In
1982, I began to have a series of nightly precognitive dreams and daily
awakened visions after being prompted by a series of 11:11 incidents on digital
clocks.
This
changed my life from a full-time employee (computer programmer) to a part-time
computer-programmer contractor and part-time adventurer (gold prospector) and
part-time explorer of the mysteries of life and beyond.
In
the early 1990s, I wrote four novels. It was the last thing on my Bucket List.
My first three novels took
place in Topanga, California,
central Arizona and central Montana, respectively. I had lived in two of
those places and have a strong familiarity (past lives, plus several visits)
with the third. I've been everywhere west of the Mississippi River except Oregon and Washington.
But when I wrote my fourth
novel (THE ELEVENTH SAGE), I chose to use western Oregon as the location. The
story could have taken place anywhere, but for some strange reason (strong
intuitive feeling) I decided this was where it must take place.
The area in the novel is
west (and somewhat north) of Eugene,
Oregon, near the ocean.
The bulk of the story takes
place at a "sanctuary, retreat" in the wilderness in a (fictional)
place called Grotto Mountain not far from the Pacific Ocean, at a latitude
slightly north of Eugene.
The
main character in the novel sustains a head injury and subsequently finds
himself in a sanctuary at the base of Grotto Mountain where he goes through a
series of levels of life-altering lessons in various metaphysical disciplines
such as the true meaning of dreaming, reincarnation, altered states of
consciousness, parallel dimensions, invisible allies and so forth.
After
the main character advances through the levels of teaching, he is compelled to
find an entrance into a cave area within Grotto Mountain where he encounters
what appears to be the face of a lion on the cave wall, where he then makes his
specific mark as the First Sage, and exits the opposite side of the mountain to
encounter a mysterious woman who lives in the wilderness and shares her
mystical knowledge with him.
Later
in the story, after the main character has recovered from his head injury (journey
into another world) he stumbles upon the real sanctuary, just as in his
"hallucination" of the sanctuary, whereupon he again goes through the
same levels of metaphysical advancement and once again finds himself within the
cave area of Grotto Mountain. This time there are 10 other marks around the
face of the lion on the cave wall, including the original mark he had placed
there in his "hallucination" state. Thus, he places his mark once
again -- to become the Eleventh Sage.
My
four novels were published in 2000-2001.
In
2001 - 2007, I wrote a weekly newspaper column.
In
April of 2007, a friend suggested I should put my columns on Myspace.
In
July of 2007, I created a Myspace site and began posting my columns. Along the
way, I began to pick up a few column readers and people asking to be a Myspace
friend..
In
October of 2007, a woman who was a concert pianist requested to be my friend.
Upon examining her Myspace website, my eyes were drawn to a person who looked
like a Nordic Goddess named "Sonyah Gustav Student and the Guru" who
posted a comment on the pianist's site, which included some references to the
11:11 phenomenon.
Thus,
on 11/07/07 (interesting date), I wrote a message to Sonyah, curious about her
thoughts on 11:11, which was the beginning of a cyber friendship between the
two of us. Sonyah was extremely intelligent, her list of reading material was very
impressive. She seemed to have a thorough knowledge of many ancient historical
events and myths.
Over
the course of time, I learned that Sonyah lived in Oregon, west and north of
Eugene, in the same exact vicinity where my novel, THE ELEVENTH SAGE takes
place.
She
also believed she was a special soul. This is one of the early message I
received from her (as she wrote it).
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I am a doe, a deer, a female
dear, the Shechinah that went into exile with my people. I am King and Queen of
the Tribe Naphtali, through birth and physically anointing by my father, which
in turn makes me the high priestess of the order of doves, meaning the
Magdalene, just as my grandmothers before me, of which also married David, and
Solomon.
I have the blessing of King for right now, because I have had no one worthy to pass that anointing to.
Queens are not made by clergy, but by birth. Kings are made by the anointing of Princess, or Queen. Those appointed by clergy in the spiritual realm are illegal.
I appreciate your attempts to understand. What it boils down to, Magdalen is not a name, it is a title, of a specific family line, that of Naphtali. I am the Magdalen of this 21st century, of which is also the vessel of the spirit of Isis. (Osirus still has yet to be pieced together.)
Another reference to ash, I am the awaited red heifer of prophecy.
There is much to be told, to be revealed, clarified, mapped out, and understood, but I do not have the talents of a writer to make it sewn. I wish I did. All I know are the details. I need scribes, this I do know.
My full name means: Kosher, preserved, picked by el, gust av son, good staff, pure, consecrated to the service of YHWH, 2 in 1, Son Yah, to beget the eternal wisdom. My name describes my true character and ambitions.
Did that answer anything, or make more questions? You want to be my scribe? :o)
I have the blessing of King for right now, because I have had no one worthy to pass that anointing to.
Queens are not made by clergy, but by birth. Kings are made by the anointing of Princess, or Queen. Those appointed by clergy in the spiritual realm are illegal.
I appreciate your attempts to understand. What it boils down to, Magdalen is not a name, it is a title, of a specific family line, that of Naphtali. I am the Magdalen of this 21st century, of which is also the vessel of the spirit of Isis. (Osirus still has yet to be pieced together.)
Another reference to ash, I am the awaited red heifer of prophecy.
There is much to be told, to be revealed, clarified, mapped out, and understood, but I do not have the talents of a writer to make it sewn. I wish I did. All I know are the details. I need scribes, this I do know.
My full name means: Kosher, preserved, picked by el, gust av son, good staff, pure, consecrated to the service of YHWH, 2 in 1, Son Yah, to beget the eternal wisdom. My name describes my true character and ambitions.
Did that answer anything, or make more questions? You want to be my scribe? :o)
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Sonyah
believed she was the "current" Magdalene, as in Mary Magdalene. Not
in reincarnation, but rather in manifestation. To her it was a title, given by
a king. And her mission in this life was to bring peace on earth.
The
following is another message she sent me (as she wrote it), about when she gave
birth to a child in a cave.
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February 27th, ThorsDay at
sunset, 1997.
On my journey to the cave, I took with me a blue bird, two miniature goats, one was purchased for $25, and black, the other free and white, and a green eyed wolf, of which I had rejected three times, and again came back to me, all of which were to be set free.
The entire journey there was made with eyes closed.
There was a freak snow storm, of which provoked the radio dj to say, "the land is clothed in the purest of white, pure as the driven snow.
When I had gone to enter the womb of the earth, my eyes had opened for the first time on the journey, and on the rock four inches in front of my face, was a 3 inch scorpian with an out stretched tail. I had never seen one in such a position in my life.
The wolf is the mascot of the tribe of Benjamin, and represents the Alter. In this episode, it killed both the goats, of which where signs given me at crucial moments below.
In the bare nakedness, as in my innocent beginnings, I entered the womb of the earth.
I crawled about the space of a football field, on my hands and knees, in the pitch black, with nothing on but my skin and determination to sustain me, not knowing when, or if there would be a return, not sure in the least what to expect: crawling over crystal shardes that had dripped from the ceiling over the millenia, the sharp near glass like texture pressing against my flesh, testing my resolve as I crawl through the blackness, trying to avoid the many deep dark pits, sporatically spread throughout the cavern, ready to meet what ever destiny had instore, even if head on, in the deep pitch black of a pit, sure to have a bottom, but without guarante to be found.
I was prepared to fall in, to never be heard from again, for at least that would give me my answer that I was wrong, and full of crap, and could finish this endless nagging spiritual persuit to the answers of everything I was ever to find, to somehow complete a mission that I new began before the earth ever was, to acomplish what I did not yet know, and if I did not finish, I would not be able to live with myself, for not giving my all when I got the impressions to act.
In the pitch blackness, darker then any night above the earth, the only symblym of impressions that broke the stillness of the absolute pitch black, was the head of a lion, proturuding from the earthen wall, very fine in majestic detail.
On my journey to the cave, I took with me a blue bird, two miniature goats, one was purchased for $25, and black, the other free and white, and a green eyed wolf, of which I had rejected three times, and again came back to me, all of which were to be set free.
The entire journey there was made with eyes closed.
There was a freak snow storm, of which provoked the radio dj to say, "the land is clothed in the purest of white, pure as the driven snow.
When I had gone to enter the womb of the earth, my eyes had opened for the first time on the journey, and on the rock four inches in front of my face, was a 3 inch scorpian with an out stretched tail. I had never seen one in such a position in my life.
The wolf is the mascot of the tribe of Benjamin, and represents the Alter. In this episode, it killed both the goats, of which where signs given me at crucial moments below.
In the bare nakedness, as in my innocent beginnings, I entered the womb of the earth.
I crawled about the space of a football field, on my hands and knees, in the pitch black, with nothing on but my skin and determination to sustain me, not knowing when, or if there would be a return, not sure in the least what to expect: crawling over crystal shardes that had dripped from the ceiling over the millenia, the sharp near glass like texture pressing against my flesh, testing my resolve as I crawl through the blackness, trying to avoid the many deep dark pits, sporatically spread throughout the cavern, ready to meet what ever destiny had instore, even if head on, in the deep pitch black of a pit, sure to have a bottom, but without guarante to be found.
I was prepared to fall in, to never be heard from again, for at least that would give me my answer that I was wrong, and full of crap, and could finish this endless nagging spiritual persuit to the answers of everything I was ever to find, to somehow complete a mission that I new began before the earth ever was, to acomplish what I did not yet know, and if I did not finish, I would not be able to live with myself, for not giving my all when I got the impressions to act.
In the pitch blackness, darker then any night above the earth, the only symblym of impressions that broke the stillness of the absolute pitch black, was the head of a lion, proturuding from the earthen wall, very fine in majestic detail.
It was the only thing
percieveable, it was plain as could be, not bright, but like the faintest of
shadow, in the greatest of detail.
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Yes,
indeed. Sonyah was in a cave and the only thing she saw was the head of a lion
on the cave wall. This totally blew my mind. I then sent her my novel about
Grotto Mountain with a cave that included the head of a lion on the cave wall.
Sonyah
was a bit "impressed" when she read the book, but not surprised. I
had the feeling very little in the way of coincidence or synchronicity would
surprise her. However, the last page of the novel did indeed impress her -- she
actually found it to be profound. It was a rare occasion when I could impress
her instead of the other way around.
In
my book, the main character eventually becomes the main Guru of the sanctuary
in western Oregon. Sonyah told me about her plans to build a sanctuary in
western Oregon where she would be the main Guru.
By
the way, Grotto Mountain is simply a fictitious name I came up with. In
subsequent research, I learned that Mary Magdalene supposedly lived out her
life in a "grotto" in France -- another profound synchronicity with
Sonyah and THE ELEVENTH SAGE.
I
talked to Sonyah on the phone on one occasion when she had a pronounced
southern accent, like she was in a Tennessee Williams play. When I asked her
why the accent, she told me she was the Oracle of the Southern Cross and had
just been in a state of mind where she was had been communicating with the
divine spirit of the Southern Cross and it always puts her in a southern mood.
She
also told me once that she had been in contact with Native American tribal
elders and they proclaimed her to be the "red heifer" in Indian
prophecy.
She believed she was of the
Holy Grail bloodline of David & Solomon and had been manifested to bring
balance upon the earth.
My
relationship with this marvelous magical mystery tour went on for several
years. She was a muscular 6' 2," wore size 12 shoes and weighed about 200
pounds (after dropping some 200 pounds through special dieting). She was quite
striking with long flaming-red hair, prompting me to call her "Red
Sonyah."
She
believed she was an Amazon (in spirit) but that Amazon women were totally
misunderstood. She also claimed to be Nephilim.
So
many more stories to tell about her.
It
broke my heart to learn she died in January of 2011 -- an accident in a creek
or river near her new home, which happened to be south of Salem, Oregon, on
Fairview Highway.
Coincidently,
I live a few miles south of Salem, Arkansas, at the end of Fairview Road -- synchronicities
with Sonyah never seem to end.
In
all likelihood, Sonyah would have been classified as schizophrenic or bipolar
by today's psychologists and psychiatrists. But to me she was the real deal.
She believed everything she said and I tended to keep an open mind, wondering
if it could all actually be true after all.
Sonyah
was indeed a special soul -- her presence had a profound affect on my life and
I will miss her.
Rest
in Peace, dear friend.
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Quote for the Day -- "I am truly grateful for each and every
human being that desires a better day to live in, and works to make that
happen." SonYah Gustav
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Bret Burquest is the author of 9 books, including THE REALITY OF
THE ILLUSION OF REALITY, ORB OF WOUNDED SOULS and PATH TO FOURTH DENSITY (available
on Amazon). He lives in the Ozark Mountains with a dog named Buddy Lee and the
ghost of Red Sonyah.
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