Crystal Blue Cathedrals

Many cultures in the ancient world used nature's inherent technologies to harness the power of the sun, the wind, and oceans to fortify their lifestyles throughout Millennia. Chief among these natural gifts were benefits that came from sunlight, a primal source of Life.  Along with being a powerful deity, the sun also became an indispensable force in regulating our photobiological rhythms and processes through our skin and eyes. In short, suberythemal doses of UV light and its relationship to Vitamin D has had many bio-systemic effects on our bodies since the dawn of time. Through the ages and up to modern medicine, the therapeutic prophylactic benefits of UV radiation have been largely overlooked until now. Advanced studies by scientists working in the fields of chemistry, physics, and molecular biology has given rise to what is called Phototherapy, Armed with repeatable clinical models, these scientists believe this is the right time to elevate the healing power of Blue Light into mainstream medicine.

Enter JZ Knight and her invention of Blu Room Technology.
Gathered from over 40 years of personal experience with channeling Ramtha, she has coalesced and synthesized years of teachings on the Blue realm into that rare, etheric place called "Elsewhere". Backed by new science and proven results known for years that certain wavelengths of light in certain doses can heal the body, the Blu Room was born. Like a birthing chamber, this spaceship like womb is a wall to ceiling-mounted tubular ultraviolet (UVB) fluorescent lamp units that provide deep relaxation, rehabilitation, and pain management for clinical use. The Phototherapy (UVB) equipment is a Class-2 Medical Device classified by US-FDA and Health Canada. The components of this room sized enclosure comes with several light sources of non-visible and visible light that offers therapeutic benefits.  The resonance frequencies of relaxing music, along with a customizing protocol for each patient delivers a first class treatment experience for the user. The first of these cocoons using JZ's Blu Room patented technology was opened in Olympia at the Absolute Health Clinic by Dr. Matthew Martinez, a local Doctor of Chriopractic Medicine. Early reports from his patients indicated that the therapeutic benefits have been enormously successful.

The demand by the community to experience this phenomenon rapidly grew and two more clinics were opened. Without exaggeration, the level of excitement about the Blu Room was building among my friends. When Shannon Paulos opened the third facility at the U Wellness Center in Yelm, I was finally able to get an appointment. Her staff was very helpful and answered my many questions before I was allowed to enter the room.  I had seen photos online of what the space looked like, but nothing prepared me for the enclosure; it was an electric blue room covered in what appeared to be mylar. I put my blinders on. (you will need them whenever you use this facility). After 22 years at RSE, my body knew well how to respond to darkness. There was a weightlessness that followed
almost like the discipline to"liquefy". The deconstructing was captivating as I went deeper into twilight. I remain in that place until there was a sudden knock on the door. I brought my consciousness back to the surface and knew I had been transported to my own private heaven. The staff members were welcoming when I left the environment. I was ushered into a sweetly decorated room with soft lighting and a chaise lounge to rest upon. In my revere, I realized I had had an important vision.

Throughout my training at RSE, the seminal teaching of Behold God continued to unfold for me on a daily basis. I have explored this concept on multiple levels, aided in part by the disciplines we've been taught over the years by our master teacher. The simple, yet profound idea that my body housed an unlimited source of consciousness and energy within reach remained the cornerstone of my personal transformation. So, it wasn't difficult to imagine my delight at amplifying the shimmering webs of the Blue Body over my own.  As I disappeared into this blue field of UVB frequency, a door opened wide on a vision. There were many tiny houses that blinked off and on in a striking neon blue, accompanied by high frequency soundwaves. This vista was fleeting, but remarkable because of its implications. Reflecting upon the imagery, it is absolutely natural to use the prime resonance of sound vibrations as another modality to healing. The emergence of Light and Sound becoming the governing principles to permanent health in the 21st Century was very exciting.

After my Blu Room adventure, I pondered about the potential reality of what I call these "crystal blue cathedrals" populating our planet.  In our RSE training, every discipline can led us into different aspects of our Greater Mind. The self sufficiency garnered from personal discoveries helps us to evolve.  This is what I imaged happened to JZ when she created the Blu Room Technology.  With each deeper level of exploration into dimensional worlds of her interior self, she moved into realms of "Elsewhere" that revealed its secrets.  This is precisely what we have been trained to do for ourselves.  And, this is exactly why RSE is not a religion, but a Construct to expand and grow our Greater Mind. (Your input yields your output.)  To my way of thinking, the shimmering crystal blue cathedrals within our bodies are exact replicas of the star chambers swirling above us. How much we embrace the theta wave state in sleep or focus will result in untold innovations yet to come, from greater realms yet to be explored!

Your body is the health that only requires your care. Perfectto!

With great love and respect,

Rene

Blue Body, R Blu Room TM  and Ramtha R 
are trade and service marks of JZ Knight.
Used with permission.

You Can Take It With You.!

                                                         "You Can't Take It With You"

Recently, members of the Yelm community were treated to a rollicking good time in the form of a Depression era play entitled "You Can't Take It With You". Aside from the antics of a very eccentric family and their elevated sense of creative explorations, the play worked best when it brought to life
ideas of accumulated wealth vs personal fulfillment. The young lovers in this farce came from
different sides of the tracks; he, the son of a wealthy businessman, and she, the product of the loony ones who populated the center of her universe. After many mishaps and incantations about the carefree life, the two families eventually get together and find common ground, knowing that happiness within the heart is priceless!

Getting into my car, I reflected on my own life's lessons around balancing a creative career against financial security. These pursuits over time have been challenging, but doable to varying degrees of success. As wonderful as all of it was, I knew long ago that the real issues I wanted to experience could only be found outside the realm of the ordinary. Whatever the grand and sweeping gestures from my art career, I had to find the substance of my"soul". It is said that when the student is ready, the teacher appears! I looked at myself in the rear view mirror and smiled.

Early the next day, driving down the road at sunrise, the sky wide and slightly streaked with the dusting of a new day, I happily imagined the cross hatched lines of a three dimensional grid, overlaying a four sided pyramid with a twirling funnel of electric blue light crackling inside it, as a spiral in the form of an eye hovering above.  At the next stop light, I take it all in, realizing that there are untapped worlds of dimensional reality just waiting for me to explore them.  I laughed at the magical symbols dancing in the grid of my imagination as I steered myself home. A gallery of scenarios blinked in and out from the shimmering squares over head and my day is being created from a tapestry of my own design.  Wow..What a concept!

I arrived home and I lingered at the edges of excitement in the car park.  I remembered that several days before, I watched a documentary on the history of mathematics and was gobsmacked by a revelation: "Perhaps, the reason Mathematics is a universal language is because it is the encoding and decoding of Consciousness".  This startling thought had me jumping up and down in my chair.  Still, it required more contemplation, but clearly its an idea with meat on its bones.  Now, chewing on the remnants of the morning's offerings, I assessed what was before me.  Years of learning how to create my reality. Check. Knowing the value of self-correction. Check.  Manifesting that which I create. Check. Being greater than my limitations. Check. Having the power to create Greater Mind. Check. Behold the God that I am. Check.  Being grateful to the Master Teacher/Channel. Check!  I finally got out of the car.  The air was dewy fresh and full of possibilities. As I closed my eyes in silent thanksgiving, I'm assured the wonders of an extraordinary life are always within reach.  I felt my SOUL wrap itself around me, knowing the gifts from expanding my consciousness are invaluable experiences that I can take with me. Check!  

With great love and respect
Esprit

Tides of Resistance

I would readily admit to being a procrastinator. You see, I have this notion that hesitation sometimes is a good thing.  In my case, it allows me to percolate and ruminate, cast spells and have the jitters over the possibilities of failure. I have been chasing my tail, so to speak in this way for years, letting the spirit move me at just the right moment and then, plunging headlong into the work until its done, on time!

This is a formula that encapsulates my outer world.  Everyday, I can climb that mountain, wait, and then proceed down the hill.  When I first arrived at RSE in 1992, I was thoroughly versed in my world of art and communication. However, my interior landscape was murky and thick with deep forests of doubt.  As a beginning student of the great work, I wanted to be brave.  I was desperate to know what was beyond pliable thought. Eager and earnest, I sat, poised and ready to "Behold God". Or so I thought.

Familiar territory defines most of what we call our comfort zones. The discipline of "Focus" in the early stages of my training were not different from what I did in my studio before creating artwork. I often covered my eyes with a bandana and moved to the music, releasing the power of the "Force". However, at school stillness was how one harnessed the power of the Void, and it was becoming increasingly more difficult for me to be still. Freeing the mind of chatter and honing in on one finite image was more of a challenge than I realized.  As an artist, I am awash in ideas and visions and who knows what and sitting in the dark with my eyes covered is when the screen of visual delights come alive. I had to learn to disassociate "dreamtime" for concrete creation in focus. Holding one image with the intent on manifesting it into a coagulated reality out of thin air, has always been for me, a profound exercise in serious magic,

The slow journey to stillness into the Void took me through the chambers of the dark night of the soul.  Being still was so difficult.  The need to move and affirm that I am this body was really intense. Talking to myself did not help my cause.  Stopping the chatter was useless, especially when we were instructed to focus on one thing.  These early attempts at "Focus" were painful and guilt ridden.  I had to acclimate myself to stop wanting to analyze the process and just do it.  This took a lot to time to overcome because the resistance of my body and mind to be still was nearly impossible. My desire had to be stronger than my need. I discovered the discipline of C+E was my greatest alley.  I use to blow furiously to the point of near exhaustion, which allowed me to be calm enough to sit in focused rapture.  Many times, we had the added benefit of our teacher's voice guiding us into a state of complete surrender. These moments were vital to changing the tone and makeup of how I approached this discipline. Resistance began to weaken and yet, to my surprise there was an even bigger issue.

Getting over the physical need to be still was one thing, but having the fortitude to do this regularly was another story.  I had this notion that once I knew how to focus, I would be ready and able to do it everyday. I knew that the experiential approach to change inherent limited behaviors, along with the teachings were the most effective way to getting first hand knowledge. To my dismay, the struggle to override the genetic structure and biological imprinting that is the human condition, proved to be daunting. Resistance grew to be persistent.  As I began to advance in my disciplines and in the school, the clear and present danger of not "levitating" at the drop of a hat, puzzled me greatly. Were the seeds of change stunted in the soil of my limitations, or were they just on the cusp of sprouting?  I had to find answers.  Like JZ wanted to know recently, why is there resistance to follow through with the disciplines when we have first hand experience to the contrary? Or, as the teacher who loves us might ask, have we simply not seen how far we have come already?

The idea that human beings could know themselves as god-man, god-woman realized is a foreign concept on planet Earth. When we look at what the teachings are asking a mind and body to do, we see it's as outlandish as going to outer space without a ship. There is a global inculcation that insists we are a captive audience to an unknown force without access to such omnipotence. From birth, we are limited and fragile.  We are told life is short and we are insignificant in the end.  This mindset is massively dynamic in everyday life. Through religions and social conditioning, it organizes and manufactures our egos, personalities and ideals.  We come and go on the strength of just how much we have attached ourselves to this way of understanding our world. There is the Almighty God and then, there is us.

Enter the Ram and inertia be damned!

I imagine that to re-calibrate the limited energy and unconscious levels of the students who flocked to this 35,000 year old master,was not a challenge, but TRUE LOVE. Enlisting the aid of his beloved Ramala was the only way to bring sweeping change in both the truth of who we really are and in the transformation of consciousness. The encoding and decoding of false realities to be unraveled in our collective consciousness has taken all the time JZ/RAM has given to this process. How well we progressed was based on each student.  That the unraveling is happening and on going is the good news in my opinion. The human construct has been bastardized into an ideology that doesn't know itself and 38 years may not be enough to override the system, yet it is a good beginning. The advances we have made collectively as a student body may not amount to the gold ring, but we are never going back to sleep! Our ancient DNA is alive and well.

In the light of all eternity, I am still a beginner student but, the awakening has begun. And, just as it takes the sun several hours to rise fully in the sky, we too, will rise and SHINE!

                                           "How is it that you access fabled mastership"
                                             A fabled master is one who has created a mind,
                                                    and the mind is the highway of the self
                                                                  through manifestation"

                                                                               -Ramtha
                                                                                    Italy, August 2013

With great love and respect
Esprit

The Love Zone

                          "Where there is Love, there is Life"
                                        Matahma Gandhi


What is Love; is it a divine right of passage or the devil incarnate, with everything else in between?  We know the Greeks sought to define this ubiquitous emotional currency into four distinct categories: Agape, Philia, Eros, and Storge. Millenniums later, C.S. Lewis explores these tenants of love from a philosophically Christian point of view, eventually gleaning them into Affection, Friendship, Eros and Charity. Beginning with the idea that God is Love, Lewis believed that the many aspects of his "need-love, gift-love" theory ultimately stemmed from virtues greater than human desires. Nature, of course is not always so high and mighty when it comes to our hormones. The awakening of the libido in all of us can easily mistake sex as the love supreme.

                  "You know you're in love....because                                                        reality is finally better than your dreams"
                                            Dr. Seuss

My personal journey with the love bug began in the sixties where free love was the clarion call to action. Flashing the two fingered peace sign and yelling "make love, not war" made for quick friendships and easy alliances. There was a power in numbers and everyone knew we were in the "The Love Zone"  In this imaginary place, romantic love was the hottest ticket in town, where everything was permissible and all roads led to happiness. The love police drove away the boogieman of inhibition and sought to free our minds from the limits of religion and parental disapproval. Running wild in the streets with this new found freedom forged a lasting ring of fire around this naive girl that thought the bliss would never end.

                        "...I have no notion of loving people

                             by halves, it is not my nature"

                                           Jane Austen

However, once the drug of possession is flushed down the drain, its evil twin of anger takes over.  An unspeakable danger lurks in the veins causing so many of us to lash out at our former lovers.  The hostilities of disappointment and betrayal become a fist of fury and a beast of burden. Those vast sunny days gnarl themselves into the dark night of the soul. The reality of loss and lunacy is no longer a hidden madness.  Living in the hell of bitterness burns down the walls of faith and hope. Depression lingers in the background waiting to take flight while despair gropes the underworld for those still breathing.  How is it possible for the pendulum to swing so widely, causing us to plummet into the abyss?

                            "I love you as certain dark things are to be loved                                                                                        in secret, between the shadow and the soul."
                                                     Pablo Neruda

Navigating the multifaceted landscapes of emotion has poets. artists and philosophers charting a pathway between head and heart to understand why love is such an enigma. For the vast majority of people on this planet, human love is the penultimate. As social creatures, we crave interaction, intimacy, relevance and respect from others. These clearly defined emotional constructs fill in the gaps in our need to be wanted. However wonderful it feels to be engaged physically with another human being, it is love we are experiencing, or a dynamic sensation that has a finite beginning and end?

                                "The one you love and the one who loves

                                    you, are never, ever the same person."
                                                       Palahniuk

The commercialization of love is a time honored past time in today's society. The passion and the pain of romance play havoc with the true meaning of Love. In some social science circles, human emotions are no longer a big mystery. Once one is acquainted with frailty and judgement, jealousy and insecurity within the psyche, it becomes easier to distinguish these common reactions when lost within a tirade of feelings. Conversely, elation, exhilaration and euphoria can bring on emotions strong enough to take one's breath away, or passionate enough to kill. So, finding love within the framework of the human condition can be a very tricky business.

                                  "Was it hard...letting go? Not as hard as
                                    holding on to something that wasn't real."
                                                         Lisa Schroeder

As long as we are only interested in addressing physical attraction, lust, possession, and legal contracts, love will always be limited to these variables. On the other hand, if we seek to understand  how we are biologically wedded to the need-love syndrome, then, we will be better equipped to extricate ourselves from the revolving door. With the help of science, we are learning more about the calamitous pull between love and hate on our brains, which produce a physiological signature pattern emitted from those vibrations. This field is neuro-chemically and neuro-electrically connected to this energy. It is this kinetic force that makes us risk everything to empower the focus of our attention. This enhanced state of need makes romantic love the most addictive form of human desire. Attraction rules the roost and biology takes center stage. The object of our desire might well be our own elixir. 

                                                     
                                        "The bird doesn't sing because it has an
                                      answer, it sings because it has a song"
                                                    Maya Angelou

Curing the heart of the intense nature of romantic conditioning doesn't require giving up the joy and majesty that love conjures within our souls. Knowing and loving oneself intimately begins the process of balance and healthy integration with another person. Associations with like minded people goes beyond gender and age, as all of creation requires the dominance of love to give it life. The core of such power lies in the seeds of its consciousness and energy. Rocking out to the never ending story of the lightness of being is why Cupid has been more than just a sharp shooter, but a celestial reminder that his arrow is a double-edged sword. When I was a wee girl, my granny always said charity begins at home. Hopefully, this Valentine's Day, we are wiser and more self confident, knowing there's a great truth in the words of Oscar Wilde. "To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance." So be it!

                                         "It is not in the stars to hold our
                                             destiny but in ourselves"
                                                             Shakespeare


With great love and respect                
Esprit

The Big Sleep

For most of us, there is a nightly ritual that snatches day from our clutches in order to surrender into that shallow "death" called sleep. Populated with flashing signs of wild meanderings, we enter into a dream world of images and side shows that only the subconscious state can deconstruct. This
constant dress rehearsal allows us to ease into an unknown
place that comes with a stark warning: our waking hours are numbered...yikes!

In my early twenties, I was very interested in that heavenly palace of no return and began to read books by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, a Swiss American psychiatrist who became a modern day shaman on death and dying. Her pioneering work on the subject helped many understand what she called the five stages of grief and its powerful hold on the human psyche.  Through her efforts, most of us are comfortable with the near death experience, past lives, and ubiquitous of all; the journey through the tunnel of "light".

 Fascinated as I was with her findings, I also sought out radical ideas against my Catholic upbringing.  In the 70s, psychoactive drugs were one way to access mystical domains, and the books of Carlos Castaneda opened the doors for me to "a separate reality". At the same time, Reincarnation was all the rage with its concept that a soul can begin again in a new body after death. I also embraced Existentialists like Friedrich Nietzsche, Jean Paul Sartre and Albert Camus, who espoused a view that we can define our individual existence by choice and personal responsibility. But, it was the India philosopher, Jiddu Krishnamurti that made psychological revolution of mind and body seem more doable. Needless to say, as a student of Art and Philosophy, the inner search for Self was deep.

My youthful inquiries into New Age thinking over time grew into a healthy dose of quantum mechanics, Gnostic teachings and metaphysics, becoming a new blueprint to re-examine my
religious and social constructs on death.  What if the "many worlds" theory exists and we are just phasing out of one dimension and into another. Or perhaps an interchangeable "multiverse of parallel realities" could cast its spell and allow for particles to wave infinitely here, there, and everywhere.  Still, my mind wanted to capitalize on a popular notion that we are spiritual beings having a physical adventure.  What if this "event horizon" or death in our terms, was not the final curtain at all, but the "rest before renewal" that is common among other creations in nature? The life cycle of deciduous trees and other cyclical patterns in nature begs the question: why the tree and not me? Why has science been successful in identifying these inherent truths of the natural world, and yet we're separated out as an altered state of existence. Why, when every thing in nature supports every thing else is our life form so disconnected from the stardust of which we're made?

Clearly, these issues are larger than death. There are many possibilities for the lack of integration between human life and everything else that surrounds its. One unmistakable factor is the most obvious; there's no hardcore evidence that science nor religion can point to that would definitively identify who we are, why we are on this planet, and where we go when we depart. Thus, mythology and religious are stand-ins for the "unknowable".  As an artist. I am familiar with the process of bringing something to life.  I am "source energy" for my ideas, and the god of my kingdom.  Ordinary life however, is another story because our very existence is predicated on an unseen, omnipotence greater than ourselves. So, what's a girl to do. but play Peggy Lee's song "Is That All There Is"?

The power of this question has been hanging over us for centuries, producing only scientific conjecture, religious dogma and snake oil prophesies. Throughout, the increase in fear of the unknown has taken on many forms of self destructive lifestyles, the rise in mental illnesses, massive poverty and wanton greed on a global scale. Heaven and Hell are not destinations for the faint of heart, especially in light of the Inquisitions, Superstition, Witchcraft, Devil worship and Secular Sophistry. Popular culture only reinforces the blight with its litany of violent movies, vacuous TV shows, recycled ignorance in books, and the vampires of social media. Through it all Popes, preachers and politicians wielding the ballot and the bullet hasn't lead to peace on earth. Inundated with world events, we are chained to stories against a backdrop of terrorism, politics, and human failing, convincing some of us that our lives are dead on arrival.

This is especially true when we lose a loved one. The broken thread of intimacy and the lingering doubts as to how to proceed without them, is real. In recent years, many of our fellow students of the great work have died. At these times, who doesn't yearn to be brought into the mythical "Secret chambers of the Celestial Wise Ones," to tell us what the hell is going on? Unfortunately, screaming and shouting at the night sky doesn't exactly reveal secrets of the universe. Yet, this didn't stop me from trying to receive transmissions from the other side. Luckily for me, the communications came in the form of a friend who was alive, but on the abyss of her next adventure.

Many years ago. a fellow student asked me to be with her during her "graduation", as she called it.  I agreed and witnessed her slow, but lucid journey to the other side. In her hospital room, the stage was set. The night's darkness was full blown and its ominous mystery lingered at the foot of her bed. She summons me to come over and pointed to unseen forms nearby. I gazed deeply into a blank space and saw nothing.  I knew this part because my mother had had a similar experience before her passing.  My friend, shuttered and fell back onto her pillow, limp.  I held my breath. She was gone.  I made my peace and turned toward the window about to leave the bedside when she grabbed my hand. I jumped and was amazed. Not yet, her eyes told me.  She struggled to lift herself to me and speak. "They're here" My entire body tightened. I stepped back, pondering. I knew she had died, but, still she was talking to me, awake.

 Her breathing was shallow now and I waited for more.  A few minutes went by and then, nothing.  Letting go had happened again. I stroked her forehead and went to leave. She shocked me out of my skin when she grabbed my arm. Too many minutes had gone by and yet, she was here again, alive! She repeated this "resurrection" once more.  I was astonished how she could reanimate herself so easily. Each time on her return, I could tell she was given more information about where she was going.  I gave her a drink of water and she smiled. A nurse came in and suggested I get some rest, I left and would return in an hour.  But, when I came back to the hospital, there was no one home.

I have contemplated this event for a long time.  There was a fearlessness about how my friend embraced the unknown place for which she was heading.  I will never forget the coming and going of her effort to gain as much insight before the final push.  That she was lucid much of her waking time led me to know there was an awareness that didn't frighten her. I was so grateful to have been present and brave enough not to run when every bone in my body wanted me to. The power of living every minute with grace and grit, fortitude and wonderment adds another dimension to my life for me. I stared down my own fear that evening and I am very happy that I did.

Now, I allow the mystery to unfold everyday.  At night, the big sleep is not about the rehearsal, but the "knowing".  Each time when that veil drops, I can roam in the fields of another reality. Dreamtime is the best time of the day for me because I can be taken to the many worlds of consciousness.  I ride the energy rails of possibilities and know why eternal life has no body nor boundaries.  I hold onto the notion that my soul mate is the body I wear in order to touch the wonders we have created, collectively.

The big sleep is a big deal, not because of what it takes away from us, but how it allows us rest before renewal. Just ask Billy Fingers, he's having a heck of a time from his neck of the woods!

                                                                        " Earth is a stopover
                                                                       and what you achieve there
Happy New Year!                                      is only a small part of the deal"
With great love and respect.     
Rene (Esprit)                                                        The Afterlife of Billy Fingers