Satan and Suns

the sensations were, wow such a crazy place. I recognize these energies and I hear: You have claimed this.
I see a woman, as she comes closer I recognize her. I ask her: are you me? She replies: you are me.
She reveals things about me. Then the energies shift and I see many things, things that I have sensed, wondered about. Things that have been long hidden and denied.

I hear a woman weeping in a space far below. Then I see her— it is my mother weeping bitterly her tears tugging @ my heart…. She is one to take care with yet still it is not easy to watch her cry. And Then her face melts away revealing the one underneath and she looks @ me. Her hatred burns.
I am shown hell. The hell humanity has created….I’m shown my family there.
There are things revealed about Earth and Activities that I have sensed and wondered why I sense these things that go unseen.

Afterwards, I find a gold orb in my hand that is both solid and not solid (changes form) and is a part of me. It spreads across my hand and is the part of me that (connects with everything else).

Countdown & release. I see my astral body wisp along and then I've arrived. I can feel the energies of the demons outside my wagon and I can hear their voices.
I step out and peer into each ones eyes as they speak to me.

What's interesting is that when I heard Akelta mention the Vortex, I watched myself perch at its edge and dive head first and straight down into it.

Realizing I should wait and go through the process formally, I re-focused on the demons in my midst. And, went through the process!

Was I falling or diving? A little of both. I was in the Vortex, that's all that mattered.

As I drifted apart into oblivion, I watched my different chackras float about. They retained color, vibrancy, activity. After awhile, they floated further away & I focused elsewhere and watched a pure gold statue rise up from what looked like oozing tar. It was soft, malleable, hints of light and darker hues of color. A building is emerging - palatial. The base is still submerged when I realize I'm looking at home. A replica,...

And suddenly they are there - my homemates. Several fly about and some hover and speak with me. They tell me they can find me anywhere. No matter where that may be. When I am most lost, they will always arrive to remind me of my way back home. They provide hope in the most forlorn and seemingly hopeless places. I feel our kinship. It is a mysterious and beautiful knowledge.

My focus returns to the Vortex. Situational awareness, chides Chernobog. [Note: I am spending November doing daily communication with Chernobog and posting our stuff in Inner Sanctuary] As I hone in on Chernobog, I realize there are many deities and demons & different dead ones that speak with me regularly. It is, decidedly, an honor. They materialize one by one and very soon I am pulled up and out of the Vortex.

Part of the illumination here is that I was unwilling to do the Labyrinth and very willing to do the Vortex. Lots to think about here!!

I walk through the dark cave until I see a flickering glow around the bend.
I stop for a minute, then walk around the bend to see the vortex.
I study it for a minute, a swirling portal of dark shapes and flashes of colored light, feeling the pull as our energies begin to blend together.
I walk in and I fly into the swirling darkness and streaks of light, my body dissolving as I become one with the swirling energies around me.
I see a knight on a horse, his armor emblazoned with a red lion.
I see a pilot in the cockpit of what appears to be a WWII bomber with flack shells exploding all around him. I see the windshield crack as a fighter plane flying directly towards him fires his wing guns.
I see myself jolted out of bed as bombs being exploding nearby; and scenes of being at the business end of an artillery barrage, shells going off all around me.
It occurs to me that war seems to be the dominant theme here.
Some scenes show patterns of light and shadow with no immediately apparent meaning, while another showed a skeleton wearing a red and white pressure suit lying in a field littered with scorched and scattered bones.
In the eye, I'm having trouble getting a clear image, but I catch a glimpse of a humanoid, but not quite human, figure wearing a yellow and white pressure suit just as the hand snatched me away