by Tarra Light
Thrilled with my newfound ability, I wanted to try out my healing hands on the animals of Uncle Jacob’s farm. As I entered the barn, the horses and goats gathered around me. They became my first patients, so eager to experience human love. Next, I entered the chicken coop to work on the hens. I wanted to see if the healing energy would make them lay more and bigger eggs. I wondered if the baby chicks would grow up smarter than their mothers.
Returning to my village I sought out volunteers to receive my healing touch. Birds with broken wings, sick dogs and cats, wounded ants and spiders—all became beneficiaries of my gift. When my mother had a headache or a school friend had a fever, I felt an inner calling to offer help. Healing became my passion: I was overjoyed to see the sick get well.
Life Restored
IT WAS ALREADY DARK and I was undressing for the night. Looking out my bedroom window, I was surprised to see a young child opening the gate to our yard. He stepped onto the back porch and knocked on the kitchen door. Mother promptly answered and invited the newcomer in.
“I am Aron, son of Filip and Marta,” the child introduced himself with eloquence and candor. “My sister Petra is dying of pneumonia. You daughter, Natasza, has a reputation among the people of our village. We have heard that she works miracles of mercy with her healing hands. Please ask her to save my sister from the jaws of death.”
Mother came to fetch me from my upstairs bedroom. I was eight and a half years old, too young to venture out alone. Walking by Aron’s side, mother and I traversed the quiet lanes and tree-lined avenues, passing through our neighborhood of well-kept homes and tended gardens, and arrived at a ramshackle house on the far side of our village.
As I answered the call to service, I was led away from the safe and familiar and out into the unknown. Opening the front door of Aron’s house, I was assailed by the odor of must and decay, shocked by the lack of cleanliness and order. A lone kerosene lamp flickered by the stove. Two small children stepped out from the shadows and came forward to greet us. I wondered where the parents were, but I did not ask.
Aron lit a tapered candle and showed me to the room of the sick child. While I was ministering to Petra, Mother sat in the kitchen with the little ones and told them stories of long ago. In the beginning, as I was learning the art of healing, I preferred to work alone. I wanted to develop my concentration and ability to sense the flow of energy. I tiptoed to the bed, surveying the face and body of the child by candlelight. She appeared to be sleeping soundly. Her breathing was labored and shallow. Her skin was an unearthly shade of blue.
“Dear heavenly Father,” I prayed out loud, “thank You for honoring me by bestowing upon me Your sacred gifts. May I infuse the spirit of life into this ailing child. May I be a channel of healing love, an instrument of Your grace. Amen.” Then, closing my eyes, I communed with her essence. “Yes, I want to live,” shouted the voice of her soul in my mind. “I have much yet to do with my life.”
Then I placed my hands over her heart. They moved spontaneously across her body, guided by an unseen force. They rested in one place for a while and then moved to another. I could feel the power and pulse of the healing rays course through me. I could see light emanating from my palms. My heart was open and so full of love that tears streamed down my face. As I stood beside young Petra, I heard the sweet song of angels serenading the sleeping girl. As the night progressed, color returned to her face, and her breathing deepened. She did not awaken during the entire treatment. Closing the door to her room, I gave thanks for answered prayer.
The Flaming Torches
FAR FROM THE QUIET of the Polish countryside, in the heart of Germany, a madman rose to power. He proclaimed the superiority of a master race, and determined to exterminate the Jewish people from the face of the Earth.
Four abreast, the brownshirts marched down the streets of Berlin, carrying burning torches in the night. The spectacle of the torch-lit marches stirred the blood of the bystanders, triggering subconscious memories of ancestral pagan rituals—of blood sacrifice and fire magic.
The torchbearers headed to the great square, where a big rally was underway. The crowd stretched out as far as the eye could see. Giant loudspeakers hung from the rooftops, blaring patriotic songs. There were many long-winded speeches by the elite of the Nazi High Command. Then Hitler stepped forward. “Sieg Heil! Hail Victory!” A million eyes fixated in spellbound fury on the Führer as he glorified the triumph of the Aryan nation. As everyone shouted “Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!” a surge of electric emotion amped up the crowd. The energy was intense. The audience was mesmerized. Like a black magician, he used the power of his words to cast a spell on the group mind.
Inflamed by the fire of his oratory, the crowd got caught up in his passion, determined to serve the Third Reich to the bitter end. Some people recoiled in horror as they watched friends and family members overtaken by the mad frenzy. Those who listened with their hearts were less easily manipulated.
PART TWO
The Secret to Hitler’s Power
The Less Visible Front
WORLD WAR II BECAME one front in the battle between the army of Light and the forces of Darkness enacted on the global stage. On a second, less visible front, a war is being waged for control of consciousness through the use of mind control and genetic manipulation. These subjects are explored in Part Two, which presents stories about the past lives of Adolf Hitler. In these lifetimes, he developed his mastery of occult powers, which he exploited as the Führer. The politics of Nazi Germany provide a backdrop for the story of Natasza at Auschwitz.
The origins of mind control and ritual abuse go back to the cult ceremonies of the Atlantean era. These practices have evolved through the centuries, were perfected in Nazi Germany, and continue in the world today.
If you wish to continue reading Natasza’s story, you may bypass Part Two and go directly to Part Three: My Ministry.
Hitler’s Path to Power
IN HIS YOUTH AND past lives, Hitler studied metaphysics and the occult sciences. He studied the mythos of ancient cultures—the chants of Atlantis, the mystery schools of Egypt, and the pagan rituals of the Celts and the Druids.
Atlantis
Before the advent of recorded history, millennia before the Christian era, the civilization of Atlantis flourished on a grouping of islands in the North Atlantic Ocean. The people of this island culture had learned to use the power of thought to create a technologically advanced civilization. Even though they developed magnificent machines and ingenious inventions, their level of spiritual maturity lagged behind their attainment of mental powers.
It was the misapplication of power using crystals that caused a catastrophic end to this civilization. A terrible explosion rocked the Earth, and the islands sank beneath the sea. The world will continue to face the threat of destruction until humanity learns to place the mind in service to the heart.
As a girl incarnating during the Atlantean time, Hera—Hitler in that lifetime—was initiated into a cult of young women. They gathered together under the dark cloak of night at a sacred meeting place deep in the forest. The leader of the cult was a high priestess of ritual magic. The young girls were in awe of her power and wanted to take some of it for themselves. Hera was impressed with the leader; she observed and studied how to wield power.
The women watched the heavens and the cycles and seasons of nature. The stars foretold the timing of the opening of the portals when the gods and demons from the other side could enter their reality.
The priestess began to chant. The young women joined as one voice in a chorus, echoing her intonations. The voices reached a crescendo, creating a force field of group emotion. A bonfire burned in the night, the sparks flying into the darkness. Firelight reflected off the stone slabs where the victims lay in bondage. The slabs were the altars of sacrifice to the gods. The slayer held up her ceremonial dagger, slowly running her fingers down the long blade, along the sharpened cutting edge. The ebony handle was carved into the shape of
a serpent’s head. The ruby eyes of the snake glowed in anticipation of the drinking of the blood. The high priestess invoked the deities, the demons of the Dark. Then the slayer let out a piercing shriek as she stabbed the first victim. Intoxicated by madness, she went from captive to captive, unleashing the fury of her knife until all lay dead.
After the killings, branches were strewn across the warm bodies. Holding a flaming torch high above her head, the priestess called forth the god of fire and lit the pyres. Standing in the flickering light of the bonfire, the women passed a goblet from hand to hand. Sipping the blood of the innocent, they ingested the sacred substance of spirit.
The cult was Hera’s classroom; the priestess was her teacher. Here she learned black magic and the dark side of power. She learned to use sound to manipulate the group mind. As she observed the effects of tones on the psyche, she observed how the chanting of her cultmates triggered the slayer to kill. Rhythm and repetition induced a state of trance that opened the subconscious to being programmed.
During these ceremonies, she became acquainted with the gods who directed the cult. They were spirit beings of another dimension, the astral counterparts of the snakes, reptiles, and lizards known to man. They were psychic vampires who received sustenance from the energies released by sex and death.
The allure of cult magic seduced young Hera. She developed a craving for power, an ambition to surpass her teacher. Someday she would become the high priest of a new religion of the blood.
Egypt
Fourteen centuries before the Christian era, Abduhl—Hitler in that lifetime—incarnated in Egypt, continuing his quest to find the secret to power. It was the time of the reign of Pharaoh Akhnaton and his queen Nefertiti, who established a new religion of the sun. Akhnaton taught the people that there is only one God, the Creator and Father of life.
As a child, Abduhl was impatient, restless, frustrated with the boredom and monotony of his days. He felt that his life was empty of meaning. He looked around every corner, searching for clues and signs that would lead him on a path where he could find answers to the questions that tormented his soul. He was anxious to grow up, to escape from the doldrums and restrictions of insular village life. Finally, the day of his emancipation arrived. At last he was old enough to leave home. He waved good-bye to his mother and set forth with his father on a three-day journey by oxcart.
Riding through the desert, they came to a bend in the river and stopped to rest. The ox was tired and eager to drink of the fresh clear waters. Far in the distance they saw their destination, an enclave of monks where young Abduhl would live and study.
At the age of fifteen, he joined an order of monks who worshiped the sun. Through communion with the soul of the sun, he received some of its wisdom and power. The sun became his teacher and transmitted sacred knowledge to him.
Once again the young man became restless and bored with his circumstances. Driven by his quest to find the secret to power, he ventured on foot to the holy city of Amarna, capital of Egypt. Walking through the streets of the city of white stone, he was dazzled by the beauty of the alabaster temples, by the ubiquitous gardens decorated with ponds and shrines. After visiting the sights of the capital, he dared to climb the steps of the palace and knock on the door of destiny. Wearing the woven robe and sandals of his order, he was led by a courtier into the great hall, where he was introduced to the pharaoh of Egypt.
For seven months, Pharaoh Akhnaton, guided by Thoth, mentored the young man. He taught him the fundamentals of metaphysics, numerology, sacred geometry, astrology, and magic. The pharaoh was a teacher who understood the philosophy of the Tao: the balance of opposites, the synergy of light and dark. At first, Abduhl applied himself diligently to his studies, spending long afternoon sessions with his teacher. As time passed, he grew tired of the intense curriculum, arriving late for his classes with a half-hearted attitude. Being of a rash and impetuous nature, Abduhl abruptly abandoned his studies and ran off with a young beauty from Thebes.
Reincarnating as Hitler, he betrayed the sacred trust of occult knowledge. He took the gift from the Light and used it for the Dark. He forsook his oath of Truth, and abused his power, applying the laws of the universe to implement his evil agenda.
The Swastika
During his Egyptian lifetime Abduhl met the immortal Ra, god of the sun and Lord of Light. Ra introduced him to the ancient symbol of the swastika. Originating from one of the first civilizations on our planet, it has become an archetypal symbol held in the collective unconscious of humanity.
The swastika represented the sacred power of the sun with its life-giving rays. Four arms converged and rotated in harmony with the forces of nature. Tampering with the natural order of the cosmos, Hitler altered the design of the ancient symbol for the sun. He reversed the direction of the ends of the arms, causing it to spin counterclockwise. The rays of sunlight were bent backwards, turning nature against itself.
Hitler astutely recognized the hypnotic power of this symbol for accessing the depths of the German psyche. It evoked feelings of mystical power, of the divine right to rule. It brought forth primordial images of a golden age when Teutonic supermen ruled the world. It triggered racial memories of the era of Nordic sovereignty, genetically encoded in the Aryan bloodline. These were the days of the warrior nation, days of glory, prowess, and conquest.
The New Religion
A CHARISMATIC ORATOR, HITLER SEDUCED the minds of the masses. His serpentine tongue charmed the German people into hypnotic submission to his will. His words vibrated with passion and mystical power. The Führer became the messiah of a New Religion based on the magical properties of the blood. The blood of the people carried the soul of the race.
Hitler took rituals and ceremonies from ancient times, from the Atlantean era, from the Celts and the Druids, and reformulated them as induction ceremonies into the new state religion. The ceremonies were held in stadiums and assembly halls in the cities of Germany. Igniting subconscious memories induced a trancelike state that was necessary for installing mind-control programming. During rallies and public speeches, key words, sounds, symbols, and gestures were employed to act as triggers to activate the new programs. Mind control was used as a secret method for controlling people without their being aware of it.
Hitler knew how to tap into the race mind of the German people, access subconscious emotions, and use them as a motivating force. Ancestral memories of battle, blood, and warfare became the psychic fuel to drive the Nazi war machine.
Hitler was a great visionary who wore a dark robe. The world watched in horror as a fanatic’s obsession with creating a master race set nation against nation in violence. The blood of the innocent was shed as the forces of Darkness rushed to conquer the minds of mankind.
Secret Rituals
WHEN THE STARS WERE auspicious and the moon was full, members of the Nazi High Command gathered to perform secret rituals. Deep in the Black Forest of Germany, in the hinterland of the Reich, a ceremonial site was prepared by the agents of evil. Like a mystical order they donned hooded black robes and lit shining black candles. Standing side-by-side in a circle, they recited ancient incantations, then sang Atlantean chants.
As the first syllables of doom were pronounced by the men in black, a call of alarm resounded throughout the forest. The nighthawk warned: “Beware! Beware!” All the animals fled the scene. Rats and rabbits burrowed deep into their underground tunnels, and shut tight the openings to their holes with stone doors. From the crown of the treetops, the wise owl looked down upon the spectacle below. “Woe to mankind,” he lamented. “God save the world.”
From far and wide, evil spirits and demons came to celebrate the demise of love and the subjugation of will. With the rhythmic rise and fall of tone and timbre, a trance state was induced in the chanters. Hypnotized by repetition, they opened themselves to control by the dark spirits lurking in the night.
Next, the Ring Master came forward and stepped into the center of the circle. Fro
m a covered flask, he poured the blood of the Jews into a golden goblet. Red blood was savored as wine by the Sons of Darkness. The children of Abraham had been sacrificed on the altar of evil.
“To the Lord of Darkness,” the Ring Master pledged allegiance. “To death, despair, and destruction,” he proclaimed.
The goblet of blood was passed around the circle of satanists. Like the vampires of old, they drank the blood of the innocent. Blood was believed to be a sacred substance. When ingested, it was thought to bring forth supernatural powers and augment psychic abilities.
The ability to forecast the future gave an advantage to the Axis powers, for the timing of surprise attacks, for the planning of battles. Occult knowledge was harnessed in service to the Dark.
Strategies to Control the World
Genocide: An Assault on Feminine Power
INDIGENOUS PEOPLES INSTINCTIVELY CONNECT to the heart of the Earth mother. Deriving power from the Earth and the forces of nature, they were considered a threat to the absolute authority of totalitarian rule. The plan of the Third Reich called for the subjugation and extermination of the dark-skinned races of the world. They were the practitioners of the Earth religions who held our planet sacred and lived in partnership with nature.