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Writings He strolled down to the river and looked into the water. Tiny fish swam in seemingly aimless rounds, waltzing to music that only they heard. Isn\'t everything music, gliding up and down the scale of existence in continuous motion, striking harmonies and disharmonies, often settling into a repetitive tune and rhythm when curiosity dies - which is the onset of old age? When the once vibrant and extraordinary rhythm becomes monotonous repetitions like a mantra that lost its meaning, an empty shell, the ritual reminiscence of its days of glory when it was mean
The essence of things
The essence of things:
ENTELECHY, CONATUS, INERTIA, WILL FORCE
by Prof. Harry Friedmann
Who will win? WHO WILL WIN?
Enwrapped in scintillating silky gossamerEach thread roaring rightnessThe Being charges riding its haloAs a fiery steedCharging with the howl of the Banshee
Enshrouded in transparencyEach thread whispering panicThe fear-being expands by shrinkingStuttering paralyzing dreadExpanding
The Being charges with itsSanctimoni
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The God Maker: How God Became God
Front page of the site \"Creation of events is very much part of Creation... I am teaching you to be creator, not a random statistical datum... I want you people to be creators, not passive things kicked around, but the movers... I am opening the gates to the basic laws that enable you to create the mechanism that can create you to be creators, which laws actually trigger
Works in progress - The Birds Have Disappeared 2 Book: Work in progress
The Birds Have Disappeared (random chapter)
Enwrapped in unfathomable loneliness he invited the wind, his only friend into his lair. For a while its soothing whoosh eased the fervor of his longing, but then, the wuthering emptiness of his soul bellowed with added force, cramping in agony to be filled. In th
Works in progress - The Birds Have Disappeared 1 Book: Work in progress
The Birds Have Disappeared
The birds have disappeared. It was early morning, and only the ominous silence preceded the breaking sun. He knew the cosmic clock was still working because the grass reached out to caress the sun, and the olive trees, even the well-trimmed weeping fig attempted a lazy rustle, but
Why me? continued Why me? (continued)
When we spoke about quality and multiplicity, quantity, we meant something entirely different than your concept of infinity as adding endlessly more and more numbers on top of each other. That could be better defined as multiplicity. Multiplicity does not define how many, only that it is quantitative and many. Infinity, EYIN-SOF (אין סוף - infinity in Hebrew) is something entirely different. It is a qualitat
Why me? Why me?
Why does SHET give me this knowledge? I am constantly being asked this question, and I truly feel like a worn down phonograph record answering it (for the new generation, that\'s an old fashioned CD that after two or three times of use used to get stuck in one track, repeating itself). Experience has taught me that people are unwilling to listen to the earthly content of the messages I try to convey until they understand the unearthly origins of it. M
The SHET mechanism as trigger The SHET mechanism as trigger
\"Without learning you only see the tip of the iceberg, and from that you conclude that there is nothing underwater. When you learn, when you know what makes things tick, you know there is more u
Short stories - Merging Short story
Merging
The warm spring sun penetrated Prhan\'s body and he enjoyed the sensation of warmth. He stretched his right hind leg and wallowed in the luxury of the sunbath. Stretching his wings he scrutinized their golden transparency and inhaled the fresh fragrance of the new grass and humid earth. Prhan felt a tiny itching under the scales of his thorax; with a light caressing movement he brushed the scales above and under with
How am I Heralding? continued How am I heralding? (continued)
I herald in writing. I receive the questions, and then go into an altered state of consciousness wherein I contract and then expand into other dimensions. Guided by the questions, I receive an abundance of information, which I receive in one shot and then unfold and translate into written English. I receive this information in an abstract conceptual format and translate it while in that altered state of consciousness. However
How am I Heralding? How am I heralding?
For a long time after the onset of this connection, I still wasn\'t sure what was happening to me. I thought the material surfaced from my subconscious mind. If it was not my subconscious mind, then I expected some kind of entity to manifest itself. I would have been willing to put up with even a flimsy cloud, anything. When this did not happen, I was quite discouraged. SHET, however, continued guiding me gently: \"You are making p
How SHET sees himself How SHET sees himself
\"I am a teacher and creator coming to impart the sparks of life and make you understand and love life - all life.\" -SHET
How SHET communicates continued How SHET communicates (continued)
A: I am really zero, a potential - so far only realized as a body of knowledge in the tenets of Holophany. Other than that, as that zero, potential of all existence, I am unknown. If you decide to forget about my tools, that\'s up to you, and even so, I can give you no more than tools - how to define the indefinite - and cannot provide you with a defined future or tell you what you should do. That\'s up to you. By gi
How I met SHET continued How I met SHET (continued)
\"When you learn to listen, when you can totally listen to other people and see them with compassion, when you can look upon all living creatures as one part of the organism would look at another part of th
How I met SHET How I met SHET
\"Sometimes it is difficult to let go of a piece of good principle that served one well in the past. It might have been the right principle in that framework, but as you go on living, it can outlive its use.\" -SHET&nbs
Holophany, the Loop of Creation Book
Holophany, the Loop of Creation
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