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This is a recording of the astral plane during an unnecessary and cruel tragedy. The text following is an attempt at translating the testament of Solar Angel 181818 (the angel of resentment) to the Tribunal of Masters regarding a helicopter accident in 1978 in Derry, Pennsylvania.
THE EVENT IN DETAIL: A helicopter at a large public gathering went sideways into some power lines, turned upside down and left gruesome results. The cold, mechanical cruelty of the helicopter blades left scars on every plane, physical, astral, even divine. 

The following is the best attempt to transcribe the akashic records by an adept from the notes of the deposition of SA 181818 (Resentment) by a tribunal of Masters of the Blue and White Lodges of the Earth Logos. 
(Note from the translator and medium: please, understand that these records can barely be understood in the realm of language - the depth of meaning in the combination of sound, vision and sense can only be approximate. There are few words - read them again as much as you must.The meaning contained in these words ring true only through experience and sometimes cruel repetition. These words are only cloaks, sheaths for the records kept by  the angels, communicated through a miasma of thought forms of astral and etheric matter telepathically. When the truth inside of them is divined from experience and known, the vibrations between the eyebrow and the emission from the solar plexus will harmonize into a lovely chord, to be met with the voice, or vibration of the larynx. To know something is to learn of it - to understand it is to work with it - the initiate returns with wisdom, for without the wisdom gleaned from knowledge and experience, initiation is not possible.) 

A lesson, they tried to reach
the heavens - and they focus
the energies bestowed upon them
Into inane endeavours. 
If i am they and we are us, 
It is necessary that I preserve US.
When arrogance is recognized,
It must be dealt with swiftly -
And if cruelty arrives,
Then a point is made - 
Do not let the machines they make
Become their God. 
 
A sound rings forth. This is not accepted.
If it cannot be accepted, it must be changed.
There is no arguing this. 

A plea is made.  

I am essential in the miasma,
I am the example of how not to be.
The light each person takes creates a shadow
And in it you will find me -

Three vibrations rang forth, sounding the chord of the new plane.
181818 was cast to Earth.

faux sang

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