Nefer Kari ushered in the Age of the Psychopomp on August 22, 1984, when I breathed her soul into her newborn body. That was the beginning of a new age of an Old Order, and when I announced the Age of the Psychopomp the following day, I only knew that drastic changes were coming. Likewise when I told Sabrina that she would announce the Twilight of Christianity after she became High Priestess, in 1986, I had no idea as to how that would come about. Nor did I know that when I conducted that first soul to a new life, that she and the souls that would follow would have to wait so long.
But still the Age of the Psychopomp is the age of the Great High Priestesses and what follows is for the Priestesses.
Nefer Kari was the first soul I conducted to a new life, and while my soul had been with the Great High Priestesses as they conducted the souls to the Real of Souls, and I had gone with the Priestesses twice when they conducted souls to new life, I was not prepared for return of Nefer Kari
The Great High Priestess of Europe told me that the Way of Spirits would be only vaguely similar to what I had experienced so far, and that she would be with my body to protect it when I took the soul into me, and released it into the girl who would be taking her first breaths.
Traversing the Way was not as easy as it had been with the Priestesses, and it got more difficult as my perception became less clear. After what seemed an eternity in the place where there is no time, I found myself unable to go any further. It was as though I had come to a massive impenetrable barrier which I did not understand. My soul became quiet and without thought or intention. Then as my soul surrounded itself with the harmony of this part of the Way, a brilliant Form emerged from the formless barrier.
There is no light of the Way, but there is discernable contrasts, which can only be described as ranging from dark to brilliant, yet with all being the same, and one would go mad trying to understand this. I did not need to understand, my Soul simply accepted it. The Form that emerged became that of the Spirit of the Soul of a woman, but not just any woman, nor like those of the priestesses I had perceived when I had followed the High Priestesses as they returned souls to a new life. This was a Great High Priestess, and as my Soul struggled to comprehend, her previous life opened to me and I knew she had been born in obscurity and poverty, and as a very young girl had made a perilous journey alone over hot desert sands to arrive at a temple of The Goddess at a time when her country had been invaded by foreigners. There she became The Great High Priestess, and it was there in her temple that the foreigners torture, and murdered her 3,600 years ago; and my Soul felt her pain and anguish, and the relief that death had eventually brought.
The High Prestresses had each warned me repeatedly not to let my Soul experience emotion. But emotion was beyond my control and I experienced an admiration that bordered on what I can only equate to the love a patriot has for his country. I turned, but my perception was on her, and she did not move. I focused my perception on her and she began moving her arms in ways that I did not understand. I had not expected this, nor did I understand it, until I realized she wanted me to mimic her, and when, for lack of better words, she was satisfied that I could mimic her, she moved toward me, and my Soul trembled as her Soul again touched mine. This had not happened with the Priestesses, as they conducted souls who only followed them until just before their souls were breathed into their newborn bodies.
Nor did this Great High Priestess follow me. Rather she was by my side as we traversed the Way until we came to a woman who was already in the process of giving birth. This was different from what I had observed with the birth of the two Priestesses, as I could see the form of the mother.
For the first time, I felt in control as I drew the Spirit of her Soul into my Soul, and I don't know whether I held onto her Soul, not wanting to let go of, what I can only describe as a feeling of her greatness and the torment of her torture and death, or whether she held on to me and force me to feel the torture she had once endured. But whatever it was, I could not release her Soul until after the newborn girl began her second breath, and as she passed through me I sensed the echo of her Soul's silent scream of bewilderment and shock at uniting with her body, and I felt it tear at the thread that bound my soul to my body. My perception was gone. My thoughts were gone, and I was devoid of consciousness and perception, until the vibration of the Way opened me to the horrifying perception of her soul fading into the reconditeness of mortality. I was so bewildered and disoriented, and my Soul so racked by what was happening that I returned directly to my body, without the Way, and found myself sitting upright, gasping for air and thrashing in convulsions with all three High Priestesses hold me, trying to control my body.
It was some time before I was able to hear The Great High Priestess of Europe, the Mother of my Soul, calmly tell me to return to the Way and our Vortex, where we had gone together, physically, in 1976. Once there, it took several hours before my Soul was calm enough to return to my body, which was then being quietly held by my Great High Priestess.
She told me that no Priestess in memory had stayed on the Way for more than ten minutes while returning a single Soul to life, but that I had been gone 40 minutes, and that I had began to tremble and convulse 10 minutes after I went. The convulsions had lasted just over a minute, and then I trembled slightly until the last 10 minutes when I began to have violent convulsions, and would stop breathing for as long as two minutes at a time before I returned to my body.
When I showed the Priestesses the gestures the Great Soul and made, The Great High Priestess wrote down these Egyptian Glyphs, , and explained that they mean, literally, beautiful great shrine. But that there was far more. Nefer (beautiful and great, the esophagus and heart) and Ka (soul) with RI (the mouth, as the sound "r" and the reed, as the sound "i" which is a short "e") is the breath taken in with the Ka as a reborn great female soul. This would be the same as a double Ka for a man, and it is different from Ankh, which is the breath of life that breaths a spirit into the body to create a Ka/soul, and which is also the symbol for the instrument that holds the Ka in death, until the Ka can be conducted to a Realm of Souls. The last symbol is a throne which denotes a shrine, or in this case the seat upon which the Priestess performs her rituals. In ancient Egypt her third rebirth would have made her written name Nefer NeferKari, Thrice Great Kari Priestess. But she may have been a Thrice Great Kari Priestess in her former life. NeferKari was also her Title, as well as her name, or rather how she was called, and it is the Title for what is to be a new Order of the Kari Priestesses.
Knowing that I and brought an Egyptian Great High Priestess into this world was both exciting and disturbing, as I knew that her soul was destined be a stranger in a hostile land in which her destiny was to again rise from obscurity and become The Great High Priestess of a new Order. But unlike like Egypt of 3,600 years ago, where priestesses were revered, I had thrust this NeferKari into a world of loathing of The Goddesses and an even greater loathing of sex, where the choices she made would determine her destiny.
But knowing ones destiny is far more frustrating than making choices about which one has no idea as to the outcome. In 1997 the rituals of The Goddesses were suspended and I was given to know that the rituals would not be renewed until after the world feared and loathed Isis. I thought that was the Egyptian Goddess Aset, whom the Greeks called Isis. But I did not realize at the time that it was given in opposition to Aset, and it was not until 2014 that ISIS, the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria, rose to power. But there was more. The last High Priestess in Western Europe had to die, which was on December 15, 2015 and all Priestesses had to leave western Europe and Turkey, which was by mid December 2016. But still no Great High Priestess has yet established a new Order for the rituals.
That is the destiny of the Nefer Kari Priestesses, for, unlike the other priestesses I have returned to new lives in the past 32 years, the destiny of the Nefer Kari Priestess is to be a Psychopomp; and their destinies are determined by the choices they make. One of which is in marriage. That is because, it is the destiny of every Great High Priestess not to marry until her 27th year, which makes marriage before her 27th year a choice that denies her destiny.
Marriage for a Priestess, is taking her husband's name, or a hyphenation of both their names, or having a child together, but not alone; and because a Priestesses has sex with whomever she wishes, submitting to any man, to be his sole sexual partner, or being restricted sexually in any way by any man is the same as marriage. A Priestess denies her destiny of being a Priestess in such a marriage, and for the NeferKari Priestesses it keeps them from the Way, and they cannot fulfil their destiny to become Psychopomps.
The Great High Priestess Mort Ange made that choice when she proposed and became engaged when she was in her eighteenth year. She did not take her husband's name, nor hyphenate their names, nor did she bestow her title, nor was she his wife, "sa femme ". Rather he was her husband, "son mari" and she would not have children. These minor, yet significant details, allowed her to fulfill her destiny not to marry before her 27th year.
But the Age of The Psychopomp is an age of destiny choices for all Priestesses, and over the past 32 years those who are destined to be Priestesses have been faced with many destiny choices. Those choices are not easy for the reborn priestesses, as their souls are sexually charged, having lived lives where they enjoyed sex with many different men, as often as they desired, and experienced the fulfillment of their callings, and were revered in their nations.
None of that exists today, at least not in the west, and it may be why so many of the Priestesses have been returned to life in Eastern Europe and beyond. But wherever they are born, the souls of Priestesses are haunted, and often tormented by pleasurable, but hollow sex. Many flaunt their sexuality by the way the dress and act, and where their sexuality has been repressed by religion and family, they chose paths as models, enter beauty pageants, or take positions where they are the center of attention, as with cheerleaders. Most, however, are more open sexually, and begin having sex early. They may have sex with only one partner throughout highschool, but they are often the school "slut." Rarely are they virgins when they marry, and often when they do marry they may have numerous extra marital affairs. Some become prostitutes - call girls - escorts , etc. Others go into porn, which they embrace until sex becomes just something they are doing for money, and they feel a hollowness in their soul, an acceptance of humiliation and an unfulfilled destiny.
They may see their destiny in chance, where they meet a man by chance and believe he is what they have been looking for. They marry, have a child or children and never feel fulfilled. And they cannot not be, because in their former lives the Priestesses performed sexual rituals that prepared men for death. That is why, even if they were prostitutes or porn actresses, they often later seek out positions where they are near, or care for the elderly and dying. Some may become doctors, nurses, or care givers, wanting to keep control of their breath of life, while having the haunting desire to be "sluts" prostitutes or porn actresses .
"A Priestess knows in her Soul she is a Priestess, that is the way we are called. She knows when she is ready. Then she must not deny her Destiny." ["Une Pretresse sait dans son ame, elle est une pretresse, et qui est la facon dont nous sommes tous appeles. Elle saura quand elle est prete. Puis elle ne doit pas nier son destin" My Great High Priestess said in 1956] The soul of a Priestess drives her to become a Priestess, but the time must be right, and there is a conflict of soul and mind, where the mind controls, and the Priestess is lost in an endless search for her destiny, which she often believes is to become a popular woman - popular as the world would see her.
The roll a Priestess and her destiny is to prepare men for death, but not always by performing the rituals of The Goddesses. This has been the destiny of all Twice Great and Trice Great Priestesses from the beginning of time, as we find with the Priestesses of Syria [the Greater Syria] who were revered prior to the time of Roman Arab Christian rule when they were forced to perform their rituals in secret and they have continued through the rule of Muslims. Their callings are often more subtle; and, as anciently, the role of the Priestess has been in shaping and ruling nations.
It is, however the destiny of both Nefer Kari and Nefer Kara to become the Great High Priestesses of new orders. And that is their destinies even though in early February 2011, the Soul of the former shouted in frustration, "I quit," while the latter never rejected her destiny during her three days of destiny choices, though she must abide her time before being declared The Great High Priestess of Syria. All they and the other Great High Priestesses can do is make the choices that will lead to their destinies. Just when that will happen is determined by destiny which is beyond their control, except that they will know when they are ready. But that will not happen if they makes the wrong choices and reject or deny their destinies. But even that will only alter how they fulfil their destinies. It is only when a Priestess denies her destiny, that is, knowing what her destiny is, and then denies it, that she chooses another destiny.
But never has their been a greater threat to the Priestesses of the Goddess of Syria than now; and I saw it coming in the large number of Priestesses I have returned in Syria. Yet their destiny is unknown, even though The High Priestesses of Syria conveyed her prophesy to me when we met in 1998. And I saw the danger when I conducted her soul to the Real of Great Souls in 2013, and since then the Priestesses of the Goddess of Syria have performed their rituals without assurance through a High Priestess of salvation from Death.
Yet I find Cosmic Irony, and Maat (Justice) in knowing that after three days of destiny choices, the Arabic Nefer, The Great High Priestess of Syria, Donald John Trump was elected President of the United States. The Irony in this is that on April 6, 2017, President Trump attacked Syria with 89 Tomahawk missiles, and with his proclamations, and those of his administration, he had called for the execution of not just The Great High Priestess of Syria, but of all Syrian Priestesses; and with that he also made the destiny choices to be Commander in Chief of America's soldiers of Islam, to decimate the Christians in Syria, and begin the end of the State of Israel.
President Trump ordered the execution of the Priestesses when he called for the people of Syria to be free to choose the government they want. Syria is 80% Sunni Muslim, while the al Assad government is Alawite, which is a form of Shia Islam that holds many Christian and Pagan views, and which protectes all minorities. Freedom to choose the government means freedom is freedom from the Muslim majority to submit Syria to Sharia law and to kill all non believers who do not pay their kafir tax or who violate Sharia law. That means executing all Priestesses and their followers.
President Trump became the Commander in Chief of America's Soldiers when he attacked Syria in support of the Sunni Muslims who fight against the Syrian government. America's fighting forces do not fight for freedom in any Muslim nation, as they are told they are doing. They fight to establish Islam as the state religion, just as they have in establishing the Islamic Republic of Afghanistan, and the Republic of Iran which has Islam as its state religion. They are Soldiers of Islam.
President Trump’s attack on Syria is intended to defend Israel against a government that wants the destruction of Israel, just as President Bush destroyed the government of Iraq to prevent Saddam Hussein from paying for suicide bombers to kill Israelis. Now the United States spend two hundred billion dollars a year in the Mid East, and a hundred billion dollars a year in Afghanistan supporting Islam, and the United States is giving Israel $3.8 billion dollars a year for their defense, while the US Congress is fighting over having to pay $2 billion dollars a year for health insurance for Americans with pre-existing conditions. A Great high Priestess will rise to ask "who will be the last American to die in defense of Israel? How long will America go in debt a third of a trillion dollars a year to defend Israel?"That, however, is not true of a High Priest. There was a Trice Great High Priest who was born before the last century who, in his seventeenth year accepted his destiny to become the become The High Priest and mentor of a yet to be born High Priest. Throughout his life he was on his destiny path, and when I was told it was my destiny to become a High Priest when I was in my seventeenth year, I was also told there would be another Great High Priest to be my mentor. I was also told he was living in Europe at the time, but we would not meet until he came to the United States. I never met him, even though our paths crossed many times. The Great High Priestesses told me that he had rejected his destiny three times, and then denied his destiny. On February 22, 1968 The Great High Priestess of The Goddess of The Most High took me into the Way of Spirits where I watched him in his home where he lay dying. He saw my Soul and fought hard as she drew his Soul from his body, and left my Soul there to watch his body continue to fight for life as she took his resigned Soul into the Myst of the Way. I don’t know how long I remained in the Way looking at the dying soulless man, but my Soul was drawn back into my body, even as the man continued to fight for life. Three days later The Great High Priestess told me the man had died later that day, and that he had been born a Jew and was a great man, a brilliant man, whom all the Great High Priestesses who had gone to him to persuade him to follow his destiny admired greatly, even though they believed what he conveyed to them was he would deny his destiny. It was many years before I understood how a body can live without a soul, and I often wondered how our destines would have been together, but I knew there was never another High Priest who would take his place. In 1989 the High Priesess of The Goddess of Syria told me there had not been a High Priest of The Goddess in over twelve hundred years, and she brought her Pristess for me to ordain a few months later in 1999.