The Mayet Method & System of Hor’Ver© La Diameld©
The Mayet Method & System of
Hor’Ver© La Diameld©
The act of duplicating images and flipping the copies before melding them again to the original with lowed opacity on top levels.
Because I follow my natural instincts in work, I often do things in reverse, I always have. I found that strange about myself. 1980 all my friends were speed skate champs and figure skating champs and here was lil me, carving up the best and becoming a backward skating champ. Today that skill comes in handy when reverse parking.
So I saw the ThoTh book in reverse from the first time I looked at it. That started my quest of looking at the book a little bit different.
The Mayet Method & System of
Hor’Ver© La Diameld©
the act of duplicating an image and flipping it either, or and Horizontally, vertically, laterally, diagonally and then meld them together, lowering the opacity of the top layer to 50%. Can be used with one image or multiple. Most of my images here and other sites have been created using just the Hor’Ver© method but there is some amazing ones created as mandala’s as per the gallery below
Why did I do this?
See the Epistle of the Eye in I
which explains how the eye sees an image in the conscious as with the sub conscious.
This began my work of Hor’Ver with other great works of art, including the Amazing Mona Lisa Secret’s exposed by my Hor’Ver method of the temple door, the DOGGOD and the central serpent eye.
- You are welcome to use the Mirror Of Mayet images for reference and study purposes. For all commercial and business use please email astrologist at gmail.
IIX Injustice
When Justice turns into Injustice well
here I am
What is balance becomes inbalance
What is imbalance becomes balance
When the heart was weighed against Maat’s Feather, the heart had to balance…
not be too heavy or too light. The heart had to have innocence.
No buying your way in by “doing good” and going to church on Sunday’s folks
how is your heart going?
Other Article and EpistleS By MAYET
In the beginning — Creation Egypt Style with Maat and Thoth and their sun Ra
XX The Aeon Hor’ver
The Aeon Hor’ver Unveiling Nun Self Birthing the Universe
Note the squatting Legs, Pendulous Breasts.
Note inside her swollen belly is a power system.
Trust
Trust.
A word of faith.
All our lives we get told to trust
To have faith
Trust our Archons
Trust our RULERS
Trust our Leaders
Trust Jesus construct
Trust God
Trust what we are told is the TRUTH
But sometimes we forget to trust the most important person of all
We forget to Trust ourselves
By handing over trust to others we stop trusting in our own mind heart and spirit.
Words are fascinating things “TRUSSED” is “TRUST” when you “trust” someone you are effectively “being “trussed” yourself by your faith. You are held in the bonds and chains of that trust.
Trust is Trussed
Tied Up Trapped Trussed Trust
We are effectively trussed by our trust in others.
We trust what they say to us
We trust they are telling us the truth
We trust they are right
We trust that everything will be ok
Is that Wise??
Ah a question.
You all know me, I am full of questions.
So that leads me to my main point.
Should we trust or question?
Should we go through life and trust what others tell us is true?
Or should we question life for ourselves?
Explore for ourselves?
Should we rely and trust in others?
Have faith? Have trust?
Or should we grow our trust in ourselves
Blind Trust effectively leaves us Blindly Trussed
Tied up
Trapped
Powerless
We hand over our power
we hand over our faith
we hand over our trust
We hand over control.
and by doing all that we lose our instinct
Over the past two thousand years we have been told to trust
Trust God
Trust Our Leaders
Trust Our Elders
Now today we have no instinct
We have no trust of ourselves
We may believe but we do not know
We may trust but we are not certain
We have faith but no proof
We are blinded by trust
So we don’t question
We are herded like faithful trusting lambs to the slaughter
We trust others
but how fatal is it?
To not trust ourselves
Aura’s
red and yellow and pink and blue
purple and orange and crimson too
and then there is the color forgot
the vital aqua aura just for you
To Be Published here 18 January 2025
The Touch
The Touch of a Feeder
to be published here 21 January 2025
Avatar & Adventures of the Arch of The Crow
Avatar & Adventures of the Arch of The Crow
The Crow
To be Published 21st January 2025
sometimes I CAN be early
IT’s name is ? — Compliments of Simon Lieman
You Are Subject to IT daily, every day, every month and every year of your life.
You know IT is happening because you are not stupid, but you don’t quite know how IT is happening, what IT is or if IT is real or if IT is just a figment of your imagination.
In Good and Bad News, It Exists, IT is real, It is happening and IT has a name and associated databank of epic biblical proportions..
IT’s name is NLP. and I am going to introduce it to you via an avatar of reality. Simon The Eager.
To Be Published here
Thirsty As Bro
You know those people that look at you as if they want to eat you? They do
Place Marker to be published 12 January 2025
Tolerance Paradox. The Dangers Of The Tolerance Paradox In a Community of Today
Coming 11/January/2025
Beware The GreenMan Part 1 the Weave
Type — Master of Illusion
Other Names — False Fool
— Wandering Weaver
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on new years night i was feeling pretty good. Rains had cleared and I had gone back to the billabong.. I even took my neighbour Paul there to show him what the floodwaters had done to the billabong on my evening visit. ooh that reminds me, I tried to tape that day but couldn’t because after I would ask paul if he could be quiet while I taped, each time he would start talking in his “weave” so I gave up.
I said “I asked you to be quiet while I was taping, it was only for a minute but you couldnt respect that. I knew he was high but he wasnt badly high, I have seen him worse. but he was “weaving” and I could see it. At that time, it was something curious to me but it wasn’t until after the events of the “Green Man” and I spoke to other women, that knowledge turned into understanding.
So let me tell you about the Green Man, the master of illusion. But first here is that dude clip failed 9 seconds in by someone who’s one job was to not talk for a minute. Pauly has no car through a comedy of self enforced errors. His big nisson 4wd died from a serious lack of care. I couldn’t believe it lasted that long with the noises and hissing and farting and coughing it did.
After I called him on not being quiet while I was taping, he got all petulant and started mocking me “oh she was taping she said” he reached out his arm to me and then pulled it back saying ” oh don’t touch me, that’s right she said not to touch her” and he looked at me and said, well I am going for a swim then and he turned his back to me and walked to the side of the billabong.
This was a big key and will unravel in this and part 2 and 3. ” Oh dont touch me, that’s right, she said not to touch her”.
he was “weaving” and I wasn’t tuning in and he stood in the water and was talking to himself and he said “I am just going to put you on my back and we will go through here and do this”
I said “Stop Pauly, I do not care if you are joking being real or in some fantasyland, I ride no mans, no woman’s, no anyone’s back, i might ride near you for a bit like this adventure but I ride alone, you know that. Respect that and please do not try and attach me. Now i am leaving in a about five mins. I want to go home”.
“oh don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me” Fine I will stay here and pray in silence. he said ..
that half madness of talking and half communication made me think i was going mad about my boundaries.. was I being too stiff and self righteous? Should I just relax and ignore my instincts?
I’m thinking great please do be silent PUHLEESE .. so Paul starts praying .. and there is no silence at my billabong .. Pauly is praying out loud, like minister on the pulpshit loud. So loud that even the cows on the other side of the river paddocks could hear every word as they slowly chewed their cud and contemplated the loudly orating Greenman.
he’s getting louder and louder .. and now he’s looking from the side to see if i am listening.. WTFtard head game is this?
How could I not listen to that drone. Pauly’s voice had taken on a strange sharpness now .….… he was talking to his father god about some lady he visited ..
I just thought/presumed that shit gets me every time)that he meant old Barbara in number 14 who he gets all dressed up to the nines to go and have dinner with ..
he was kissing his crucifix around his neck while he was talking what i call green man “fantasy weaving” about this “lady” he visits and him apologizing to her if his “father” could help him and forgive him. and how he had done this lady wrong and then it flipped into him liking this lady that he did wrong to and he needed his fatehrs help to forgive him and help this lady to like him..but it was all up to father..
ahhh dafuq?
I’m standing there at my Zen billabong, thinking fuck this i don’t need to hear your fake ass prayers .. or “the weave” that you are trying to catch me in.
so I wandered upstream a bit to move away from him and he got louder .. none of it made sense, however but the few things that did make sense, seemed to be more about me with key bits about me, then he would switch to her, and then back to me and I’m thinking wtf now its me he’s talking about.. I realise now the fixation of a predator and those key links that people miss, I missed until now that are the danger for people, especially those bought up with manners. That Tolerance Paradox again. Acceptance over boundaries.
Back at the billabong, I just couldn’t get away from his voice and his “weave” ..if I turned to go up one track he would turn and start “praying” at the direction.
I felt an intangible dark threat that I hadn’t felt before so I walked over to my car and said come on Pauly i am going home now and I got in nitro jumped in and i started the car..
He turned and stared at me, still leaning on the tree next to the water, he did that for about 30 seconds and then finally came over to snow but she wouldn’t get in the car so he started to get really angry with her which made her back off more
That surprised me to see the anger and looking back on it now, there is still something I missing in my picture. She finally got in and I drove off, he started straight away but I shut him off and said Pauly I just want to get home i am tired and its dinner time.
He started again but this time on how pushy I was to rush him home after I had invited him, and how he couldn’t go for a swim now because of my “bad mood” and I was being a cunt. A year ago I would of taken that onboard and thought I was being a cunt, however, I am over it. Getting labeled from standing my ground, standing with morals, telling people truth and being fair then being stood all over for doing so and therein lays the boonbane of standing with truth which will become clearer as time goes on.
I said hey you can walk home, it is only 2ks. I have told you before I do not want to be around you when you are hi like this. I’m zen you are flying and never the twain shall meet. So lets just leave it there ok.
I didn’t bother to let him know the only reason he was in the car was for Snow after he had pestered me all day every day for weeks to take him there when i go, so this time it was near dusk, I had already been there for an hour or so that morning and I just wanted to grab a quick vid of the running water, as I hadn’t taken my phone earlier.
he kept trying to start to weave on the way back but each time i would say I’m tired Pauly, i just want to get home. I pulled into the complex and drove up to his unit..I stopped and said catch you later.
he just sat there, thinking and staring at me. I could see the clock ticking and wheels turning. I realise now he was looking for a new in. I realize now as I watch it all again in Video full colour forwards backward slow motion and fast forward..
I am grateful for that ability. Now I see the scariness that I didn’t see before in my naive thoughts that everyone would be like me in the heart.
I don’t always catch things when they happen, usually for good reason. Sometimes a blank expression is the best presentation and if I haven’t seen it, I haven’t registered it and my face has not shown that recognition. Later as I sit and do the post mortem on various things, like here I have full clarity and recall of the event. This time I look at their faces their expressions their thoughts and what they are REALLY saying.
I am watching his face as he looked at me, I can see it growing tiny into sharp focus on one thing me, and fish hooks he had in my to tug on.. Not many.
once again he reached over to touch and pulled back sharply with his childish voce saying the same rhetoric he always spits out “oh sorry she said not to touch her.. speaking in third person..
that is his weave jumping from one to the other, pulling you into his weave and I found out later from others about his other key “the touch”. Learn all about that horror here
See once before when he was high he came to my unit door for something and I was stunned, I don’t often see Auras but this day he was in a heightened state and a ugly crimson chalky aura was traveling along through his skin as he talked in tune to what I call now “the weave.. it is similar to the one i see on my daughters but theirs is beautiful like Kiras aqua one when she gets all excited. … this was an ugly dank colour on paul.. Find Aura’s here in my aural epistle
around that same time he bought a painting to me and said I had to hang it for him in my home because he had painted it himself. I looked at the painting and shuddered. The frustration the rage and anger anger oozed from every stroke.. it glowed a chaotic anger .. I said no thanks, to Pauly, and i said i could see anger in it and I wouldn’t put anger in my home..
and he said, totally without realising WHAT he was saying
“oh no, when I first started painting it I was really angry but I was happy again when I was painting and finishing it see, its good, I want you to hang it here”
some people do not know about energy or pretend not to so i just left it at that and left the painting against the wall in the front room that I wasn’t using.
thinking back now ouch.… hell happened on in that room after the painting arrived and then had moved on to a new home..
and then another memory that just came back .. my planet paintings.. I scrapped many and some I put in a second pile, to be edits, repainted, improved later and they were lying under my spray table in my outdoor studio and Pauly picked two up and said Ill take these, You don’t want them.. and he picked up two I had scrapped because .. purpose, I know what is inside me .. I painted them after a 6 month campaign of terror and being held hostage. I painted all that emotion into those works so much so you could see the red blood spatters all over the painting..I made sure I burned them that night.
I said no one touches those they will be burned.
I remember now thinking then oh jeez out of thirty or so canvases sitting there you pick the two with anger spells in them to be burned on the stake and destroyed not passed on to spread that rage and perpetuate it.…
All of my paintings are painted with love and I always feel chuffed to see that love spread and someone pick my work to hang in their space.
Then Paul said something that shocked me. He said you know that painting you gave me last christmas of the planets.
wow, I said why did you do that… and he said, I had the shits with you when you came back from Cairns and accused me of being in your house and I hated you so I burnt them.
and this is where the Tolerance Paradox comes into play and the dangers over acceptance over truth. Please Click Link to read my take on the dangers of the Tolerance Paradox especially in a Pagan healing damaged community.
At the time, two to three years ago. I was very damaged, an adulthood of beatings, gaslighting and having everything I have created stolen, I had just lost my husband to cancer, I had been accused of murdering him because two of my husbands had died previously, I was evicted the week of his funeral after asking more time to pay my rent as i had just lost half my income and the husband earning it.
His children broke into my caravan where I lived and stole my personal things and then his daughter came with a posse of about 30 to the park I lived at and demanded me come out of the van where nitro and i were sitting shaking so she could punch my head in for killing her dad *note number 2 on the eviction notice /causing a disturbance. Then i had the big brother standover man drug dealer “call me” because he wanted to speak to me about refusing to give his sister my husbands ashes.
Lets just say . horrendous times.. I lived in a tent for a year in the middle of floods and covid in a day in and day out survival mode before coming here. I had moved away from my children to give them autonomy so this is the first time EVER I have been alone in life without a man “to protect me” or family to do the same.
I was vulnerable, very and as strong as I am, I had deep wounds I need to lick and heal. So it was a given that SOMEONE would take advantage, it comes with the territory of givers and takers, but what shocked me is how many takers there are today.
I’d say I would of had VICTIM in neon lights above my head. Nah I know I did.
A few months back I walked into My Magickal Mess at Howard near Hervey Bay qld, and said Hi to an old friend and witch Cindy. She was talking to a couple of witch little old ladies who reminded me of some tv show somewhere, so Archy, I mean they were so Archy that they saw my bald head and tiny frame and both sidled up to me twisting their hands together with glee, reaching out to touch me, there is that touch again. one of them said, “Oh dear do you have cancer love” as they both anxiously awaited my sad reply. Nothing benign about these feeders, it oozed off them in some hocus pocus nightmare caricature reality.
I just stared back at them both, waiting for me to play their victim so they could feed off the misery. No, I answered, I just like shaving my head. They instantly froze and sidled backwards and disappeared out of the shop.
Cindy caught it, nothing was said but she smiled that little secret smile. We were talking for a minute catching up with Goss on her coven and shop and my little haven happenings. and she said I have to say you are looking fantastic Magi. I grinned and said,“normally it’s that response that your little sucubi gave me”.
She laughed and said no, last time I saw you, you were like a little wizened old lady, all shrunken up and old, now look at you standing there in warrior stance shoulders up.. you look 20 years younger. I looked puzzled, I thought i looked older with the shaved head and lets face it, I have lived a battle life and got the scars to prove it. I always said Crowley meant “the woman with the scars on her body” not stars. Cindy was right though, I had worked through some horrendous past and current happenings since she had seen me, I had conversations with source and I was ok with it all and happy with me.
All that interjection about me for for a reason, my two opposing mindsets. One of a person bruised and damaged currently who withdrew into a shell, basically disconnecting the current that is. ie; Instinct foresight forewarning, which allowed me to further become a victim again of the Tolerance Paradox.
and the Second me now, reborn bornless, after cutting the thread holding me to “what I HAVE to do” to “What I do when i do it how I do it where I do it but its all my way” and becoming sharp as a tack on a rose.
and now it rolls out.. the weave s unwoven..
As I was building my yard and outdoor areas and studios up, Pauly would go through my yard picking items up saying “you don’t want this! it would be better at my place” and go to walk off with it, plants in pots, gnomes, doo dads, tools, my bits of life .. I would often see him the back going through my rubbish pile I had ready to go to the tip every month.
One woman’s trash is another’s treasure I say, so that didn’t phase me. Maybe it should of though?
Thirsty As — Click for my take on Thirst and Thirst Quenching Incubus.
The best one was a few weeks back, I have a table out front of my kitchen window where my seedling sit and at the moment because I am using power tools I have two round saws, leads and angle grinder on the sheltered table and under it. Also on the table is the bird and chicken feed containers and a couple of odds and ends. A few weeks back I bought a set of roof racks for my tiny Rio and some ratchetty things and new rope, the rope was on the table waiting on the install of the racks.
First, another Archy The Crow walked up to get me to help him get a refund from ergon. The only time the guys around here will come near me by themselves is if they need something tech done, like refunds and anything online. So I fixed the crow up, got him a thousand dollar refund and he walked out all happy and pleased, saw my green rope all nicely coiled and picked it up and said “you don’t need this I will just take it with me”
Yes, my head is still spinning on that one. Even sitting here 6 weeks later writing this. More on that and the Avatar & Adventures of the Arch of The Crow
So my head spun even more off the Richter Scale when Pauly was in my garden at Christ returning bowls I had given him meals in, he saw my green rope on the table, picked it up and said “You don’t need this, I will just take it over to my place”.
Snap, “hunter collective consciousness”
so somehow no matter how many times I said no.. somehow he now has my passionfruit vines growing at his, my mulberry at his and rhubarb at his.. I didn’t mind…
it was only 30 metres to go pick what i wanted off them that was the deal..and ..I have shitty soil… but now?
I had just spent well over one thousand dollars to bring in perfect vegie garden soil that turned out to be just shit chemicals which burned killed and stunted everything i planted .. toxic waste dump .. the only tomato i got i picked was black inside.. how to take the heart out of a creation.. rip the creator off on the way…
overall it felt threatening. Everything I have ever built has been stolen and taken from me. and now on my rebuild, I have streamlined everything. I had and have the basic nessessities and when i had the chance, for the first time ever i built for my future, my chickens, their coops, my shed, my greenhouse and hundreds of plants and seeds to ensure hat with a bit of hard work and no more input I could produce a never ending source of life herbs flowers native trees fruit trees .. and I stocked my art supplies so in winter I can paint and create kiln fired glass magick..I was building a compact eden.
I bought tools most second hand, a new chainsaw and I was so proud of it. Everyone around here was shocked and said why buy it.. I said “because each time I asked you asses if I could borrow yours, you ALL said no and you pulled your man act on me. Oh no you might get hurt, oh no i havent got time to go chop wood, haha maggie you with a chainsaw look at you.. So now i can chop wood and no one can put me in the corner… I will be warm in front of my fire..
now they all say . geez your garden looks great Maggie, it is awesome, I see you out there working hard.. I just say thanks and keep going and think how nice it is to bring something nice to others when doing something solely for myself. See my garden of broken dreams is all about the sunflowers, and me walking out my door to a burst of yellow and green sunshine, it makes me happy and now I know it makes other people happy.
Even after the shitty soil, the ‘nado wreck, lack of good water my heart was still there..UNTIL .….the day I went out to build the shed and there was missing bits that were there the day before, it started to be a chore again..
the stress of replacement the worry of who stole parts to thwart me not for any other reason..and the violation of me, yet again. Another broken dream.
And now that takes me back to me not listening to to someone who knew — my Sister The Queen Bee
at the time Mel “looked” and said are you sure it isn’t Pauly, I see him.
Part 2 “Who has been sleeping in my bed” Coming Shortly
Magick and Word — Obeah & Wanga — Directed Spell of word
This is the second Part to a series
Breaking down and stripping word to it’s core
Beyond alpha and Omega and back again
Find Part 1 here
how-the-world-became-a-word-construct-illusion/
Obeah and Wanga — The Way and the Will
When mankind lost his link to source 8000 years ago, he lost the ability to think things in communication. So he had to create the secondary system of language and words reference tower of babel.
This new communication was flawed from the start as it was missing the base constituents of all “communication” between animals.
Mankind sets himself on a pedestal above animals, yet watch an animal need no sound whatsoever to communicate to those around them needs , purpose, danger, directions, love, position. Animals are sentient, more sentient than humans.
This is Mankind’s lost knowledge. Sentience. The ability to discern truth. The ability to connect to the current, The ability to know the current is above all. Truth.
Language has interfered with truth and buried truth under an alphabet of lies.
How the World Became a Word Construct Illusion
Word
How the World Became a Word Construct Illusion
The Sanitized Version
When man developed language the first thing he said was “owww”, Sharply Followed by a “what the fuck was that?”, as he held his now bleeding head, he pointed to a strange object, that had arrived impromptu from the skies out of nowhere, sitting on the ground, bubbling, steaming and red hot, accompanied by a steady wooshe stream of mustard colored gas escaping the object in steady fogs of dirty yellow brown, that stunk worse than that egg that that exploded one time after baking in the sun and rain for a week or so.
so began the illusion construct
- we don’t know the object itself, it is a nothing that became something it became an 1.
because no one knew what that something was, it began to attach descriptive words as people used words together to describe it
so far for this hotblob we have added the following words to Blob
hot | bleeding | head | strange |
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object | arrived | impromptu | from |
skies | out | nowhere | sitting |
om | ground | bubbling | steaming |
redhot | red | accompanied | by |
steady | woshe | steam | mustard |
coloured | gas | escaping | steady |
fogs | dirty | yellowBROWN | than |
that | stunk | worse | egg |
exploded | onetime | one | time |
after | bakinf | sun | rain |
for | a | week | or |
so | |||
wow over 50 words used to describe “Blob” a four letter word .. 51 words attached to poor four letter blob
and every one of them were not blob.
in order to describe it to other people “the IMagE of the blob grew and left the blob behind it” People wrote volumes of books trying to get to know just what this blob is, we still talk about the comet that wiped or didnt wipe the dinosaurs.
over time “the image of the blob became that comet that wiped out the dinosaurs”, the stuff legends are made of. and over time the image and legend of the blob grew to fill the entire world of word. Words live, and the image of the blob became a powerful entity in the community consciousness, remembered over and over from the core outwards.
Descriptive words
or whatever they call it, i left school at 13 and 8 months, actually I was kinda let go.. <3 so I am kinda of low educated, I think, too much lol
Extra words/descriptive words adjectives — take away from word itself not add to it. Actually they do add to it as well as take away from it..its one big mess. It is one big DIRECTED mess.
It created a mess of illusion that hides and covers the original word and what it stood for and allows a rhetoric to be shaped from the result.
Eg TRUTH has been tainted by Absolute truth, naked truth, blind truth.
They are not truth they are diluted and unclean.
Murder of Lion — Exposed
Liber O
Welcome to my Rose Garden.
- Injustice of The Universe
- The Mayet Method & System of Hor’Ver© La Diameld©
- IIX Injustice
- XX The Aeon Hor’ver
- Trust
- Aura’s
- The Touch
- Avatar & Adventures of the Arch of The Crow
- IT’s name is ? — Compliments of Simon Lieman
- Thirsty As Bro
- Tolerance Paradox. The Dangers Of The Tolerance Paradox In a Community of Today
- Beware The GreenMan Part 1 the Weave
- Magick and Word — Obeah & Wanga — Directed Spell of word
- How the World Became a Word Construct Illusion
- Murder of Lion — Exposed
- Liber O
- In The Beginning The Numbers Story
- In The Beginning — Trinity Egypt Style.
- A Pearl of a girl named Margaret
- My Terms
- Delphi — The Mother’s Words Of ME
- Smoking Mirrors: And Down Will Come Baby, Cradle and All. (2006)
- 2005 Mayet Manuscript
- Time
- Lon DuQuette’s Monday night Magick class : Comment by Mayet
- 22 of life what the ancients knew — Chromosomes
- 2009 Logos
- LMNS — The light spark
- Secret Mona Lisa codes Keys — visible Temple Door
- Pi is Magpie SOLVED
- Recificando
- S Samekh — The Divine Spark of Creation AKA the secret
- Logos
- Chromosomes Reveal Truth
- 19 Two Sides of The Sun
- The Lost Word Of Manyone
- The Way of Lama
- Mouse Plague
- I Was Born in a Morgue
- My life as a clown
- To Endure — The Life of
- Emotional Rescue
- Fate & Destiny
- Hypocrisy
- I Did Not Say That!
- Two Sides
- Mayet’s Moon Mystery Oct 2005
- Wonder Woman
- The Spark
- Polygamy and Raids
In The Beginning The Numbers Story
the universe is created and the first thing man did was to assign numbers to it, so began the human construct and destruct of word.
1 the first but instead of mankind just going about his business he decided to put 1 in a box. Alpha Aleph: the alphebet box. A‑B
soon language developed and further tags of all what we experienced, were added to the construct. One created a universe of tags attributes and words all attached to this image of 1..
Man still could not indentify 1, So he tried everything to know 1 he best the living daylights out of 1 but still 1 stood as 1 no matter the construct around 1. Man in his monkey brain stpid frustration of not knowing something that monkey brains can never know decided in their greed and thirst with all those 9 deadly sins, pandoras evils, decided to split 1 (atom) in the equation 1 0–1 0=2 as above so below man split the atom, got to know what was in it but fogot about wasn’t in it, but was NUN the
from that moment rinse repeat we have a construct of 2 to explain 1 — two created a whole new constructed universe Alphabetand mirage image around 2 but two doesnt exist, its is the construct image of 1 from a mirror
Aleph Beth so we have 1 and 2 but 1 and two make 3 so that would be the trinity the 3 in 1 so now 1 = 3 however now we have Aleph Beth and Gimel the invisiable camel leaving only a footprint. so 1 2 3 would mean 3 = six empress and lovers break rest
In The Beginning — Trinity Egypt Style.
Maat
never a Goddess
Maat is universal law.
At dawn guided by the Hand of Maat — mother and mother of all, Ra rises in the east where she travels through the day lighting her path and then sets in the west where he travels through the night sky as Khepera, cloaked and resting to light up at dawn and rise again.
Maat enfolds the universe and all that is and is not, within her winged spread arms. In one hand she holds the light and in the other the dark all division is joined in the centre of balance to perpetually spin in the eternal 8
At night guided by the left hand of Maat, Thoth the moon travels across the sky with a pen in hand to observe and record, to scribe the balance of night and day and all that is. Thoth is knowledge. Thoth was that first instant of baby consciousness in the beginning, when everything was all there in one place over and over thoughts crashed mind was confused. Then mind thought and said Stop. Imma write this dawn. so was born time, and records…
In the beginning the priests were sworn to serve Maat and in turn they stood over the pomp and pageantry of all new pharoahs who would swear allegiance to honor and uphold Maat. At first baby princes and princesses were taught to honour maat, honour truth.
However, mankind cannot face truth when he has lies in his heart, so man, with corruption in his hardening heart, paid the priests in gold to turn away from truth.
They created a legion of new Gods and Goddesses and put them on false pedestals. The newly minted created Gods and Goddesses were easier to worship than truth. So truth faded from men’s hearts.
Maat faded as a panthenon of new pretend images were raised in her place and worshipped.
Soon Maat toppled and the people tore off her crown and put it on the head of their false idols
The crown, I find it hard to describe it to you, there is no words for the image I see from memory. The one thing I can tell you, is that it wasn’t a crown yet it was the true blue crown of Egypt. It was also the invisibility cap of legends.
I will try to present the picture of milady to you, she has the face of the most beautiful queen lioness, with such a proud knowing regal look about her.
The 8 which is an upright eternity symbol, is balance. However the construct of time, all all it encompases, force field, magnetics, that balance changes with time, corruption has set in. Justice begins to lean over and tip rapidly becoming imbalance, from change dragging on the core of justice, Truth. So 8 loses a leg as it is tipped over and becomes the 9. Containing all the was before, the new beginning, restoration and rectification to restore purity to the world.
There is truth and then there is you.
She is the atom yet outside the atom. She holds all atoms in one hand and nothing in the other.
She is the self conceived self incubated self born self perpetuating truth. Truth stands! solitary. She is the self inside every being and blade of grass. She is you, even you have forgotten her name, to you her name is Mother Earth and Iam her daughter as you are all her sons and daughters.
For further Adventures down the rabbithole of truth through an illusion you are invited to explore
Justice is Not Blind <– read here
My Terms <— words and codes
Chromosomes Reveal Truth <——–So Simple
O Continues Orpheus — Pan — Kheiron
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