(B01C08) Chapter 8: Archeological Digs

“FULL OF FUEL, FOOL OF FIRE. BLANK SLATE EXPLOSION OF HEAVENS CHOIR. COMBINING ANCIENT ARCHITECTURE WITH DESIRE. BROKEN BRICKS CRUMBLE, HUMBLE AND WILD. LOGIC AND REASON FROM ANCESTRAL MOLD. BOLD. REMADE WITH STAINLESS STEEL AND GOLD.” – “PROPHECY 13” BY JD STAHL

Psychologically, children are a product of their immediate environments. All of us have absorbed the invisible energy of our families. Even if thoughts were left unexpressed, the energy used to suppress those thoughts and emotions were received in a reciprocal tide of emotion—projected through the subconscious mind of any child within a certain radius of the parents. Between the ages of 0 and 7, as each child establishes the subconscious programming of their ego structures, each of us have attempted to establish our own models for various archetypes we could use to energetically psycho-locate ourselves while we establish our “self” or personality. Essentially, this is like attempting to establish a “God Positioning System” or GPS.

Fortunately for me, I was not only was I blessed with loving parents and a sibling, my immediate extended family was also quite a veritable palette of love and respect as well. In order for my entire family to get along as well as we did, each of us specialized in something which didn't encroach on the strengths of the other. Each and every member of our family was seen—and loved—for their uniqueness.

Since none of us competed with one another in our various “crafts,” we never really felt as if we had to strategize our actions to promote ourselves above one another. Even if we disagreed in alternated in our personality qualities, we saw that as a necessary blessing. Without this blessing we would have been unable to show our love for one another in the way we were all raised: to teach without forcing. In this way, each family member was a unique and essential offering. Without one, the archetypal map would have been incomplete.

In actuality, I never considered that family members would ever go against one another, create drama, or betray each other until I observed other familiar relationships—on television or from my friends. That's not to say that our family occasionally disagreed or misunderstood one another. Yet, because we were vocal about our confusion—without expressing ourselves with sarcasm, spite, or condescension—all inquiries were chalked up to innocent curiosities. it was that we were vocal about them, expressing them to each other with an energy of inquisition and curiosity, free of condemnation or superiority.

It takes some incredible love and strength within a family system to referee the energy of the subconscious so that all family members feel free, safe, loved, and accepted without conditions. Before my sister and I had been born, my most immediate family members had worked out all of their emotions so that we wouldn't ever have to guess about the definition of unconditional love for family.

Cellular Connectivity

“BEHIND THE GENIUS IS GENES. CAPITAL LETTER, SPELLS, Y? FROM THE LAKE I SEE PEOPLE. IN YOUR EYES I SEE THE SKY. IT’S AN INFINITE SINGLE CALL. IT’S THE ENERGY ABOVE. CONFISCATED CONFUSION. AND THE MESSAGE IS LOVE.” – “SPOKEN TO YOU AND YOU” BY JD STAHL

What some may call “genius” is similar to genetic purity. The fewer possibilities that genes can become “twisted” with inconsistencies, the more efficiently they will function, creating a stronger biological environment. Cells can communicate with greater efficiency when they are more in alignment. It's the same with personality. When people establish themselves openly and take on traits which do not cause one to question their subconscious programming, the more we will be able to communicate with them on telepathic or quantum levels. It is for this reason that many people, after they die, can still feel so present in our lives.

The deeper we connect with those we love, going beyond morals and values which can be altered through time, the stronger the connection we have with them. Even when they have dropped their bodies, the connection remains—just like the energy of their established being. In our heads, we can predict what they will say or how they react. When we have established an unconditional love vibration between these individuals, then there isn't anything in the physical world which could ever prevent us from manifesting them into our physical environment (psychologically or spiritually).

“FEELING UNKNOWN, AND YOU'RE ALL ALONE. FLESH AND BONE BY THE TELEPHONE. LIFT UP THE RECEIVER. I'LL MAKE YOU A BELIEVER.” – “PERSONAL JESUS” BY MARTIN GORE (SONGWRITER)

When we meditate, pray, or focus our consciousness enough on them, we essentially create a psychic magnet. Between the magnetic charges of our heart and the electronic wave dynamics of our brain and nervous system, we become a biological amplifier. How clear these messages and entities will be received by our internal “radio antenna” depends on how deeply we can understand people. Loving someone unconditionally would, of course, require each of us to love ourselves in the same manner. Without doing so, we would see them as something separate from ourselves. To truly love someone unconditionally, we have to become them and honor them, regardless of what they (or us) have ever done.

This means that we have to recognize all things that exist in space and time are irrelevant to any one of us. All beliefs on religion, politics, morals, or ethics are only temporary ornaments which are of the physical body and ego. All must be forgiven, transcended, and accepted as temporary for us to “call” upon others. This can be difficult, however, if we still choose to cling to our emotional trauma, pain, or suffering—or if we are unable to separate them from their role in our lives (parent, friend, lover, etc.). Recognizing energy for its inherent multitudinous applicability in the physical world is to witness our own immortal spirit which cannot be created or destroyed, only transferred. This, of course, is the light of our being.

Fortunately, we don't have to rely on our family or friends for models of “perfect” character. All we need to do is to see beyond their example, if just to witness their inner spark for a second. At that moment, we can embody them, sparking our own internal flame in unison—forever connecting souls without ever having to question their love or intentions. Instead of taking things that others do personally, we see them as a product of themselves. By becoming aware of these imperfections in others, we can accept them as we accept our own distance from the source of all our light. The moment we “awaken” this absolute model of purity as a single entity or source is the moment we “see” and “hear” beyond any physical construct that could ever attempt to redefine something so pure as unconditional love.

When we establish a connection to this source energy, not only are we able to heal ourselves, but we can energetically heal the codependencies on our entire family. Vibrationally, through the clear quantum channels of our genetics, messages can be transmitted from all those alike who would allow each of them to release their own dependencies on their limited roles and identities. The message gets broadcast outwards, beginning internally. From that, our closest family members are affected, then distant family members, and then (eventually) all other generations of our lineage—regardless of time or location.

Just like with children taking on the characteristics and energies of their immediate environments, the more “time” we focus our conscious minds on these ideal frequencies—even as adults—the more we transfigure ourselves to these archetypes. Not only can establishing a connection with our subconscious programming keep us young and heathy, it can also deliver us from our own attachments. Any attachment that can only exist in the construct of time or space will undoubtedly create suffering. It's the suffering which makes us feel alone. To recognize that we are never alone in true unconditional love is to resurrect every single archetype within ourselves, linking us directly to the Christ/God/Cosmic Consciousness otherwise known as the “collective unconscious.”

Prophecy 44

JD Stahl (11/27/2020) I’ve lit this chair on fire for you, Just to prove that I remember. Returning, burning, creating, From the forge of the burning embers. Clash from the river and born from the sky. We’ve fallen, outnumbered, So we could rise from the fires. An arrow from the quiver, Just like the ink from this pen. Descended descendants Honored and collected. Hidden names that were unwritten, From the beginning to the end. From the river, we arrive, once again, To mend all the secrets we’d buried in sand. Familiar faces, unable to vacate the spaces above, Recall the souls to fill the cells under these walls. Beneath my skin, a vibrant golden chorus rings Like electric lightning shining above their wings. A soul from a previous season, Matching the timeless offering. From heaven showers and ivory towers The Queen locates her King. The fairytale whispers of impossible ecstatic crease. Above us all strikes the flame that falls with peace. Yet, here I sit, a soul on the crux of the waves Casting shadows that only one could such appease. Hidden transfer within this carrier I doth decree. A perfect proportion from such special infinity. Above the games that shudder opposing truths Are the invisible guards standing on the roof And bequeath a vision to a lowly humble stride, Within the seed is your one and only guide.

Primary Contacts

“CLASSICAL GOLD AND UNCONDITIONED SOUL. ORIGINAL WRAPPED IN TWINE. A FOREVER MIND. A UNIVERSAL CRY. THE OVERLOOKED SEA FROM YOUR BALCONY. EFFERVESCENT BEAUTY FROM OMNIPRESENT PRIME. CHEMICAL RECONSTRUCTION OF DNA LINE.” – “THE MIRROR” BY JD STAHL

I credit my grandparents with ensuring that nothing would ever come between the family. My mother's parents—which we affectionately called Mommom and Dada—created a presence that would define even the greatest archetypes. The closer they exemplified long-standing historical ideals, the fewer questions we have about ideals of purity. Since there is no greater ideal of purity greater than unconditional love, the fewer conditions and exceptions we create before establishing this emotional connection with others, the more peace we will feel—in their presence and even when they are not around.

My grandmother, Ruth Nee Gross, married my grandfather, James Eugene Petrowicz. Ruth (Mommom) was the daughter of a wealthy businessman in the Boyertown area. My grandmother had a grace about her that seemed to come directly from the stars themselves. Her smile was as genuine as her kindness. She was a genuine artifact—a time capsule from royal history. She created the entire world around us so that all of her children and grandchildren would be able to live in safety, happiness, and absolute unconditional love and bliss.

Family meant everything to my grandmother. She kept herself connected to a time before it was corrupted by modern society. Though she always seemed to appear aloof or idealistic about her perception of the world, she never let it affect her. This was the source of her bliss that she gave so freely and effortlessly to her family. Mommom showed me how to create your own reality. She never let anyone stop her or otherwise change her prioritization of family, even if it required her to reject her external reality entirely. Anything that would make her question her family priority she would simply remove from her consideration.

Gross Point Preservation

“BEHIND THE SHELTER IN THE MIDDLE OF A ROUNDABOUT. A PRETTY NURSE IS SELLING POPPIES FROM A TRAY. AND THOUGH SHE FEELS AS IF SHE'S IN A PLAY; SHE IS ANYWAY.” – “PENNY LANE” BY THE BEATLES

Ruth never felt forced to be “realistic” with her perceptions of the world. Instead, she focused her magic on her idealism, and we all watched her manifest that wherever she went—until her family could do the same. Mommom's childlike enthusiasm never aged or lessened with her age. She was a perpetual child all the way into her 90's. She lived a full life, forever young, living from the same starlight that shone from her heart and fed each and every one of us. Whenever she was around, all of us were consumed by her grace. Even the stars themselves seemed to twinkle slightly as she would transmit their light through her heart.

My grandmother's maiden name, Gross, meant many things. In German, the origin of the name is associated to language, but also references light or luminosity. Today, however, it means “large dozen,” or the name we would give to the number 144. Biblically, of course, we could tie this name/word to those who are “chosen” to bring the word of God (light language) and deliver it to the people during the time of revelation before they ascend permanently to the “Kingdom of God.”

The Children of the Sun

“FROM THE PAGES OF HISTORY, WE WILL LEAP. DEEP INSIDE, MEMORIES FROM THE LETTERS OF OLD. ECHOING THROUGH DESIRE, A RACE, SO DIVINE. DEMIGOD REFLECTIONS, LIKE STATUES, DRINKING GOLD. SO WE’VE BEEN TOLD.” – “THE RUNNERS” BY JD STAHL

Adding to my genetic threading was my grandfather, James Eugene Petrowicz. Affectionately referred to as “Dada,” my maternal grandfather was born in the Ukraine in 1909. The son of an immigrant, his mother Emelia (Zmudsky) married Marion “Michael” Petrowicz. My grandfather was one of 7 brothers and sisters who honored their last name of “Petrowicz” as if it were a passport that they received on their way to represent their own personal planet and constellation, here on Earth.

This family, similar to my grandmother, could never be severed. There was no earth metal strong enough to dent the bloodline which created my grandfather and his siblings. For all I know, they were birthed by Archangels Michael and Emeliel (Semeliel or “Sol”) themselves and sent to the world to ensure that family values would be the last thing to die—even after the dust itself. Far exceeding any conception of royalty, my grandfather's genetic material was immune to the density of anything outside etherial existence. Each of his other 6 siblings had their own families—and each one of them established their own unique energetic starlight wherever they chose to channel their focus. Not a soul amongst us could ever be assumed to be anything but direct extensions of this “other-worldly” seed.

Grandfathered Grimoire

Standing at about 5'10” tall, my grandfather's broad shoulders could have carried the weight of the entire world. One look at his stature and you would see that there was no weight that could cause his knees to buckle. The purity of archetypal embodiment was witnessed by his family. And each of the children and grandchildren were forged and molded into archetypes which reflected his prime family stock. Hidden inside the spirals of my grandfather's genetic material was the genius that kept sway over the balance of the other planets in the galaxy. The spiritual wars which were waged all throughout history would eventually be silenced by his progeny.

No matter what we were up against, the very spirit of our ancestors would swoop down and sever the distance between injustice and truth—just like the various stories which were told all throughout known history. The more that we dug the depths of our own potential, the more that our genetic material would respond, bursting into a planetary explosion. Though he never went into detail, my grandfather told us that our genetic material was “special.” And with a gleam in his eye, though we could never explain it, we knew what he meant. We were all built fairly indestructible; none of us ever got hurt or could ever seem to be hurt—even by our own hands.

The Octopus's Kindergarten

“ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN. ALL GOOD CHILDREN GO TO HEAVEN.” – “YOU NEVER GIVE ME YOUR MONEY” BY THE BEATLES

My mother was not an only child. She had a younger brother, James. “Jimmy” looked like a live-action version of Clark Kent. For this and many other reasons, I always looked up to my uncle—as if I was peering into my own future. Though quite different in affect from my grandfather, Jimmy was a gentle giant—a warrior that worked secretly in a garden, disguising his powers from the world in the same way that Clark Kent convinced the world that he was an unassuming photographer.

Jim married a woman named Patricia. Pat centered her life around purity and piety, ensuring an environment for her children that would be clear of any evils. Between the two of them, they were quite successful. They had two children—both female. My cousins, Nikki and Tara, were their own specialized reconstructions of their parents, molded around the same gemstones and metals as the rest of the family.

Nikki, born in June of 1979, had an unstoppable curiosity and determination to expand in all directions. Her interests and intelligence were dually insatiable. Nikki's enthusiasm was a perfect mixture of form and formless. While she was in this life, she would uncover as much about the space between the physical and nonphysical aspects of existence as she could. Brilliantly shining from an endless well of internal energy and enthusiasm, she was a sentinel of unification between nature and illusion. Her light-hearted attitude was innocent, yet concordant with true history.

Tara was—and is—one of the most pure, reverent, and sweet women I have ever met. She mirrored the grace of my grandmother while combining her purity with the embodiment of a scripture that the Catholic Church itself would struggle to find a superior example. Tara was like the younger embodiment of Mother Theresa, never breaking from her God.

The Proscenium Arch Dancers

“WE WOULD BE WARM, BELOW THE STORM, IN OUR LITTLE HIDEAWAY BENEATH THE WAVES. RESTING OUR HEAD, ON THE SEABED, IN AN OCTOPUS' GARDEN, NEAR A CAVE. WE WOULD SING AND DANCE AROUND, BECAUSE WE KNOW WE CAN'T BE FOUND.” – “OCTOPUS'S GARDEN” BY THE BEATLES

When the four of us (my sister and two cousins) got together during family gatherings, we would spend the majority of our time together either performing or “playing school.” Our minds were constantly active, always reaching out for more and more. Learning from each other's specialties and strengths were a way that we could engage our primal social needs alongside our thirst for knowledge. The great thing about not allowing competition to create unnecessary counterproductive is that time is always utilized efficiently. None of us ever really fought or argued. We enjoyed celebrating each other's uniqueness. The way we were all taught to show our love for one another was to invite those around us to showcase their talents and strengths—not play games of oneupmanship.

Creating an environment which focuses primarily on acceptance and communication was the very reason that all of us were able to prioritize our own growth and education. Specifically, by removing any of the extraneous distractions from our social development, we were able to merge with our authentic selves much more frequently. This state of being, of course, is the most beneficial to learning. It is in this state of sincerity and vulnerability which normalizes acceptance, without fear (judgment, betrayal, unworthiness, or otherwise). Since we replaced the presence of jealousy with sincere curiosity, most negative energies were able to be eliminated.

“OH WHAT JOY FOR EVERY GIRL AND BOY, KNOWING THEY'RE HAPPY AND THEY'RE SAFE. WE WOULD BE SO HAPPY, YOU AND ME. NO ONE THERE TO TELL US WHAT TO DO.” – “OCTOPUS'S GARDEN” BY THE BEATLES

When we were not teaching each other or learning how to swim from our grandfather (Dada), we were performing--dancing. Since none of us ever felt self-conscious around each other, we would put on music that we all enjoyed and choreograph lip-syncing acts that we would eventually showcase for our parents. Our collaborative efforts allowed each other to take turns so as to not let anyone feel left out.

Even though I was the only male amongst three other females, I never felt as if gender was ever a dominant theme or otherwise changed the nature of how we all got along. In fact, none of our differences, physical or otherwise, were ever used as a means to differentiate ourselves from each other. Instead of using comparisons which could make someone self-conscious, we instead took turns to make sure that each of us felt celebrated.

Combining our collective family values with our zeal for learning, the space that the four of us would spend time together was a haven from the outside world. We lived inside of our own personal heaven—the calm within the storm. We were not as much sheltered from the outside world as much as we were raised to negate the importance of anything or person who would make us challenge ourselves or our family members.

Homeschooling Baby Seals

“FAMILIAR FACES, UNABLE TO VACATE THE SPACES ABOVE, RECALL THE SOULS TO FILL THE CELLS UNDER THESE WALLS. BENEATH MY SKIN, A VIBRANT GOLDEN CHORUS RINGS. LIKE ELECTRIC LIGHTNING SHINING ABOVE THEIR WINGS.” – “PROPHECY 44” BY JD STAHL

With these basic developmental constructs, we were all able to develop a healthy ego structure while being in the presence of other children our age. By the time we attended public school, we already had plenty of experience establishing our concept of “self” without using others in our environment to make us feel “special.” In fact, instead of competing and using comparisons, we used our willingness to help others as a means to differentiate our identities amongst others. As a result, we often watched other children fight or argue, not truly understanding why conflict was so normalized or necessary.

As young children, nobody in the family was really “allowed” to fight, argue, or compete with one another without one of our parents or grandparents intervening and scolding us. We learned that the worst thing we could ever do was to alienate a member of our family. Learning that early in our childhood allowed us to focus ourselves entirely on developmental methods we could use to expand in our own unique directions. Since this made us so independent, we never felt as if we had to compete for the older members of our family either. We exceeded our own expectations, motivated solely by exceeding our own goals and standards—without competing with or comparing ourselves to anyone else.

I always reflected back on the time that I spent with my grandparents and my cousins. Underneath the innocent nostalgia and gentle memories of uninterrupted innocence was an ocean of love. It was this love that each of us ended up absorbing. Our family was not simply a function of marriage or offspring; our family was an institution. Unconditional love was our religion. When children are not only raised in an environment that prioritizes these values over anything, no marketplace or substitution could ever compete. We all knew that no matter what would happen, our family would always support us—without judgment—and remind us of who we truly were, without ever saying a word.

In order to honor this unconditional love to its fullest potential, we were all encouraged to grow in whatever direction fostered the greatest sense of appreciation for who we were at our core—never falling to feel as if we should be anyone other than ourselves. The genes of our family were never as strong as the love we had for each other. As interdependence of nature often leads us to recognize the inherent balance in all things, one could easily recognize that in order to develop one, the other must be honored to its fullest extent. Vibrating within each of my cells was a veritable chorus of angels, all connected by the one true thread: unconditional love.

Joshua Tree

JD Stahl (06/22/2020) On the tree, and then off. The gentle light. A gentle night. A cool breeze atop the rock. From the holes he came, Just yesterday afternoon. And now he sits on the moon. The end of a journey, Never too soon. The gods, the nations, the seals. Staggered and stumbled. Welcome, my son To your final ideal. It’s about time you’ve become Part of the one. Part of you. Pieces of portraits That you’ve seen through. It’s all been meant for you. Enjoy the view. A faraway audience awaits The proof of his faith and fates. Driven by visions and painted by pain, He’s walking to the train And gets on the last car. Becomes the impossible, And creates a new land. A story. A man. A star. Held in his hand. The diamonds in the sky, again cry. But joy is the water that flows in their eyes. As they finally see This new scene. The new age. A new time. Without games, just dreams. A family united. A new breed. No more teams. Welcome to the tree.