Lava Cocktail Review: Summer Solstice Edition 2009
by
Jaye Beldo
‘A Toast to Your Psychic Health!’
In this Edition:
Lava Cocktail on Vimeo
Unitarian Universalist Church:
Mind Control Cult
Infinity is Biased
Macbeth Critique
The Millennium Myth
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in the form of my take on a much over-rated book IMO, called Supernatural by Graham Hancock. Also there you will find snippets of guitar demos and my sarcasti-cynical songs performed when my prana was pooling up in one of the lower sefira on the Tree of Life. Fortunately, my prana must have been benignly pooling in the Keter sefira when I shot the following:
http://blog.lavacocktail.com/2009/06/08/mourning-doves-in-love.aspx?ref=rss
Recently I made an announcement in regards to my retirement from book reviewing-the last review I penned being The Tuxedomoon Chronicles: Music for Vagabonds by Isabelle Corbisier and which appeared in Your Flesh and Mysteries Magazine. Several of you have asked why I’m doing this and my answer is that, sad to say, over 90% of the books sent to me, for lack of a more palatable word, suck. The editing/proofing is minimal, if done at all and in regards to originality-this seems to be an endangered thing in itself-taboo amongst writers afraid to venture out alone on the intellectual frontier for fear of ostracism (and potentially meager book sales). Surely there should be a tax levied against writers who copy and paste from Wikipedia as a means to create filler in the places where there should be originality and vitality. Please check out my previous top ten lists on the lava Cocktail blog for a reminder of what books should be and do your best to support the authors who write them.
After announcing my book reviewer retirement, I came across the very first book review I ever wrote on The Millennium Myth by Michael Grosso, which I penned way back when for Magical Blend magazine. It also showed up on The Light Party website-that’s right-a political party made of light. It wouldn’t be hard to find members at a rally as they most likely will be glowing in a third party wattage kind of way.
Thanks again for your interest in the Lava Cocktail Review. Please stay tuned for the release of my book Autobiography of a Monarch Butterfly-on how I’ve managed to heal from trauma based mind control using meditation, yoga and creative visualization techniques. I’m also making my book A Stab in the Light available again-so please check that out as well- a more palatable version as I've bowdlerized the alien pornography in it that seems to have offended more than a few readers.
Cheers,
Jaye Beldo
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Univeralist Unitarianism: Mind Control Cult
by
Jaye Beldo
A few years ago a ‘well-meaning’ neighbor kept insisting that I go to the local Unitarian Church with her. Trusting my gut instincts, I politely declined and successfully hid my irritation at her persistence. The Unitarian Church proclaims a ‘creedless', liberal’ and ‘tolerant’ perspective on all forms of spirituality, sexual and political orientation. At least that is the surface story that is offered up to its members. A few months ago, this same woman then dropped me as a friend after playing this ‘concerned’ and ‘motherly’ role during what at the time was a very stressful period of my life in regards to caretaking my elderly parents-for reasons that still remain unknown. So much for unconditional Unitarian love. Incidentally, the woman was also pressuring my parents to attend the church as well, even offering to drive them there while knowing of their elderly and frail condition. They too wisely declined the offer. As I passed by her house one day recently, wondering why she suddenly snubbed me, I felt this chill, accompanied by low level, very negative thoughts that persisted for quite some time afterwards.
In fact, they persisted for about three weeks.
In meditation one morning, I then saw the origin of the disturbance, i.e., what appeared to be a steel band around my third eye, something previously encountered during a brush with the Elizabeth Claire Prophet cult and which I describe in greater detail in my book Autobiography of a Monarch Butterfly. My spiritual guides then removed this etheric band from my forehead and I must confess I was rather shocked to see under all the so called broad minded, ‘creedless’ tolerance of the church, a distinctly Luciferic entity feeding off the energy bodies of church members-taking advantage of the 'liberal' premise in the group mind to conveniently hide behind. It looked very similar to the entity behind the Elizabeth Claire Prophet cult. My ego rejected these insights but after a few days the persistent negative thoughts I was having disappeared and I felt more at peace. Insight always leads to release, if wisdom is gained from the experience and if it is authentic.
Then suddenly I remembered that I had given a talk on my dream work at a Unitarian Church in Minneapolis in the early ‘90s. My impression at that time was that the church was really a kind of singles’s bar using a spiritual premise to make it seem that it was operating at a higher level than a meat market. As I gave my dream spiel to the audience, there was this guy with a shirt unbuttoned to the navel sitting in the front row, flaunting a bear claw necklace. It took everything I had to keep from laughing at this spiritual stud no doubt ready to prey on some vulnerable widow afterwards and worm his way into her life.
Even weirder, I then recalled one of my ‘polite’ responses to the woman included one where I said I would only go if I could give a talk at the Unitarian church. I went home and actually began to put a Powerpoint program together entitled: New Age COINTELPRO and the Optimism Gestapo-rife with photographs of so called ascended masters such as Koot Hoomi, New Age con-artists like Neale Donald Walsch, etc. and wrote some notes for the lecture on… Luciferic deception in the New Age movement. It was purely an unconscious move on my part-perhaps both to distance and protect myself from the influences of the Unitarian Universalist Church and in retrospect, too eerie to ignore considering I was addressing the heart of the beast itself in my intended lecture.
This same women-using the ‘good intentions’ ploy no doubt, also took it upon herself to do some matchmaking for me and introduced me to another woman- a stunningly brilliant artist with a sensitive and deep soul. The relation ended only a few months later-quite horribly/harshly-as if forces were pitting us against one another that we both had little control over. Meditating, praying for insights, I could see how we were both being manipulated by these dark forces working through the so called church and the woman herself-although very unconsciously on her part. It left me feeling very bitter-at being used in that way-and I wished I could have met this person outside the realm of these malicious influences. I really think my spiritual guides were protecting me all along as I probably couldn’t have handled the insights during the time that I was interacting with the artist.
Recently, I came across an excellent observation about 'good-intenders', in William Gray's book Exorcising the Tree of Evil:
"If well-meaning but weak people act with good intentions but feeble effect, this may be commandeered by intelligent agents of evil motives, and misappropriated accordingly."
This certainly seems to be the case with the above mentioned church woman who had no awareness of how evil was working through her. Since then, I've used this experience to further my discriminatory skills especially in regards to people who appear to be decent and good but are unconscious vehicles for negative forces. A pre-requisite to doing this has involved getting rid of my Aquarian optimism and tendency to want to think the best of people. Not anymore!
Another memory surfaced recently while re-editing my novel A Stab in the Light-a scene based on a real life event where a couple I knew were married by a Unitarian minister on a rent-a-yacht in Florida back in 1986. Wearing a Miami Vice jacket and Vuarnet sunglasses, I did my best to hide my total inebriation from the guy-who was obviously disturbed by the pop culture costume I was wearing. I punched a cassette player to sound the intro. to the ceremony, a number from the Francesco Zappa album that sounded wedding ceremony enough. This seemed to weird the minister out even more but he went ahead with the hitching. However, the Unitarian bond between the couple didn’t last for more than a couple of months. After the woman got pregnant, the guy split. Now I realize that there was some insidious whammy being done on them via the Unitarian morphogenetic field-although I was too sloshed at the time to pick up on it.
As always, when disturbing information surfaces such as described above, I then tend to want 'tangible' information, a 'conclusive' verification that my reactions, gut instincts are valid. Attempting to ground my experiences out, I came across some disturbing information that at least confirms my initial misgivings about attending the church. In Robert D. Morningstar's book review on A Certain Arrogance by George Michael Evica
www.ufodigest.com/news/1106/certainarrogance.html
I discovered that:
"...the Unitarian Church and the Quaker movement, were used as "fronts" in the selection and culling of candidates for espionage and special operations by America's intelligences services, OSS and CIA, domestically and abroad."
On another net search, I also found that Greg Paker, from educationforum.ipbhost.com states:
"The Unitarian Church/International Association for Religious Freedom owned and operated the Albert Schweitzer College to which Oswald applied while still in the Marines with Thornley at Santa Ana.
During this same period, publisher r-w RC Hoile was giving lectures at Unitarian Churches and Exchange Clubs in Orange County. Also touring Unitarian Churches in the area at that time giving lectures were Stephen Fritchman, Carl Rogers and Abraham Maslow - all representing the Western Behavioral Sciences Institute (WBSI).
Vaughn Marlowe has advised that he knew a Skinnerite at UCLA who was associated with the WBSI - leaving open the distinct possibility that Skinner himself was associated with it.
BF Skinner was a product of Army Intelligence. The book A Clockwork Orange was based on Skinner's experiments in behavioral control. Skinnerites were supporters of his theories involving reward/punishment."
Quite a bizarre alliance IMO-a church purportedly promoting ‘univeralist’ spiritualist values and allowing Skinnerites to give lectures there. Spirit is supposed to something free-not modified, behaviorally speaking.
From a 'Christian' perspective, here is what Contender Ministries observes about the Unitarian Church:
"It is evident that the draw of this cult is that it provides a release of each individual from accountability. As you will see, they profess that all will be saved, so everyone must follow the spiritual path of their choosing. It is a convenient departure from personal responsibility and accountability. The UU says, "Everyone is okay, so just live life the way you want to."
http://contenderministries.org/unitarianuniv.php
Before you write me off as a totalizing crank, I realize there are always exceptions to cult rules and I don’t want to come off like most conspiracists do who use convenient blanket analysis to write off whatever they suspect is a cult-however one must consider that any group mind whether created by the Unitarian Church or a seemingly benign political organization is vulnerable to infiltration by negative forces-who then hide behind the consensus and become very difficult to detect and locate. It is inter-dimensional COINTELPRO and we all must be on guard-heighten our perceptions and trust our gut feelings. In the case of the friendly Unitarian Church invite I received, if I had let my guard down fully, I could have been in worse trouble. So believer beware!
(C)2009 Jaye Beldo
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Infinity is Biased
by
Jaye Beldo
An astronomer held a ruler up to the sky
But couldn't measure much.
The tiny increments on his yardstick
Folded into the vast nothingness.
He took his case to a bureaucracy
And filed a lawsuit against Infinity.
When the trial date finally arrived,
Infinity the lawyer intimidatingly eyed,
And with well-practiced surety
Suavely proclaimed to the jury
That Infinity discriminated unjustly
Against the spans of Time and Space-
While never even showing its face.
After little deliberation
Infinity was found blameworthy of defamation
Against inches, hours, miles, and years.
Infinity was found biased beyond measure:
Prejudiced towards minutes, epochs, and meters;
In its hiring practices a cheater.
The judge slowly emerged from his chamber,
Slammed his little gavel down
And loudly intoned, "Guilty!"
Outside the Courthouse Infinity had no face to show
The waiting press and photographers.
Indicted on seven counts, then off to jail.
But the law somehow had failed,
Because Infinity was nowhere to be found
Within the bounds of space and time.
Soon groups were formed to prevent more crime.
"Mad Mothers Against Infinity" angrily cried
For long lost sons
Who in the Immeasurable died.
"Rights to Finitude" bombed physics labs
And observatories.
"Infinity Anonymous" members
Told their Twelve Step Stories
Of being addicted to the vastness of emptiness.
The Astronomer couldn't profit from his law suit,
So he formed a "Limits to Infinity" group.
Even though the sentence
Had unanimously been passed,
That it is ultimately, unjustly biased,
Infinity could never be imprisoned,
Not even in a special jail cell
Made up of Powers of Ten.
Infinity is Biased originally appeared in the November 1991 issue of The Window
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Macbeth Critique
by
Jaye Beldo
In 1999, I attended a performance of Macbeth in Minneapolis. The actress Carolyn Goelzer who played Lady Macbeth stood above and beyond the rest of the cast, thus compelling me to write her the following letter. She must I have thought I was nucking futs, esp. with the Pleiadian/Atlantean/Enochian stuff-but what can I say, I was out on a constellatory limb that day and my ajna chakra was far too open.
3/29/99
Dear Carolyn,
I'm compelled to commend you for your 'performance' as Lady Macbeth in the
current Jungle Theater rendition of Shakespeare's elusive bit of ambiguity.
However, sad to say, I experienced a tragedy much greater than the one Macbeth
is supposed to convey, namely that such a talent as yourself has to be
surrounded by personae of much lesser competence. Most of the 'supporting'
cast simply does not have the sophistication and sensitivity required to pull
off such a difficult play.
In your opening scene, your aura (Greek word for Breeze) extended way beyond the
theater, connecting with the very cosmological origins, the Galaxia Kuklos, of
not only your character, but the likes of Medea, Hypatia of Catherine Wheel
fame and many many others from what I could see. In tantric parlance, your were
practicing a theatrical version of mahima, i.e., the ability to expand ones
consciousness to the farthest reaches of the universe. Most impressive
indeed! I witnessed many subtle transitions within your character along
these lines which has convinced me that your power, that is, the power of your
understanding and intimate familiarity with these archetypes is what threatened
those around you on the stage and in the audience as well and caused them to
resist on a very primary level.
I experienced a similar kind of collective resistance amongst audience members
last spring when I was given an assignment to cover the Whole Life Expo, the
big holistic/New Age convention. I attended a talk by Barbara Hand Clow who channels
Pleiadian beings (of a benign nature), on the disaster of
Atlantis in 9600 B.C. and how it is still encoded in our unconscious
minds/bodies and causes us to become fearful during transition stages like the
one we are in now. I felt the audience tense up as she talked and resist the
powers emanating through her. People just weren't ready for such intensity.
Your partner, Ol' cornball 'Macbeth', wasn't ready to face the intensity
emanating from Lady Macbeth's heart. It may not have been Atlantean stuff
coming through her but it certainly had that kind of enormity. And it wasn't
pretend stuff either. Mr. M was threatened the most by your power-hence his
walling off, default stiffness and an overall lifeless response to your lines
He obviously wanted to retreat back to his safe and
familiar hay bale auditorium where he could be left alone to monologue to the
converted. The bastard, pardon me, tried to neutralize the living powers
you unconditionally offered up to the audience. He also tried to steal your
powers in hopes that his character would become more convincing, a kind of
vampirism I usually see as a given in the music industry. A tragedy could be
written about this very thing because I see it everywhere. Maybe Macbeth
should be revised with this kind of vampirism in mind. Please pardon my anger
but I've witnessed this very thing utterly ruin talent after talent. All to
feed corporate Moloch I suppose. Are you exhausted after your performances?
You may need to protect yourself etherically. But with an aura like you were
flaunting on the night I attended, I think you're doing o.k.
In our time, not many can handle such presence and directness as you had your
character convey. That to me is the greatest tragedy of all.
"The evil of our time is the loss of consciousness of evil."
-Krishnamurti
I kept thinking of this unforgettably apt quote when I failed to get through
many of the actors's resistances to Shakespeare's true intent hidden within his
play and perhaps lost to us forever. Our own loss of the consciousness of evil,
ironically, enhanced your character's presence which tried to reconnect us to
that very evil. But it also made you appear as an isolated archetype
confronted with a futile mission. A painful anomaly at that.
I guess the challenge would be to encourage others in the production, actors as
well as the producers/directors, to face the very things that are supposed to
be evoked by 'Macbeth' , an awareness of evil, the uncertainty of that
awareness, both within and without, amongst other things.
I have one suggestion, possibly a facetious one: Have Mr. Macbeth read John
Dee's work on Enochian Magic and encourage him to summons up some of the
Elizabethan spirits. Get the witches in on this, they need some enlivening
too. Or have him astrally project and arrive in Inverness Tower around midnight
and challenge the Freemasonic goons hanging around to a sword fight. Maybe this
will scare him sufficiently enough into submission and he'll become liquid
enough to allow the Macbeth archetype to come through more convincingly. I
doubt that the Amazonian memento mori talked about through the theater grapevine
can be fully blamed for his lack. Well I must end this unusual 'critique'. I hope you
don't think I'm being to terribly indulgent/flaky about all of this. Not many publications will run my
stuff these days, at least locally, so I hope you're content with this review
and find some use value within it.
I most sincerely wish you the best Carolyn!
Love and Shantih,
Jaye Beldo
*****
The Millennium Myth
by Michael Grosso
Quest Books
At the crack of doom, many of us are confronting a kind of "catch 666." Either we can opt for one of the Judgement Day package deals currently on the salvation market: from the glib Rapture promised by Elizabeth Claire Prophet to Ashtar Command's assurance that a spaceship will whisk us to the Pleiades as the earth gets trashed to promises of designer immortality and cyberspace refuges which will harbor us from apocalypse. Or, we can fend for ourselves and ad-lib our eschatology. Some of us feel more than confused by the choices at hand and repulsed by the sleazy patina of gloom on most of them.
In Michael Grosso's The Millennium Myth, he suggests that we "double focus on the possibilities." That not all is dire or ludicrous about finality, that there is a certain energy - perhaps even a kind of force - that awaits in the eye of the endtime hurricane, an energy that we can immensely benefit from. In fact, the book suggests that the millennial myths are merely sustained Bardo projections that we must not flee from but rather squarely face if we are to be liberated. We can simply take in the illusion without the residual heed that is so operantly rooted in our souls.
From John of Patmas to Joseph Smith of Palmyra, from Thomas Muntzer to Charles Manson and David Koresh, from Tiamat to the Galactic Ambassadors, The Millennium Myth, charts the torments of our world's most prominent endtime prophets. The book refracts Grosso's ecumenical scholarship, unassuming and never ponderous. With every turn of the page of the millennial field guide there are fresher insights to be had. The author maintains an aesthetic distance from the rather trying myths that he investigates.
For example, in his re-exegesis of St. John's perennial best seller, Revelations, he makes the striking analogy that the serpent Satan "chained up for a thousand years" can be regarded merely as a perverted parallel of the kundalini serpent of Tantric Hinduism: a serpent coiled and ready to spring from its coccyx lair to activate the sahaswara chakra and bring us to blissful release.
What Grosso uncovers through a vibrant mosaic of historical and prospective examples is that we can opt for what Jung called, "the transcendent function: the reconciling third which emerges from the unconscious in the form of a symbol or a new attitude after the conflicting opposites have been consciously differentiated and the tensions between them held." Grosso leaves this notion open for contemplation for it really cannot be fully answered at the moment as we ride out the fin de millennium glitch of chaos, uncertainty and upheaval. Could reconciliation take place in the "third space" as Zen practitioners call it: the space between waking and dreams?
The reconciling third resonates from above, below, between and beyond the lines of every page. The author has not fallen under the spell of the myth and has not been pulled into the undertow of solipsism promoted by most middle class pseudo-intellectuals of our day. Having given us the Carte Blanche to decide for ourselves on matters of reconciliation/redemption Grosso continues, with much elan, to add his observations on the millennial implications of new technology, "technocalypse" as he has aptly coined it: cyberspace, nanotechnology, cryonics, futurism, the eschaton encoded in the now malleable protein chains of DNA, as well as the eventual transcendence of death.
While reading The Millennium Myth, a sense of awareness resonated through my being that we can give birth and fruition to the hieroglyphs that signal the beginnings of shared consciousness, of solidarity, of the global nexuses and meridians our shamans, witches, eco-spiritualists, Gaia worshippers and other assorted pagans aspire to connect and activate. Grosso suggests, with little trumpeting, that instead of being fascinated/frustrated with endtime con-artists, that we simply herald the "changing of the gods."
(Reprint, Magical Blend, Issue #52. Review by Jaye Beldo)
Copyright © 1996
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(C)2009-Jaye Beldo
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