Ancient Scroll Entitled "Rules of War"
06/26/12 at 07:20:13
Ancient Scroll Entitled "Rules of War"
I had two dreams in a row where a friend that recently passed was going over legal documents with me, except it wasn't really him. I don't think I actually saw his face in those dreams, which is unusual (and a giveaway). This person had hands that belonged to a dark entity that stalks me, which I call "Mr. Tall, Dark, & Creepy." So, I'm pretty sure he was impersonating my friend.
Anyway, he was wearing my friend's clothes and we were in some chamber in what seemed to be his castle (in the spiritual realms) where he did his business, like an office. He had taken out some scrolls and unrolled them. These scrolls unrolled top to bottom and had that old style calligraphy on them. The hands were definitely that entity's hands unfolding the scroll, jabbing at it line by line, etc. He explained to me that there was an old spiritual conflict and that at the beginning of the conflict we all had to choose sides. The main document was The 'Rules of War' governing that conflict and outlined what was allowed and what wasn't allowed to transpire between the combatants.
He then showed me a contract I had entered into when the conflict first erupted and explained that I had entered on the opposing side to the side he entered on. IOW: We were officially and legally opponents and not friends. He said that I had changed since the outbreak of hostilities and that I had moved from being on the side I originally took (my heart had changed and I'd learned to love) and should consider switching sides. (Of course, Tall, Dark, & Creepy knows to sound good to, Hence the bit about me learning to love. He had to make it sound appealing to me and a enough like my friend to convince me. Well, he failed!)
He had a new contract drawn up but I wouldn't sign it. We went back and forth in both dreams for some time. I explained that I couldn't remember the conflict and didn't know about it. I said that I would have to trust that I took the right side to begin with. I said that I couldn't make that decision from where I am now and would have to go back to spirit before I could reconsider.
At the end what it all came down to was that I didn't want any part of the conflict and would not abide by any contract or rules of war. I renounced both! Well, he pointed out that I was in violation of the rules of war already and subject to some sort of punishment. I said, so be it because I could not in conscience follow those rules and could only follow my heart, and love those I would love, and honor those worthy of honor, and only seek peace and do what was right and just regardless of the rules.
I basically said the contract and the conflict meant nothing to me because I couldn't remember it, so it was null & void. I said I would honor whatever promises I'd made that I remembered and be friends with whoever was worthy of my friendship. I assured him that I would be his friend (Heavily qualified with as long as he was on the side of justice and was righteous, etc.) The energy got pretty intense in there but I did not sign the contract.
Whatever that entity is, it's come to me for years now and I've had no idea why. It's also shown itself in a human form a couple times and then there's sometimes a face. The main way it shows itself as human like is on a black horse with some sort of barbaric standard that has an upturned crescent over a circle and tines off to the sides with bones and feathers hanging off them. It's always dressed head to toe in black.
So... Doing a Google search:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_of_the_Sons_of_Light_Against_the_Sons_of_Darkness
"The War of the Sons of Light Against the Sons of Darkness, also known as "War Rule", "Rule of War", and the "War Scroll," is a manual for military organization and strategy that was discovered among the Dead Sea Scrolls."
"These scrolls contain an apocalyptic prophecy of a war between the Sons of Light and the Sons of Darkness. The war is first described as an attack by the Sons of Light, consisting of the sons of Levi, the sons of Judah, and the sons of Benjamin, and the exiled of the desert, against Edom, Moab, the sons of Ammon, the Amalekites, Philistia, and the Kittim of Asshur (referred to as the army of Belial), and [those who assist them from among the wicked] who "violate the covenant." In the end, all of Darkness is to be destroyed and Light will live in peace for all eternity. The war is then described again as a conflict between the congregation of God and the congregation of men. The rest of the document is a detailed description of the events of the war and the ways in which it should be conducted. Yigael Yadin and Géza Vermes have argued that the descriptions of the armament, equipment, and formation of the Sons of Light suggest a basis in Roman methods of warfare."
"1QM consists of 19 columns, of which the first 14-19 lines of each have been preserved.
i. Summarizes the war between the “Sons of Light” and “Sons of Darkness.” ii-ix. Deals with the battles between the tribes in greater detail, telling of a total forty years of combat. Columns iii-iv deal almost exclusively with the inscriptions meant to be displays on banners, trumpets, darts, etc. x-xiv. A number of liturgical pieces. xv-xix. Describes the seven-stage battle, led by the priests, between Light and Darkness. The battle is finally won by divine intervention.
Because xv-xix is believed to describe the war which took place in the first seven years of the forty year war, many scholars feel that, at one time, more columns existed."
I think in the spiritual realms, the conflict is very real and there is a scroll there delineating the rules of engagement by that name. I also think there really are "Sons of Darkness" and "Sons of Light" there as well
Here are some other links that might possibly be relevant. Then again maybe not or none of it even matters at all. Maybe time will tell.
http://www.piney.com/DocDSSWar.html
http://onetruth.weebly.com/1/post/2011/06/the-law-that-governs-the-spiritual-war.html
Apparently this refers back to the Book of Enoch and the Battle in Heaven. So maybe just remember that "All is fair in love and war."
So here is a rule and it's the first and foremost rule of spirit encounters:
Never ever negotiate or sign contracts with entities--- EVER!
If you do, immediately call on the white light and higher powers to free you from it.
As much as we love light, there is darkness out there. (Think of serial killers etc. They are real and from the dark side).
Be smart and protect yourselves.
Remember, in the spirit realm, the good/light entities never ask for contracts. However, much like the 'real' world, the bad guys love them.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Introduction to the ‘Visions From the Night Series’
Gentle one, do tell of these dreams of times long gone,
Of castle turrets, princesses, and winged foes rising from the mists.
These mists of long ago in the time before thoughts or even mind existed,
So long ago.
Do tell the story of the middling way of the valley of Gauladal between the great rivers where the mighty oaks of Odin once grew,
Where the maid children were split asunder and made his ravens,
Where the lads were made his wolves in their blood.
Oh fair one, remember that under that tree was an enchanted garden filled with magical roses where the fairies danced and trilled.
In the deep and darkest night of your soul you will remember and not tremble or fear anymore at the remembrance from the time before time.
Now do not believe these fairies are the fae we all know thanks to Disney and the story tellers amongst us.
For these are the immortal, elemental fairies of long ago that none dare cross or disturb lest their cursed shadow fall upon you and destroy you and destroy your life, your wealth, and your health. For they will crush you mere human if you are not careful. Lest the smoke of their black fire rise up from them and strike you down in the prime of your life.
Lest they covet you or you rouse their envy. Tis best they never notice you and you tiptoe away as silently as you came
or even more silently.
Anyway, with in the middling part of the Valley Gauladal where the gods once trod — the very gods that we all forgot in those aforementioned mists of time so long ago…
In that mittling way dwells the elemental fairies and their ilk waiting for us to remember them,
waiting for another day,
waiting to return.
But sometimes in the night
in the darkest parts of our minds they stir and demand our recollections from deep within our psyches,
from when we lived beside them lifetimes ago–
So far past that we can barely remember.
They creep ever so quietly into our bedrooms and stare upon our sleeping forms in the night and wonder how we could ever have forgotten them from so long ago in the lost age of dragons and gods.
They descended from the heights of the fjords,
and traversed to the mountainous passes of Scotland,
and rode the waves across the sea, and crossed a continent to reach the plains of the New world so that they might reach us.
They remind us of when we walked beside them and pledged never to forget them or our friendship for all time and across all boundaries
even when we returned to the stars.
So they try to prod us to make us remember. They stir us to remember the age of heroes, gods, Viking, and Princes of the Church. From here we will commence a journey to find where it all began. To remember when we were cast down from the heavens above to dwell in these dusty bodies,
to be molded into jars of clay. When the gods bent down to take our hands and joined us for a spell.
So began the most amazing story, or at least an interesting tale to pass a winter evening.
Of castle turrets, princesses, and winged foes rising from the mists.
These mists of long ago in the time before thoughts or even mind existed,
So long ago.
Do tell the story of the middling way of the valley of Gauladal between the great rivers where the mighty oaks of Odin once grew,
Where the maid children were split asunder and made his ravens,
Where the lads were made his wolves in their blood.
Oh fair one, remember that under that tree was an enchanted garden filled with magical roses where the fairies danced and trilled.
In the deep and darkest night of your soul you will remember and not tremble or fear anymore at the remembrance from the time before time.
Now do not believe these fairies are the fae we all know thanks to Disney and the story tellers amongst us.
For these are the immortal, elemental fairies of long ago that none dare cross or disturb lest their cursed shadow fall upon you and destroy you and destroy your life, your wealth, and your health. For they will crush you mere human if you are not careful. Lest the smoke of their black fire rise up from them and strike you down in the prime of your life.
Lest they covet you or you rouse their envy. Tis best they never notice you and you tiptoe away as silently as you came
or even more silently.
Anyway, with in the middling part of the Valley Gauladal where the gods once trod — the very gods that we all forgot in those aforementioned mists of time so long ago…
In that mittling way dwells the elemental fairies and their ilk waiting for us to remember them,
waiting for another day,
waiting to return.
But sometimes in the night
in the darkest parts of our minds they stir and demand our recollections from deep within our psyches,
from when we lived beside them lifetimes ago–
So far past that we can barely remember.
They creep ever so quietly into our bedrooms and stare upon our sleeping forms in the night and wonder how we could ever have forgotten them from so long ago in the lost age of dragons and gods.
They descended from the heights of the fjords,
and traversed to the mountainous passes of Scotland,
and rode the waves across the sea, and crossed a continent to reach the plains of the New world so that they might reach us.
They remind us of when we walked beside them and pledged never to forget them or our friendship for all time and across all boundaries
even when we returned to the stars.
So they try to prod us to make us remember. They stir us to remember the age of heroes, gods, Viking, and Princes of the Church. From here we will commence a journey to find where it all began. To remember when we were cast down from the heavens above to dwell in these dusty bodies,
to be molded into jars of clay. When the gods bent down to take our hands and joined us for a spell.
So began the most amazing story, or at least an interesting tale to pass a winter evening.
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