Agnihotra, Sylphs and Orgonite: Chem Trail Solutions or God-Scam?

If you know about chem trails, the toxic unexplained streaks across our skies, chances are you’ve heard of sylphs, orgonite and agnihotra as proposed remedies. Sylphs are elementals or nature spirits. The story goes that giant sylphs who live near the sun and on outer planets of our solar system are hovering around earth these days mopping up the chem trails in response to manmade objects known as orgonite and a ritual known as agnihotra.

Wikipedia gives us a quick glimpse into what agnihotra actually is:

“‘Agnihotra’ is a sacred tradition started by the ‘Rishis’ of ancient India. It is now considered by some as the worship of the Lord Yagna Naarayan. ‘Agnihotra’ then means worshipping the Lord Vishnu – Aadi Naarayan – riding on the divine serpent and controlling the infinite cosmos.”

Hello, what was that? The divine serpent? The worship of Lord Yagna Naarayan?

Agnihotra is an ancient Hindu ceremony that gives worship to the Vedic deity Agni (god of fire and sacrifice), and to Naaravan (Lord Narayana or Vishnu, the second god of the Hindu trinity), and also to the sun god, Lord Surya (sometimes spelled/pronounced Soorvava). The worship is performed by chanting mantras and making offerings into the fire, for the gods to consume as symbols of human obeisance. These acts represent giving the god to whom the sacrifice is directed one’s energy, one’s spiritual allegiance and support.

Based on my knowledge of Sanskrit, here is the mantra translation for part of the agnihotra ritual that so many well-meaning would-be-chem-trail-zappers are performing:

Soorvava Svaha

To the Sun God, I offer myself completely

Sooryaya Idam Na Mama

To the Sun God, I prostrate myself

Agnaye Sváhá

To the God of the sacrifice, I bow down

Agnaye Idam Na Mama

To the God of the sacrifice, I prostrate myself

On the educate-yourself website, one of the primary sources of the sylphs-zap-chem-trails theory, you can read an article telling how the fire sylphs, the beings you appease when you perform agnihotra, are the elementals who rule over gunfire. These beings “give you a hug when you shoot a gun,” according to the article.

The implication of the modern New Age use of agnihotra is that if we offer this worship to the gods and their fire-sylph minions, they will reward us by devouring our chem trails. Even if this were true, do we want to do rituals that empower entities who give people hugs for shooting guns? Do we really want to make offerings to Vedic deities who are the Aryan gods, the gods of Babylon transferred to Indian culture?

The Babylonian gods have been identified in the David Icke research as identical with the entities who interbred with mankind to produce the world’s royal bloodlines, the global elite, which are behind the plan for an Orwelllian New World Order. Truthers believe the chem trails are the handiwork of the global elite. How consistent is it to also believe that the force that generates chem trails is working on mankind’s behalf to destroy chem trails?

Agnihotra links its practitioner to the gods, the dark lords that work in unseen dimensions to twist our earthly reality into a prison, for the sake of their ultimate power and control. I’ve written about the god-worship/ soul-siphoning connection in previous articles (see the “Blowing the Whistle on Enlightenment” series in the column to the left). To practice agnihotra in the belief that it is an innocent ritual that will magically clear the sky of chem trails is a mistake, as powerful an error as mantra meditation, guru worship, and any other practice that calls for surrender of the individual ego to limited entities outside oneself.

If that’s what agnihotra is about, what is the real story behind orgonite? I don’t claim to be an expert on that subject. From what I’ve read, however, I have a major concern about the hexagram built into the coils, because it’s an occult symbol with links to some very questionable things.

Again, let’s consult that friend of the common man, Wikipedia (its entry under “hexagram”):

“The six-pointed star is commonly used both as a talisman and for conjuring spirits in the practice of witchcraft. In the book, ‘The History and Practice of Magic, Vol. 2,’ the six-pointed star is called the talisman of Saturn and it is also referred to as the Seal of Solomon …

“Bradley, author of ‘Secrets of the Freemasons,’ claims: ‘the hexagram is widely associated with the occult, and is considered the most powerful of Satan’s symbols, containing ‘666.’ Occultists also call it the ‘trud’ and use it in necromantic ceremonies to summon evil spirits.’ (Bradley, ‘Secrets of the Freemasons,’ page 45)”

Is it possible then that the hexagram in the orgonite channels energy to the very beings who are ultimately responsible for the chem trails (i.e., the transdimensional beings whom the Illuminati serve)? The conspiracy is famous for creating feedback loops like this – detours – that seem to lead somewhere out of the clutches of enslavement and actually circle right around back into it. We find this in politics and religion, so why would we not find it in the neutralize-the-chem-trails movement? (For a fascinating examination of how symbols are used by the powers-that-be to trap and siphon human energy, visit Matthew Delooze’s website and books, particularly “The Stars Are Falling” and “Is It Me for a Moment?”)

If orgonite seems to work positively for some people, perhaps the reason is not sylphs but the people themselves. Thought is immensely powerful, and if a person places orgonite in strategic places thinking it will clear the atmosphere of negative influences, perhaps it will, on account of the intention and assumption of the human placing it. This would be the Dumbo Effect: when the baby elephant held a “magic” feather thinking the feather would enable him to fly, the elephant flew all right, but on account of his powerful belief, not on account of the feather.

I have trouble with the story that sylphs eat the chem trails for us when the story also goes that the sylphs had to leave their own planet when it was poisoned with a payload of plutonium. If they drown in the poison of plutonium, how can they safely consume the poison of our chem trails? It doesn’t really make sense.

While I’m convinced there are unseen entities helping mankind, I don’t believe they’re doing it as chem-trail eaters, channeled teachers, authors of divine transmissions, or any of the other flashy images the New Age is fond of waving in front of us. They help us by inspiring, by giving resources of courage and hope, by introducing profound insights, ideas and possibilities into our minds that aid in our finding the way out of the prison we’ve let be built up around us. They can’t and won’t do the work for us, and any unseen entity claiming he can and will is probably a dark lord posing as a friend, the creator of yet another enslaving circular detour.

If we want help from the realms of brilliant and magnanimous entities who work for the freedom and happiness of all beings, we need to address them in that way and ask for their subtle assistance. They will always respond. If instead of that we ask for help from Surya, Agni, Narayana, fire sylphs, sun sylphs, air sylphs or any other named entity famous for “helping” people, the odds are very high that we’re aligning ourselves with our deceivers and enslavers, dressed up in their latest disguise.

If in fact there are sylphs who work to help mankind, then addressing “you in the unseen who work for the freedom and happiness of all beings” will naturally enlist the aid of sylphs, among other generous entities. On the other hand, if sylphs are a name for a branch of the deceivers, addressing “you in the unseen who work for the freedom and happiness of all beings” will not invite the sylphs’ influence into your energy field.

It is better to be safe than foolishly trusting. Better to address requests for assistance in a way that protects one’s soul and energy than in a wide-open, trusting way that allows in any fad New Age influence that people happen to be talking about.

The transdimensional deceivers have great PR. They never come out and say, “We’re here to take your soul energy and spiritually assimilate you.” Look at how sweetly their ritual is described in the words of an agnihotra website that is popular now:

“Homa is a Sanskrit word used here synonymously with Yajnya. [Bronte’s note: “yajnya” actually translates as “sacrifice to the gods.”] …

“Homa Therapy is totally a revealed science. It is as old as creation. In the course of time this knowledge was lost, but it is now being resuscitated to give people guidance about how to correct the polluted conditions we find ourselves in on the planet today.

“Homa Therapy comes from VEDAS, the ancientmost body of knowledge known to man. The most basic Homa (Yajnya) is called AGNIHOTRA and is tuned to the biorhythm of sunrise/sunset. Performance of Agnihotra on a regular daily basis establishes the healing energies necessary for a healthy environment.”

Now what poor fool wouldn’t want to sign up for that?

(NOTE TO READERS: This article is expanded in the comment section below, where prompted by the thoughtful remarks of a reader, I write more deeply about this subjects. If you enjoy this blog, don’t skip reading the comments underneath the articles. They are sometimes the very best part.)

Bronte Baxter

© Bronte Baxter 2008

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Tracking the Crack in the Universe

Did you ever wonder why a good God would build a world where the only way to survive is by taking life? How long would you stay alive if you refused to eat? You may love animals and grow plants inside your home and flowers in your garden, but every time you eat, you destroy the life of something. A something with a consciousness, that feels and desires to live, as we do.

The other day I grabbed an onion from a basket to chop up, and I saw it had sprouted a beautiful, tender, light-green shoot. It had a life inside it, a consciousness that wanted to take root, breathe air and thrive. Any tears in chopping that onion did not come from the fumes.

I’m not a sentimentalist. I’m a person questioning, increasingly aware of an insidious thread woven through biological life. We are born, we feed, and we die. Life is a process of consuming other living things in order to stay alive as long as possible until death in turn consumes us. We tell ourselves life is a whole lot more, but it’s reduced to that as long as we must feed to survive. If we can’t stay alive more than a few months without food, how can eating not be fundamental to how we define our existence?

Eating is a requirement for biological life as we know it. It’s the thread that holds together material existence. More than a thread, it’s a chain, binding us to the law that we must consume each other. Rebelling is punishable by death.

What kind of God or gods would create a world predicated on killing? We don’t like to ask that, and we find every excuse to avoid looking at this question. But every time a dear one dies, or you find a nibbled bird in the yard destroyed by an idle cat, or you read about an animal that has suffered mercilessly, or another molested child, or a nation ravaged by a quake that’s buried thousands of living people, your mind goes back to that nagging question. Who would make a world like this? Was it truly a God of love?

According to much evidence, it wasn’t. The world was created by something else. Or if it was created by the loving God our hearts insist exists, then creation has been tampered with by someone else so merciless that it barely resembles the original divine vision. The biological universe is controlled by the law that to live we must take life or die. That is sinister. Something there is that makes us have to eat, that makes us age and disintegrate. This is the “something wrong with the world,” the crack in the universe. Knowledge of it works “like a splinter in the mind, driving you mad,” quoting “The Matrix.” Yet awakening to the truth of our predicament is the first step toward radical change. Only radical change can possibly right the fundamental flaw woven into physical creation.

And how well-woven it is. Not only does violence wind through the lives of all Earth life like the fibers of a time-bomb attached to a victim. It reaches out into space, where supernovas implode, collapsing millions of stars along with all living beings on all their attendant planets. Death and devouring are so pervasive most people can’t conceive of a world without them, or if they can conceive it, they label the concept preposterous. Yet quantum physics shows that matter is nothing but atoms: emptiness vibrating. Emptiness does not die and neither does the energy it oscillates. So why must bodies die that are made of up of these things?

Robert Monroe, in his book “Far Journeys,” writes of contact he had with a light being in an out-of-body experience. (Monroe is arguably the world’s foremost researcher on OBEs; he started an institute with trainee/researchers to scientifically investigate the phenomenon.) Reportedly the light being told Monroe that when humans die, their energy is released and harvested by trans-dimensional beings, who use it to extend their own life spans. The claim is that the universe is a garden created by these beings as their food source.

According to Monroe’s story, animals are intentionally positioned on this planet to feed on plants and on each other, thereby releasing the life force of their victims so it can be harvested. In a predator-prey struggle, exceptional energy is produced in the combatants. The spilling of blood in a fight-to-the-death conflict releases this intense energy, which the light beings call “loosh.” Loosh is also harvested from the loneliness of animals and humans, as well as from the emotions engendered when a parent is forced to defend the life of its young. Another source of loosh is humans’ worship.

According to Monroe’s informant, our creators, the cosmic “energy farmers,” intentionally equipped animals with devices like fangs, claws and super-speed in order to prolong predator-prey combat and thereby produce more loosh. In other words, the greater the suffering, the more life force is spewed from our bodies, and the tastier the energy meal for our creators.

This story told to Monroe (which threw him into a two-week depression) corresponds to reports in some of the world’s oldest scriptures, the Vedas, Upanishads, and Puranas of India. There we read that “the universe is upheld by sacrifice” (Atharva Veda) and that “all who are living (in this world) are the sacrificers. There is none living who does not perform yagya (sacrifice). This body is (created) for sacrifice, and arises out of sacrifice and changes according to sacrifice.” (Garbha Upanishad)


“(Death as the Creator) resolved to devour all that he had created; for he eats all. . . He is the eater of the whole universe; this whole universe is his food.” (Mahabharata)

In the writings of Carlos Castaneda, who chronicles the life and teachings of a Yaquii sorcerer called Don Juan, we find another story of the Divine devouring humans, in this case human consciousness. Reports Castaneda:

“The Eagle is devouring the awareness of all the creatures that, alive on earth a moment before and now dead, have floated to the Eagle’s beak, like a ceaseless swarm of fireflies, to meet their owner, their reason for having had life. The Eagle disentangles these tiny flames, lays them flat, as a tanner stretches out a hide, and then consumes them; for awareness is the Eagle’s food. The Eagle, that power that governs the destinies of all living things, reflects equally and at once all those living things.” (“The Eagle’s Gift,” by Carlos Castaneda)

The idea that man must sacrifice (must kill something or be killed in order to appease the gods) is apparently intrinsic to all the world’s root religions. We find blood ritual, including human sacrifice, in the Druidic tradition, Tibetan Buddhism, among the Indians of the Americas, in Greece and Rome, Africa, China, Arabia, Germany, Phoenicia and Egypt. Even the Old Testament (Judges 11:31-40) has a little-advertised story of human sacrifice, with the Israelite judge Jephthah ritually slaughtering his own daughter to fulfill a vow he made to Jehovah.

While we may not think of Judaism as typically promoting human sacrifice, it more than promoted it if we count the genocide Jehovah demanded of the Hebrews. In one day alone, they murdered 12,000 Canaanites “and utterly destroyed everything in the city, both man and woman, young and old, and ox and sheep and donkey with the edge of the sword.”(Joshua: 6:21)

In Islam, the situation is similar. Allah, while paying lip service to the immorality of human sacrifice, orders his servants in the Koran to practice jihad against all unbelievers. “When the forbidden months are past, then fight and slay the Pagans wherever ye find them, and seize them, beleaguer them, and lie in wait for them in every stratagem of war.” (Koran: 9:5)

Peace-loving Moslems interpret such passages as “symbolic” in their desire to justify their faith, much as Christians try to justify Jehovah’s sociopathic behavior with excuses. In many ways, the god of Islam reasons and rants like the god of the Israelites. Could it be the same entity? It isn’t contradictory that he would support two separate peoples, then lead them to fight each other. Not if his agenda is to stimulate and harvest plenty of loosh.

Christianity, the religion of brotherly love, is implicated in blood sacrifice by being rooted in the Jewish tradition. The Bible declares Jesus is the son of God (Jehovah), and Jehovah announces at Jesus’ baptism, “This is My beloved Son in whom I am well-pleased.” (Matthew: 17:5) Where was Jesus when his father was slaughtering the Canaanites? Jesus himself becomes a blood sacrifice, a fact that Catholics reenact in the mass and that Protestants bathe themselves in to be “saved.” Christians are no strangers to sacrifice.

If suffering and death were part of creation that no one, including the gods, could help, there’d be some reason to be more forgiving. I might even buy the story that they need us to support them with our homage and we need them to keep the universe running. But when you add blood sacrifice into the equation, I abandon ship. It’s one thing if the gods can’t prevent earthly suffering and death – quite another if they seek it out and thrive from it or worse yet, created it. And that’s what blood sacrifice, and the scriptures around it, indicate.

When the oldest scriptures of the world tell us we were created as food for the gods, I have to ask myself if I want to live in a universe where that might be true. The fact is, I don’t. I can no longer give my approval to that kind of reality. So if I won’t live with it, I have to come up with something better. I have to find something more fundamental than the physical universe to locate my identity in, and my power in. I sense, as many do these days, that there’s something beyond the universe as it has been presented to us, something outside this box, outside this system. That’s what I seek to know, connect with, and draw from.

Robert Morning Sky, a truth seeker of the Hopi and Apache traditions, tells a story he learned from his people about a race of beings who knew no limitations, who existed far outside this physical universe. One day one of them declared his intention to visit Earth and take on a body just for the adventure of it, for the experience. His friends cautioned him, as this universe had a reputation as amnesia-producing, a place of no return. But the entity laughed that off and promised to come back after one lifetime.

Centuries passed, and the entity never came home. One of his comrades decided to enter the physical world to go look for his friend. He promised not to get lost in matter and to return with the other individual. More centuries passed, and neither being returned. So another immortal entered physical mass, and he also never came back. In time many members of these unlimited beings incarnated in human form, and the story goes, none of them yet has gone home.

Maybe we are those people, starting to remember who we are. Maybe it’s time to break out of the hypnosis we’ve lived under for eons, the unquestioned assumptions that we must kill and eat, suffer and die, live in lack and sadness, and undergo all the human drama as it has been defined for us.

Is it insane to think that humans can beat the system? That we could make a choice to stop the activities that supply our up-line with fuel? That we could minimize even stop our own refueling from the life force of creatures lower than us on the food chain? Is it madness to think that our bodies, made of undying energy, could themselves not have to die, that we might learn to live on the power of infinite consciousness, which we can access within ourselves, being part of it?

While some may call that madness, I prefer it to the world I see around me. I certainly prefer it to death. I prefer it to loss of my dear ones, and to sickness and poverty. The greatest experiment mankind can engage in is mastery of the principles of freedom, creation, abundance, and immortality. We’re wearing body suits that in 70-some years of use are programmed to self-destruct. What could be more important than changing that programming?

In the Bhagavad Gita, Lord Krishna warns: “He who does not follow the wheel thus set revolving lives in vain.” The wheel is the cycle of birth and death, karma and retribution, human sacrifice and divine blessing. To rebel against this system is to fail in our life purpose as defined by those who say they are our creators and gods. But surely life was meant to be more than dinner for the next rung up on the food chain. If “living in vain” means breaking out of that, I’m all for that kind of failure.

Bronte Baxter

© Bronte Baxter 2008

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Paying the Meditation Tithe: Soma for the Gods

Why does mantra meditation feel so great at first and later on destroy the people who practice it? Why do people keep doing it even though it hurts them? The allegory at the bottom is my attempted answer.

Energy, or life force, is what the gods and gurus siphon off when people “bow down” (through hymns, chants, mantras, or the physical act of bending before their pictures or persons). The act of bowing gives them psychic permission to have power over a person.

India’s scripture Rig Veda names the energy these entities seek “Soma.” According to Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, it’s what the Greek myths meant by “ambrosia” and “nectar of the gods.” Soma is food for the gods. Maharishi said it is a half physical/half ethereal substance generated in the body in meditation. Advanced meditators learn how to direct more of their soma to the gods through chants and hymns.

“Flow, Soma, for Indra to drink,” goes one of the lines in the 9th Mandala of Rig Veda. This is the scripture advanced TMers are instructed to read immediately following every meditation. The line is repeated in various ways throughout the entire hymn. Indra is king of the gods, and our Soma , in their twisted thinking, “belongs” to them.

Here is my allegory, describing how Transcendental Meditation turns from a blessing to a curse as you advance in the teachings. In the story, “money” is meant to be taken more than just literally. I use it as a symbol of the life force, the Soma energy, that meditators must pay more of over time. It is the tithe that binds.

Suppose you want to go visit the ocean, only you know of no road that goes there. One day you find one. It’s owned by a man who tells you you’re free to use his road anytime you like. He seems like a real nice fellow. After you use his road a few times, though, you learn he’s been stealing a dollar from your pocket every time you pass by. You don’t mention this, as it seems a small price to pay for the use of the road. Or maybe you do mention it, and he tells you that’s his toll-road charge. He took it without saying for your own good, because if you knew you had to pay you might have backed out of your first excursion and never would have had that wonderful experience. Now that you’ve been there, he’s sure you won’t mind paying the dollar. This explanation seems a little off, but you buy it. After all, what really matters is the great time you’re having at the beach.

After a while, the man announces he’s raising the toll. Now it will cost you five dollars every time you pass. You go to the beach every weekend, and it’s great, but the price for using the toll-road keeps getting higher. It’s very expensive now, hundreds of dollars a week. You inquire again if there are other roads that will take you to the sea, free ones maybe, but the man and your friends who use the road tell you this route is the only one .

So you keep going there and paying. But after a while, the beach isn’t such fun anymore. You’ve taken a second job to support the toll-road, and by the time you get to the sea you have no energy left for anything but a nap. You only go into the water on rare occasions. While you’re sleeping on the beach, goons who work for the toll guy patrol the premises, picking the pockets of all the sleeping sunbathers. You hear rumors among the crowd that someone is robbing people, but you don’t believe it. True, you’re missing some money, but you’re sure you left it at home and only thought you had it with you.

The fact that this starts happening every weekend doesn’t disturb you. You’ve been so spacey and foggy-headed lately, that you can’t expect yourself to remember if you had your money when you got to the beach or not. All that matters is the sun and the sand feel so good. You’re so tired, and they are so soothing. You’ve forgotten about boating and swimming, picnicking and flying kites in the wind, all the things you used to enjoy in the early days when you would come to the oceanside, back when it was practically free. All that matters now is how good it feels to get to the beach and fall asleep. Yours cares dissolve away. You don’t think you could live without it.

One day you wake up from a beach nap to see a couple of people flying kites on the sand, in between all the snoring bodies. A couple more people are playing in the surf. You call out and ask them, where do they get so much energy? They yell back that they’ve found a free road that takes them to the beach and they don’t have to work to pay the toll-guy anymore, so they aren’t so tired. In fact, coming to the ocean energizes them now, the way it used to do back when the toll-road only cost a dollar or two.

You say, that’s impossible. Everyone knows this toll-road is the only route to the beach. No, say the others, the toll-guy lied to us. This free road has been there all along. It’s even older than the toll-road. In fact, it’s not even the only free road that will take you here. There are plenty of them. They just take a little work to find, and then you’re on your way.

You hear this, and you start to get mad. Who are these guys, coming in here telling you nonsense like that, and saying bad things about the toll-guy? If it weren’t for him and his generosity, letting you use the toll-road, your life would be empty. You never would have found the beach. You are eternally indebted to the toll-road guy for that.

You wonder why these kite-flyers and swimmers are lying, telling you all the money you’ve spent on the toll-road all these years was a waste. You simply can’t accept that. It would mean you’ve been a fool, and you won’t let anyone make you look like one. No, they must be lying. They’re just here to make trouble. You lay back down in the sand, tune out everything you just heard, and fall back into the welcome numbness of sleep.

Bronte Baxter

© Bronte Baxter 2008

Welcome, David Icke Readers

To you folks visiting this site from the link in David Icke’s newsletter that came out today, welcome. You’ll find more information of the sort you’re looking for in my article in the left column on this page, “The Hidden Agenda of Mantra Meditation.” It appeared elsewhere on the web with a better title: “Mantra Meditation Reveals Hidden Agenda: Are the Gods Alive and Well and Working towards the New World Order?”

I’ve got much more to say on gurus, gods and the conspiracy in future blogs and articles, so stay tuned to this site. Please do leave comments, and let’s generate some discussion (comments on “Mantra Meditation” can be left at the end of that article).

Coming up in a future blog soon: how the gurus railroaded the hippie generation, using “problem/reaction/solution” to lull to sleep hundreds of thousands of kids who instinctively sensed the specter of the New World Order looming over the world.

Also of special interest to this group: the “Freedom-Web, “Free the Moment You Decide to Be” and “One Whisper at a Time” blogs below.

Best regards,

Bronte Baxter