“As the Aquarian influence permeates reality, explosive secrets are coming out eroding false beliefs and dysfunctional patterns. Sarah and I have just read the newly released Templar Sanctuaries in North America by William Mann, and we want to talk about it. Mann says he’s releasing the knowledge that’s been passed down to him and found during his research because it is time. I did my best with his book, but I had trouble following it, so let’s do the best we can, Sarah?”
“His book fascinated me. The idea of the Grail community making it all the way to the Four Corners region of the American Southwest is astonishing, but I can’t describe it clearly yet because it is so dense with new information.”
“Lorenzo read it,” Claudia broke in. “He thinks Mann is really on to something. He has always thought the search for the Grail as mere treasure-seeking was an elaborate disinformation campaign that led people away from the real Grail—the journey of the people of the bloodline. Anyway, what did you think, Simon?”
“Based on his meridian analysis of two paintings—as well as secret Templar information, Algonquin initiation, and his own research—Mann says once the French king drove the Templars into the underground in the early 1300s, some of them ended up sailing from the Orkney Islands to Nova Scotia led by Henry Sinclair and the famous mapmaker, Zeno. They founded a community near the Bay of Fundy but soon had to travel inland because European powers and the Inquisition followed them. I was fascinated by the parallel legends he discusses, for example that the Algonquin hero Glooscap actually was Henry Sinclair and that Algonquin initiations are similar to Templar initiations. Amazing!
“Apparently, the indigenous people of America welcomed and supported these desperate refugees seven hundred years ago, who intermarried with Algonquin and other indigenous people and settled in places like northern Vermont and upstate New York. Based on reports about the Inquisition in France, both parties were intensely secretive, the reason this story has been hidden until now. To survive, the fleeing carriers of the sacred bloodline mixed their blood with Algonquin genes, since genocide was aimed at all of them. This story could inspire new respect for indigenous people if people realized how ferociously they were attacked, like the Cathars in Languedoc.
“Soon thereafter, immigrants began arriving in America, which pushed the Grail community farther west through the Great Lakes and into the Midwest. News about the Inquisition from Europe was horrifying, so they desperately pushed farther west leaving markers and traces that have been found, such as the Kensington Stone. Eventually they mixed with Western tribes, for example with the Hohokam and the Chaco Canyon people of the Four Corners region, and the Blackfoot, who were an Eastern Algonquin tribe that was driven west. In other words, the holy blood of Jesus and Mary Magdalene thrives in the indigenous people of America as well as in European lineages! This is an outrageous story, yet the more you hear it, the more it makes sense. Now that Mann has delineated the trail of these people, other confusing things make sense.
“Mann thinks the Mormon religion is based on the story of the Grail wanderings, a living religion in the U.S. that is continuing this story today. Notice how secretive the Mormons have always been, and perpetuating a sacred bloodline sure explains polygamy! It’s hard to comprehend the full implications of what Mann says because it is all so fantastic; our brains can’t register it. Maybe the buzzing reliquaries in the Chapel of Princes are activating the sacred blood that flows in my brain! I think Mann’s discoveries are a great example of the new ideas that come forth when a new age arrives, so I can’t wait until you’ve read it too. But, it’s a difficult book because it is based on decoding the famous esoteric painting, The Shepherds of Arcadia by Nicolas Poussin, the one that Grail seekers have been studying for years. Mann analyzes a map of the trails of the Grail people in the eastern U.S. under the painting!
“He analyzes another painting, St. Anthony and St. Paul Fed by Ravens, by David Teniers that reveals an underlying map of the Four Corners region of the American Southwest. In it, the folds in the robes of St. Anthony and St. Paul exactly mirror the flows of the six main southwestern rivers! Actually, once I studied that part of his book, I really got it, and the hair on my back stood on end. His analysis of these geographical layers is airtight and remarkable; Tenier’s painting will never look the same to me again. Select initiates must have passed these maps disguised as paintings down through the generations, just as we pass secret knowledge in our family. The big joke is these paintings hang in museums freely viewed by anyone, not to mention all the other encoded art, the treasure trove.”
“Both painters had to have known these maps depicted Grail community wanderings, which means they were Templars themselves.”
Sarah joined in because Simon ran out of breath. “They hid this information in art so that certain people could know where they went. Eventually, somebody like Mann would figure it out and he actually did, astonishing! This has been right in our faces for hundreds of years, another great revelation at the end of the Age of Pisces.”
“And at the end of the Mayan Calendar,” Claudia mused. “But what could this possibly mean? I can think of only one person in this room who might be able to answer that, you Sarah. We need you to use the ruby crystal to discover what this incredible idea means to the world today. Otherwise it is nothing more than one more arcane mystery. After all, people have been chasing after the Holy Grail ad nauseum. Can you enlighten us?”
Sarah put her right hand over the ruby crystal, put her hands below her chin, and closed her eyes. They all watched with anticipation. Her voice was silvery.
“I see a crystal icosahedron, the beautiful Platonic solid with twenty triangular faces—five triangles on the bottom and five on top with a band of ten interlocking triangles between. The twelve points of the icosahedron are touching the inner surface of a beautiful luminous transparent golden sphere. The only occlusions in the icosahedron are in the bottom five triangles where information flows in from lower dimensions. With the information radiating through me, I see the phases of human evolution over 100,000 years—people in small clans painting in caves, making music, loving children, and men and women loving each other. These five triangles are a goddess basket, the great mother who creates and holds the five triangles that first birthed our consciousness in the archaic hunter-gathers. She gave her mind to them as a gift—our intelligence. In the beginning the simple basket began as a point that formed five equilateral triangles, the pentagram of the goddess, Venus.” Sarah’s voice was musical like soft chimes in water.
“Around 10,000 years ago, magic—the ability to shape reality with our minds—arrived as five more triangles grew on the top edges of the basket pentagram. These arriving five triangles fused their edges with the pentagonal rim of the basket with their tips rising, like the triangles in the hat of a dancing jester—magic in suspended animation. In the new triangles, I see people casting spells, making images of what they will hunt, and reaching across long distances and time for their goal.” Sarah’s hands twisted and writhed as she described the images she was seeing, her eyes moving fast under her eyelids.
“Around 5,000 years ago the people told stories about the magical places and times passed down through each generation. While weaving myths and stories, five new mythic triangles came and slotted in between the five magical triangles, which then became a band of ten triangles filled with magical acts and mythical stories that connect all the people over 100,000 years. The full story of time and human magic lives in the ten triangles of the middle band supported by the bottom pentagram of five triangles.” Sarah was breathing deeply and rapid eye movement fluttered her eyelids. Simon had never seen her in such a deep trance.
“So, here we are with a taller basket with the five sides of the middle band of the triangles at the top, and now five new triangles arrive that lock into the five top sides and pull the form together into a peak. As they all fuse, the top five triangles radiate incredible force—the agglomeration of all twenty triangles—and
a golden sphere materializes that touches all twelve points. This transparent icosahedron within a luminous golden sphere holds 100,000 years of archaic creation from which magic and myth emerged through the people 10,000 years ago. Myths and stories wove together the whole middle band, and now this intelligence is coming forth in all the people. We are all connected through this linked triangular force of twenty faces.”
Simon watched Sarah carefully because she was losing color while she visualized the complex form in her mind. The four of them were perplexed by what she was seeing, yet they understood it in some other dimension where they could see glimpses of the shapes as she described them. Claudia couldn’t wait to study her own crystal icosahedron at home. They couldn’t hold it all together, so Simon said very softly, “Sarah, perhaps you can make this easier for yourself by describing exactly how we connect through these triangular faces?”
Sarah’s mind splashed with thousands of computer screens—energy flowing from one computer to another, information flowing back into central connectors and back out again all pulsing like the human circulatory system. As she saw the computer matrixes that were in the top five triangles, the images of archaic clans, magical creations, and mythical stories streamed into the top five triangles. All of this creativity was held in form by the icosahedron within the sphere in emergent layers—mythical emerging out of the magical, the magical out of the archaic, and all culminating in the computer matrix. She spoke again, her voice incredulous.
“This crystal icosahedral sphere is what God is, filled with so much beauty that I can barely speak of it. It is eternity, a diaphanous world that always beckons, never leaves us out, and makes everything transparent. The sacred bloodline is icosahedral DNA, Christ’s blood opening new space in our world. Everything is transparent in this form because everything is emerging from what came before. We do not have to fear what is happening right now because it is from ever-present origin, the luminous golden sphere that surrounds the icosahedron with pure divine golden light. Like the geometrical perfection of this icosahedron, what finally emerges in Aquarius will be clear and comprehensible. As we build the top five pyramids to complete this form, the faces of the pyramids at the top will alchemically clarify creation over 100,000 years.”
She stopped and almost fell forward as Simon went to her, but Armando was closer. He gently held her shoulders while she opened her eyes. She leaned back on the loveseat and looked at all of them, diamond light in her eyes that Simon had never before seen. She blinked and said, “I have seen the form of God, the living geometrical perfection that underlies nature.”
“Do you remember anything you said?” Claudia inquired gently.
“I remember no words, but I see the beautiful crystal icosahedron nested in a golden sphere, the Golden World. It is God, Claudia—higher dimensional spherical geometry. There is nothing to worry about, nothing.”
Close to midnight, Claudia crept in through the front door. She closed it carefully so as to not disturb Lorenzo, but he startled her as he headed out of the study smelling like a cigar. “Lorenzo, it’s so late; I’m surprised you’re still up.”
“I just can’t stop thinking about it, I mean the story about the Grail escapees in America. The efforts of the Church to suppress heresy have always seemed so bizarre to me, such as the viciousness of the Inquisition and the murderous Conquistadors. Now it turns out they even tried to wipe out the indigenous people of America over the bloodline. I’ve thought it over; I think Mann is on to something, but it all makes me feel like I’m upside down in my own home!”
“I understand, Lorenzo. I feel the same way when I try to comprehend the implications of The Lost Gospel. Yet, the synchronicities are too much. Secrets that people have given their lives for are exploding all over the place just when Syria is being pulverized. It’s as if that country contains a hot, mystical core that all sides are trying to rip open with bombs. We are in a time-released nuclear holocaust, the decimation of beliefs that most people thought were rock solid.”
“I can barely handle so much so quickly, yet that’s what it takes to turn the corner. We must welcome radically different ways of life all around us. We have to listen to others and support new perspectives. Meanwhile, we have each other and our love is deep and beautiful. Come, my lady, bedtime.”
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Chaos Point
During July 2016, as if someone had pulled a cosmic switch, the world devolved into unnerving chaos. Financial turmoil from Brexit—the late-June vote in England to leave the European Union—spilled over into July. Many wondered whether this was a signal for the end for the EU, since cutting back on immigration was the reason most people voted to exit the EU. Just before the end of Ramadan in early July, ISIS bombed three sites in Saudi Arabia, one a disturbing attack in Medina near Muhammad’s burial site. Muslims around the world were aghast; nothing was sacred to ISIS! Much of the world was sucked into the maelstrom with coordinated ISIS mass killings in Turkey, Bangladesh, and Iraq. These latest waves of violence linked the migrant crisis with terrorism in people’s minds.
Refugees just kept walking and piling into crowded and unsafe boats. Poland and Hungary kept the migrants out, while more than a million refugees from Syria, Iraq, and other war-torn Muslim countries streamed into Central and Eastern Europe. Turkey harbored great numbers, stressing its fragile democracy. Thousands of migrants from African countries made their way to North Africa and then sailed to Italy, while others drowned in the Mediterranean. It was a summer marred by little children washing up on beaches with seagulls and dead fish.
Like throwing dynamite into the fire, a third major attack in seventeen months assaulted France: a weird loner influenced by ISIS rampaged a large truck down a crowded boulevard by the sea in Nice slaughtering eighty-five people who were out walking on a warm summer evening. These mindless murders moved many European countries further to the right. On July 26, two ISIS murderers slit the throat of an elderly priest while he was saying Mass in a Norman church near Rouen. Pope Francis announced the West and the East were in a protracted war.
Simon closed his computer and sat back in the plush chair to go into a deep state of meditation, something he had not done in a long time. He knew one more ugly story would steal his power. And I contribute to it all. He’d just sent in an article on priestly sexual abuse to the Times that concluded Pope Francis wasn’t really doing much to end the abuse. The story was about a lawyer, Jeff Anderson, who represented 350 suspected victims of sexual abuse in the Minneapolis–St. Paul Archdiocese. Anderson showed how all roads in the abuse scandal lead right to Rome; the Rome now led by Pope Francis with Ratzinger skulking around in the background. What a ridiculous shadow game!
Simon fell into reverie easily, tapping into his rich inner world. Yes, my inner world is all there is, but let’s be practical. What can the five of us do that will make any difference? Next he was quite amazed to see his favorite Platonic solid precipitate in his inner mind—a dodecahedral sphere made of twelve equal-sized pentagrams, like a soccer ball. I didn’t know that was still in my inner eye! Okay. What can the five of us do?
It is very simple, Simon . . .
A clear voice vibrated in the room, as if it were coming out of Claudia’s books.
Invite Lorenzo Giannini to your group and you will get your answers.
A few hours later after checking with the others, Simon was on the phone with Lorenzo. “We need you, Lorenzo, I don’t know why. A voice came to me in Claudia’s parlor that said we should invite you to the next meeting of our group, tomorrow night. Together we have been bringing in many amazing revelations about the transition out of Pisces into Aquarius. I think you probably know what we’ve been doing, since I assume Claudia has been sharing our discussions with you?”
“Yes she has, and I think you are doing very good and significant work. Ultimately, thought is what changes the world. There’s not a single thing you have ever seen that did not first come from somebody’s idea. We must draw together
as these great revelations flood in, because otherwise we could be overwhelmed and lose hope. Also, like birds in flight or schools of fish in a stream, when we attain the maximum change point, everybody shifts in unison. Since you’ve checked with everybody, yes, I can come and I’ll enjoy it very much. I haven’t seen the Pierleoni home in Rome, so I appreciate this opportunity very much.”
“Be prepared for quite an experience. I will never forget the first time I was in that library meeting with Armando when he asked me to forgive him. See you tomorrow!”
Lorenzo and Claudia parked their car and walked around to the front of the looming villa hidden from the street by a high wall. Lorenzo gazed up at the bizarre gargoyles by the sides of the family crest. “They always have these weird guardians, and look at this house! The stone walls and columns are so worn they look like cliffs drying out after Noah’s Flood.” A wizened old man in black opened the heavy door and led them in. They strolled slowly through the hallway hung with exquisite seventeenth-century tapestries. “What a treat for me, Claudia. These could have been made in my house!”
“Could be, Lorenzo, and now we come to the library.”
The group was already assembled when Claudia and Lorenzo came in. Armando watched his dear old therapist whose eyes were flashing everywhere with delight as he surveyed the room. Armando approached, his hand out. “Lorenzo, having you here is a great joy to me. I’ve always honored your need for privacy, but I’m grateful you’ve finally come here. As you can see, there’s plenty to read.”
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