M Y S T O R Y
Aire, The Chariot +
The True Self
It takes a lot of effort to remember who you are.
My earliest childhood memory I have always called the ‘White Egg Circuitry Board’.
At some point growing up I forgot about it completely.
After quitting my life in the city, I moved to the forest near the west coast beaches of Auckland, New Zealand to pursue
Ayurvedic Lifestyle Management at the age of 29. In this time I learned some mantras and the combination
of nature and study of the old ways spontaneously revived my forgotten memories.
Imagine an expanse so vast you cannot perceive the edges.
All white, smooth and soft like the shell of an egg.
Peaceful. Womb like. Light and protected. Silent.
Then, imagine the exact opposite.
A green chaotic frenzy of energy.
Watching it from above,
it looks like some type of circuitry board.
Alive. Messy. Not peaceful.
I flash between the two states of perception.
White egg | Circuitry board | White egg | Circuitry board
Like a binary switch flipping on and off.
Duality.
That is my first memory.
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Over the years I remembered, then forgot, then remembered again.
Eventually as I learned about alchemy, I wondered, was this my memory of leaving the
Cosmic Egg of Creation to enter into the frenzied realm of earthly human existence?
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After completing my degree in traditional Chinese medicine + diploma in TaiQi + Qigong, I wandered around the world attending conferences in Beijing + Ibiza, shadowing doctors in hospitals throughout China, experiencing sound healing in Glastonbury
and BioResonance in Peru while simultaneously practicing telepathy with a neuroscientist I had met during my travels. ​
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With a natural born inclination towards all things supernatural, my experiences revolve around things like missing time,
UFO sightings, telepathy + telekinesis, predictive dreams, clairvoyance, clairaudience, electromagnetic disturbances,
past life memories, memories of arriving to earth and the general ability to perceive the invisible realms since birth.
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When I returned to New Zealand I lived in a caravan and became a gardener on my friends land.
With my hands in the earth every day, in some way, I connected into what I call the 'real internet'.
My study of electromagnetics since experiencing BioResonance healing plus daily meditation blossomed into
two weeks of being taught physics by mother nature interpreted through dream time delivered by the All Seeing Eye.
I felt as if I understood everything.
My Walter Russel period ;)
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One year on I took a break from clinical life as an acupuncturist to follow the message that I should go to Ireland.
I had been given the inspiration to go there as soon as I returned from my world travels by the
Green Man who appeared one night right after I spontaneously broke into an Irish accent. ​
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'Out of the ether of the particles of light, near the off white wall on the west side of the house, a face emerged from the nothing.
The face of some kind of sprite. A long pointed face, with pointy ears and slanted eyes, coloured in shades of green and darker green,
half shrouded inside night. A face with no body, he peeked through from his world into mine. Peering at me as if he had stuck just
his head into a barrel of liquid seeing me through Space and Time on the other side of the divide. No words, just a stare, from
an other worldly green man, it was clear. I have to go to Ireland. The mother land of my mothers’ mother to see what was there.'
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- Alchemical Laboratory | Anaya Science Witch
In the time preceding my trip to Ireland I had just discovered the work of Conor MacDari in his book 'Irish Wisdom Preserved in Bible and Pyramids'. I listened to the audio book intensely every day, feeling it's truth vibration while
not truly comprehending the depth of what the author was saying. In this time I also came across a curious
interview on Equality Cork with Gerad Banks saying that the Irish spoken language was strikingly
similar to that of the New Zealand Maori. This interested me greatly as I just signed on to
study with some Maori Wisdom Keepers upon my return from Ireland.
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Strange and old ways were magically connecting for me
After traveling around Ireland for seventeen days in 2016 and arriving home to New Zealand wondering just what was the point of that expedition, I saw it laid out on my bedroom wall. It had been there hiding in plain sight the entire time.
Curiously I had placed the map of Ireland right next door to a Daoist artwork called the Nei Jing Tu, a metaphysical painting of the human body used by the adept to inspire the imagination while performing Inner Alchemy.
This painting known as the Inner Weaving happens to look like an island facing west.
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I noticed how similar the two shapes were and thought that if overlaid, they would have certain matching features.
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Then I realised that my trajectory around Ireland (an island that looks like a human body facing west)
followed the pathway of the Micro Cosmic Orbit qigong exercise - the unification
of the sun + moon or masculine + feminine polarities within the human body.
Seven years later while living in Bali, I decided to investigate my theory and it turned into
a book so large that I had to split it into four parts and the investigation took over my life.
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The work that began as a theory to examine the match ups between Ireland and the Nei Jing Tu Inner Weaving ended up revealing the Raising of the Christ Oil practice while also uncovering some hidden history regarding
the Bible, it's Irish origins and the evidence of the Magian priests preserved in the teachings of the east.
I self published the first three BOOKS to my website within one year.
After that I created an ONLINE COURSE teaching the basics of Raising the Christ Oil.
I also explained the Irish meaning of Jesus Christ or Iosa Chriost through a Daoist philosophical
lens 'proving' that Jesus is the human body + therefore cannot be an external historical persona.
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Within 24 hours of publishing that information, my already strange life had the volume
turned up in the weirdness department and it has never been the same since.
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The events that happened over the course of two and a half years are too numerous to describe and without
context are pointless to explain, but to summarise, I was left unable to live my life in the direction I was aiming.
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My work lost it's momentum and it's trajectory took a nose dive.
I disappeared as Fate decided my life path in that moment of time.
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Out the other side of the most intense emotional + psychological experiences that broke
me to the point of losing myself, lessons have been learned and wisdom's have been acquired.
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To Know Oneself is to Lose Oneself
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To realise that you are 'completely gone' and then have to resurrect oneself from the ashes of the
death of the 'persona' was a journey in my experience that brought me face to face with my 'Shadow'
and some very strange and terrible events took place for me to learn about what I was suppressing.
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As I discovered the world of Carl Jung, my life finally began to make some sense.
The 'Empathic Snap' that I experienced was the explosive conception of my 'True Self'
- the unification of polarity within me at the level of the psyche. The meeting between the person
I pretended to be for other people all my life and the version of me that I tried to hide.
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The fake me had to 'die' and it was not a comfortable experience.
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The Alchemical Marriage within is a real and visceral transformation on the path of becoming the Iosa Chriost
and it not a path of love + light and fuzzy kittens. It is pitch black and historically traumatised. In my experience
that darkness had to be alchemised through every single cell of my body for my True Self to be realised.
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I followed the signs Aire showed to me + synchronised my fractal piece of the Garden of Eden called my human vessel or Iosa Chriost with the larger holographic blueprint called Ireland as the moon entered my sign every month as I rode The Chariot around the zodiac Wheel of Time while focusing on the energy flow inside my brain + spine as the microcosmic experience.
I had no idea how challenging this amplified ride towards knowledge would become in all directions all at once, taking
over my life and at certain points, threatening it. This journey has not been easy or pretty but it has been enlightening.
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May what I share assist you on this path if you choose to take up this formidable task.
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So, without further ado, I welcome you to​
The Unteachable Teaching of
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The Chariot
Try not to crash it.
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