Chromosomes are geometric images and patterns that describe the entire reality,
not just in your body, but everywhere in reality from the most distant planet to
the smallest planet and every single atom. Materialistic science has only identified
forty six chromosomes as related to physicality (three dimensional world) modern
science remains unaware of the ethereal aspect of our physiology (fourth dimension)
in which there are two additional chromosomes making the number to that of forty
eight. This corresponds to the forty eight laws of the microcosm and hydrogen forty
eight. Each of us is on a long journey , this journey is called evolution ,we are each
at differing points within this ascending arc of spiritual expression and locked
within our signature primary matrix is the memory of all our journeying , up to
this point within the eternal now. We are actually reflections of the universe, we have
the universe within us, and we know it not. We have all been comets and stars , like
the title of this blog! Hidden within the chromosomes is the entire memory of where
and what we have been, and that includes all our previous lives here on Earth.
We seem to have what I would call a “memory atom” that are attached to all
of us and seems to be housed within the chromosomes like that memory is
lapsed in time and space and at certain points in our life will release this
information to us at a controlled rate decided by our inner monitor, our
immortal soul, which is all wise. You may suddenly have a memory by
you visiting a new place, and this will like open the floodgates of
a distant memory in another life time. This happened to me back in
1975 when I went to Glastonbury in England a town steeped in legend
and stories. Joseph of Aramathea who was with Jesus at his death,
and said to have come to Glastonbury and plunged his walking stick into the ground
there, and a Blackthorn tree grew there, which was the birth of Christianity in
England, plus King Arthur of the round table and Merlin were supposed to
be there as well. I had the experience of what i call a chromosome time
lapse memory surface into my consciousness there, and I recalled being
a monk there running a hostel for pilgrims visiting the town, this was in
the year 1642 and I was called Dawson, brother Dawson. An even
stranger sequence occurred without me knowing at the time, was
that for the first and only time ever, I took a note book and pen with
me, so that I could sit down on the TOR and write all the memories down
and they came cascading into my consciousness.
warmest regards michael.
kirkpatrickmichael17@gmail.com any feedback welcomed.
