The Prophecy/ End of Days

Unhooking from our hypnotic state

During my last session of meditation, I asked where or from whom I am receiving my information. I was brought back to my house in the territories and shown the mural titled :"The Guardian" (See photo album "Contact"). I smiled. They told me to always look for the beings of higher dimension and not for the lower one (the Anunnakis are from 4D, so they are much closer to us and thus resembled us in many ways. They have an incredible civilization (well, they built the pyramids!) but, as I already wrote, they also had many wars and had many divided factions amongst themselves. According to some authors, like Zacharia Sitchin, they also used nuclear weapons. These are not characteristics of the most "enlighted civilization" (at least not to my standard). We will have to be extremely careful as we will enter in contact with them (we can be impressed by their advanced technology but it does not mean that they are contacting us with the best intention in mind for us).

What I realized though is that what matter at this point is not the ability to get in touch with other beings of other dimensions or planets or whatever, but to free our mind. We are living in extremely exciting (perhaps scary ) times. If the magnetic waves that are bombarding the earth, right now, are increasing in intensity, they also give us the ability to raise our frequency (little bit like cacthing a big wave), break the pattern of thoughts we have been enslaved to for thousands of years (we never really left the land of Egypt) and create a total different world. So we have to change the tune that we have heard for so long, as a species and finally go beyond, to reach and claim all the possibilities that lay dormant in the human mind, which basically is gaining control of the hologram which creates the Universe (i.e. gaining the ability to travel to parallel wolds, and go beyond our limited concepts of time and space). This for me is more exciting than to "communicate" with Beings, though this ability arises naturally with the development of our mind. The beauty with this is that, as more of us "unhooked" from the present system of dichonomy we are living in, the stronger the wave of change becomes, and like fuel, it can ignite more of us.

It is possible that all the images I received and drawn, are not downloaded from other beings who put them in my mind at other times. It is possible that as I raise my frequency and enter the world of our collective unconscious, I get into contact with wavelenghts of certain frequencies and that my mind, somehow, translate these latter in readable formula, such as into the symbols that appear in my work. In any case, if the images are from our collective unconscious, they are extremely dark. These represent only energy. However, if they are not confronted and deal with, they will soon boil over and create havoc of unseen proportion (history repeat itself because we are continually playing the same tune over and over again, the only thing that changed is the technology with which we are conducting the wars, and this is very scary). So I can decide to live my life waiting for the Apocalypse to fall upon us, or take more or less a Zen approach to life, which means that there is only the present and thus everything exists in the now. So according to Zen, the future is in the present and thus, if I want to bring a different future, I have to bring this new vision right now into my life. Thousands of us need to work on that in order to give the slighest hope to this world. If we were to raise our frequency as a group, we are creating a form of protective shield around us which might help us to cross the portal (how this will happen remain to be seen). If the world on the other hand keeps going as it is, then we are still creating a better future than what is offered to us right now. There is a better alternative!

The first thing we have to do is to unhook ourselves from the "NET". Who control the NET is irrelevant for us at this point of time, but the constant pouring of negative images, we are receiving daily, keep re-enforcing (and perpetuating) "our idea" of the world as a violent place in which every one is in for themselves. We are creating what we see. Our vision of the world becomes the world we are living in. This is a kind of catch 22. This is one of the reasons I hesitated to put any of my work onto the web. The images speak of war, hatred, division... all the good stuff. On the other hand, many of us deny totally what is going on around us, and like an alcoholic who can not be cured before realizing that he has problems, we have to wake up from our "hypnotic state" and "smell the coffee". On the other hand, we have to create new images which speak of wholeness and integration, not division. We have to break the pattern, the NET, so we become free.

"And the woman said to the serpent, we may eat of the fruit of the trees of garden: but the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden god hath said; ye shall not eat it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die. And the serpent said into the woman, ye shall not surely die. For god doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil"(Gen.3:2-5). I believe that the tree of knowledge, we were not allowed to touch, is the Kabbalah tree. This passage leads to other questions: who is the being who wanted to help us? Who did try to hinder us?

Are we going to claim our right?  We can create this "Terra", or this Promised Land, or this Garden Of Eden...by becoming aware of the holographic nature of the Universe and learn to control and navigate it. There are beings who help us, and definitively others who do not.

Raising our frequency

I came a long way since I started this site. My background in art therapy allowed me to analyze my drawings, to see a connection amongst them and thus, to derive new meaning. Since the publication of the album "The Circus", I had time to pull back a bit and started reading. There are so many new belief systems out there, that it led me to a state of greater confusion than anything else. At the same time, I am brought to a still point which is sometimes necessary. It is a bit like following the cycles of the moon. There is a time for creation as represented by the full moon, as well as a time when one remains still, as in the new moon. The new moon represents a time for reflection when chaos pulls itself together again, before shedding new light and a new understanding.

There is a wide belief 'out there', in the so-called "Rapture". At first, I thought that this myth was part of a none-sensical belief system. Many people await the "Coming of the Messiah" at the End of Days: a time when the Chosen ones will be literally lift up from this world before its total annihilation.  For instance, Christian fundamentalists believe in the Coming back of Jesus Christ, who will lift up the true believers into Heaven before (or during) the Apocalypse. The Jews are also awaiting the coming of their Messiah, who, according to them, will come after the construction of their third Temple (this Temple needs to be built just above the Dome of the Rock, which is believed to stand above the ruins of the 2nd Temple). This means that many fundamentalist Jews believe that the Dome of the Rock needs to be eradicated before the third Temple is built. (Imagine just for a few minutes, what kind of answer from the Muslim world the destruction of their Third Holiest Place, would bring about). On the other side of the scale, some UFOs believers think that some huge spaceship would lift some of us to transport us to a new world free, before (or again during) the apocalypse. How about hitchiking a ride with strangers? There is no way back.

What bothers me about all of these belief systems is that salvation comes from an outside source, and thus I do not believe in any one of them. I dislike any system of believe which is waiting for a Savior "out there" which will lift us up from our troubles (which we have created in the first place) instead than a system which will point us as the creators of a new and better world (this does not mean that we do not receive any help but it means that we have to take full responsability for the creation of this new potential world wherever it will be). Sorry, there is a lot of work ahead. Nobody is there to save us.

It occurred to me that if I believe that other myths have at least psychological values and meanings, there must be something to The Myth of The Rapture. Right now, there is a huge change happening to this world. Many of us can feel it or see it by the increase of chaos and division we are experiencing in this world. We are coming to the end of an era which is portrayed as approaching the end of the Mayan calender. Wheter that change will be positive or negative remains to be seen. The coming of the end of the Mayan Calender brings about a change of earth frequencies. The frequency waves bombarding the earth, are increasing in forces, creating unprecedented chances for growth or total chaos (this I believe strongly, because of the increased force of energy I am feeling during my meditations). There is a choice to be made: are we going to increase the distance between us and our spiritual heritage by increasing our sense of division and duality, or are we going to choose to go beyond this false dichotomy and see the world with new and different eyes, becoming finally aware of the unity amongst us : "Schma Israel, Adonai, Elohenu, Adonai Echad" ("Listen, Israel, Adonai, Elohenu, Adonai, your God is ONE"). "What was the crime that Israel had committed, which will bring about its destruction?", I asked on the walls of my former house in the territories. It surely could not be the giving back of the land. Was it, perhaps, the division Jewish Nation felt amongst themselves, a microscopic representation of this world in general?

The lifting first needs to be created on the psychological level. This in turn will affect our 3 dimensional space, first in our own body and then in the world around us. Whether this will lead us to a total change of space such as in a new Terra (another world similar to this one existing in a parallel Universe), or in a better world in the here and now, only time will tell. Again, some people believe that only a few chosen ones will end up on this new Terra, as this world will go through total destruction. Again, amongst different belief systems, in the UFOs category, the fate of this world varies. Some believe that this world is a major area of conflict amongst different species of ETs; a very expensive piece of real estate due to its location and important portals toward different worlds; others believe that the earth could become a toxic dump for other ET's races who do not know what to do with their nuclear waste; others believe that some ETs races intend to enslave us: hence all of them have a stake to the earth and want to conquer it. According to these beliefs, many of us are already controlled by some form of magnetic and electric wavelenghts (called the "NET" which disturbs our own magnetic field, intensifying our own division and creating the state of chaos we are living in right now). All of this created by some race of ETs. OUF...I am sure that there is more. What disturbs me, I have to admit, is that from a very early stage, I noticed that my drawings seem to convey images of beings standing at the background and controlling the people (making them believe in the righteousness of religious wars, for example). However, we do not have to go so far as Aliens to know that most of our society is controlled by the class of Elites (whom we do not see), and by our media. Most people proud themselves of thinking independantly; so why is it that most of us think the same way?

So who is "The Magician" (the last drawing published in the album "The Circus")?  Who hypnotizes us so that we all become caught into the net and its the madness (portrayed in "Crazy Clown", see the album "The Circus"). Does it really represent ETs trying to control and hypnotize us to make us believe in the state of dualism as to perpetuate and increase the conflict and the wars on this planet? However, as I already said, the Magician could also represent the psychological control of the masses by the Elites and the Media. In any case, it represents a state of madness and unconsciousness from which (as representing by the NET in many of my drawings) most of us are caught into. Thus, the most important question, at this time, is not who is the Magician, but how can we free ourselves from the NET? We can only break from this state of illusion and this net (Buddhism and Hinduism speak of a state of illusion which is called Maya, and which is represented by a spider web) by raising our level of frequency, from a 3D frequency to a 4D frequency. This can lead us beyond our present state of duality to a more wholistic state and one of greater creativity. When it comes to the end of the Maya calender (which has been calculated around 2012, then again I am left, at this point, in the dark). Changes are happening now. Yes. There is and will be an increase in the magnetic field of the earth wich can help many of us to make a huge leap in our evolution. How this change will be actualized and exactly at what time is harder to define. My problem with specific dates is that many of us can become nihilistic in the process i.e. we can work on ourselves but what is the point to strive for any social changes if the earth is destroyed in the next few years? See what I mean? The fact is that we do not know when and how this change will happen and exactly where it is leading us. I am sure that all these "contactees" feel that they receive true knowledge. Meanwhile many systems of beliefs are in juxtaposition with one another. Who is telling the truth?

One thing is certain is that all my drawing speaks of our Collective unconscious. They are telling us how divided we have become, and thus we have to move beyond that state if we want to create any kind of a better world (this one, or Terra or whatever) and perhaps avoid its total destruction. In any case, as I see it, the whole point to come into this world is to evolve as spiritual beings. So as we begin to work on ourselves, end of the world or not, we are still going to come out as winner. So I am back at the same point of understanding, like a circle, which means we got to grow. And there is definitively an urgency to the message....

The Kibbutz where I lived for 2 years in Israel was hit by one of the most powerful rockets they have received so far. No human injuries (though a few cases of post traumatic stress disorder syndromes and 10 cows were killed-- the rocket felt on the farm).

"How can I move beyond the state of dualism and hatred, when the shadows of my enemies stand at my door, ready to destroy me?"

Meanwhile, I believe that we soon will enter into contact with the Annunakis. I keep hearing during my meditation: "We are the great Anunnakis". When I hear these words, I feel such power and strenght coming into my beings. It feels like a great and incredible civilization is coming through, but also a proud one. Do I believe in all of these voices and images I am receiving? Well, I take everything with a grain of salt till further knowledge is brought down. What would make my vision more real than another one? In addition, reading about the Anunnakis from the Sumerians texts do not make me feel really good. They had warriors camps and factions.  If they have created us, as claimed by some authors, and help to create life on this planet, well, then they also feel that they have a stake on this world. Can we really trust them?

In my meditation sessions, I am also led to believe that I am in contact with the Guardians (they appear sometimes, symbolically, as dogs in my drawings (like guard dogs, therapy dogs, dogs for the blind... our best friends). I believe that ultimately these beings are only a source of pure energy. They are simply sending me information in form of symbollic holograms which I can relate to. They are telling me that they are from the Emerald order (sometimes my solar plexus get filled with a green/emerald color; then the strenght and sense of purpose arising in me during these times increase by many folds). Never, during any meditation, did I receive negative or scary images, or I would have stopped. I am always filled with compassion, sense of beauty and light. I believe that the images I am drawing, are being downloaded during my sleep (many times, I wake up at the end of a discussion: I can hear the last sentences or words but only see darkness) or perhaps during my meditation (in which I see images but they come as quick and undefined flashes). I am not aware of any of the images (i.e.my drawings) till I put them onto paper. There was one time however, before the evacuation, when I saw the world under very dark eyes. This strange period followed the week of Holocaust and Memorial day in Israel. Very depressing time. During two to three months after these "Holidays", I saw humanity in a cold and chilling vision. The vision was dark, black and devoided of any feeling apart from one of total contempt and disgust. The eyes, with which I saw as in a black hole, despised humanity. This vision came with only one question. What was our excuse? The eyes were showing me what we have done to this world: the havoc toward all the other species and toward ourselves. They were the cold eyes of scientists who had integrated a new foreign species into an ecological system, which ultimately was leading to a total destruction of the very same system. This species needed to be brought back into balance or totally annihilated. At least that what it felt. The worst is that I had nothing to tell "them", apart from showing them the love I had for my children and their innocence. They remained silent. It did not feel like a great excuse in comparison to what we had done. Is this a true vision, or does it simply arise from our collective unconscious? Are we really prey to some races of ETs, or are we going to be our own destroyers, without the need of any outside source? All I am certain of, at this point in time, is that we have to raise our frequency level if we are to hope for a better world. This is our only way out.

Holograms

"They put images into my head. The world is blowing up. My son is dead. Why do I have to die Dad?" These words are taken from the movie "Communion" (Director Philippe Mora, 1989). The experiences and images described by the actor Christopher Walken, are strangely similar to many of my drawings. I came to believe that the images I draw are somehow downloaded from my memory. Somehow, the originators of these images hide their identities behind these images. They speak to us symbolically. The album "The Circus" reveals more of that message, and also of the strange similarities between this movie (Communion), and my own drawings. Again, I saw the movie about a year after I left Israel. These drawings were done prior seeing the movie.

Latest news

I published my last drawing in the album titled: the Portal. I do not draw too often. Many drawings after the evacuation were so negative that I did not want to see them every day. I did not care to explore too much this phenomenon (how many pictures of the apocalypse can we see before becoming depressed or nihilistic?). On the other hand, once in a while, by pure curiosity, or at times when the energy becomes too unsettled inside of me, I do a drawing. The last one called the "Alliance", brought me new understanding. Actually, by doing this website, new understanding seems to come. I am excited but at the same time I feel suspended in a field of unbelief.

Red Sun was created shortly after the evacuation. I did not know it at the time, but the term the Israelis were using to warn of a coming Kazzam was "Sharor Adom", which meant red dawn. During that period, I was also taken by the strange desire to draw a specific symbol, which we can see on the throat of the figure. I realized later that the symbol was strangely similar to the Sumerian emblem of the four regions (see  Zecharia Sitchin in "The Wars of Gods and Men"). Can you see the small figure on top (3 circles form the  head, as if the figure wears a gaz mask). Behind it are torches of  fire. This small figure seems to have black wings, as the wings of a bat. This drawing was done only with ink. I recall hating the whole process not knowing where my erratic hands were leading me.

The transmitter (sketch in black and white) took about 2 minutes to do. We can see a flying object coming down as to open the eye of a labyrinth. From the mouth of the figure, we can see pages being released. The eye on the labyrinth coulsd also be the ear, if we were to look at the picture in a lateral way. There is a form of transmission going from the UFOs,  to the eye (or ear),  the mouth, and what appeared to be (on the right side) a pen or a transmitter sending waves...as in a radio station.

The room of Hope

After, I finished the murals in the hallway, I only had one question: are there any vision of Hope? The answer was written in a different room which I called 'The Room of Hope' (published in the album annexed to this post).                   

I called the drawing annexed to this post 'The Shofar' because it gives the impression of a face, with bull's horns, blowing a shofar. The shofar was a kind of trumpet used by the Israelites, as well as by the Egyptians (4 silver military trumpets were discovered in Tutankhamun's tomb) to signal movements in battles. The Israelites used the shofar for calling the Assembly before God as well. In the center of the horns, we can see something which is similar to grenade, or perhaps a missile, which seems ready to be launched. My husband sees a spider weaving its web everywhere. If we invert the image, it looks like a being standing in a window, or riding a vehicle. Can you see its golden eyes staring?

Contact

I had never been interested in UFOS. Slowly, through the the drawings, I was led to accept their presence. Contact with them is possible. The kabbala meditation techniques I was practicing led me to that conclusion. Actually, the kabbala  tree is a map which can lead us to that aim. The Anunnakis, as we called them in the Sumerian texts, are warning us of a coming nuclear war. There is hope, a way out. Very small. If we hear their call. The next album to view, if one wants to follow a certain continuity, is called Contact.

Contact

• I just published the second part of the album called the Evacuation/Prophecy II. This nearly completes the first part of the series of the drawings done in my hallway. Three more drawings need to be shown. These later led me to believe that I was in contact with a life form from another dimension. Then, we have the room of hope... a very small flame but nonetheless there.
• The dream of Joseph was done after the evacuation. The face of a woman is partly hidden behind a veil. She sees something ahead reflecting into the cockpit of an airplane (or spaceship?). There are 3 stars. They could also represent the 3 major explosions the prophecy is warning us against. There is also a 4th element in the drawing which appears very threatening. It looks like a crack in the window itself ( what would happen to a spaceship with such a problem?). The crack could also be seen as an insect such as a Praying Mantis. A light (or flashlight) seems connected to the woman's third eye. The light it sheds is divided in two parts, creating an opening as for a rainbow. My daughter told me it looks like a bridge. On the left, 2 eyes or two unknown beings appear. They seem to hold something which looks like a missile. It is pointing at the 3 stars (explosions) or at the bridge, I am not sure which one.

It did not take too long before the Eye of Horus (another Egyptian archetype showing regularly in my drawings) transformed into something, which looked like UFOS. This to me was very disturbing especially that I had never hold any interest in the subject matter. In the back of this drawing, I wrote:

                                           What torn in the fabric of time

                                           What tear in the Unified field

                                           Will make even the gods intervene?

After the Invasion

My son was fine. However, a young woman was killed on that bloody Saturday. She was just jogging. No arm, no gun, a real threat to these people. She was 20 years old. The two paramedics, who came to rescue her got shot, lost their lives as well. Then, one of the soldiers who came to defend us. Four deaths at the gate of my small village. A few stones were piled up at the sight of the bloodshed to commemorate the day and the victims of a war of hatred. Simple and deep seated hatred. It was then that I realized that nothing could be done with the Muslims fundamentalists. They swore the end of Israel. They will not stop till the last Jew is killed in Israel. It was not only a religious and political conflict, but also a question of pride. These extremists could not accept that the Jews would give them back the land on a silver platter. They had to regain their pride in the process. This meant to kill as many Jews as possible, which also meant, to their disturbed minds, a sure path to heaven.

This mentality is so foreign to the West that we can not even come close to comprehend it. Therefore, it is pointless to attribute our system of values when it comes to deal with them. (We have to understand their own set of values so we can fight them on their own ground.) That was the reason for the increase of Kazams (bombs) showered upon us, after Sharon spoke of giving back the territories. (It seems that the West have forgotten, too easily, that it was they, who attacked us, first. The territories were meant as protection for the Jewish nation. Who in their right mind would fight an enemy who swore the total annihilation of your nation, and upon victory, would send its fallen enemy with only a slap on the hands? Meanwhile, the international community keeps pushing Israel into a corner on this issue. Today all the border of the Southern part of Israel is constantly under fire. Our own village is used as a launching point, The settlers knew this because we dealt with them on a daily basis. The rest of Israel was under denial.

The Muslims extremists needed to feel that we were running away from them, to recover that irrational pride which is one of their main values (well, maybe not only them...). However, by that time I refused to run and decided to stay till the end. So I slept, every night, with a M-16 on my side. Many times, I was awaken by the sound of the dogs barking in my yard. Adrenaline was rushing through my body. Breathing the fear of the night, listening intently as to hear if other Muslims extremists got onto the village to slash my throat and the one of my children. And then, go on dancing and celebrating. How can we celebrate the death of children?

One prayer: God let me know in advance if anything is going to happen. If anyone of us is in danger, let me know so I can protect my family.

I dreamed of a hawk flying above the dunes, surveying the land. The last image, I received at dawn, just before I woke up, was of the bird standing on the fence behind my house. Watching. The sun sparkled of orange hues spread its color over the sand dunes, creating a magnificent carpet of deep orange and golden hues. I knew deep down that the feeling of security, I derived from that recurrent dream was probably only an illusion. However, it allowed me to sleep more peacefully. So I welcomed the image.

Another dream, I received a few days after the invasion. I dreamed of a giant statue of a Goddess. She was 3 to 4 meters tall and made of red earth. She was extremely massive and strong. She was laying down on the sand by my left side. All the sudden, I saw her rising and walking toward Gaza. As she walked, I could hear the earth shaking under her feet. She got to the line of grey buildings rising at the horizon against the Mediterranean sky: this was Gaza. (I could see the buildings from my house and could hear the Call to Prayer every night, which sent goose bumps into my spine). As she got near the buildings, she rose her hand above them. In my anger, at the Palestinians, I thought that she would smash them. Instead a golden stardust came from her hand to spread onto the people. They too were her children, I heard. It was a dream, which kept reminding me to be careful not to generalize, and not to allow hatred to enter into my heart, even in the face of my enemies.

One night, while I was sitting in my living room, I heard a deep resonant voice coming from the depth of my being. It was loud, deep and insistent. I knew that this was different from the small inner voice one might hear at times. Some of us call it our consciousness. This voice was different. It felt deep and had a more masculine resonance. So I hurries to write down the words it was dictating:                                                                                                                                                   

                                                      When the sword of Israel

                                                      Meets the moon

                                                      Light will pour out from the land of Egypt

                                                      The Sphinx riddle will be resolved

                                                      The locks on the doors of the pyramids

                                                      Will be opened --

                                                      And their secrets will be revealed.

I read the poem. It did not make any sense. I had no interest in Egypt. I was living in Israel for the last four years, and with the constant acts of terrorism happening in the country, I had enough. I stayed away from any other countries who could harbor Muslims fundamentalists. So I raised my shoulders and put the poem aside. Shortly, after receiving this poem, I started drawings. In each of these drawing pyramids appeared. Even at one point my son asked me: "what are these pyramids about?" "I do not know. I just feel to draw them", I answered. The first drawing depicted a hawk settling onto the top of a pyramid.

For the following months, I kept drawing. Archetypes of ancient Egypt kept showing into the drawings, such as the goddess Isis, or the god Thoth. I was aware that the images were coming to me during my meditation, like flashes so quickly that I did not even pay attention to them. However, they were coming out in the drawings The whole thing puzzled me. I had never studied ancient Egypt. So why were these archetypes showing up?

I let it be. I had done art therapy for a few years, long before, after the loss of one of my children. I knew that the creative process was healthy, so I went along. But it took another 6 months before I started to put some of the pieces together, and began to understand the meaning of these drawings.

During the evacuation, my village had decided to sit, as long as it could i.e. till the army removed us forcibly but peacefully. My family and I decided to stay to protest against the government; the exchange offered to us, by the government, was a bad joke. The government offered us land sitting on highways or on the side of railroads tracks. It was ugly. The money offered as exchange, was so little that we could not afford buying another house in Israel, unless we decided to pay high mortgage, which was nearly impossible for us to afford at the time. In addition, I knew that no peace would derive from the process, so why should we leave? So on the last 10 days of our stay (we remained another 3 weeks on the land, before the army stormed the village), I told my kids: "How many times are we going to be able, in our lives, to draw on our walls, and create as many drawings and murals as we would like? So we picked up markers and paint and decided to have fun (well we were cut off from electricity and phone lines so I had to keep the kids busy!). As I was waiting for my children, one hot and humid afternoon to start the project (the children were outside playing and seemed not in a hurry to come in), I felt this incredible surge of energy rising in my solar plexus, a bit  like the butterflies one might feel in a state of great excitement. No longer able to resist, I stood up and started drawing- and I did not stop till the last day of our stay. At times, I woke up in the middle of the night, and kept going. I could not stop. Each drawing was succeeded by another one, and then another, like pearls one add to another to create a necklace. At first, I had no idea what I was doing. However, it did not take too long before I realized that all the drawings were connected somehow. A story was being drawn onto my walls. In two specific drawings in particular, my arm started to move on its own. It moved so quickly, designing sharp lines in all directions. Again, I had no idea what I was doing. I was watching my hand, moving on its own at an incredible speed. I knew I could stop it anytime, but decided to remove myself from the process and let it be. It was almost funny. What resulted from these two specific drawings was simply amazing. I knew I could not have done them on my own. I did not have the skill to draw such sketches or murals, and surely not at the speed that they had been done. Another amazing thing happened during the process. I also started to receive, right from the start, words which accompanied the drawings. The words came as a riddle, like the previous poem I had received perhaps 6 months earlier. I knew by the 5th day of the process, that what I was going to finish the project on the last day of our stay, and I did. By the 10th day, I was totally amazed, confused, and was not sure if I had not turned mad. It took me more than 2 years to recover: a message had been written and drawn onto my walls: a warning, dark and terrifying about what was to come. It scared the hell out of me. What was the Source I had connected too? Till then, I never hold an Apocalyptic mentality. I knew many of the religious spoke of the giving back of the territories as the destruction of the 3rd Temple, which forewarned of the end of days. But I never considered such folly as part of reality. It was ridiculous. So what was it? Did I connect to the Collective Unconscious of these religious people and express through my drawings, their despair at the evacuation? Or was it something else? The message was urgent, gloomy and terrifying. The albums titled, The Evacuation/The Prophecy: 1 and 2 tell the story of what happened during these amazing 10 days. It simply changed my life.

                                                                                                 

       

                                       

                                                                                    

                                     

                                     

                                     

Bloody Sabbath

Native American tribes believed that shaman could access different realms to retrieve knowledge for the benefit of an individual or the tribe. Means used by the shaman, to access these worlds varied greatly, such as in the use of dance and drumming, sweat lodges, drugs, intense physical and psychological trials, or different meditative techniques. Sometimes, a shaman was chosen after having lived through an intense and difficult experience, in which he had seen the face of death as during an intense fever or a grave sickness. In any case, many of these techniques brought the shaman close to a breaking point. At that moment, his ego, no longer able to resist, was forced to open up to the power of the subconscious. The shaman claimed that he received knowledge form Beings of other dimensions (today modern psychology calls these beings: archetypes of the subconscious). The shaman pointed to the path an individual or a tribe was following, the consequences of remaining onto that path, and alternatives if changes needed to be implemented. The shamans were the healers of their people.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning. I received a phone call: "Everyone has to remain inside. Close the shutters. Remain quiet. Four terrorists have invaded the area." The message rang from one house to another, spreading like wild fire. The men, always prepared to fight, were already running into the streets. I wanted to scream but could not: my son, 10 years old, had just left the house and I had no way to reach him. I felt paralyzed. I prayed with all the cells of my body, shaken. In that moment, something happen to me, in that ineffable moment of truth, when the mere knowledge of what could happen dawned on me. The face of terror knocked at my door and I was totally helpless.

The Call

I lived in the territories, on the line between Israel and Gaza, for 2 years. I went through the evacuation of august 2005. Then, my family, part of our community and I remained in tents for another period of 8 months till a better agreement between the government and us was reached. The next pages do not tell my story, as interesting as it is. But it is the story of images and drawings which started to arise during that period of tribulations. It was during the period of evacuation (we were waiting for the army to remove us) that I started to draw  these images on my walls. What came out was a total unbelievable story. That story is still unfolding today. It changed my whole beliefs system. We are not alone. Beings from other dimensions are telling us that something terrible is coming. Something horrendous. However, amongst the apocalyptic message also lies a message of hope. The first images that arose are published in the album called The Evacuation/The Prophecy.