Hatshepsut
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I did go read and refresh. Excellent summation, pics and all!
LRH speaks as if it's a plus to have part and parcel of 'yerself' held hither and thither. Mebbe......mebbee not.
Personally, I had one time recovered similar memories and it was dated to 7200 yrs ago.....not the 8200 of his memory. I suppose this was a rescue phase then. But, there are also other memories operating exterior over Crete and various places in Aegean. Vivid ones, being the irreverent 'brat' child of minor gods, mixing and matching life forms like a kid with his Mr Potato Head toy. How does one Earth grounded game morph into a mass of space opera stuff. Different beings? Similar identities got fused? From HERE......or NOT FROM HERE? That question seems almost irrelevant. What is.. is, I suppose.
LRH makes a particular point about himself 'not' being from here. Too bad as it might be to his credit. It's with certainty, I feel, that I existed as from here, long before that ceased to be. From a Zero point is where we originate, create ourselves and fresh viewpoints, from outside time and space. The 'implants' Ron is fixated with, seem to define one's starting point? Where in the big picture to place appearing recalls of bounty hunting in deep space and those of being the hunted one? It's all part of one or another eclectic of composite identities attached to the topic.
Ron never claimed he was a group member, crashed in the Himalayas. There are certain circumstances that might follow if that were true. I know, it happened to me during one particular war on the Nile . My mind was injured and out of skew. I was fragmented, afloat between worlds, not fitting anywhere, yet I possessed a basic schematic to survive as a human as if this software, this Platonic idea of humanity, existed always on the library shelf. It's one of those perfect prime postulates. A perfect creation that allows no unholy contamination to bleed in and corrupt it. Wonder of wonders! I do believe that lead to a religious side. Not perfectly human, but close enough... I shifted up to a tiny cave high among Nepal pines...I received a grace and time to undo from that niche.. Some casualties of war are smashed deeply with portions of their ultimate enemy, leading them to seek purification..always. Are there hints in accounts of some rebels like John the Baptist....or once existing Essenes.
All the various game valences may pile onto the same core intention. When, whence, wither, does a person assert he has his roots. Wherever attention is stuck?
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