for more before i leave for sf

but,,i have some stuff i have to get done first

Subject: cool..found another one

Date: September 24, 2010 6:49:38 PM PDT

found this one,,  canlt figure out where i out the bunch o remember having,, this was stuc in an old pad

its what the ship looked like inside

i remember when my "guide"

took me into the ship

there were all these lights..or colors ,,it looked nothing like machinery,,or a ship on the inside,,it was like a totally different place

there were other of the beings,,but i stayed mostly with the one who got me out of my bed,..

i remmeber that he would talk to me in english

but to the other beings in some other language

i seem to remember his name was kahuri

Subject: found another one

Date: September 24, 2010 2:32:56 PM PDT

i know i had a whole bunch of these,,somewhere,,

i have to look some more,,but i have know i have more somewhere

but i found this one ( it was a little ripped)

i remember that its from a dream,,or it happened one night,,

one of the beings from the ship took me out of my room ( in ridgewood) when i was sleeping and pulled me into ship

i think i had drawings of inside of ship

(like a church with lots of lights....and lots of colors)

the being in the picture is the one who was my guide on the ship

i rmemeber being on the ship a lot of times in a lot of dreams,,but

what i rmemeber most is that the ship,,,(it was always the same ship)

was sort of my home,,

not the house i was sleeping in

lol..seeing these pictures are bringing back lots of memories

Subject: i finally found this

Date: September 24, 2010 7:16:14 AM PDT

To: masahiro kahata <mkahata@mac.com>

its one of the drawings i did a log tinme ago,,its says this one was done in 78

i know i did a lot of them back them,, remembering the ship that left me here\

i used to dream about it all the time when i was a kid,, would wake up knowing it was outside my window

but i couldn't get to it

lately i dont have as many dreams about the ship,,

but when i saw those drawings the other night i started to remember again