The City of NitzGallah
From time immemorial, there has ever presently been a city called: NitzGallah.
It has been thoroughly built with a precious material resembling gold, thus people tend to view (and name) it as “The Golden City of NitzGallah”, also known as “The City of Music”.
There have been many different stories about it throughout millennia, but one of them is said to have been particularly important to define its present state of heavenliness:
“The citizens of NitzGallah have always been privileged by their talents, especially music, fine arts, gastronomy and the most sophisticated elements of style and well-being.
Despite the fact that its society had been established under the most ethical, humanitarian and democratic principles, with time and erosion of those values, corruption started taking place and hearts began hardening and becoming sectarian.
Although the general state-of-mind had already reached a dreadful status, the citizens of NitzGallah managed to retain their skills and extra-sensorial powers, such as telepathy, kinesthesia, volition, self-induced-invisibility, weather-control and hypnosis, to name a few.
The environment was still a pleasant and ever-presently musical domain, with harmonic accords vibrating permanently over the various segments of the city, according to their specific ethos and sub-cultural groupings residing in them.
The government was well-established as a reigning democratic monarchy, characterized by a very distinct electing format: as long as the reigning monarch was administering the state appropriately and successfully, the music played masterfully and harmonically every day and night in the city; should it eventually fail, disrupt or disharmonize, it was a clear indication of mismanagement, neglect or dissatisfaction within the realm.
As the citizens were highly skilled in the intuition arts, they had evolved into forming their own clans and sects throughout centuries in a row, partaking their very own tastes and beliefs among themselves and casting out the ones who had no affinity with their colors and harmonies whatsoever. This procedure, endured over the centuries, bore a very segmented and ostracizing society, reducing its mobility and integration within the various groups spread around the megalopolis.
On top of all this sectarianism, all social, educational and cultural inter-group mobility were also definitely reduced by the fact that no one wanted to share their “assets” with “foreign” groups or ethos; thus, they struggled to keep them all privileged and secretive within their own kin.
Each cult group even developed their own telepathic syntax to signal foreign presence and interests to each other, should they have not perceived them intuitively. And not only they kept each group protected from “foreign” interaction but also managed to prevent “lesser” and/or less able citizens within their own groups to have access to and interact with the so-called upscaled segments within their own tribes or sects.
The telepathic glossary had become utterly sophisticated and virtually impossible to be decoded by any stranger, considering the elaborated communication patterns they had created and always updated in order to preserve their codes and privileges. So, as there were many tribes and dialects, sects and classes, one could never tell whether he or she would be able to relate to anyone other than their own kin, extended family and friends, unless a signal of “approval” had been uttered or intuitively transmitted to the hosting or welcoming group on their behalf, in every social situation.
Thus, a telepathic sound like “tsz” spread around within any given group could mean a welcoming message to a visitor, while a “krz” might mean that someone should never be given any social chance, as he or she might be usurping group assets in the long run.
As days went by and nights glimmered with the shining colors of the golden cupolas of the major buildings, no one was concerned about the slow yet steady disruption coming into effect: the sound of music was gradually becoming disharmonic and unpleasant.
Disease and unhealthiness were unheard of before, just as much as lacking of basic elements of comfort and survival; but, with disharmony, they had been approaching the City of Music in a steadfast motion. Anger and violence, along with hostility and envy were unknown dispositions, up to the disharmonic moment the city was facing, and a few atrocities were taking people aback with shivering paleface surprise.
As the disharmonic accords had been reaching an unbearable dimension, causing irreparable damage to some of the golden-leafed towers and constructions and putting the inhabitants at risk, a Supreme Council meeting was called by the sovereign at the fastest pace.
After days and nights of fruitless discussion and grievances, accusations and back talking, a message to the population was issued and channeled to the masses: “As we do not seem able to put our best minds and efforts together in consensus to revoke some of our misbehaviors and face a new possibility to counterbalance the present state-of-facts, the Supreme Council is ready to listen to the citizens feedback on how they might see a possible solution to the existing disharmony.”
Appalled by the news, many citizens became depressed and inactive, while others made regretful use of their abilities, only to surmount to the already gloomy atmosphere within the megalopolis; very few people were actually concerned about finding a possible solution to the matter, until a simple, yet savvy and wise musician, living in the Southern outskirts of the megalopolis, walked forward into the Supreme Council Tower. His name was Itzwahin.
As the Elders welcomed him and asked him about his viewpoint on the situation, Itzwahin replied: “I have come to a conclusion: I guess that pretty much the same way our ever present music has been getting disharmonic by repeatedly “crash-closing” the melodies over and over the same notes, we must have “closed” ourselves as well, into our own clusters and sects, uttering the same words and terms to keep ourselves apart from each other and casting different ‘sounds’ and ‘tunes’ away from us.”
“And why do you think that?” – demanded the sovereign.
“Because of fear, definitely.” – Itzwahin replied. “Fear of losing ourselves into the new, the different and the unknown. Fear of sharing our ‘assets’ and losing them, instead of multiplying and expanding them. Fear of missing our own identities, our skills that make us so very special and spectacular, our abilities that could be lost amongst a symphony of many others performing just in the same way. It´s pretty much like everyone´s willing to be a solo player, instead of playing together for a change.”
“And what do you suggest?” – the curiosity was at maximum level around the tense Council group.
“That we utter only the same note towards each other, instead of the ones we normally use today to keep each other away.” – Itzwahin assured. “That we should be doing… instead of warding off the ‘strangers’ and ‘foreigners’ with obtuse sounds in our minds. We should start viewing them immediately as our own kinship, brethren, extended family… and we also should, deep-heartedly and sincerely, welcome every visitor into our own home, clan, sect, sub-group, neighborhood and ethos.”
“And what so amazing and encompassing welcoming sound would that be?” – the sovereign had already come down from the throne to embrace the musician, just made philosopher.
“Simply AUM!” – replied Itzwahin.
“Hmmm… how interesting and ‘round’, eloquent sound… and what should it stand for?” – requested the king.
“For Love, your Highness… Unconditional Love!”
“Really?” – the king was amazed by how primeval yet sensible solution had come into play.
“Yes, Your Highness… Love for all things, all living beings, all creatures of all planes and sects and groups, for Nature, for the Cosmic Waves, for our Ever Present Music, for the Light inside and around each and all of Us. As we change our behavior from sectarian to inclusive, we will surely become ONE – AUM – OM, anyway! And our music will definitely reflect that.”
“So be it!” – determined the king.
And in a matter of a few days and nights, once the new message, issued by the Supreme Council and the king, on behalf of Itzwahin, reached the citizens of NitzGallah, a new Light shone brightly over the golden roofs of the megalopolis, a lighter atmosphere took complete charge of the surrounding environment, a fraternal feeling took everyone over by the heart and a new sound, intertwined with a most exuberant and soul-touching melody ever played in the City of Music, resonated, every once in a while, with “AUM”… for Love, Unconditional.
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AUM NAMAH SHIVAYA!
ॐ नम: शिवाय
AUM SAI RAM!
AUM NITZGALLAH NAMAH!
AUM SRI ITZWAHIN NAMAH-HA!
NAMASTê!
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Sept 09 2009 – 14:10 SAO Time.
Red Planetary Moon
Galactic Year of Self Existing Seed
Lunar Scorpion Moon
(Day 18) Red Eastern Wavespell – Kin: 49
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Pessoas inteligentes, assuntos fascinantes, vidas iluminadas… como é bom termos alguém como vc aqui… parabéns. bjbjbj
Merci chérie… [ likewise ] – afinal, somos todos UM – AUM – OM, in synchronicity.
Namastê!
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This city still exists but we can’t readily see it – but some walk amongst us – this would make a great book !!
Indeed! I´ve caught a few glimpses of it, occasionally…
Definitely a pre-book-writing inspiration!
Thx.!
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Congratulations on your book………………!!!
Are you a writer ……………….???
Kisses…………………….!!!
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Thank you! I wish I could view myself as a writer… still a long way ahead to get there… but I´m “channeling” often… Namaste!
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All prophecy accomplishments of your heart.
Good Luck……………Kisses……………….!!!”
Many, many thanks!
Namaste!
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Você consegue iluminar tudo. Amei o texto.Muita paz.Te adoro amigo!!! Beijokasss sempre.
Merci, chérie! Je vous aime bien!
Fico muito feliz, especialmente por haver sido porta-voz de notícias tão fantásticas! Que haja sempre LOVE e LUZ ao nosso redor… e que “contamine” a todos que compartilham nosso caminho!
PAX et LUX!
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An intuitional glimpse of a world that could be… a world that would be.
How soon depends on each of us. Let us all pitch in.
Luiz, you are blessed. May your vision be blessed with fruition too, may Love grant it !
Namaste, Aum Shanti, Shanti… Amen
Hans
True, my friend… just the fact that our hearts and hands can convey the purest energies in that direction will help build critical mass to help this process to gradually (and steadily) evolve!
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GOD IS PURE ENERGY, UNIVERSAL ENERGY IS GOD, UNIVERSAL INTELIGENCE IS GOD, RADICAL HONESTY IS GOD, EQUILIBRIUM IS GOD, HUG VIBRATION IS GOD, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE IS GOD
AUM NAMAH SHIVAYA
NAMASTE
SHALOM
AMEN
Indeed, my friend! Actually, We are ALL little pieces of that GOD Consciousness, a bit unaware of our own Divinity, while somewhat “trapped” by matter and Maya, the ilusions of karma. Let us ALL remember our GOD-Brightness and converge to the Light!
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While sitting in my office having a meeting with one of my employees the Um or (Aum) symbol appeared on my left hand just under the thumb. It was of no color just a imprint that last for hours. My employee said it looked like an Anient Symbol. I made a picture of it, when I went home that evening my daughter & I begain surfing the web and found it. Not sure why or how this symbol appeared on my body.
Certainly you are in synch with high-frequency energies… enjoy the moment and proximity with Luminous Realms and make it noticeable in your day-to-day duties and on your smile!
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