Date: Mon, 27 Oct 1997 16:02:57 -0800
Subject: Re: Michael on healing (was Re: Expanded View of AMT)

Note - this was sent at the same time as my last two, but evidently got lost someplace (it's not in the archive).

| From: Lori Tostado
| Subject: Michael on healing (was Re: Expanded View of AMT)
|
| As far as bleedthrough and casting go, I still question which part of
| casting is supposedly the strongest? Is it the greater cadence number,
| the minor cadence number, or the position within the cadence?

Influence is opposite of hierarchy. The position of the fragment within the cadence is the greatest influence, then the cadence within the greater cadence, then the greater cadence within the role, which is the highest in the hierarchy.

| I got channeled for me that my greater (major--49 essences) cadence is
| server, and the minor cadence (set of seven essences) is priest, and my
| position in the cadence is artisan.

That sounds, though the wording is different, like 2/6/1 (or as I write it - 2.6.1).

| I also have artisan ET bleedthrough. Artisan feels very strong in me.

It should, with ET bleedthrough and primary casting.

| When I found out I had priest casting, that was really interesting...

Six in the second position should facilitate channeling those on the astral plane (seven helps channel those on the causal).

| Well, just some more brain-storming for you... ;^)
|
| Lori

Some good discussions going on here of late, IMO.

Regards,
Dick [2.1(3)/5/4.2-144=4.7.3<5.150/4.5=26/4.11>]
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Dick Hein / Mountain View, California.

Date: Thu, 30 Oct 1997 13:12:02 -0500 (EST)
Subject: Change of Wardrobe

For all who remember me as a Artisan/Scholar, things have changed once again.

I just finished up two sessions with Joya Pope, and although I'll give the results about a month to thoroughly resonate, this is how my overleaves currently look:

Old Soul 3
Sage/Server
ET incarnate (ex-girlfriend ;-p)
Relaxation
Pragmatist > sliding to skeptic, idealist
Intellectual/Emotional
Self-Dep
5th entity/Cad (1) 3
Mother imprint: Mature 4 Artisan/King
Father Imprint: Mature 2 Server/Sage

Gee, I guess I'll have to put Lactose Imbalanced Freak on the backburner for awhile. ;-p

Dave

Date: Thu, 30 Oct 1997 11:28:34 +0000
Subject: Re: Change of Wardrobe

Welcome back. The kitty-cats have gone back into hiding.

John

Date: Fri, 31 Oct 1997 02:29:56 -0500
Subject: Essence Twin Discussion

Kate:

>>> life stories, is why. <g> Hence, my attraction to the Michael material;
it seems to have practical applications, and I like to see how it might fit
in my life and in that of others. There are distinct patterns of behavior
that I have seen that seem to correspond to the Michael material. <<<

>> If that isn't testing and validating, I don't know what is. <<

Oh! Well, I suppose I am a student, then. <g>

>> Undoubtedly not =every= bit from your subconscious is channeling, but
probably more of it is than you realize. One of the characteristics of
channeling is that it seems to be your imagination. In fact, your
"imagination" is the mechanism by which you receive information when you
actively channel. <<

>> As for background channeling - our guides are feeding us stuff all the
time, and all we have to do is listen for it. <<

| image will pop into my head and I'll continue writing...only to find out
| later when I actually do the historical research it that it's exactly as
| I described. Probably some past life stuff. I seem to remember quite a
| bit of that from time to time.

>> An excellent description of channeling, IMO. With practice one learns to
feel when the information is solid/right/valid. <<

>> Uh, so what are you doing now? :^) <<

Love,

Karen

Date: 30 Oct 1997 12:01:00 -0700
Subject: Happy Halloween! The Raven

Dear All!

I was forwarded this VERY clever poem. I wish I had written it. I'm not sure if the name at the bottom is the author or not. Enjoy everyone and Happy Halloween

Jen (silent lurker as of late)

With apologizes to Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.
Typing with a steady hand,
I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
"Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!"
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully, I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Choose Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee
Timidly I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off-guard --
I pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
Now in desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

There I sat, distraught, exhausted by my own machine accosted
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night.
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my core.
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

To this day I do not know
The place to which lost data goes.
What demonic nether world is wrought where data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Thank You,
Haven Lorenzini

Date: Fri, 31 Oct 1997 11:41:25 -0500 (EST)
Subject: re: Halloween Tricks

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO OUT THERE! ANYBODY HOME?

This must be the Halloween TRICK - there's seems to be no TREAT on the List at the moment -

HAPPY EVE OF ALL HALLOWS

LOVE * PEACE * JOY

* LIGHT*

Date: Fri, 31 Oct 1997 09:22:51 +0000
From: Dean
Subject: Happy Halloween!

THE END OF THE RAVEN
by
Edgar Allen Poe's cat

On a night quite unenchanting, while the rain was downward slanting,
I awoke to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.
"Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor,
"There is nothing I like more."

Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed,
Toward his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.
While the bard and birdie chatted, I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor.
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor--
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.

Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered,
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents worth--
"Nevermore."
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly lept up! pouncing on the feathered bore.
Soon he was a heap of plummage, and a little blood and gore--
Only this and not much more.

"Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out. "Pussycat, it's time I dried out!
Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before;
How I've wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty
Put an end to that damned ditty." Then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped--and smashed it to the floor.

Date: Fri, 31 Oct 1997 10:13:59 -0800
Subject: Re: Halloween Tricks

***********
COMMANDER'S LOG:
STARDATE: 40217.5

AFTER SOME RESEARCH IN THE GAMMA QUADRANT ON SENTIENT LIFEFORMS IN THE TARCONDA REGION, WE HAVE ARRIVED ON AN M-CLASS PLANET WHICH STRIKINGLY RESEMBLES EARTH DURING THE CRETACIOUS PERIOD. INTERESTINGLY, WE HAVE FOUND MANY VARIOUS FORMS OF LIFE WHICH BORDER ON SENTIENCE. SOME HUMANOID IN APPEARANCE, OTHERS LIKE LARGE GASEOUS CLOUDS WITH JELLY-FISH LIKE EXOPLASMIC SKINS, WHICH FLOAT IN MID-AIR.

WAIT! WAIT! WE'RE MOVING THROUGH A TUNNEL! ........... THERE IS A LIGHT MOVING TOWARDS US, NO, NO, WE'RE MOVING INTO IT.... WE HAVE ARRIVED OUT THE OTHER SIDE OF SOME STRANGE TUNNEL INTO THE OPEN OF A RATHER LARGE....AMUSEMENT PARK? HEY! IT'S DISNEYLAND! 20TH CENTURY EARTH. CAPTAIN--YOU DIDN'T TELL US WE'D GET TO GO HERE--WOOHOO! :^)

:END OF LOG
***********

Commander Lori Tostado
(who gets to wear her Star Trek uniform to work today, heheheh, and be her true self.) ;-p

Date: Sat, 1 Nov 1997 08:34:38 +0900 (JST)
Subject: Re: Halloween Tricks

At 19:06 31/10/1997 -0000, Commander Lori Tostado wrote:

> ***********
> COMMANDER'S LOG:
> STARDATE: 40217.5
>
> AFTER SOME RESEARCH IN THE GAMMA QUADRANT ON SENTIENT LIFEFORMS IN THE
> TARCONDA REGION, WE HAVE ARRIVED ON AN M-CLASS PLANET WHICH STRIKINGLY
> RESEMBLES EARTH DURING THE CRETACIOUS PERIOD. INTERESTINGLY, WE HAVE

Thanks for that Lori. Having been raised in a country without Halloween tradition, you fooled me. At first, I thought I was reading some Ashtar or any other Command journey report. I hope you enjoyed your gLORIous Star Trek outfit. You're lucky it's Autumn or Spring many Earthly places this time of the year, so you wouldn't get roasted in your outfit -- or did they take seasons into account?

Tell us how your true self performed.

Jose Caldeira
Brazilian subject landed in Japan

Date: Fri, 31 Oct 1997 16:36:35 -0800
Subject: Re: Halloween Tricks

Greetings Jose!

Jose Caldeira wrote:

> Thanks for that Lori. Having been raised in a country without Halloween
> tradition, you fooled me. At first, I thought I was reading some Ashtar or
> any other Command journey report.

Oh, that's very funny! You got it!!! Not only do I really like Star Trek, but I chose the commander's rank to make fun of the Ashtar thingie, heheh. Michael once told me, in a reading I had a few years ago, something a friend had also told me: that I was part of the Ashtar Command. In fact, my friend even said I had this commander's name, but refused to tell me what it was (as if to say, I wasn't ready to hear it--hah! Arrogance.) So anyway, I have some fun with it, even though it's supposedly true.

> I hope you enjoyed your gLORIous Star Trek
> outfit. You're lucky it's Autumn or Spring many Earthly places this time of
> the year, so you wouldn't get roasted in your outfit -- or did they take
> seasons into account?

Thanks! Well, here in this part of California, it's been pretty warm for autumn. But by this evening, when my 18-month old son gets into his little space-man costume, it should be rather cool outside....Oh, we're looking so forward to taking him out into the neighborhood, I just hope he doesn't get scared with all the strange and scary costumes on kids running all around!

So Brazil and Japan do not have Halloween type celebrations? I thought maybe Brazil would have the Day of the Dead (El Dia de los Muertos) like Mexico or something, on Nov. 1st? I think this holiday, even though it's so commercialized in the US, is so much fun, even looking at it as a perspective of being able to laugh in the face of fear. This I think, is something society needs more of.

> Tell us how your true self performed.

"OK, Scotty, very funny--now beam down my clothes." ;-) But really, ironically, I feel somehow at home as a Starfleet Commander, ha ha.

:^) Blessings,
Lori