No, not the news. A book excerpt sent by a reader, with questions for The Committee.
During an out-of-body experience, a woman by the name of P.M. Atwater (Phyllis below) came across something I will call the World Engine; not her name for it, but mine. Best description I can give it: Two objects shaped like tornadoes or cyclones inverted to each other with a bright light between the tips. Apparently all of us souls are inside these things, sort of like the place Keanu Reeves was in the movie hooked to the Matrix. Atwater gives a more detailed description in her book, "I died three times in 1997".
The shock of what came next abruptly ceased any further movement on my part and left me awe-struck. What I saw looming ahead of me were two gigantic, impossibly huge masses spinning at great speed and looking for all the world like cyclones, with one cyclonic vortex inverted over the other in an hourglass shape. The cyclone on top spun clockwise. The inverted cyclone beneath spun counterclockwise. Where the two spouts should have touched but didn't, there spewed forth in all directions piercing rays of radiant power – not light, power, "POWER!"
Both cyclones were fat and bulgy, not at all smooth-sided as might be supposed, considering their tremendous rate of spin. Even though the direction of their movement was decidedly right to left for the one on the top and left to right for the one on the bottom, inside each was the presence of the other's motion plus a separate inner convolution. This tri-directional force seemed to create the powerful spin along with an impression of layering across the outer surface of the cyclones – without rows or bands to cause the layered effect. Inside the top cyclone and toward the upper left, I saw my Phyllis-self, hardly larger than a speck, yet recognizable.
Superimposed over my Phyllis-self were all my past lives and all my future lives happening at the same time in the same space as my present life. Around me were other people I knew. The same thing was happening to them. Around them were still other people, and others more, until I came to realize all life-forms were present inside the cyclone, and the same thing was happening to each and all. Yet no one and nothing made any "real" movement except expansion and contraction, as if all life plus the environment in which it existed. . . were breathing.
What appeared to be movement, the life-forms acting out their given roles, was actually an optical/perceptual illusion, similar to a hologram but produced by what I recognized to be pulsed wave oscillations activated by individual and collective forms of consciousness. If any life-form changed the overall pattern of a personal scenario, and some did as I watched, "past" as well as "future" altered for that individual and for others so affected.
I saw that while each life-form was truly its own self, each was also connected to all others by a fabric netting or web that consisted of bubbly bright threads of light. And what occurred inside the top cyclone also occurred inside the bottom cyclone. As above, so below. In other words, my Phyllis-self plus the other life-forms actually inhabited both cyclones and in the same relation, in the same condition, at the same time. The bottom cyclone, then, was but a mirror image of the one on top.
The overall scene initially impressed me as if a giant echo were filling the width of a massive canyon. The sheer force of cyclonic spin created a counter activity alongside each of the cyclone's outer edges, manifesting in the process another energy construct altogether. This extra construct occupied space to the left and to the right of the cyclones and seemed somehow to originate darkness and light as by-products of its existence; thus, darkness developed to the left as light emerged from the right.
This sight showed me that darkness and light, by-products of the spinning cyclones, were opposite "signatures" of the same dynamic. They provided the necessary mechanism and contrast for manifestation to be experienced in a meaningful way. I came to understand that darkness and light were corollary reflections resulting from the act of creation continuously recreating and altering itself. I felt as if I were witnessing Creation at its Centerpoint, the gateway to unknown forevers.
Q1. This "World Engine", does it exist and is there another name for it or best name you guys can come up with?
C: This description is one of many manifestations and iterations of what we have often described here. Triangles, spinning to appear as cyclones or tornadoes. What was seen here is the inside of an atom's parts and also the structure of the nine universes which compose all creation.
A triangle, with three points, rotates through four stop points, always one is vacant while the corners of the triangle occupy the other three points. The next corner moves to the empty point, creating an empty one behind it which is filled with the next of the triangle's three. This movement occurs at a velocity or speed far in excess of what is known as the speed of light, making the rotating triangle solid and round.
In this case, this description of the tornadoes or cyclones was both the far outside view of creation and the inside view of the forces which turn the triangles.
All of existence is composed of a matrix or latticework of rotating triangles. As you know, a cyclone resembles one, for this reason.
Q2. If yes, how did it come to be?
C: It has always been.
Q3. Can you describe its use?
C: It is not used, it is existence. It is the manifestation of everything that exists, all that is. God is one good way to humanize the concept and view.