Rebirth of the Rampin Rider

It is time to respect the end of another cycle round the sun. I now direct my intentions and actions to this upcoming cycle. With nothing but animal awareness and learned skills, honed to an edge of sharpness, I need to cut through the fog and mists that cloud consciousness and form walls of fear and doubt, that block confidence. I must plot a course amid too much information that erupts from the new Tower of Babel caused by careless technological advances.

Life has a way of altering its path. It is time to think for myself and nurture the warm feeling that is craved—not as addictive hunger that is never filled- but as a deaf and dumb animal who must reset the trajectory.We are marking another era that has been dreamed of, and colliding vector forces often alter the trajectory. I am bound to establish the trajectory that unites fragments of genetic information that have been passed on, and those that have been resurrected and recreated by epigenetic influences, to understand messages from the stars and what research I can comprehend. The roadmap is vague and full of riddles.

After witnessing most of my life, I have learned to listen to the messages of lifetimes of befores, and see what glimpses of my youthful innocence still remain. Some say that a glimpse of the spirit of love is an illusion that disappears with time. Others say is an ever-fixed mark. There are many different realities, there is only one reality. The particle and the wave are one. Separate wavelengths of light blend to make the colour white that is reflected in a blinding glow or are absorbed into a dark heaviness of a black hole that threatens to suck in everything beyond known existence.

I want to test for myself, that love is a force of attachment, that is driven by powers beyond comprehension, choice, or compulsion. I am bound to test my definition of love, and unite my path with the mark. In Hebrew, to sin means to miss the mark. The spirit understands how love, fear and forgiveness can form Chaos that is part of the unknown that can briefly turn into order.

It is time for me to be an archer and recalibrate how to hit the mark as thoughts follow the lines of force and pass through symbols that appear in a repeating story so they can lead to a better end. In Hebrew, to sin is to miss the mark. In mathematics, sin is a shortened description of sine, the ratio of the length of the opposite side to that of the hypotenuse in a right-angled triangle.

The world we live in is in an exponential acceleration phase. We humans function much like the magpie, whose coat represents life and death, and whose call, can spread a message that is heard. In a game of telephone, the magpie resurrects the beat of the immortal drum. Their song holds the pulse of the calm winds of consciousness from regeneration of a mind that speaks after the head has been cut off of the body. Frantic energy and pulsing pressure waves within cultures meets with tranquility that lead to rebirth.

Humans hear and listen to the words of the ‘talking head'. The band that stems from about fifty years ago, have recently respected they have explored autism. The spectrum of this developmental disorder includes exhibiting symptoms of repetitive behaviour. The talking heads originally included the cephalophores St. Denis of Paris, Nicaise’s of Rheims, St. Cuthbert, St Bridget, the warrior Donn-Bo Baethgalach, Eliphias and Oliver Plunket.

I am part of those who belong to the Vocal plus. My voice echoes through silent words with black etchings upon this white page. They let me punctuate my thoughts of the past and wishes for the future. They hold the potential of immortality.

I am on an odyssey, where I must face the unknown with strength and cunning and be open to the opportunities of the moment. This year I will seek that elusive memory of peace, with love that helps deal with the volcanic eruptions of emotions that cascade from deep within the core. I want to unite with greater powers, of the stars and planets, that reveal the cycle of birth, death and rebirth. I will continue to develop the skills to unite the divine infinite spoken of in spiritual ideals of a sacred way of living to reality and address the immortal human condition where life is a death sentence.

I will continue to explore tales of the Holy Grail, a myth that stems from the vase of Hermes, a vessel that carries the elixir of immortality. It also is called the Devil’s cauldron and the Qliphoth, (the shells around an earthenware vessel that carries nature’s wisdom that ranges from experiencing and dealing with emotions from comfort to sorrow). The vessel holds the seeds that have been harvested and transformed into a cloying treacle that can become the healing electuary of ambrosia that relieves pains of hunger and connects to the vital essence of the living spark. The vessel holds the Summa bonum, the highest good and delivers mana with nourishment for the soul that radiates rings of fire that burn sweetly in the heart and sears it as it is torn away. The vessel permits resurrection that speaks sweetly to the value of the dignity of man.

It is my rite of passage to keep the souls of the ancestral sun gods awake and alive. I am born of stardust. I respect Asteria, the goddess of falling stars and nighttime divinations such as oneiromancy- by drams – and astrology- by stars. She holds the Soma that connects the paths of souls and spirits that flow along the constellation Eridanus, the river god of Hyperborea. Asteria was the sacrificial victim to the Bull faced Minotaur. She was the Amazon who mothered Hercules. She was one of the Alcyoniidae who was transformed into a kingfisher. In myth, Zeus disguised as a kingfisher, chases her. Zeus is Jupiter, the good shepherd, the gas giant whose 40-year orbit signifies new life, new growth, transformation and change in Sacred scriptures throughout the world. In a tricky mathematical puzzle, it is possible to establish a balance, for a mass of forty, by using a mass of one, and the sacred number three to the power three, 3,9,27.

We are given some tools and we need to use them as best we can.Repeating twice told stories are written in the stars. Red threads follow a storyline and bind lovers through time and space. Ariadne gave Theseus a spool of red thread to help his liberation from the Minotaur’s labyrinth. This did not prevent him from abandoning her and choosing to abduct Helen and cause the Trojan War. However, Dionysius recognized Ariadne’s value.

Dionysius was twice born. First Zagreus, the son of Zeus was torn apart by the Titans. Zeus placed Zagreus' intact heart, into his thigh. From it emerged the twice born Dionysius who could inspire ecstasy and was known to become drunk and frantically chaotic. He was said to be an incarnation of a bull from which bees spontaneously emerge. Dionysius and Osiris, were both reborn as Epaphus or Apis, the Sacred Bull and son of Hathor according to Mnaseus. They are the gods of resurrection that spontaneously generates bees The guiding north star, is moving, but Gilgamesh, also known as Orion, still fights the Bull Taurus and Sirius, the dog star, the star of Isis and companion of Orion, accurately measures time through space.

The wheel of Dharma, seen on coins Greeks, suggests Greeks had training in Rime principles of Tibetan Buddhists and Mahayana that realizes there is no one absolute path. Ariadne’s fate is not certain. She may have been killed, committed suicide, or married Dionysius. In the latter case, when she died Dionysius threw Ariadne into the heavens and she became the Corona Borealis. Ariadne was the mother of Oenopia. The mathematician Oenopia used knowledge from Egyptian priests to share the predicted time of arrival of the Great Year, when the position of the sun and moon repeat. This year I must continue to discover the many paths.

Mankind moves like zombies, pulled by imaginary forces of belief and propaganda, that suggests there is a best way to move with the flow. The hungry spirits take what they can and transform. Their convictions can cure what ails the soul or be a poison. The ancient gods followed the cycles of the heavens. In a changing world we can see that the universe is alive, and acts like a connected nerve.

I have witnessed the power of the Gardener of Eden, who respected why some people consider God may be a creative mathematician. The Gardener of Eden understood the importance of the weakest of forces through which the gods deliver the message of rebirth and new creation. The new message strengthen convictions of the faithful in mankind.

My RaBear introduced me to the Rampin Rider of early Greek sculptures, The archer riding a horse has an archaic smile infused with a sense of well-being. John Fowles describes the smile in ‘The Magus’. It is “timelessly intelligent and timelessly amused… because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is...that is the smile that... when I die, I shall have by my bedside… It is the last human face I want to see.” I am RaBears archer, I am the vessel. It is my intention to share the elixir that nourished my soul so that it might nourish others.

According to the doomsday calendar of January 2024, we are 90 seconds from the end of mankind’s reign. I believe some of mankind will survive. It will require developing love, the attachment to self and others, nature and the universe. Love will be at the root of those bound to be twice born. I will look to find how to best let the heart of Zagreus, that honours the serpentine sine waves, listen to the music of Orpheus and appreciate the mysteries of the tools of Pythagoras, and others, to help set trajectories that are pure and true.



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