Revelations of the Ruby Crystal

by Barbara Hand Clow

  Sarah rested her hand on her chin. “Well, I suppose my relationship with Christ might be a factor; I know Him, I call to Him, and He answers. The Gnostics said we all can do that, and they used talismans and magical techniques to reach him. My psychic ability awakened when you gave me this ring, yet I have always believed I can access anything I want. In that sense I am a Gnostic. Let me ask you the most important question,” she said, capturing his gaze with intensity. “You seem to want to use me for something. What?”

  Simon moved his head to the side and his neck cracked; he was cornered. What the hell, I’ll just be truthful because it seems only fair. “Look, I would marry you and give you my life and never follow these leads, but I think we’ve come together to explore how and why evil got into the world, especially in the Catholic Church. Look at what you’re studying and writing about; look what I’m paid to investigate. Look at how we met and what we’ve been led to. My father, a real magus, recognized you. This is more than a marriage; we are a psychic team.”

  “Yeah sure, but why?” she interrupted.

  He paused a bit, then said, “I want to give you a child. But look at the world! The U.S. embassy in Benghazi, Libya was attacked, and a truly great American ambassador was murdered. The war in Syria pushes refugees into Turkey, Lebanon, and Jordan; and Israel threatens Iran while strangling Gaza. Fanatics gunned down a young Pakistani girl in a school bus because religions obscenely foment death and misery. Before we have our child, I want to know the real source of evil; I want to describe it so it can be eradicated.”

  “Simon,” she interjected quietly, “that is the eternal quest.”

  “No, it is not,” he retorted looking her straight in the eyes. “Or maybe for women it has been the eternal quest. It is time for men to join them! Both sexes must unmask these black forces together. Our world can be better, and then I can imagine bringing a child into it. Maybe that is the essential difference between Jews and Christians. We Jews believe the world can improve, yet Christians believe they must suffer.”

  The last piece of sweet mango chicken slid down her throat as she said, “I think Jews are more into suffering than Christians! Many Jews feel even more guilt and that’s saying a lot. Maybe we do need to have a good fight?”

  Simon grinned. “Nah, after sex like that on the couch, forget it. Besides, we are two lone souls who both think Marcion was right. History is a pile of crap—Christian bullshit piled on top of a really stinky pile of Jewish bullshit. And Islam has piled its fair share on as well. If sex has made you psychic we should call it a draw and have lots more of it so we can have fun while penetrating dark secrets. Why not?”

  After enjoying Simon’s apple brown betty for dessert, they crawled into his cozy bed and marveled at how easily they’d traveled into deeper waters. They were destined to.

  22

  Caves under the Vatican

  Leaves made scratching sounds in Roman piazzas in mid-October as strong winds from Umbria buffeted the ancient city of seven hills. Dry branches scraped Sarah’s garden walls, and yellow leaves floated like tiny origami sailboats on the fountain bowl’s surface. Her wedding was only five weeks away, so she was cherishing her last moments alone as she snuggled in her window seat. She couldn’t, however, stop processing disturbing thoughts about the fourteen-year-old Pakistani girl, Malala Yousafzai, an activist for girls’ education who had been shot in the head by Taliban gunmen. Why so many children, really remarkable and good children? As more light comes in, darkness is closing in all around us. What is happening—really?

  The morning dew glistened on her windows as the first rays of sunlight came over the garden wall. As the sunlight illuminated the leaded windows, she wondered what would happen if she tuned into the images forming in the bubbles. Why not?

  She touched the ruby as the air bubbles transformed into miniature spherical worlds of birds, flowers, sunlight, and garden. Everything that exists vibrates on curving inner surfaces! Other dimensions flow into the garden on the edges of the color spectrum. She stared into her favorite bubble, green eyes reflected back to her as the ruby vibrated beneath her fingers. It worries me when Simon talks about the “gatekeepers.” I want to see what goes on in the cave system under the Bernini altar. Sarah wanted the timeline of the Vatican Necropolis.

  Forms appeared within thick mist swirling in the bubble. Oh! I see Paleolithic images from maybe fifty thousand years ago. Way beneath the Vatican, there is a cave that was on the surface during the Ice Age. I see Neanderthals scraping away the soil with antlers. In silence they place the body of a very small girl wrapped in rough woven cloth inside the cave. Her face is painted red. Her body is surrounded by wildflowers.

  Sarah continued staring into the bubble as color spectrums illuminating the inner surfaces formed miniscule rainbows. Another scene unfolded. Now the walls of the cave have large paintings of wild animals, trees, and plants. People are playing flutes and drumming and gathering—Magdalenian people fifteen thousand years ago! They go on visionary journeys by assuming a special posture with their legs crossed and hands holding their knees. The bubble became a round jewel of light like a small crystal ball. Another scene opened. A circle of people stand with their hands clenched at their sternums and their eyes closed. A drummer beats very fast on tight skin; the staccato force makes them sway. They wear finely woven tunics and have braided hair—Etruscan people three thousand years ago. They just buried someone.

  The bubble lost its intensity and glowed from within like the last embers in a fire. I see a small hut on the surface above the cave entrance. I see crude graves marked by wooden headstones or crossed sticks. I wonder if the people buried here knew about the cave? Her ruby began to vibrate very fast and felt hot. As the bubble lost the last light, she could still see more images. What is this now? Five men in dark tunics with hoods gather around the place where the hut once existed over the buried cave. One man draws a four-sided cross in the clay. I feel very strange, but I have to see this.

  Erotic force welled up in Sarah’s body. One man says to the others, “Now!” Two other men approach, holding a struggling young girl with long red hair; the circle parts. “Put her down!” the man says to the men holding the wild, writhing girl. They hold her down on the ground at her shoulders, and another man wrenches her tunic above her waist to expose her shockingly white and vulnerable young body. “Ah, she is good,” the man says as he pulls up his robe to expose his throbbing penis coursing with angry blood. “We defile her to take our power!” The other men leer, saliva coming out of their mouths as they watch this man, the bishop. He gets down on his knees, parts her small legs, and then lowers his body down onto her, piercing her as she screams like an animal being killed. Her cries excite them. The more she tries to move, the harder he thrusts into her small bleeding body. She passes out and can’t feel the hot slime as she lays there helpless and unconscious—out of her body. They line up for their turns. The bishop announces, “Now we have consecrated this sacred ground, the portal to Earth’s center, the great library once known to ancient man. Here we will build our Church over St. Peter’s bones.”

  Sarah’s eyes reflected in crystal planes

  Sarah came back into the room with electric waves flowing through her body wondering what she’d witnessed. More sexual energy harnessed by the Church. Why am I aroused by this scene? I don’t feel guilty or tainted in any way since it is only energy, but is this the power that binds the Church? Why am I being drawn into this? Am I that girl in some way? Have I just seen the original rape of myself? Or is this an image that is constantly projected into our planetary fields by beings from another dimension?

  Simon reached David on the phone while he was in his study on Shelter Island watching heavy rain pelt the old glass, deep in thought. I feel other dimensions through a veil as water slices the wavy glass. I wonder if Hurricane Sandy will be that bad? Jarred out of his reverie, David picked up the receiver and heard Simon’s greeting. “Yes, Simon, glad you called. I was just thi
nking about you as I watched the rain on the window. You must be getting very excited about the wedding?”

  “Yes, of course I am, but I really need to talk to you about something else. Is this a good time? I wish I could come to see you, but I can’t leave Rome right now.”

  “You can always talk to me, Simon. What is it?”

  “As you thought would happen, the ruby engagement ring is making Sarah psychic and we have used it to penetrate veils by remote viewing. But when we try to get into the area under the Vatican, we get blocked. Something or someone tells us to keep out. You once talked about gatekeepers, and I think that’s what we’re running into. How do we get past them?”

  “Well,” David responded, “if ever there was a place that would have gatekeepers, it is down there. Begin with the premise that you have the absolute right to know, and then they cannot stop you. How far you get depends on your courage and patience.” David paused. “But Simon, with your wedding coming up so soon, do you think this is the best time to pursue this?”

  “Sarah and I are doing very little of this before the wedding. But my job never goes away, and I feel there is something else I should know. What do you know about the forces we’re up against when we try to penetrate the Vatican?”

  There was another brief pause as David tuned in and then spoke more slowly in a higher pitch. “Simon, you are asking about the fourth dimension, the dimension just beyond the solid world we inhabit. This is the quantum world of collective thoughts and emotions that are somewhat tangible and nearly visible. Many people think that things going on in that dimension are happening in our solid world, but they are not. Systems like the Vatican extend their power way beyond their true size by projecting patterns from the unseen realm into the real world. We must be very respectful of this interface because guardians that work for both sides maintain these zones.”

  David leaned back in his chair as he continued. “For example, you and Sarah might see a weird ritual going on under the Vatican that many other people have seen—the Black Mass. Many people think it actually goes on; it might or might not. You may be picking up thought forms or movies concocted to mind-control people, or possibly people are detecting the shadow of the Mass.”

  Simon hung on to every word. So if we see a vision, we can’t know if it’s the real thing? Are these movies concocted to influence events, even free choice? “Dad, how can I tell the difference? How can we know whether something is real or not?”

  “Ah, that’s the crux of the matter. A concocted scene, say, a bizarre ritual, actually is real, but not in the same way things are real in our solid world. Often these things are probable events, unfulfilled desires that play out. These desires influence people’s minds and often cause people to act like robots or maniacs, the same way violent movies can trigger violence. Entities like the Vatican project potent images that run their programs, such as claiming consecrated wine is the body of Christ to hook people into ancient blood sacrifice. They are masterful mind controllers.”

  “Well, then,” Simon interjected, “Does it matter whether things are real or not?”

  “Of course it does!” David practically shouted, surprised by Simon’s pessimism. “It sounds like you and Sarah want to find the real causes behind things, for example what causes a priest to abuse a child. I am suggesting that some of these priests may not even realize they are doing the things they do because they are hypnotized by these programs. A program that incites many evil acts is worse than any individual who carries them out. Meanwhile, what they do is real and has consequences.”

  Simon felt a little bit of hope rise in him. “Dad, lately I have been thinking we may be on the verge of figuring out why people commit evil acts.”

  “I have waited my whole life for that moment—the public exposure of other-dimensional influence. You and Sarah seem to be instinctually drawn right into decoding these central programs, the ones that cause so much confusion.”

  “I feel like a little kid again, but I have to ask you,” Simon said in a quiet voice. “What in hell can anybody do about any of this?”

  “Now, Simon,” David replied, sitting up straight at the sound of the rain beating loudly on the surface of the fragile glass he loved so much. This barrier between my warm place and the ferocious elements is like the gossamer shield between dimensions. “That is the essential question! These programs do not control everybody. People who understand how this influence works cannot be incited to act out these programs. These days, many people get sucked into evil actions because they are over-stimulated by communications technology; they live in virtual reality. However, each person must figure out what is real. We can’t go on being dodo birds stumbling around in the solid world, getting knocked over by the desires of evil! We just can’t! We each have to learn the difference between living by our own intentions or acting out someone else’s desires. Each one of us has a clear choice at some point; it is the great human mystery—free will. Anyone with great integrity is impervious to this sort of thing.”

  David shifted in his chair as Simon pressed the phone tighter to his ear as though it might bring him closer to his father’s powerful presence. “Simon, I’ve been tempted to say this for months: You and Sarah are serious writers with potent pens. It is your responsibility to help uncover these secrets. Great writers flavor their sentences with traces of other realities. You are writing about forces that are detectable in collective events. Events function according to complex probabilities that offer us choices. Your priestly abuse article was very influential because you accurately described things that are very real. People have a nose for the truth, and lies pop like soap bubbles!”

  “I was just talking to Sarah about that the other day—the importance of the underlying presence of what I know but cannot say outright in my writing,” Simon exclaimed.

  “Listen carefully,” his father said. “At this point a growing number realize they cannot expect to know how reality is constructed without mastering many dimensions. Look at what people are discovering in quantum physics! Your job is to figure out the master program of the Vatican—to see how their programming incites priests to abuse children. For some reason the higher-ups need the pure energy of children, as if they are half-dead vampires.”

  Simon was in deep thought while listening to his father. I wonder if the space under the Vatican is a fourth-dimensional media chamber, a virtual reality machine? He interjected, “Well, you seem to be saying that if we see a vision of something, it may be a thought projection somebody is using to incite mindless behavior?”

  “Yes, exactly, Simon. You can identify the projections by examining repetitious events, such as what has been going on in the rectories. Question is, why are the priests sucked into mindless lust? Seek the intentions that drive the actions, things that just seem to come out of the blue. Something very nasty is going on in the Vatican that is beyond their control, an arcane primal possession. By figuring out exactly what these guys are doing based on observable events, code patterns emerge. Exposure emasculates the perpetrators! I used to think the world was divided into black and white, but now I know it is mostly gray. What’s black and white is the virtual reality dimension, like checkered Masonic floors.

  “Using visions to project realities into our world requires absolute secrecy. The minute anybody figures out what they are really doing and gets the word out, they can’t do it anymore. Never underestimate the power of your mind! Good psychics can read the plots of the secret programs inserted into our world; Sarah can do this or she will soon be able to. In the coming years, this ability will become more important, something that should have happened when Isaac Luria was alive. Instead it is coming now. When you combine the exposure of secret influences with effective action in the world, such as protecting children by watching out for them, ancient patterns that limit our species break down. I think most people influenced by the patterns would rather opt out, maybe even the pope! Yet the higher up a person is in the hierarchy, the more the patte
rns entrap them. Ordinary people, on the other hand, can instinctually clean out these old forms because our solid world feels more real than virtual reality. Angry men have been running the world and abusing everybody for at least five thousand years and I believe this is shifting. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t get up in the morning.

  “You and Sarah have work to do because you are brilliant seers with fine creative minds. You feel what’s wrong, so you follow what you know. Lucky for you, you figured out how to get paid for it. But you have to be very smart and careful and never blow your cover.”

  “I know not to blow my cover, but what I don’t know is how to access this information,” said Simon, his shoulders feeling literally bowed with the load of what his father was proposing.

  “Use the tools that the men in power use, such as employing gates and guardians, astrology, seership, and sacred sex. Keep that part of your work to yourself. As for our conversations, now that we have gotten this far in your training, you and I can’t speak over the phone anymore about these things, only in person. I advise you to adopt that practice with Sarah. If somebody tries to block you, just castle and go after it from a new direction. This will be especially fun in Rome, the checkerboard home of the global mind controllers.”

  David paused for a brief moment. “But never forget one thing. First, detect things that are real in the solid world and differentiate them from what exists in the thought realm. If you can do that, you will avoid trouble. I can’t really tell you how to do that; you have to learn it by living. These two dimensions, the third and the fourth, feel very different, so once you can feel that difference, you will be shocked by how easily you can read people and events. It becomes child’s play, and if you watch children carefully, they know all about these two different worlds.”

  “I know what you mean, and I have a lot to learn,” Simon replied. “You’ve trained me well though—when I encounter a person, I can sense whether they’re acting fully of their own free will. It’s almost like I hear the program that is running them when they talk! Now that you’ve explained this I think I’ll be able to tune into it even easier.”