Samsara, Karma and Deceptive Connections

«Speak friend and enter!»
‘The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring’ by J. R. R. Tolkien.

Samsara, its history and essence.

On July 20 morning I had a very sad and awe-inspiring lucid dream in which I come to a small stone house in the area of old Uppsala in Sweden. The house is clean, empty and very quiet, it smells of bread and, for some reason, soap. I know this two-story house well, I grew up in it once, and it has been glazed in the Emptiness, never changing or deteriorating, always in the same time and season. This is how I remember it, and this is how it was remembered by another man who lived there around the 1400s, the man who comes to see me every time he dies. I sit down at the table in the kitchen, looking around, catching the smells… There are soot-black pots on the small rounded stove, a jug of fresh lavender on the table, stove utensils and horseshoes hanging on the wall in the corner. A large, tall, grey-haired gray-haired man, his features already blurring, with already blurred features enters the kitchen, in which a face young and fresh, with piercing, icy eyes leaps through. He sits down across from me, takes me by both hands, and speaks softly, with bitter fatherly tenderness:
– Hello, Hjalmar.
The old language, forgotten in the streams of time, sounds strange and wistful in the silence.
And I said, “Hello, dad. You’ve died again.

Let’s talk about the Samsara system, past lives, algorithms allowing us to reincarnate or leave the rebirth cycle. Much has been written about it, much has been said about it, but here, as Guberman’s grandmother used to say, every word is excessive. For the more complex the object of research is, the simpler should the words we use to describe it be. Describing a complex matter in complex and difficult terms is a way to nowhere, confusion and deadlock. Nowadays it is really like this: all information about Samsara, karma and reincarnation is literally drowned in clever and complicated words in Sanskrit, inarticulate religious concepts and just interpretations made as a result of a narrow mind and absent vision.

The very word Samsara is translated from Sanskrit as journeying or wandering, and in a broad sense it is a huge and large-scale algorithm, very similar to a giant computer program loaded into the very lines of probability of all layers of this Tree of Life. On the subtle plane it is less active, and conducts only planetary karma, but in the human world this engineering abomination thought has grown to such a scale that it takes a long time to describe it.

I have already written about how our chiefgod, Yahweh Enkitakht, came up with an interesting idea: what if we bring the density of Materia to the maximum? The world has never been dense and static before, all forms of life existed in a thin and light plane, resembling holograms and projections rather than dense beings. Any entities are souls, as it were. The soul we see in all its glory, standing on two or more legs, and being a scheme of five or more elements. A light, changeable, immortal and perfect living soul, a child of its element. In other words, a subtle body.
What if we take such a soul and put it into a static, dense body? Make it live in a spacesuit of gradually decaying meat and bring it into an endless game with the only prize of entering a normal, subtle life form? Why? Well, just out of interest. Simply, there was a possibility to make such an experiment, which suddenly turned out to be successful and the newborn elementals of the element of Life were thrown in small numbers into the Middle Worlds, giving control over them to a cold and soulless system. The Wheel of Samsara. Children of the element of Life are characterized by movement in a circle (phases of Qi and all that jazz) and relatively short terms of existence, and that’s why it’s them who were chosen. And from the point of view of the subtle plane, there is no such species as a human being.
The idea of the system is that each soul entering the cycle of rebirth is a newborn, pure, has neither a name, nor specifics, nor skills, literally nothing. It is a blank sheet. And the point of its life is to find itself – to make up a name for itself, to find and develop something that is interesting to do and that this personality is really good at. Yes, kids, the way out of this hell is very simple and all fits into the favorite Buddhist question “Who are you?”. Give yourself a definition, give yourself a name, outline the scope of what you dare and can do. Not in this particular life, but who you are in general, what your SOUL is, for it is the soul that will go levels further… Found your definition? Broke down the scope? Well done, get out of here to live in a better world.
On paper, so to speak, de jure, the Samsara system is a very useful and suitable thing: to make the souls of the lower order pass a kind of attestation and check so that only sane, honest and decent guys with a wide range of possibilities would enter the subtle society. It was also supposed to throw criminals from the subtle plane into this system, so that they came to re-education and renewal through overcoming problems, knocking down the exorbitant horns of their ego and humbling themselves. And return home normal.
Sounds good? It pretty much does. Communism sounds good too when written on paper, but we all remember how it all ended up. Important point: like any software, Samsara is not static – it has versions, bugs, updates and its own kind of progress, so 15,000 years ago its canons were very different from what we see now. Yeah, incoming updates have ruined a good idea there too… 🙂
In the Samsara of the first versions, souls were given a reserve of time and body strength of about 500-900 years, depending on the exploitation of the meat suit, with children growing up in about 4 years. You can find these strange facts in so many mythologies and even in the Bible, which is usually understood as hyperbole and artistic embellishments. But no, that’s about as far as it went. A man was given a lot of time for the development of his soul and search for himself, outlining his possibilities and limits… The first 100 years the soul was only kicking up bumps, then for 300 years it reached the height, and after that it further lived in a harmonious merge of subtle and dense: this man was a soul, with a name and specifics. During 600 years of continuous life the soul really reached admirable levels fo development heights. There was plenty of time to think, there was time to correct mistakes and ascend. And the criminals exiled here were really psychos, requiring slow and thoughtful re-education.

But then, with every system update, things got worse and more difficult. Why? Firstly, the creators realized that with their own hands they were creating extremely cool beings who could become serious competitors, because practically every soul went back to live in the subtle plane and started to demand their rights there after one cycle (there are many examples – Solomon, Moses, Buddha). Secondly, it turned out that development and related events cause tremendous outbursts of “food”: the physical plane literally overflows with energy, which the higher beings tentatively take as money replacement. And if a mass outburst of something valuable pops up somewhere, then don’t worry – this place will not be vacant for a long time… They will start to exploit it actively and invent conditions which lead to making more money. Greed is inherent in everyone.
That’s why the first global update of the “operating system”, so to say Samsara 2.0., included the DNA code edit in such a way that people now lived for 200-300 years, not 900, grew up slower, and some pits and traps appeared on their way. Not everyone had time to find themselves in 200 years, so people began to die and be born again in another body more often. A mechanism of regulation of relations between the old personality and the new one was needed.
This is how personal karma and karmic connection appeared. So as karmic people. And this is how the memory of past incarnations appeared.

Karma and karmic connections

Every soul has its own reserve of energy, time, forces from birth. Let’s call it, for example, a cookie (copywrite tErm of Irina Grit :). Everyone has a cookie, which he has the right to spend according to the measure of his mind and strength. Someone also may be stealing other people’s cookies, making others suffer and agonize, deceiving them, stealing their time and strength. And in each new life, the system confronts these people in such a way that they are forced to give back what they have once taken away. To give back the bitten piece and make someone else’s cookie back whole. That’s how debtors and givers came to be. That is why the murderer will be killed, but the person who made a number of other people suffer will then be born again and again in painful dependence on that type of people. First he will be born to that type, then his parents and children will be that type, until he realizes the mistake and pays the price. Each type of people will match your own kind of Qi energy, your own planetary mark which you have to process correctly, no fuck-up’s allowed.
The system became much more complex and rigid, people in it began to suffer much more, and thus, released even more energy. The number of those who disagreed with the system began to increase.
Because of that, last global update reduced the life span to about 100 years, implanting in the DNA the mechanism of aging starting from the age of about 40, and the first “prisoners of conscience” appeared in the physical world, entities with broken memory, exiled here simply because of their disagreement with the policy of the Upper Worlds. The Sansar Gulag began to work in full force. And the rule “find yourself” was complemented with a paragraph in small print: “It is only allowed for fully-conscious citizens with a whole cookie to leave the karmic cycle”.

This is right about the situation you live in now. We live very little, no one has time to deal with their own garbage in 50-70 years, to reach the heights, and to give themselves a name and definition… Only a few people jump out, most often due to their professional skills and talents (they can already say who they are). As a result, the bucket is always full with fish with almost no possibility of jumping out: billions of people are born and die, and everyone has long been somebody’s “someone from a past life”. Father, grandfather, lover, child, enemy… Due to the enforced complexity, a whole series of traps hindering your development and blocking your escape from the system appears, because the longer you live, the less energy you release. A person of about 800 years old is neither gushing out unrestrained energy nor is full with feelings and amazement, so the system uses all its might to force everyone to go through childhood, painful puberty and losses every 50 years at best – again and again. And in each cycle it does its best to divert you from the main question – “Who am I?”… The energy lawn must be mowed – and the system sustains the effort. Oh, sweet Moses, you lived in such a good time… It is not profitable for Samsara to let you leave this pig farm, so religious institutions started to actively promote condemnation of suicide, euthanasia and agitate for higher birth rate. Their lawn must grow bigger! And be mawed as often as possible. And in general, a reed on the lawn shouldn’t be able to decide anything for itself.

With the growing number of “meatbags”, there appeared a necessity to fill them all up – with literally anything, even by bypassing many developmental phases. A soul from, for e.g., a shrimp, is being taken, rounded up a bit, and voila – all set! – straight into a human. A meatbag filled with such rump carries an ego of the ‘crown of creation’, but is yet primitive, undeveloped, unable to do anything. At the same time, by the 21st century many souls are almost off the hook, simply because of their old age and experience. That is why nowadays we have such a rattling mixture of incredible development of technology and sciences, combined with an equally incredible number of retards who can’t even spell their name properly. Some have been working their asses off for 900 years and are about to break free, others came here straight out of the ocean and are still blowing bubbles.

Traps on the way out

My father looks at me very carefully and says:
– It is time. I’ll be going now – or may be gone for good, I don’t know… I am very tired. It’s just that I came here again, and remembered everything again, – you, this house, this kitchen, and I really wanted to see you again. It hurts to remember this, but you once promised to hold my hand as I pass away. So hold it once again, so that I can still be at ease… Please.
I take his big warm palm in mine. He smiles sadly and looks at me. We talked for a while, then we got up, he gave me a tight hug, looked at my face one last time, and started to walk away, both leaving and disappearing at the same time into the slanting sunlight from the small window, in the hay of the house. His hair was already playing in the light like a young golden straw. And I began to float to the surface of my Real, still feeling the smell of his body, the warmth of his hands, and the unbearable bitterness of another, such a legitimate loss.

On July 19, 2019 Rutger Hauer, the famous Dutch actor who played all kinds of psychos, maniacs and antagonists so amazingly, died. It’s sorrowful that people like Rutger pass away, taking an entire era away with him. This was a really old, extraordinarily developed soul, who was incredibly lucky to live in one region through all his incarnations; he never left a patch of land from Frisia and Copenhagen to the North of Sweden.
Do you know what makes this death interesting and tragic to me personally? This man was once my father. I remember him clearly, I remember all these meetings, literally every one of them. And he was a very loving and caring father, who once took one small promise from me. I have this little list of people who used to be important. Sometimes I look at it and smile nostalgically.

Did I blow a tear out of your eye yet? But do you know what is the best part of it? The fact that this information has no use at all. Seriously, I can’t use it in any way, it’s like remembering the order of the letters in the alphabet. Kind of necessary, but why? And this is one of the strongest tricks and pits you can get in the Samsara system – substitution of the true goal with such heartwarming and supposedly important things that you get stuck on and don’t go further.
Just think about it yourselves. Any soul who’s been on the freaking wheel even a few times will eventually have a couple of fathers like that, anywhere from a couple to infinity. I’ve only lived here a handful of times, and I’ve got nine, including two stepfathers. Two of them are famous people, the rest are just some people you don’t know anything about. Samsara generates a huge number of such connections, and most of them do not have any “higher” meaning – you simply need a father, and someone is destined to have you as his child. And, by all laws of statistics and probability, a number of these people may turn out to be someone who is famous and successful. And there are also mothers, brothers and sisters, loved ones, children, enemies, friends… Each of us has a huge network of old connections on the subtle plane, so when we encounter them we feel bitter tenderness, vague nostalgia and a sharp feeling that this person is important to us.

But they’re not important!

The pit is, that when one feels a karmic connection, no one ever knows its exact specifics. People can only feel the importance of a person, their exclusivity and uniqueness… Well, you know that feeling when you meet someone, and the feeling is as if you have known them for a very long time, that you are connected and now you have to stick together. It comes out especially often in unhappy love and all kinds of personal dramas. The reason is simple – they came into your life to destroy it and leave you bleeding on the ground, but! – you TOO feel their importance and run to them wiggling your tail, unaware of the consequences. And you shouldn’t do that, because the system is testing your strength.

Remember an important thing: this system is AGAINST you. It is aimed at distracting you from what is important, skillfully replacing it with something bright and unnecessary. Personal problems, love, searching for hell-knows-what, whatever! Anything to make you avert your efforts from something important. Therefore, you can give zero shits about all of these “I feel it in my heart” and “the Universe gives me signs”, and think carefully with your head, what this or that connection will lead to. Because the Universe always has a purpose to lead you deeper into the swamp, not to lead you out of it. Your karmic connections will be gift-wrapped and thrown in your face in the form of love and tenderness for some guy from TV.
You fell for it? That’s it, the unit is dead, we can cross it off. Exit from the system is on the other side, and you are firmly stuck for many years, digging into another person, relationships with them, and, gods forbid, trying to remember past lives, and where they met. Why? Well let’s think about the above mentioned Rutger. Every time I watched a movie with him, I felt the poignancy of this man for myself personally (there are two other actors like him, though). Did he know it himself? Probably not. Maybe, like all of us, he sometimes felt a vague longing or dreamed of a son who was already long gone. Maybe he even remembered something, he was a rarely unusual man. The trouble is that even if we, for example, went for the utopian way, somehow met, encountered each other, remembered all this, it would still make no sense. He, well, was a father, and that’s it, the way out is still on the other side! 🙂

I had a chance to encounter fully conscious guests from the past who remember me, our past adventures and connections. And I would not say that the collective memory of the events of the 13th century has any particular impact on your life, or your relationship with some person, or your place in the system. I’m paying them a little homage, nothing more. If I’ve ever written to you from a private email, you may have noticed that it says Una Hjalmar in the name, not Mylene Maelinhon. Una, the daughter of a baker from Copenhagen, was my first love, and I even met this person in this life… It didn’t end well. I’ve known Kavvira since 1376 too, we met in the city of Rostock when I was on my way home from a long trip and a strange red-haired youngster called Halaam was on his way from Germany to Prague to see the local alchemists. I remember Richard the Third. And so what?
Remembering past lives is the second global pit that catches people who are a little more conscious than those who fell into the pit at the stage of love and feelings. Those who have come to esotericism or religion get stuck in the swamp of past lives and self-development for many years, being steadily pushed away from the main goal – to search for oneself, and not to try to remember their faces and names or to pump their nameless soul’s Ajna. You will soon die again, forget it all, and be born again to start all over again. Tortured by the constant longing for those you don’t even remember, and still with no information about yourself. Yes yes, speak “friend” and enter 🙂 You just have to figure out how to say it right.
And just imagine that you have spent 60 years of your life and remembered that you lived 96 times before, with these names, in these countries, remember these events. You have completely restored your karmic memory, literally for every day of the last two thousand years. And what does it give to you? In 1456 you lived in Russia, in 1780s – in Latin America, and in the beginning of the 20th century – in France, excellent, but WHO are you? What can you do? What is the name of your soul?… You have spent all your time on finding out what has not brought you even a foot closer to the exit from the system of Samsara. Remembering past lives is an entertainment, not a path, but your time has been spent, you’re 80 years old, and as Rutger’s character in Blade Runner said
– It’s time to die.

(c) Mylene Maelinhon \ Archaic Heart material