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Part religious, part scientific study, The Ancient Anthropic Wisdom follows on from the Age of Aquarius - the Golden Age of Mankind, giving an insight into ''man'' and his world as he never knew. Meditation tips, the hidden meaning of the Tree of Life, Solomon''s Keys, Twin Souls and celestial guidance make for a truly fascinating read for everyone seeking answers to the mysteries of ''life'' and ''man''.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
Date de parution	30 octobre 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528970105
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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The Ancient Anthropic Wisdom
David Hart
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-10-30
The Ancient Anthropic Wisdom About the Author About the Book Dedication Copyright © David Hart (2019) Acknowledgement Foreword The Cavern of Mysteries The New Jerusalem The Qaballah The Holy Trinity The Tree of Life, Heaven and Earth The Autiot The First Sephiroth The Second Sephiroth The Third Sephiroth The Fourth Sephiroth The Fifth Sephiroth The Sixth Sephiroth The Seventh Sephiroth The Eighth Sephiroth The Ninth Sephiroth The Tenth Sephiroth The Paths of Solomon Meditation Universal Awareness Religions Healing and Identity Celestial Knowledge World Consciousness and Evolution Twin Flames Seven Elohim The Four Seasons of Life Religion Unified the Whole End Days Abbreviations and Definitions Kelt and Druid Tree Language Enoch Or Angelic Language The Thirty Aethyrs
About the Author
As a young man, I always found I was different from my friends in that I could talk to animals and spirits, and regularly saw techni-colour visions of the future, receiving messages for others. Although quite frightened and humbled by my gifts, I found I was a natural healer and had a special relationship with Crystals and created my unique crystal-healing modality. In the last few years, I found myself continuing the healing and also channelling, and researching books on the true origins of man and the world we live in.
About the Book
Part religious, part scientific study, The Ancient Anthropic Wisdom follows on from the Age of Aquarius – the Golden Age of Mankind, giving an insight into ‘man’ and his world as he never knew. Meditation tips, the hidden meaning of the Tree of Life, Solomon’s Keys, Twin Souls and celestial guidance make for a truly fascinating read for everyone seeking answers to the mysteries of ‘life’ and ‘man’.
Dedication
In memory of the late Derek Hart (Arrik), the inspiration and part researcher and whose notes on which this book was started.
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David Hart (2019)
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Acknowledgement
Taken and started from the notes of Derek Hart (Arrik) and finished and immortalised into book form by the author and son, David Hart.
Foreword
As with all writings, there are and has to be the scribes to immortalise the truth, the word. I am the latest in a long line of scribes, a priest of Knowledge some would say, others Sywedydd – Revealer of Mysteries. Now in the age of Aquarius, the golden age of mankind, it is time for the many of us to spread across the planet to take our place in this story and bring forth the truth of mankind and become like, some use the term, Light Workers or Warriors of the light. This gives a false image as the only weapon we carry is that of the light and the two edged sword of truth. I hereby set out my lineage and bring forth many questions so that souls can find their path back home.
From the beginning, as the beginning was remembered, the Chaldees had mastered a large area of the great island of Brihtfrith (Britain) and gave it their tribal name of Deria. To the north are the Picts and to the south the Angles, who are the Chaldees but of different tribes and customs, largely due to them intermarrying with other peoples along the Mediterranean. Lands and people, cruel and sometimes glamorous, possessed by many Gods. We have had several hundreds of years of peace with them now, after many wars. Our priests of the Knowledge (Druids) can now pass freely among them again, and the southern colleges are reopening.
Each large area of the tribal country is divided into smaller areas or clans each headed by a chief, and all united under a titular king. The storm lord, ruler of Deria, with his palace at Driffield. I am of the clan of Aart, my father’s tribal name is Arrik. My name is Talie-Awen (or Son of Arrik). Even though I have had many names, I am no different to you, yet I am. Our ancestral lands spread from the coast at the pool of Aart, a hundred miles inland through Auckland in a strip almost seventy miles wide. Our home is Aart near the pool of Aart, we also have a fortress in Auckland, in Happy Land.
Aart Hope Castle is a fortified enclosure at the foot of a high range of hills, about ninety paces long by seventy wide. Built of loose pebbles carried from the pool of Aart which prevents any attacker gaining a firm foothold. Aart is thirty miles to the east and took two years to build. The castle is entered across a wattle bridge. There is a stream that rises in the west. Aart Hope Burn, sometimes called Bedburn.
The land is fertile and the whole of this area not covered by trees is used mainly for growing corn, it is a garden of paradise, spoiled only by raiding parties from the Picts, and the sea born north men and Daanans. To the south, the land of Angles is flat, and in many places, marshy, especially along the east coast below Lindsey. They live in scattered villages or in ruins of our ancient buildings, on the whole a passive people now they have settled.
My father trained to be a priest of the Knowledge. My father, Arrar, was crippled in battle with the north men, and he has settled in Aart Hope Castle with my mother, Yffe. He has left the government of the people to my elder brothers. I am to have some of my training at Ynis Witrin staying at Glaestingaburgh, then I travel to the great snow mountain of Wales and the city of Emrys, built on the summit of a cliff, a great fortification strengthened by nature, so old its history is lost in the mists of time. I’m told there are the breath-taking views, the priest and priestesses are the highest initiates on the country called the pure ones.
The Cavern of Mysteries
To awaken in total darkness, head throbbing, body aching, cold and miserable. Not to know where you are and only barely remember how you got there. Strange slithering sounds, the beat of bats wings high above, the steady drip; drip of water into some hidden pool and a strange ancient bitter smell pressing into my nostrils.
All around blackness, I began to feel around me, stones and boulders are on the floor, some smooth others rough. Just behind me, a smooth stone wall rises to unreachable heights. Standing, I began to work my way along the stone wall, all carefully and pressing myself close to it for some sort of solid comfort. The ground beneath my feet seemed to be rising, if only I could see. My foot caught against a stone and it scuttled off into the darkness, I hear it bouncing in what must have been an endless drop, then a gentle far away thud. I was clearly on the edge of an invisible drop, any mistake could be fatal, but I had to press on, life is too valuable to give up so easily.
Suddenly, there appeared, way ahead of me, the faintest glimmer of light. Drawn by the light, my pace quickened. Slowly, I was able to make out rock sides and the dark abyss to my left, then I was there. At first, the brightness hurt my eyes and I could not see. I stood still until I became used to it. Soon, I was able to rub away the tears and look around me.
I had come through a small gap in the wall and was now standing in a small cave, with a very small entrance just ahead of me that seemed to be filled with the sun. Scrambling through the entrance on all fours, I found myself in cold darkness, what had seemed the sun was the moon, full clear and bright. Glad to be free and forgetting all about caution, I stumbled to my feet. The ground seemed to collapse beneath me and I fell, sky and earth came toppling together. After what seemed like an eternity of time, I landed on soft ground.
Laying in soft grass stunned, looking up at the moon, all was silent, the air was fresh and clean and I was free. Feeling comfortable and safe, I drifted off into a nice sleep.
It was dawn and very quiet. Night had gone while I slept. My white robe was filthy and caked with mud. Looking around, I could see that I was surrounded by trees, with a cliff face towering above me that I must have fallen down last night. It would be impossible to climb the cliff. In any case, it may take me back to my captors, so I set off into the woods. Leaving behind me, the cavern where I had learnt many of the mysteries eluding my fellow travellers in life.
The New Jerusalem
The plan of the New Jerusalem in Revelations is the shape of a cube being capable of being enclosed in a globe. It had twelve gates, and at the gates, twelve angels and the twelve gates have twelve graven names of the tribes of Israel.
Three to the east, three to the west, three to the north and three to the south, the square and the triangle. The city had twelve foundation stones, engraved with the names of the twelve apostles of the lamb.
The height of the walls was 144 cubits; the measure of man 1+4+4=9. One hundred is 10 times the number of the tenth Sephiroth the Kingdom or Malchuth, physically created forms. Forty is ten times the tetra gram which if four. Nine is the number of completion; the next number is 10 or 0.
The foundations were twelve precious stones: the first jasper, the second Sapphire (Issachar), the third Chalcedon (replacing Chrysolite), the fourth emerald (Ruben), the fifth Sardonyx (replacing Be