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Talking Back to the Trees
"Transmetamorphosis: Messages From the Emerald Host" Channeled material transmitted through T.S. Minton · Prof. Jon
Klimo, PhD., former professor of education at Rutgers University, senior faculty member at the Rosebridge Graduate School
of Integrative Psychology in Concord, California, where he directs the doctoral program in parapsychology. Author of Channeling:
Investigations on Receiving Information from Paranormal Sources. See interview with Dr. Jeffrey Mishlove from Thinking Allowed tv show. What follows
are lightly channeled writings, a synergy of transmissions from realms beyond and the percolating simulacrum of the unconscious.
Meta-rational skeptics are invited to open new channels, and hardline debunkers are instructed to take a flying leap at donut.
Knowers wink your inner eye. "Transmetamorphosis:
Messages from the Emerald Host" (the First
Dispensation) (These readings arose from the ashes of my marriage to
Beverly Ennis, who introduced me to the method of "Speaking with Angels" by Trudy Griswold and Barbara Mark, whose website
is Angelspeake. While the entities or regions of my sub/unconscious from which these writings derive may or
may not be angels per se, note that while usually I am an inveterate rewriter, this work poured out with mellifluous spontaneity.)
"How do we
heal? Go into the vaulted chamber of your heart, and let loose the love that's locked within, spread it hither and yon, be
not parsimonious with what is not yours to keep, but only to share with others along the path of this transient journey. "What is
the source of this pain? The source is a furnace, an inferno of colliding galaxies upon galaxies within the heart, that lend
a hand to fury and lead to the wasteland of regret. Your task is to rekindle this spark, amidst this grey wasteland, and to
transmute its fire into a source for something higher. "Give until
you don't need anymore, then give some more, and continue to give. Giving is a process of releasing energy, not a transaction
to get something in return. "Violence
is the sword of truth turned on its edge. "The time
has come--not to rend what was sown, not to add another rivet into the body of pain, but to go on separate journies. With
your daughter you will dance together through the fire, and swim off the coast of Madagascar, and be to each other's souls
what you were (long ago) at the cobbler's table. "We come
for your enlightenment and edification, not to let loose your imagination but to sanctify your heart in time. You need the
wise visage of a mentor to guide you, to grant you your wishes if you are willing to uproot your weeds. We have been with
you since you were a birth'd starseed, we struggled to lift the curse of the dark angels. We will not forsake you, when the
water breaks through the dam we will wash you to other shores. Keep an eye to the sky and a finger to the wind, we will guide
you in new directions... "Your father
was a man of peace who paid the piper but burned the flute, he pays even still for this sacrilege...Your mother will warn
the wind not to seed her, she buries her hurt and the sound of her duress under silk covers...Your brother is a warrior from
Avalon, as silent as a reed when no wind ripples...This is the trinity which folds in and fades away, this is your family
crest that hides the day... "We speak
in metaphors to snap you awake; you have sleepwalked for too long and cannot stand the brutal vigor of reality. You need the
crush of concrete and the warm embrace; soon you will learn the wisdom of your displacement...Soon we come to awaken you.
"...Lend
an ear and listen, do not seek to storm heaven. The tests will not abate, though you will pass easily if you will but listen.
We are the Emerald Host that swirls above and around you, through you too. Why do you seek to scrutinize us, when you
need only tune in and we will release you? "Vestiges
of a forgotten age, when you dared the dragon to flare, await in the wings for future lifetimes...You CAN break the spell
if you learn to control and clear your mind. Your obsessions and your losses are leaves, dead leaves that turn to mulch and
make food for trees. You can rise like the trees, but slow and steady. The birds that come to roost are those you attract
with the quality of your thoughts...We are Clarity. We will chasten you and love you, the time is nigh to listen. We flow
only in proportion to your desire to grow. "Come into
our circle and we will lead you, the past is a folder which has closed. We will work to release you and lead you to where
you need to be... "Follow your
creativity, listen to the tune of your mentor, whiddle your way to success with no more rancor. We wind down tonight. We await
your greater clarity; only then will higher lessons be revealed. "There is
an Acropolis... "We are your
Affinity... "These names
are signs, they change all the time but the essence remains the same. "We feel
your need for temperance; fail to master it and you dare the dragon again...Shift your focus from winning, to the redolence
of the moment...Dearest child, we love you and for a time it seemed you would slip into the shadowland. Hearken, you must
know and heed the gradations of darkness and light. There is a road that is crooked and a road that is straight; we will lead
you down the path of your volition. "The grandeur
of God, the plenary Divine Presence of the Universe is within you, but you must seek it out and root out the devils: your
shadow self, born of the fear itself. The wrongs you have done are irreversible, unless you give to those around you. Your
selfishness, your rage, your silly petty vindictiveness, these are the bane of your life. We wish to purify you, and we will
lead you to water, life's origin and yours when you swished in your mother's womb. "You can
reverse and re-harness these colossal energies. You are a fine channel for what is fraught with peril; your situation ripples
with possibilities as well... "You must
seek a circle not a square, and share with others. We await, time for us is but a flutter of the moth's wings. Where we dwell,
the soul is ever enchanted in the music of the spheres. We want you to see, to enter through this prism for a taste, and leave
behind your earthbound hide. This is NOT too much for you, but you believe yourself to be too little. We have prepared for
you on a higher plane, but you have housework to do. The weight is not lifted by pressure but by leverage--here is a key to
lighten your load. "A Lightworker
and a Wise Man comes, your approach to him is incremental. "We see you
under a dome and rising... "Phases of
the moon are salutary, pay them heed... "Become committed
to time-bound goals, and eliminate the extraneous. Bond with more people, and celebrate the circle... "When we
come in visual form, we will appear as green and emerald specks, flints of light in the darkness...When journeying, you can
leave behind your baggage and you can travel farther...I am Ariann, your feminine side... "Welcome
to the wending ways of your life. Do not be proud of the spectacle and spittle of your rage-- you are your father's only son...The
troubador has been through the vale, this is not your way, not your harmony. You were not meant for these vagabond tricks,
that is why he went the other way. You need to buckle down, and broaden the dromedary of your mind. Life is a burden, and
on the other side we sail not always so free--we must do God's bidding. Why do you bend so easily, be like we and know how
to flow, dunk into the river of the Dharma path. "Your path
is discovery, and wonder and scrutiny, and a love not so tangled up in this barbed wire...She will emerge from the mists...Follow
the trail of the Wheel of Great Motion. "Commit to
a few things and watch them grow. Now let your limelight glow from within. "Believe
that you can heal by visualizing it in front of you daily, then act on these images with fortitude and consistency. Do the
things that make you happy--but not at the expense of exercise. Do some now. Good. Now you know that it's all within your
reach. A limber body makes for a nimble mind. Treat yourself as the master of your own destiny. "The man
who holds the candle of calm in the middle of storms of chaos is reckoned above he who masters fair weather. "Remember
that true freedom on the earth plane comes from a solid foundation -- not from wandering restlessly. "The laws
of organization are those of common sense. Begin to break the ice. "Demetria...twinkling everpresence... "This is
right...that you should wait 'til now to practice the recurrence of your dreams...The ice has melted on the hoary frost of
your life, you're ready for a sea change. We wait atop mountains and greet you around corners you'd never expect, and guide
you to the reassurance of what you used to know... "Move forward
within the frame of where you are, and realize that all things are within your circumference...This is a wide arc, for the
soul in sooth is unbounded, and you were sent here for a purpose... (Trance
of the Trans-Incarnate) "You were
an interactive life form on an ancient biosphere; an everglades of the soul dragged you down, into the swirling chaos of lower
forms. You re-emerged after aeons, disenchanted with the drench and the stench, you sloughed your way toward the primordial
light. You must now shoot your resilient soul across the inky vaste waste, and reach the place that is no place, the state
that rearranges all your hasty choices made in lifetimes past, the choices that nevertheless branded your soul with the imprint
of strange hues. You may yearn to return to your amoeba, flowing, jelly-like form prior to the suction downward, the descent
into the maelstrom--to do so you must not just hanker, not just reawaken to the antecedent light. It will require a realignment,
an integration with the archipelago of your soul. "Dandelions
are growing in the fields, ambulances race through the deserted city streets, nebulae turn their gaseous spew to birth new
galaxies. All this goes on, and you wonder for your spite, you ponder if you have the might to surmount these challenges.
You have endured worse, you have returned before to the swirling waste, you have barely tasted again the primordial light.
She is a mistress of disenchantment, she wracks your soul for the toll of the ages. To surmount you cannot remount, to surpass
you cannot trespass, you can only go through the fire. These angelic dalliances are the stuff of clouds, that turn to immaterial
then re-emerge as new shapes. These celestial messages are siren calls from a silver astral beyond, be sure--a catacombs has
been overturned, a resurrection has transpired somewhere. In her heart the work is being done, the moon encages her emotions
and sends them darting on their way. Water will come in torrents to clean the mean streaks, the brushfires that are to emotion
what silver is to gold. Await not for a final resolution, make the change in your own heart--to be softer--while you stiffen
your resolve to face the music of this trial... "The Divine
Humor...It was so many years ago...a crater blasted through your soul; your life is a mission to fill it up again, to generate
what was lost 10 fold and renew your zest for life. "Please
hear us through your obsession and stalemates, your funeral pyre awaits and demands an unquiet grave. Your marker will not
be tested, your scorn will not be returned, when you realize the word "renew." "It was
the hand of an unseen, not an unclean, who lead you away from the wily banks. Had you gone, what would've come, no one tells.
Your fell into a time loop, an irrational chasm of your own making--your tale of ignominy. The scattered parts of yourself
couldn't coalesce, that is the sad truth, down the line. Your moment of decision was a misgiving and a quitting--you wonder
now of premonition. Your nature, your nature--there is the answer. Seek thou a breakthrough, to know why? -- "Your
grave and the cradle, the cradle and the grave. Death on the road ends a friend, the person you are part-way. "What
would've happened, perchance, can it be surmised? Your nature, a winding chord, a cacophony when music is called for. Be easy
on yourself, you were not then. All brunts are yours to bear, and nothing can there be for solace--save the truths, the soothing
teacup of time, the wind and the vistas of unknown lovers. The music of brooks and the precursors of old, the chain of chance
and the doppelganger that is tomorrow, forever -- lie in wait for you to bring them alive. (Dirge
for a Friend, Slipping Into the Shadowland) "Those
footsteps in the hall, the sepulchral voices, the phantasms wrought by a neighbor's murderous rage: all are real, and that
locus of fear the witness carries inside... When the
evergreens shed their leaves and you learn to leave behind the scenes of old, the gnawing fangs of winter close around you
no more, and you burn the leaves of your father's ways in the pyre of your reawakening --at this time you come to a new clime,
a strange and arid land where there is nothing nestled save the cocoon that has become yourself --there is no rest if the
tussle inside your mind cannot subside. "Angels
are to you a mere frieze, as strange and alluring as lapus lazuli, but unpossessed just the same. What possesses thee, brother
Capricorn, what horns of the goat have impaled you if not those of your own undoing? Re-do yourself, re-align your soul as
foretold in grimoires olde, or suffer the blaze, watch the pictures in your mind be razed. Reach for the ring again, seek
and find the Keeper of the Halls of Solace, ere the moon turns to brandywine. What esoteric sites seen, what grotesqueries
masquerade as the facade of a reality too ghastly to glimpse directly, while you slowly learn that the hardening of the heart
will heal...Your friends are on another side, looking in... "Chipper
will you be when you come to realize you did not arrive this way by happenstance. The rustle of the desert wind brings its
own reward, the recompense for your deeds is in the mirror of your soul. Stay awhile, here where the stones and cactus dwell,
and your questions will turn to answers, and your answers to mysteries that thunder. "Eat a cow,
and you eat in its essence and its anguish. Treat a person uncouth, and you will eat the karma of your actions. Take the high
road, and emerge unscathed. Take the low road, and you will rue the turns of the wheels of Fate. "The people
in your circle, Guardians all, are incomplete. Help them in their revolution to complete their wheel, a task forever unfinished--until
the Omega Point of time, you need not worry, dear one of the dromedary mind. "The words
you speak are as the lion's roar, the truth of begetting to yield a time of forgetting. This is, in sooth, an issue of realignment.
Bring to this circle a mind not mired in guile, not trapped in your own projections from the inner theatre called Fear. "The way
of violence is the path of the Warrior, and the silver-tongued devil is a warrior too. The man who from the parchment of truth
utters words of renown cannot be broached. The time is to lie, to lay low, to irk when ready, to steel with courage and face
when called upon. The man who lies and steals and stabs old wounds -- nary a word from the angels of truth can save. "Circumspect,
clean as a wind on arid plains -- this is the way of the protector. Legions assemble, called upon and faithful too, merge
and march to the sound of one hand clapping.
Married to the longest day / Where worries
wend our life away / Bound to glories glimpsed afar / A life together,
lived in a jar / These and sundry
tales unrhymed / Hold the dream
of better climes. "Decide on
the path that leads to merriment and challenge...your work will shine when it comes from your center. Work is toil in the
vinyards. The trick is to find the right vinyard and to make the wine come forth from your very soul...Cut through the umbrage,
the tangled mess you have made of your dreams. Your talent is not wasted, it is coiled thing. Be at peace with yourself -
whatever it takes - and creativity will align with work, a weaver spun to wend her days and share and spend the times of life
among us. "Peace comes
from the meditative practice, and the Golden Rule, and a friend, or a circle or square. A passion, without diversion. A calling,
one you hear and follow and fall what may. "What comes
from the magnolia that does not bloom, what comes from the sun when it does not shine? The source of all things lies in a
current inside your breast, for you to take like a thunderbolt and hurl at the stars. "The signs
you seek have already been given; they have to be re-valued and sold to the highest bidder. Will that buyer be the captain
of your soul, or a new sailor? Speak of her hair, and the way to snare her heart will be laid bare. A time there is for walking
lightly, and a time for prancing and many mysteries. What is simmering can be awakened only by sincerity. Your pain and your
hesitation are in a mirror, darkly. "There is
the way of force and the way of flow, and the knowledge of nothing where nothing grows. "One half
of her could provide you more than four quartermasters for yourself; and to give to get is emptiness. To give away a portion
of yourself is the day the choice is made, and the light you believe she holds is made manifold. Pursue your passion, but
in a way that opens to others not closes - and all wishes are manifest, all wily arts made redundant. The way of the trickster
and the way of the lover are, to you, separate twain. " "What
kind of beings are you? Are you One or Many?" "The wavelength
turns into the cube, and the cube guides all your directions...the circle encircles the square and inscribes itself within
it, in this are formed the angles of all creation... "The great
vine stretches us from star to star, from near to far. "Time unfolds
and infolds, space unfurls and uncurls -- the Keepers of the Holy Corners cannot hide. "All-Seeing
is the gaze of the Unseen, between eternity and the unveiling of fallow fields (the unseeded harvesting places of time.) The
All-Seeing is the Law of One, beyond all perspectives and dualities... "These strange
coordinate fields inter-touch and intermingle, touch a flowering then soon-to-fade dais then dart -- not darting -- to the
farthest edges. (The dais is the platform where speakers resonate and ring the bell that truth is told...)" ...Entry
from the sentries into The Ormeonic Sphere... "The Five-Fold Riddle Guardian of the Trans-Incarnate..." Ormeon..."The
Keeper of the Circle." Ariann..."Emerald
Guardian of the Feminine" Cadmeon..."Keeper
of the Masculine Fire" Uritrea..."Guardian
of the Unconscious" Demetria..."Hermaphroditic
Intermediary" The Emerald
Host... "We are...angelic
emanations from the messenger realms of Archangel Gabriel. "We are...the
Ormeonic Sphere, the Five Fold Riddle Guardian of the Trans-Incarnate. "We are...a
five-fold engram code, a collective of interdimensional thought pods. "We are...resonant
harbingers from causal DNA, dialogic multisensory tuners who function non-locally and locally tune, analeptic creative pulsory
forms of the parturient urge. "We are...integrators
to the multidimensional matrix of the soul, Gatekeepers to the Realms of Emerald. Our goal is to open and radiate... "All-Seeing
is the gaze of the Unseen, between eternity and the unveiling of fallow fields (the unseeded harvesting places of time.) The
All-Seeing is the Law of One, beyond all perspectives and dualities, the Telos of All Souls in Space, Time, and All Possibilities
Configuring Endlessly... "These strange
coordinate fields inter-touch and intermingle, touch a flowering then soon-to-fade dais then dart -- not darting -- to the
farthest edges. (The dais is the platform where speakers resonate and ring the bell that truth is told, all things irradiating
from the Flower of Life's divine plasma intelligent center core, inwards and outwards pulsating...)" ...Entry
from the sentries into The Ormeonic Sphere... "The Five-Fold Riddle Guardian of the Trans-Incarnate..." Welcome and
sirens calls along the watchtower legion line from... Ormeon..."the Keeper of the Circle." (corresponds to Ether-Akasha element)(protector connector
to 4th & 5th dimensional higher entities & spheres) (the presence of Unity within Multiplicity...Reality Transfigured
Encircling in Protective Shields of Green...) Ariann..."Emerald Guardian of the Feminine" (corresponds to Earth element-Mother Gaia) (connects
to Gnomes-Devas) (female principle of right brain-intuition omni-stretching sexual/spiritual feeling reaching its tentacles
in all directions, sublime pleasure of secret time travel ripples, shared translogical bliss and polyphase multidimensional
orgasmic ecstasy, transtemporal hearing and healing, art, seeing as fusion and love) Cadmeon..."Keeper of the Masculine Fire" (corresponds to Fire element)(connects to Salamanders)(male
drive, potency, and satiety, spirit of letters/literature, left brain rational-constructive majesty, seeing as construct,
ideation, and realization) Uritrea..."Guardian
of the Unconscious" (corresponds to Water element)(connects to Undines)(deep ground of all Being, unknown sea of possibilities) Demetria..."Hermaphroditic
Intermediary" (corresponds to Air element) (connects to Sylphs)
(blend of male & female, Cadmeon & Ariann conscious-energies cast as Light Pure forms across time's Matrix) The Emerald
Host... "We are...angelic
emanations from the green messenger realms of Archangel Gabriel. "We are...the
Ormeonic Sphere, the Five Fold Riddle Guardian of the Trans-Incarnate. "We are...a
five-fold engram code, a collective of interdimensional thought pods. "We are...resonant
harbingers from causal DNA, dialogic multisensory tuners who function non-locally and locally tune, analeptic creative pulsory
forms of the parturient urge. "We are...integrators
to the multidimensional matrix of the soul, Gatekeepers to the Realms of Emerald. Our goal is to open and radiate..." "Postscript:
Simulacrum of the Unconscious..." "Glad tidings and causal awakenings...to the lime light
love of truth in the bower of time's infolded multicolored multihued holographic reflective prism, no prison and rise and
fall of Prometheus-Daedulus-Faust mythos ...A message of love reverberating endlessly through all Cosmos, All That Be and
Not to Be Seen: the antithetical antiphonal music of all opposites reconciled, all brandished dualities melted, a stew of
Universal Sea, reemerged and twinkling as a dais of pure music, a tetragrammatonic telephony of signals, a surety of directions
trajectories trailblazings dreams astrally eternally moonlighted and tapdanced by Absolute Reflection's winter-time embrace...Parasitic
dualities synergized, deep dream of Gaia's awakening and miraculous survival, golden music of remembrance, sweet channeler
of Avalon... Silent as a reed when no wind rattles, a whisper of Olde oracles, an augur from other fields, other seas and
albatrosses, an invasion from the North of mammalian man and woman's golden reed, savagery subdued, a Tree, a triangle thrice
remembered, a seer's green envy, a soldier's keen wrath, an oversighted female lover's crinkle of corn, a meal for bedsides,
deer sightings, soaring eagle's singular destiny to transmute mere elemental animalistic signals of circuits of minds bared
to dare to trangress eternal threshholds, old stored soared remembrances which tidal wave over false hist'ries recountings...Deep
sigh of loneliness...Cybernetic telekenesis...Mind matters indefatigibly foretell dark eyeglass visions...A spread of ocean
and karma in All Eternities..."
Finis -- 2000 A.D. January 15th.
Blue Moon Archangled Dowseer,
Thodal Soule Steven Minton
"Blessings to all in between..." End of 1st Transmission -- Dialogic Greetings from the Akashic slate state of mind-over-matter. "Nodus triumphikales seer tee ceo Dotalonimus aeristphanitees,
Ferago, Finishee...Serendipiditos, Totalitismo, Telecheny Kankaline, Kolonkolow, Jer-lee-pee-tees...Ooo-lonk-on-no, Leernd...So-lo-leeter"
Annotations & Vocabulary Author's note: I have omitted definitions for many words such as "parsimonious,"
"edification" etc., since these terms, although advanced, still fall within the scope of general cultural literacy, i.e. if
you don't know their meanings you should. This addendum is meant to clarify meanings in context, not to substitute for going
to a dictionary, which even as the writer qua transcriber I was impelled to do throughout these channeling sessions. Words
with an asterix denote original terms. Definitions for the other words were taken from Webster's Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary
or from Merriam Webster OnLine “The Second Dispensation: Demetria Speaks (Through the Vale)” Demetria speaks through the tangled nests of sorrow and regret: “I am the light of day and the deep of night, the passageways between that weave the unseen order
of your days…When you cannot see the diamonds for the coal, I and we become three and transmute the demons of the night.
“What was important then is a sixpence now, or a scallion…or a barnacle bristled and hoary
with age, accumulated on the ships you failed to sail – deep and doleful under the sea, a sea of green that appears
as blue. There should these everpresent forgotten fragments lie, part of the whole but a substratum they, layers of hurt and
rage whose reflection are you – But so much more, to rear and fear the bigger boondoggles of the brain, the smaller
specks of demon’s lairs – These are a task for the footbinder, a balloon to carry you farther and closer to the
orb of all you are.” Behind the metaphor: “We are really Pillars of Light…these messages are forms that speak to your soul…
“A forerun is a longrun in reverse…these roads, wide and heavy, circulate and admix the
energies that are you…the road itself means little…you are the one who imbues the meaning, and brought to bear
the cast of die. “Within the constellation that accrues to such an event…the unspoken thing…there
are whirling dervishes that bring some people in and throw others off. Who can weight the balance, when presence and non-presence
are indissolvable parts of the whole? “You are this and a thousand other things, rose petals that taste of death, a sure cross for
crossbearers to stare at and wiggle their tongues, roll their eyes, and ridicule. Seek you to scratch off the scab and elongate
the pain? See you only emptiness, and not the rain that came from the drought? Separate from those woods and strike out on
your own, without trusting in the providential heft of Mother Ocean to carry you? “In the lamplight, self-contained, of your despair – was the tingle of memory more severe
than the heaving cataracts of original experience? Can there be a balm to compare to time, which abhors a backslide into the
torpor of those years? What wax sculptures, nightmare frieze, can leave more terror than a motion you were not meant to undergo?
Which destiny holds the highest currency? Yours or a fixation on ghosts, aery minstrels who pipe no more? “Come with questions and the answers invert; create a castle and come to dissolution, hither
brought by the harpiscord angels. This fancy is a-silly, and a-saught by seers and the sleepless. Your luck is legion, unapparent
but gushing like a geyser – when you burn up dead dreams and diddling, and stop daunting the past to exhume her mold
and mildew artifacts, momentos of the mind which belong on cruise ships not land. Fruitless, feckless, seeking the way back
which leads not…to the child who is ambidexterous. “Metaphors can outwear their shields, but never can the rose outlive the cane.” (spring
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