Without being born of her flesh, the divine Rama is the son of the Virgin Mother. Like each of us, creatures of the empire, like everything the Goddess created. Rama’s skin is black, his hair is frizzy, as the statues of Buddha. The Goddess has black skin too, but She is ginormous.
The Goddess is a reptilian. Female reptiles do not need to be fertilized by a male to reproduce. This is how the Virgin Mother was able to give birth to billions of humanoids to populate her empire. On the other hand, when Thomas Aquinas invented a human Christ born from a human virgin as well, he screwed up to the top of his game. Humans need to be fertilized to give life. They do not have the chance to be reptilian. All that humans have of reptilian is the nucleus of the brain. The origin and main transmitter of reptilian orders.
Because they are our masters again. I am talking about the Archons, not the Goddesses. The Reptilian Archons lead this world to the wand, and will lead it to its ruin as long as the Goddess sleeps deeply in the heart of the world, in the depths of the Earth Center. I told it, the Archons created us, but they only made the material envelope. They have no soul, they couldn’t give us one.
The Goddess deemed their work perfect. She therefore decided to complete it by giving a soul to the first Adams. Reptilian too, her nature forces her to a forced rest, a kind of hibernation, dormancy. Every sixty thousand years, it must sleep 4000 terrestrial years to regain its fullness. This is what it has been doing for almost 4000 years. What will happen when she wakes up? She will put things in order by hunting Mammon and his clique of usurpers. These animals have only one passion: gold. The money. The money. The money.
And this passion has gripped the whole of humanity, much more eager for gold and dollars than for love and spiritual progress.
Rama loves women. All women. His wives number in the hundreds, his conquests in the thousands. (source)Ramayana from Valmiki Ama the First Goddess shares the same inclination. As for her daughter Ana, she has whom to hold. This passion is shared by Anne or Anna, daughter of Ana, little daughter of Ama. They all look so similar that I first confused them. You may notice this confusion in my oldest texts. It’s nothing, the three were confused in the spirit of our distant ancestors. They worshipped only the Goddess, no matter what name they gave her.
Anne is the Goddess who still reigns on Terra. But Ana sometimes comes there, leaving the Big Dipper. Ama the ancestor stays at her place, on Andromeda. Courted, she gives in and takes. She loves all males, whether they are noble or shepherds. The Goddess opens her bed to her lovers without losing her virginity. A reptile has this power, especially the Goddess of Goddesses, the primordial Queen who comes before all the gods, absolute mistress of archons, archangels and men.
It is to honor him that Rama bears this name. He is reptilian, but his fetish is Aries. Rama possesses the horns and ardour. The Goddess is everything for him: her fiancée by embracing, her mother by the spirit, her daughter too, her sister, her girlfriend, her boss, her guide and her muse. During the act of love, he feels like the equal of the Almighty. He is infinitely indebted to her.
Rama is ram by the stars: Aries is his zodiacal era. The first known name of the constellation of Aries is Doumouzi, a Sumerian word, transmitted by the Assyrian clay tablets. In Mesopotamian mythology, Dumuzi or Tammuz is a shepherd of his state and husband of the great goddess INANNA, ie In+Anna. His misfortunes are counted in one of the oldest myths identified in the Mesopotamian civilization, the Descent of Inanna to the Underworld.
The Greco-Latin underworld has nothing to do with Christian hell. The underworld is a kingdom under the earth, the Abzu as it is called in this legend, and as it may appear in distant legends, that of the Sidhe in Ireland, that of Macuxi in America and the hollow earth of the Gauls, to mention only those. Here is the legend of the Mother Goddess who descended to the Underworld.
“The goddess Inanna is the master of all that lives on earth: plants, animals and humans. One day she goes to the Underworld for a visit to her sister Ereškigal, queen of the Underworld. The god ENKI EA, ruler of the Underworld and spouse/ brother of Ereskigal, knows how much his underground kingdom needs a god from above. Together with Ereškigal, they decide to keep Inanna prisoner. But on earth begins the reign of desolation: in the absence of the goddess, all life perishes.
“ENKI EA imagines a solution. Inanna will be released if she designates someone to replace her. Back on earth, Inanna must choose who will take her place. She notifies her husband near a nymph. Instead of looking after his flock, the shepherd Tammuz is lying on a lawn. Jealous, the Goddess is angry. She designates Tammuz to the archons of darkness. The nymph Geštinanna, the one-who-acts-in-Anna, cries and laments. She does not want to lose her brother. We find a compromise: Tammuz will only stay in the Underworld for part of the year, Inanna will replace him the rest of the time.”
The parallel between Rama and Tammuz is easy to draw. Tammuz is a shepherd; Rama is also. Tammuz is Dumuzi, from the sign of Aries; Rama is also. Tammuz was the husband of Inanna; Rama also, who married the Great Goddess Ama aka Ana. And the resemblance does not stop at the civil status.
When Inanna is absent, nothing goes on Terra: Tammuz her husband thinks only of using the beautiful. When Ama is absent, nothing goes on Terra: Rama Zeus thinks only to lutiner the beautiful… We could continue this little game for a long time in other legends, but the reader will have already understood.
Dumuzi Tammuz is another name for Rama. His legend emphasizes a little-known aspect of Rama’s life. It is best known for Ramayana. I showed that Homer had plagiarized Rama’s life in the Illiad and the Odyssey. I also showed the parallel between the Odyssey and the Exodus, a story of the flight of the Hebrews also borrowed from the Odyssey.
This descent into hell will be sought in vain in Ramayana of Valmiki. Neither India nor Tibet mention this episode. Here is the reason. In his planetary odyssey, Rama the Conqueror has lived many adventures. Every country he has crossed and conquered tells us what he has witnessed. The legends of the different countries describe only the experience of Rama in the country in question. Dumuzi Tammuz is Rama in the Middle East. It is not yet the Odyssey, only the Illiad. In Assyria, still a young man, Rama Tammuz had just conquered the city of Troy. His long migration eastward was just beginning. It was to last forty years.
If Valmiki does not mention the descent into the underworld of the god Rama, an even more disturbing episode reminds us of another god, another christ. This is the story of François Brousse, poet and philosopher of the last century.
The invincible hero would reap victories on the battlefield, and the giants would run away from him, when he ran into the magic of a terrible Yoghi: «Indragit». This formidable sorcerer raised serpents of fire which rushed against the victorious warrior, and lodged in his body, crossed as if by living flames. Rama fell dead. The foundations of the universe trembled with terror.
But the Gods refused the triumph of evil, the ordering Gods of the Heavens, the Sun, the Moon and the Stars. They commanded Garouda, their Messenger, the Eagle with a human head, to take in his dazzling talons the top of the sacred mountain where the flowers of immortal life grow. The human Eagle obeyed. He carried this multicoloured Triangle of Eternity taken to the zenith, to the battlefield, filled with corpses and dying.
When Rama, the devastated God, felt the perfumes of immortality rising in him, delighted at the mountain of the Gods, he opened his eyes of unfathomable azure, his heart began to beat a powerful shaman, and the risen One rose up under the joyful sun! The primordial war was won by genius and providence. (source)
François Brousse, born on May 7, 1913 in Perpignan and died on October 25, 1995 in Clamart, is a French esoteric poet and kabbalist, author of about a hundred works published from 1938: poetry, metaphysical essays, astronomical, historical, esoteric, novels, theater and tales.
François Brousse — whose existence I did not know until today — is a man according to my heart. Philosopher like me, poet as I try to be, he combines a rare height of views with a gift for beautiful writing. Two qualities that do not leave me indifferent!
Here is what another scholar, Joan-Pere Pujol, says:
“In the line of Victor Hugo, Bergson or Bachelard, François Brousse places in poetic inspiration the creative impetus essential to any spiritual quest, momentum that constitutes the apogee of intelligence. He considers poetry as a true spiritual path, which transfigures the man in love with beauty, in a transcendent exaltation.”
He sprinkles his writings with poetic finds straight out of the language of goslings. I do nothing else. And without knowing it, I walked in his footsteps. See a masterful excerpt in my article The Hundred Faces of Rama.
In Sumerian legend, Rama Tammuz is the husband of the Goddess Inanna, whose name means en-Anna. Yes, the great Rama, aka Zeus, aka Tammuz, married the Great Goddess. Yes, Ramos the Druid of the Druids, aka Enoch, aka Enki, married the Prophetess, the Enchantress, the Druid.
After the disappearance of Atlantis, Rama Zeus was summoned to Alcor, in the Great Bear. More precisely on Our the beautiful, home planet of the Mother Goddess. Rama Zeus tells the Goddess what happened in truth of Atlantis. She is moved, admires the bravery of the god of the gods, the presence of the master of Terra, the skill of the commodore of the imperial fleet and the authority of the Reigning Princeps of Hyperborea.
The Goddess invites him to join her the same evening for a gallant dinner. Virgin Mother, the reptilian goddess knows how to enjoy fleshly pleasure without tarnishing her inalterable virginity. This episode, capital in the evolution of Prince Charming that was Rama, was revealed to me during an astral journey on the timeline.
The warrior who travels all along his timeline is a wall-pass that shows us the way to go.
After the bestowal of the senses, the Goddess speaks.
“Rama Zeus, my friend, do you see the impasse to which your lightness has led you? As you know, my nature inclines me to long periods of sleep where the future of the empire is determined. Sleep already follows me. Here comes the dark age that will last four thousand years. Here comes for me the time of rest waiting for the distant day when my awakening will allow me to take over the reins. On Terra, should my beloved children languish for four thousand years away from pure light, with an indifferent god as their only master? Pull yourself together, my friend. Be worthy of your birth. In my absence, you will be the only support of humans. Against the black archons, they can only count on you.”
“The black archons? Big deal! I am black too, Ana” said Rama Zeus.
“I am not talking about the colour of your skin. You are beautiful. I am talking about the dark ones, these rebels. Snakes from the depths, they have been bosses for millions of years. It’s counting without humans. The gardeners of this beautiful garden, the guardians of this wonderful zoo, are not archons, but humans my children.”
“I don’t give a fuck about each other. The only person I care about is my Great Goddess. I belong to you.”
“You have received much, Rama. I have supported you without fail against the beastly witches. I have made you the first king of Terra. Humans love and respect you. Do you think you can ruin it? In my long sleep, I will watch over you. You will be my eyes on this world and my intelligence to guide humans. You will be my heart for their people and my arm against the archons.”
“Your will be done, my Goddess. I, former archon, will defeat the archons.”
“I’m counting on it.”
This terrible struggle of Zeus against his brothers below is told in the legendary Greek under the name of Gigantomachie. I tell it in the article Dragons of Hades, which reports the defeat of dragons and other reptilians. I identify them with the dinosaurs that have carved up this planet for millions of years. The incredible duration of their reign was enough for the Darwinian evolution to draw from them a higher, intelligent, if not spiritual species.
One of Nag Hammadi’s texts dedicated to archons shows that these reptilians from the depths had not received the approval of the Great Goddess. Useful clarification: these texts all speak of God the Father, do not add faith. This is the late makeup of a contemptuous patriarchy. The original story, much older, reveals the identity of this father god: it is still and always the Virgin Ana of Alcor.
Virgin Mother, she can conceive without the help of a male, as some reptiles do. Under the thousand stars of her empire, we are all her children. And yet she is still a virgin. She gives herself the leisure and pleasure of sex. Its control of the movements of the assembly point allows it all the fleshly pleasures without compromising in any way its inalterable virginity. What man can say that?
The modern expressions Mother Goddess or Great Goddess or primordial goddess refer to the disputed hypothesis that various cults were returned to the same «universal mother» from the Paleolithic to today, says Wikipedia. If this hypothesis is disputed, see the work of machismo very dominant in the sciences as elsewhere. For me who loves Ana, there is no doubt about her existence. Ask yourself why medieval cathedrals are not dedicated to Jesus? In France you will note that most are called Notre Dame.
It turns out that the Hebrews and their neighbors were not followers of female supremacy. Have they changed that much? Misogynists recognize only one role for the weaker sex: that it remains so. Which is not only an untruth, but a deadly mistake. Look around you objectively, and tell me which of the two sexes is weaker. Sincerely?
Pathetic machos. The era of patriarchy began only a few thousand years ago. Matriarchy has dominated Ana’s empire for 66 million years. Despite all the efforts of patriarchy to hide this fact, it is clear that women surpass men in everything. They have always done so and will always do so. The little males who do not believe it are their next victims. Largely consenting, who better.
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