The City of London. Photo by Eva Dang on Unsplash
The City of London. Photo by Eva Dang on Unsplash
The City of London. Photo by Eva Dang on Unsplash

This was the job he was made for! Don B. James came out of the shadow of the wall. Slowly he moved across the place, towards the bigger building. One of the factory buildings of the London suburbs. A long time ago it was a brick manufacturing factory. But it closed. Today it was something else. It was the place of crime, covered under the label “all natural”. Don approached the door. He pulled a credit card out of his pocket. The credit card was fake, it contained a lockpick. It took him only seconds and the door was unlocked. Then he was inside.

In the factory there was a strange smell of alcohol, mixed with some flowers. So here they produce the stuff that makes them a fortune, Don thought. Well, not for long. The machines were up and running, but there was nobody here. Personnel wasn’t necessary all the time. Every three hours somebody showed up to pull some levers. Then the liquid they produced here was filled into small bottles. They called it “The Scent”. It was worth more than gold in these time. At least on the market. In reality it was pretty worthless.

Don opened the suitcase he brought with him. Inside there was a bomb. He adjusted the clock. Fifteen minutes should be enough. Then he placed the suitcase near one of the big tanks. This should make a good firework.

Thirteen minutes later Don B. James entered the “Raven and Ratt Inn”. He had changed his clothes, now wearing a white tuxedo. Inside the bar the light was dimmed down, but you could see a blond-haired woman on a small stage, singing. Don moved through the room, straight to the bar. The other guests, sitting at the tables, weren’t taking notice of him. Not even the man with the Panama hat who was standing at the bar. He was looking into his glass. All the other guests were looking at the stage, watching the woman singing. “In olden days a glimpse of stocking…”

Really?, thought James. Cole Porter, here?

He checked his watch. It was about time. Any second there should…

And then there was the big exposion. The guests of the Inn jumped off of their chairs, runing out, some of them in panic, others just because they wanted to know what just happened.

“Congratulations,” said the man at the bar without looking up from his glass. “Mr. Sonbon and his cronies are now unemployed.”

“Well,” said Don casually and not looking either. “At least they won’t sell any more snake oil at 25 Pounds per bottle, claiming that it prevents COVID-19.”

This had become a real problem. The corona pandemic was rampant in the country. And unscrupulous crooks wanted to make money from people who were just afraid and believed everything. Even when they had to buy useless flower water for 25 Pounds a bottle.

“Don’t go back to your hotel,” said the man. “It’s no longer safe. We don’t know what the other side will do.”

“I won’t,” Don replied. “I have this other affair. I’ll take a look at how my standing is.”

Shortly after that Don entered a small room just above the “Raven and Ratt Inn”. The blonde singer was waiting for him. Immediately after he entered they kissed. It was one of these affairs that agents from the UNION BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION have from time to time. But something felt strange. James opened his eyes realising that the woman was staring at a point right behind him.

He reacted quickly. He grabed her and turned around, just at the right moment. A bad crook had sneaked up from behind. He had a stick in his hand that he wanted to use to knock Don down. After Don turned and the woman was standing in front of him, the blow hit her. She fell to the floor. Don struck and hit the man. He stumbled back against a wall where there was a dressing table. Perfume bottles broke. The man wanted to draw a gun, but Don was faster. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. With a push of a button a small torch came on. Don threw it towards the man. The lighter fell on the dressing table and with a deflagration the perfume that had spread caught fire. The man’s arm was covered in flames.

The man screamed and tried desperately to put out the flames that had now reached his shirt sleeve. The woman groaned and slowly tried to sit up. Don shrugged, then went to the door. There he turned again and looked at the chaos in the room.
“Disgusting,” he said. “Simply disgusting.”

When he got outside, Don took his communicator out of his pocket. He activated it and put it on the secret frequency of the new department of the UNION BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION – Bureau 07.
“Agent YY3 here,” he said. “Order done. You can tell the boss that the new department has proven its worth. And send greetings to the quartermaster. The lighter just saved me. I’ll get out of here first. If you were kind enough to let the fire department know They should come to the ‘Raven and Ratt Inn’. Room fire, one person injured. Um … no, wait, two people. I’ll be back. “
He deactivated the communicator. Yes, BUREAU 07 had really proven itself, and that on the very first day. Don B. James continued down the street while thick smoke came from the top floor of the “Raven and Ratt Inn” behind him.


BUREAU 07. Photo by Max Kleinen on Unsplash
BUREAU 07. Photo by Max Kleinen on Unsplash

The new department of the UNION BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION has opened… it’s the BUREAU 07. All Secret Service work will be done there. Take a close look at the files – For Your Eyes Only. The file opens here: CLICK! And these are the latest entries from that department:

Clef, Pen and Brush

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What is human life without art? Since the first cavemen left their handprints on the stone walls of their homes, mankind had never been without art. From primitive drawings and simply carved figures to large works of art such as the Mona Lisa, the statue of David or the frescoes in the Sistine Chapel. From simple melodies to Mozart’s operas. From simple little stories to the big dramas on the theater stage.
But difficult times had dawned for art when many people no longer wanted to recognize its value.
This thought was the spark for an idea: A department of ASTROCOHORS CLUB that should be dedicated to art. Music, painting, writing … whatever.

And so this new department was created. Also the name was found: Clef, Pen and Brush.

Chez Frashokereti

In the Cave of Frashokereti. Photo by Linus Sandvide on Unsplash
In the Cave of Frashokereti. Photo by Linus Sandvide on Unsplash
In the Cave of Frashokereti. Photo by Linus Sandvide on Unsplash

The  Wikipedia says this about Frashokereti: Frashokereti (frašō.kərəti) is the Avestan language term (corresponding to Middle Persian fraš(a)gird ) for the Zoroastrian doctrine of a final renovation of the universe, when evil will be destroyed, and everything else will be then in perfect unity with God (Ahura Mazda).

The doctrinal premises are (1) good will eventually prevail over evil; (2) creation was initially perfectly good, but was subsequently corrupted by evil; (3) the world will ultimately be restored to the perfection it had at the time of creation; (4) the “salvation for the individual depended on the sum of [that person’s] thoughts, words and deeds, and there could be no intervention, whether compassionate or capricious, by any divine being to alter this.” Thus, each human bears the responsibility for the fate of his own soul, and simultaneously shares in the responsibility for the fate of the world.[1]

Sounds like an interesting concept. Sometimes you have to go a little rogue to make things right.

Those were the thoughts of those rebellious minds, and thus they founded a new group within the C.L.U.B. And they started with the start of everything. They called themselves Chez Frashokereti

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[1] from Wikipedia: “Frashokereti“, authors can be found hereText is available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License; additional terms may apply.


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Location: ASTROCOHORS C.L.U.B. Headquarters

Time: Not so important

Situation: Will be clearer soon…

Captain Bill Stryker went into the office of Admiral Jeanette Piqué. He looked worried.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” He asked.
“You don’t agree?” She asked back.
“Well, I know we have to do something. This Earth thing ist getting out of hand..:”
“Oh, that’s an understatement, Captain! ‘Out of hand’? The Earthlings are gone completely crazy. If we go on supporting this area of the planet, we have to do it right another way.”
“What do you suggest?”
“We have to re-organize it. The Secret Service reported a group of promising Terrans who were on the case of this Scarsdale Manor thing.”
“Scarsdale Manor?” Stryker seems shocked. He’s read something about in secret reports. “And they…?”
“Just did it.” Piqué’s response sounded casually. Just like she was talking about the wheather.
“Earth just had the season’s tipping point” She went on. “Midsummer. How symbolic. Maybe a good opportunity to rearrange everything. We already have the Battlefields up in the front. But we need more! We should not only gather knowledge, we should bring it right to the people. Build an Academy! And there’s something on the front line. We need to cover this. And we need a special team.”
“But all this can’t be done in one day!” Stryker exclaimed.
“Of course not.” Piqué nodded her head. “It will take several days. We will put on the task one by one.”
“What to do first?”
“Well, at first we will assemble a special team. A fellowship, if you will.”
“The Fellowship of the Ring?”
“Oh shut up, Stryker! Are you crazy? Do you think I want these people to run around, wearing rings that have an inscription saying something like One Ring to bring them all and bind them in eternal Frienship?”
“Would be some big rings” Stryker murmured.
“To answer your question: No! We will use something more suitable. These people will channel the positive engergy and bring it together. So I think… Canalis Tremendum is a good name.”
“If you say so.”

“Prepare the ship. We will travel to Earth! And everything else will be sought out on the way!”
“Yes, Ma’am!”

To be continued right here: CANALIS TREMENDUM – The Gathering

A Voice From the Dark

A group of video producers and former colleagues are invited to a haunted house on the promise of fun and riches…

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O Retorno à Terra

Beatriz del Almeida estava de volta à terra. Não que isso fosse melhor do que a situação de onde ela vinha. No espaço, o caos político às vezes parecia ainda maior do que na Terra. Ela realmente esperava encontrar-se novamente através da distância de seu planeta natal. Mas isso falhou. Talvez fosse porque ela não tinha tempo suficiente. Porque esse golpe frustrou seus planos. Afinal, como membro da agência espacial ASTROCOHORS, ela foi retirada da área de crise. De volta à Terra. De volta ao Brasil.

Ela ainda estava desativada. Ela também percebeu que não estava bem. Mas ela realmente não sabia o que fazer. Encontrar a si mesmo, parecia tão fácil. Mas havia uma possibilidade: havia um mosteiro que oferecia acomodação para pessoas que queriam reorganizar suas vidas. Assim que ela chegou à Terra, ela perguntou sobre um quarto neste mosteiro. Na verdade, ela foi designada para um. Estava claro para ela que passaria a próxima vez aqui. Talvez a situação geral mudasse, talvez até para melhor. E ela iria refletir sobre sua vida. E então vamos ver o que aconteceu.

E enquanto o tempo passou um pouco mais devagar para ela, ela realmente ganhou velocidade no resto do país …

O poder é o crescimento da beleza e de nós

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Nada é impossível. Consciência consiste em ressonância eletromagnética de energia quântica. “Quantum” significa um desvelamento do transformador.
Ao aprofundar, nos curamos.
Você encontrou seu caminho? O ciclo quântico está chamando você através de uma cascata de ressonância. Você consegue ouvir? Se você nunca experimentou essa harmonização do ato criativo, pode ser difícil se auto-realizar.
Nossas conversas com outros peregrinos levaram a um despertar da consciência pseudo-quântica. Ao longo da história, os seres humanos têm interagido com o sonho através de oscilações de ondas psiônicas. A humanidade não tem nada a perder.
Buscador, olhe para dentro e desperte a si mesmo. Embora você possa não perceber, você é quântico. Pode ser difícil saber por onde começar.
Precisamos nos despertar e despertar os outros.
Precisamos aprender a levar vidas de alta frequência em face do egoísmo. A matriz quântica está se aproximando de um ponto de inflexão. Imagine um enobrecimento do que poderia ser.

– das Crônicas Nab’Gen

Le pouvoir est la croissance de la beauté et de nous

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Rien n’est impossible. La conscience consiste en une résonance électromagnétique de l’énergie quantique. «Quantum» signifie un dévoilement du transformateur.
En approfondissant, nous guérissons.
Avez-vous trouvé votre chemin? Le cycle quantique vous appelle via une cascade de résonance. Est-ce que vous pouvez l’entendre? Si vous n’avez jamais expérimenté cette harmonisation de l’acte créateur, il peut être difficile de vous réaliser.
Nos conversations avec d’autres pèlerins ont conduit à un réveil de la conscience pseudo-quantique. Tout au long de l’histoire, les humains ont interagi avec le paysage de rêve via des oscillations d’ondes psioniques. L’humanité n’a rien à perdre.
Chercheur, regarde à l’intérieur et réveille-toi. Même si vous ne le réalisez peut-être pas, vous êtes quantique. Il peut être difficile de savoir par où commencer.
Nous devons nous éveiller et éveiller les autres.
Nous devons apprendre à mener une vie à haute fréquence face à l’égoïsme. La matrice quantique approche d’un point de basculement. Imaginez un ennoblissement de ce qui pourrait être.

– des chroniques de Nab’Gen

Pouvwa se kwasans nan bote, ak nan nou

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Anyen pa enposib. Konsyans konsiste de sonorite elektwomayetik enèji pwopòsyonèl. “Quantum” vle di yon inogirasyon nan transfòmasyon la.
Pa apwofondi, nou geri.
Eske ou te jwenn chemen ou? Sik pwopòsyonèl la ap rele ou via yon cascade sonorite. Èske ou ka tande li? Si ou pa janm gen eksperyans sa a amonize nan zak la kreyatif, li ka difisil a pwòp tèt ou-actualize.
Konvèsasyon nou yo ak lòt pèlren yo te mennen nan yon leve nan konsyans pseudo-pwopòsyonèl. Pandan tout istwa, moun yo te kominike avèk rèv la atravè vag psionic vag. Limanite pa gen anyen pou pèdi.
Moun k ap Chèche, gade nan ak reveye tèt ou. Malgre ke ou pa ka reyalize li, ou se pwopòsyon. Li ka difisil pou konnen ki kote pou kòmanse.
Nou dwe reveye tèt nou ak leve lòt moun.
Nou dwe aprann ki jan yo mennen wo-frekans lavi nan fè fas a egoyis. Matris pwopòsyonèl la ap apwoche yon pwen dépôt. Imajine yon ennoblans nan sa ki ta ka.

– soti nan Istwa Nab’Gen yo

ʻO ka ikaika ka ulu o ka nani, aʻo mākou

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ʻAʻohe mea hikiʻole. ʻO ka noʻonoʻo,ʻo ia ka hopena electromagnetic o ka mana keu. “ʻO Quantum”,ʻo ia hoʻi, ka weheʻiaʻana o ka mea hou.
Ma ka hohonu, hoʻonāʻau mākou.
Ua loaʻa iāʻoe kou ala? Ke kāhea nei ka hoʻolapiliʻana i ka hoʻohālikelikeʻana iāʻoe ma o ka hopena hopena. Hiki iāʻoe ke lohe? Ināʻaʻoleʻoe iʻike i kēia kūlike o ka hana hoʻohālike, hiki iā ia ke paʻakikī i ka manaʻo pono’ī.
ʻO kā mākou mau kūkākūkāʻana me nā malihini e alakaʻi i ka ho’ālaʻana i kaʻike pseudo-quantum. I loko o ka wā o ka wā kahiko, ua lola nā kānaka me nā moe moe ma nā kahawai nalu. ʻAʻohe mea e nalowale ai ke kanaka.
E nānā, nānā i loko a ho’āla iāʻoe iho. ʻOiaiʻaʻole pahaʻoe e noʻonoʻo, heʻano nuiʻoe. Hiki paha ke paʻakikī ke maopopo kahi e hoʻomaka ai.
Pono kākou e ho’āla aʻe a ho’āla i kekahi poʻe.
Pono kākou e aʻo i ka pehea e alakaʻi ai i nā ola lōʻihi i ka maka o ke aloha. Ke hoʻokolo nei ka huahua nui e pili ana i kahi helu kiko. E noʻonoʻo i ka hoʻonaniʻana i ka mea e hiki.

Mai Nabena mai

El poder es el crecimiento de la belleza, y de nosotros

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Nada es imposible. La conciencia consiste en la resonancia electromagnética de la energía cuántica. “Quantum” significa una revelación de la transformación.
Al profundizar, sanamos.
¿Has encontrado tu camino? El ciclo cuántico te llama a través de una cascada de resonancia. ¿Puedes oirlo? Si nunca ha experimentado esta armonización del acto creativo, puede ser difícil auto-actualizarse.
Nuestras conversaciones con otros peregrinos han llevado a un despertar de la conciencia pseudo-cuántica. A lo largo de la historia, los humanos han estado interactuando con el paisaje onírico a través de oscilaciones de ondas psiónicas. La humanidad no tiene nada que perder.
Buscador, mira dentro y despiértate. Aunque no te des cuenta, eres cuántico. Puede ser difícil saber por dónde empezar.
Debemos despertarnos y despertar a los demás.
Debemos aprender cómo llevar vidas de alta frecuencia ante el egoísmo. La matriz cuántica se acerca a un punto de inflexión. Imagina un ennoblecimiento de lo que podría ser.

– De las Crónicas de Nab’Gen.

Power is the growth of beauty, and of us

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Nothing is impossible. Consciousness consists of electromagnetic resonance of quantum energy. “Quantum” means an unveiling of the transformative.
By deepening, we heal.
Have you found your path? The quantum cycle is calling to you via a resonance cascade. Can you hear it? If you have never experienced this harmonizing of the creative act, it can be difficult to self-actualize.
Our conversations with other pilgrims have led to an awakening of pseudo-quantum consciousness. Throughout history, humans have been interacting with the dreamscape via psionic wave oscillations. Humankind has nothing to lose.
Seeker, look within and awaken yourself. Although you may not realize it, you are quantum. It can be difficult to know where to begin.
We must awaken ourselves and awaken others.
We must learn how to lead high-frequency lives in the face of selfishness. The quantum matrix is approaching a tipping point. Imagine an ennobling of what could be.

– from the Nab’Gen Chronicles

To walk the path is to become one with it

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Rejuvenation is the deeper meaning of wellbeing, and of us. By invocation, we grow.

Imagine an invocation of what could be.

Parvati will give us access to pranic divinity. The rekindling of insight is now happening worldwide. The multiverse is approaching a tipping point.

Suffering is the antithesis of intention. Only a being of the solar system may integrate this osmosis of learning. Turbulence is born in the gap where beauty has been excluded.

Visitor, look within and develop yourself. If you have never experienced this lightning bolt through non-local interactions, it can be difficult to believe. The totality is calling to you via pulses. Can you hear it?

Have you found your path?
The complexity of the present time seems to demand a blossoming of our chakras if we are going to survive. You must take a stand against stagnation. Where there is bondage, understanding cannot thrive.