“Ascension of Jesus Christ” [sic]
The Museo Arocena in Torreon, Coahuila, Mexico
recently hosted an exhibition of Spanish art, and this exhibit caught my attention – The Ascension of Jesus Christ. Valencia, tempera and gold leaf on wood. XIV – XV centuries.
It seems to me that the obvious flying saucer depicted here is very difficult to explain with the ascension of Jesus to heaven. This is one of several instances of UFOs in Catholic religious paintings.
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Our white, medieval ancestors (from whom we reincarnated….) were not stupid. They did not want to be burned at the stake like Joan of Arc,
…..who said this…..
….so they snuck verboten stuff into their paintings to avoid being “cancelled” at the stake. 😉
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……Angels long before Christianity, a religion that is 70% Aryan, and 30% semitic, thanks to Saul
Vase from the Classical Greek part of southern Italy in 320 BC, a whopping three centuries before Jesus, depicting a guardian angel, a daimon, replete with wings on the right — and note the Cross at the top. (All the vases then were two-toned, with one color, the design in terra cotta, placed on a black background, and so all hair, no matter how blond, was depicted as black.)
Daimon or Daemon (Ancient Greek: δαίμων, “god”, “godlike”, “power”, “fate”)[1][2] originally referred to a lesser deity or guiding spirit such as the daimons of ancient Greek religion and mythology and of later Hellenistic religion and philosophy.[3] The word is derived from Proto-Indo-European daimon “provider, divider (of fortunes or destinies),” from the root *da- “to divide”.[4]
Daimons were possibly seen as the souls of men of the golden age acting as tutelary deities, according to entry δαίμων at Liddell & Scott.[5]
*** JdN: A girl just like this gave me a hug on Greenland Road in Ontonagon, right out of the blue. She was playing with her golden-retriever dog, and came running up to me.
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Daimons are lesser divinities or spirits, often personifications of abstract concepts, beings of the same nature as both mortals and deities, similar to ghosts, chthonic heroes, spirit guides, forces of nature, or the deities themselves (see Plato’s Symposium).
According to Hesiod’s myth, “great and powerful figures were to be honoured after death as a daimon…”[6]
A daimon is not so much a type of quasi-divine being, according to Burkert, but rather a non-personified “peculiar mode” of their activity.[citation needed]
In Hesiod‘s Theogony, Phaëton becomes an incorporeal daimon or a divine spirit,[7] but, for example, the ills released by Pandora are deadly deities, keres, not daimones.
[6] From Hesiod also, the people of the Golden Age were transformed into daimones by the will of Zeus, to serve mortals benevolently as their guardian spirits;
“good beings who dispense riches…[nevertheless], they remain invisible, known only by their acts”.[8]
The daimones of venerated heroes were localized by the construction of shrines, so as not to wander restlessly, and were believed to confer protection and good fortune on those offering their respects.[6]
One tradition of Greek thought, which found agreement in the mind of Plato, was of a daimon which existed within a person from their birth, and that each individual human, before birth, was assigned to a single daimon by way of lot.[6]
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…..Warnings and voices
Sometimes these guardian angels, these daimons (let us pronounce it, as in the Greek, as a “dye-moan”), create opportunities for us, which we, however, must seize, or neglect the chance we were given. They cannot “fight our battles for us.”
But at other times they warn us, because some imminent danger or turning point in your life is at hand. Then they can even speak words, and, it would seem, usually in a deep, masculine, baritone voice.
I remember somebody at the local tavern telling me how a voice warned him. In the winter he took his sedan to work, but in the summertime mostly his motorcycle.
One fine summer morning he was shaving and getting ready to hop on his “bike” and go off to work.
A voice said:
TAKE THE SEDAN.
Scared, as you can imagine, the guy took the advice.
Minutes later, a teenager texting sailed right into the si eof his sedan, t-boning him into a ditch, where his car rolled over and over. Imagine if he had ignored the angel and been on his motorcycle?
As I have often recounted, one day after Margi had returned to Ontonagon, in the fall of 2019, we had a tiff and I decided to sleep over at my own rented house (2014-2020), located at 306 South Steel Street.
It was around 3 am. I was sleeping, but something made me sit bolt upright suddenly. I had a vision of an attractive young woman with platinum-blond hair, wearing a one-piece monokini bathing suit, and sitting on a sandy beach. The photo paper, I think, had crenelated edges, like some 1940s photos did.
As I beheld this woman, the voice said:
Ostpreussen [East Prussia]
The woman on the beach looked beautiful, like this, and I bet she was some von Something aristocrat. 😉
Madeleine Carroll was a 1930s British actress who became a star in Hollywood as well. She was Hitchcock’s original cool blonde in “The 39 Steps.” Then she went to Hollywood and made “The Prisoner of Zenda” with Ronald Colman and “The General Died at Dawn” with Gary Cooper.
The fate of the East Prussians in 1945 makes you shudder.
Margi would listen to me talk about reincarnation, and life after death, and NDEs, but would interject, “Suppose you were tortured before you died?”
It hit me that Margi had PTSD from another life. 🙁 🙁
She hated, btw, though she loved Russian music, the famous, adorable Russian song about a flower, “Kalinka.” She said: “They raped the German women as they sang ‘Kalinka.’ !!!!”
And suddenly it all fit together.
My poor Margi………………
Like with that little American boy who had drowned in 1945 in another life during the Battle of Iwo Jima (where, btw, my own father fought). He would scream in terror as a two-year-old in his comfy bedroom in Louisiana in 1999, trying to break open with his legs his stuck, glass fighter-plane cockpit!
LOL, when I left the house, eager to go see my Margi and make up… this was on the meter. 😉
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