T H E C O S M I C C U B E
COSMIC CUBE CIRCUIT 12.11
Kingship is traditionally sent down from on high and 2003 is no exception. When that which is perfect is come its game-over for that which is in part. One flawless cosmic mirror provides a backdrop for error correction of all other parts.
As the MOTHERSHIP took off in September 1973, I watched the fabric crumble. The old Kingdom seemed like straws blowing in the wind after a nuclear explosion. It was like the flapping canvas backdrop in an old fashioned pantomime. There were many witnesses who experienced this effect. Behind the canvas was another scene exactly like the first, but of a substance less dense than matter. The trees were brighter, more translucent. I then realised that our whole dimension is covered in a veil, an intellectual shroud of pre-coded separation from the real world. The veil is held in place by icons.
In 1973 I wondered... Was the canvas dimension really crumbling; or was it just the scales flaking off my Mind's Eye as a result of the decoding operation on the Starship? Like the polishing of the smoky mirror known to aborigines perhaps? The flaw on our Cosmic Mirror vanishes as we go to the end of the thought about God and Life. This is the prized "A-Z-Cosmology Grade" in Metaphysics. Going to the end of the thought means examining all crucial and controversial issues, in every level of the parallel social, natural and spiritual bands and definitively closing each circuit.
The SOLUTION comes up as a return to Dynastic Theocracy. God-Man has far greater freedom, balanced with a far-far, greater responsibly for his own domestic affairs in matters of birth, death, and the husbandry of planetary life. This is the "Middle Pillar" aspect. Each generation is responsible for its continuity and keeping the principle of abundant life on track.
As "the smoke of her burning" dies away we enter The Temple of Infinity. Divine Love is the catalyst. One drop turns the waters of humanity into individualized crystal chips. I recall the way we expressed this theme in hymns during my kindergarten days at Holy Trinity, on each Armistice Day, November the 11th.
"On dune (Dune, neat eh!) and headland (external/internal) sinks the fire. Lo all our pomp of yesterday, is one with Ninevah and Tyre. Lord of All Nations, hear us yet. LEST WE FORGET. LEST WE FORGET!"