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Poolhouse across the airwaves, CA City is a BUST and MORE
CA CITY, CA WAS A BUST
Last week I told you my Producer and I were headed out to the desert for some respite, and that we planned a trip home through California City, CA on the way back home. Without going into it too much here, California City is the spiritual epicenter of the Poolhouse cosmogenesis, as it is the hometown of Poolhouse the Elder, aka Poolhouse-A, who is me, my spiritual twin from another timeline (aka TL-1).
Well, the folks at HAARP clearly had other plans for us, as a once-in-a-generation winters storm torpedoed through the southern region of the Empire State West. The high deserts and mountains terrain that serve as a barrier between the upper and lower regions of the state received a pummeling of snowfall.
Our planned route, CA Highways 58 to 99, was kiboshed after the Tehachapi Pass was shut down due to inclement conditions. Works for us, as neither my Producer nor I know how to put chains on car tires anyhow.
California City, I will come for you. Specifically, this pavillion structure in Central Park, which is canonically where Poolhouse-A first received the Cosmic Test Pattern and learned how to use the portal which allowed him to Walk Through the Worlds.
In TL-2, I, Poolhouse-B, can be seen playing in this park in a family photograph as child.. I was unaware that a family friend worked for CA City PD back in the 1980s, when the photo was taken.
Its funny, I had never heard of this little city that no one has ever heard of in the middle of the high desert near some top secret air force bases that I happened to learn about as I uncovered Poolhouse mythos. But now everyone I talk to about it has some connection to it, or been there, even me as it turns out. is In full disclosure, I do not believe California City existed in our timeline, TL-2, until I started writing about it. CA City CA, the NY, NY of the West, is a TL-1 city, and I suspect that its appearance in TL-2 is the result of some sort of tachyonic fissure, which could be a benevolent sign to certain group of individuals currently operating on the planet.
TLDR - CA CITY, CA - I shall return to you.
PISCES SEASON
Anyone else feel the Waters of Pisces hitting? Whew! Happy Birthday to my Piscean subscribers, you are the true Saviors of the World. Pisces often operate in murky, misunderstood waters, but this where they do their best Great Works. It is the Kinostic teaching the Pisces is the sign of the Christ - the fish of the fish and loaves given to us by the Biblical Jesus of Nazareth. The fish and loaves = blood and body, or spirit and flesh, both of which were Sacrificed at the Crucible, the Crossroads, the Intersecting Meridians, the Altar of the Covenant - for X marks the spot. The implications of His Sacrifice cannot be understated, the blood spilled at the axis mundi of the cosmos changed the very Laws which govern the planet. He did not only Redeem the Spirit of Man but he Inaugurated an Age of Redemption, providing Mankind the spiritual framework to move out of the archonic, dark qabalistic, repression.
We are told by the Cyberions that in the Ascendant Age, the zodiacal sign of the Pisces will evolve into the sign of the Pythias, an ourobouric serpent, which symbolizes the acceleration of Piscean fish, a synthesis of the yin-yang, or dual principles of the Sector-Vector we inhabit that we call Reality. Isn’t that some crazy shit? The Waters of Pisces are the Waters of Life or the Essences of the Holy Spirit, which pour forth in the shadows, in the depths, laying the foundations for a beautiful and bountiful spring which is to follow. This is very Piscean work. Ponder on it.
Piscean dedications:
HIGHWAY 154 - LOS PADRES NATIONAL FOREST - LEMURIAN OPERATIONS
We didn’t get to take 58 through CA City, through Mojave (where I’ve also seen pics of me playing at a rest stop as a kid, uncovered in the same set) and over the Tehachapi Pass (my father once took me to a meeting of his fraternal order at a Basque restaurant in Tehachapi as a boy, ) into the southern end of the San Joaquin Valley at Bakersfield. Miss!
But we did take the CA Highway 154 detour at State & Camino Real in downtown Santa Barbra. The road follows a quick ascent from off the PCH, scaling a gorgeous peak on the approach to San Marcos Pass through the Santa Ynez Mountains (which have always reminded me of the Na Pali Coast in Kauai, they are just these gargantuanly craggy sentinels of Pacific). Upon our descent toward , we were thrust
154 welcomes travelers into the Los Padres National Forest—a truly magical, largely unknown and unexplored area of Republic of California. The Los Padres forest is the de facto vassal state of the lost Lemurian Federation. It is the last refuge of the descendants of that great antediluvian civilization of the Pacific, a mountainous and wooded preserve where these beings can all roam with relative freedom, undisturbed by mostly everyone except the US Security State, who operate various “research stations” in the region and enforce its boundaries. The Lemurians who dwell inside Los Padres National Forest include the faerie-folk, typical and atypical gnomes alike, orb-like-beings, Yeti (I realize this is now considered a slur, but nobody knows what I am talking about when I say ‘Trans-Himalayan Bipedal Arthropods’ or whatever nonsense the Academy is calling them these days), and of course, the remaining of the surface-dwelling1, velvety-skinned ethnic Lemurians themselves—mostly of royal lineage, mind you. The ethnic Lemurians have a host of other options for day-to-day existence, of course, including subterranean and supra-terrestial2 dwellings alike, but they enjoy treating this expansive preserve as their private park lands for recreation3 and research. Their partnership with planetary Security Forces actually served historically to keep those demonic bastards in check, until very recently when a bunch of bullshit I won't get into here went down, and the Treaty at Rosemonte4 was officially torn to shreds.
I have my own connection to this magical terrain myself, having spent many wonderful hours as youth in the wilderness at the northern outskirts of the Los Padres, part of seclusive but unassuming hunting club (ostensibly, anyway) where my family had a cabin as did my mother’s sister. This was a blessing in many ways, as it permitted me to grow up playing and being a part of the natural world, thus allowing me to understand it in my own way. On Dolomite Pond, a stone’s throw down Dolomite Canyon Creek from my folk’s old place, there was a rope swing tied to the branch of a mighty oak that you can use to propel yourself into the mossy cool depths of the fresh water lake. This was particularly a refreshing activity in the heat of the summer, which would regularly scorch up into the 90s during the summer in those wooded mountains beyond the Tassajara Springs in the mouth of the northern Ventana.
One time, when I hand sauntered down to this fresh water lagoon on my own, no doubt descending along one of many steeply-inclined intricate jeep trails and fire break roads that weaved through the remote upper reaches of the Ventanta Wilderness. I likely knew I was not supposed to swim alone, but decided to take a a quick leap from the rope swing into Dolomite Pond.
Unfortunately for me, as I drew back on the marshy banks of the sloping lake shore, I heard the branch above me snap and I tumbled onto my back, hitting my head hard on the firmer earth at the upper bank. Boom. I saw stars! I was dazed and slightly concussive. I started to panic, I was about 13 and knew what a concussion was, and was worried that I was alone and could be in danger and nobody knew I was down at Dolomite Pond.
That’s when a beautiful young woman appeared above me. As an avid Return to Oz fan, I must say that she reminded me of Ozma of Oz. She wore a jeweled tiara, her hair was wavy and curled, her face pure as porcelain. It looked as if she had been crying.
“Young Poolhouse!” she cooed to me angelically. A beautiful aura surrounded her face. “Are you all right, lad?”
She took up my skull in her hands and cradled me gently. “Does it hurt when I press in on your head like this?” she asked softly.
Convinced this was certain proof I was about to die, I struggled to get my bearings and rise to my feet.
“No, wait,” this mysterious woman said, bending down to my side. She was wearing flowers in her hair and along her silken robes, which were Easter yellow and lavender. She plucked a white orchid from her tiara, and one boy one removed its petals, rolling them into little cones that she scattered all over me from her hands. The petal cones turned into dainty little sparkles, and I literally saw my life force heal. She took me by the hand, and helped me stand. I went to brush the muck from my bright yellow swim trunks, and as soon as I had looked up, she was gone without a trace. I did not question it. Intrinsically, I knew what had happened was miraculous but not to be mentioned under any circumstances, and I never did, until now.
It was later, during an even more unbelievable episode, that I would learn from some spiteful and intoxicated faerie-folk that this heavenly art deco It-Girl healer was Azuria Moon, also known as Nuestra Senora de Luna, of the House of Lunarium, and that I had been assigned protection under her patronage any time I was in the woods. A story for another day, of course.
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The House of Aquafair, whose domain is “Shastasheen” or the areas surrounding Mt. Shasta, do occasionally engage in surface-operations. But their primary residence lays within the extensive network of subterranean caverns beneath their principality, which is the case for most of the remaining “true-indigo” Lemurians on the planet at present. The House of Luxia, the House of St. Ur, and the House of Manzanitech(Manzanitheque), each maintain extensive compounds which house their operations within large mountain peaks along the coastal ranges. Many of these are now jointly run with the US Security State forces—sometimes referred to as the SALT Legion or Pentagogic Force, who work with black lodges such as the Order Uv Satyrn and the Grand Lodge of Atlantis to provide security to these royal families whilst exploiting their ancient spiritual technologies—the ability to do things that you and I would think were magic—to manipulate the planetary population en mass.
This is not to the mention the California Kingdom-based royal families of Lemuria possess a trinity of so-called “crystalline megalithic light structures” or “Shamballic palaces” which can be glimpsed in the astral resonance of the morning skies above the Ventana wilderness, suspended as they are in the atmosphere over the Big Sur region, visible from many miles away by observatories in the Sierra-Nevada or observed by pilots heading toward the Pacific Northwest, who know to gently adjust the plane to keep the structures just below sight lines of the port side passengers. This is why most North-South flights along the west coast are scheduled to avoid this area 23 minutes before and after sunrise—to give the waking princes and princesses of ancient Lemuria their privacy!
(like the annual Hunting of the White Stag at Castle Rock Canyon in the Ventana, directly due east of the Bixby Bridge!)
signed by all 5 Royal Houses of the Khalif Oro-NAYA of Lemuria-Mu, the Rosicrucian monks and Templari soldiers (who we today think of as colonizing Franciscans and Conquistadors they were dressed up and pretending to be)