January Generated Crisis or Cosmic Coverup?
I’m adding this only bcuz I avoided giving a date that was offered me in my vampire standing. I’m not too into placing dates on events, but the numbers for the next major shift/riff were 21 & 5. I came across this info attached to an random email. Jumped out at me.
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“Remember I said it standing here if you don’t remember anything else I said. Watch, we’re gonna have an international crisis, a generated crisis, to test the mettle of this guy. And, he’s gonna have to make some really tough - I don’t know what the decision’s gonna be, but I promise you it will occur. As a student of history and having served with seven presidents, I guarantee you it’s gonna happen. And, he’s gonna need help. And, the kind of help he’s gonna need is, he’s gonna need you, not financially to help him, we’re gonna need you to use your influence, your influence within the community, to stand with him. Because it’s not gonna be apparent initially, it’s not gonna be apparent that we’re right. Only thing I’m asking you is, you know…gird your loins
~ Joe Biden
“There’s going to be a crisis which will come along on the 21st, 22nd of January which we don’t even know about right now!”
~ Colin Powell
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v., gird·ed or girt (gûrt), gird·ing, girds. v.tr.
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- To encircle with a belt or band.
- To fasten or secure (clothing, for example) with a belt or band.
- To surround. See synonyms at surround.
- To equip or endow.
- To prepare (oneself) for action.
v.intr.
To prepare for action: “Men still spoke of peace but girded more sternly for war” (W. Bruce Lincoln).
idiom:
gird (up) (one’s) loins
- To summon up one’s inner resources in preparation for action.
[Middle English girden, from Old English gyrdan.]
Vampire Central
Lots of interesting things happening, much activity round the veil….between worlds. So much preparation taking place around us. Most of my travels lately have been to Vampire Central, a weigh-station between their nearest planet and earth….iz what I call it anyway. I have resistance to sharing too much information, as the whole dealio with vampires is delicate. More then any other beings I’ve encountered in my life…vampires appear more then others in the physical. Typically only henchmen….with words of warning. My first encounter was with a book I’d decided to write called “Sanguinarium”…based on my other worldly experiences, some messages I’d retrieved from insiders (er…outsiders), and my own genetic memory. I was planning to write out the past, present, and future timeline of vampires that works in an fascinating loop, and draw in the various levels, and breeds, and the psychology of each…but I planned to do it as a science-fictional tale in order to avoid much controversy (mostly from beyond).
I was filled with the need to get all the information down on paper, and share it…just to say that the concept struck me from out of nowhere, and I wrote straight for three days…consumed with a vision. On the third night I feel asleep only to wake to the sound of a bell chiming. A small bell…..that was in the hands of an attractive (albeit scrubby looking) man who was sitting at my desk opposite my bed; sitting looking at all I’d written on the computer. He was charming and matter-o-fact…and wasted no time telling me that I was not to continue writing. Of course…most people would believe it was only a dream. Insisting that it was in my best interests to cease & desist…if I wanted to avoid certain & absolute misfortune, but that ultimately it was up to me if I wanted to continue. He said I was being watched closely, and that the only reason he was sent (at all) was due to my position, which at the time I had no idea about. There was more exchange, then oddly he shape-shifted into a pig…and instructed me to open the door and let him out….where he ran off grunting into the woods. I know…bizarre. I sat there for a long while staring at the page left on the computer…pondering the choice…to continue or not? I went back to sleep, but in the morning…the story was gone…the saved versions were gone, the CD was gone…even the notes I had scratched out in hard-copy were gone. But……………….that’s off-point.
Just to make the point that vampires in particular go that extra mile to cover their asses, and keep all gauges set exactly where they want them. Since they’ve got their incredibly delicate fingertips on the pulse of the psychic bloodstream…it’s not hard to hone in on the movers & shakers, or…the trouble makers. More then anything…I’ve spent my entire life working my way into the inner sanctum of dark realms for (what I consider to be) valuable information. I’m not gonna cut myself off for a book (yet).
Anyway…much has transpired since then. Lots of intrigue, and covert operations, some sorted affairs, and much downloading & upgrading in regards to the Vampire realm. Still……….reluctant to share everything, openly. Half would cause me problems, and the other half is difficult to swallow for average folks; maybe even un-average folks. Ya know…as long as the information is laughable they don’t have a problem with me sharing it. In that case I can say I’m a Vampire Queen, which isn’t saying much at the moment. As above, so below…and there’s a shift taking place out there in regards to who holds the reigns. A coup of sorts by the Vampire government against the older system of royalty. The royal families are still in place, but no longer posses power. They’re kept around to please the older population and handle diplomatic affairs. I believe the only (real) reason they haven’t be completely disposed of is bcuz they are in possession of sacred wisdom & rites that can not afford to be lost. Knowledge they refuse to release. So far I’ve only met one royal family who are Asian, and wonderfully noble & kind. The posses a type of honorability that humans have no concept of. Most of the time I don’t get access to the vampire planet…just the astral weigh-station, where I’m subjected to a lot of disinformation and dicking around. The rest of the time I’m tossed into Vampire City, which is as twisted & perverse as can be imagined….mostly this is where I get tossed around and tested.
I don’t know much about my vampire (royal) family; what I’m told is secretly shared in passing…as if it’s somehow illegal to utter openly. I’ve been told that my mother was incredibly beautiful and kind, and that my father was of incredibly high standing. He was the one that diplomatically kept the balances of old & new powers in check…kept things working as harmoniously as possible. Like any tragic noble tale…he was tricked, used, and disposed of…so the balances could be tipped. Doesn’t necessarily make me important, except that there’s some prophecy stating that a woman, and outsider will return to tip the balances back, and place the power back in the hands of the common people….returning self-sovereignty, and ushering in a new diplomatic relationship between humans and vampires. Lets just say…that I’m being kept on an incredibly short-leash….just encase. There’s much overlapping though with all the feelings that surround the idea of somehow implementing that sort of change. It explains a lot about my nature and function.
So, anyway….the last experience was fairly intense. I received some information I don’t feel comfortable sharing, and then I was subjected to an injection from some grotesque, mutant vampire that was released from his dungeon for the occasion. Rarely do I wind up cornered, but this situation was inescapable…unfortunately. My understanding was the injection would make me stronger, tap me in deeper to the root consciousness. We shall see. Some more survival escapades as I was thrown into the decrepit streets of vampire city…and was forced to put some vampire wenches in their place. I ended up in a pub full of policemen (no police women, which is interesting). There was some big celebration taking place for Obama, and when I asked about his affiliation with them…they all cheered & chanted about him being a “whore”, and a “facilitator” for the takeover. Something was mentioned about the Stanley Cup…a ritual on ice, that would be utilized for the gate-opening. Something else about the Vampire Star that would be in alignment on the same night; falling on a new moon. It was sketchy…….they were all drunk and full of themselves. As if everything was in the bag. Probably don’t have to mention (for anyone that’s still reading)…that the star-gate opens sometime between January & March…and then the vampire hoards are free to cross-over into this dimension…and……..??? Do whatever vampires do, I guess. Take over…infect. Etc.
My thoughts on it all?!? Hmmm…that human beings aren’t prepared for Obama’s plan, let alone the Vampires.
Death/Rebirth ala Mayan Calander
Did I write earlier about my meeting with Einstein? Is not the first time we’ve met, but….went and laid outside for a nap in the rising sun. Laid down my stomach with my head against the earth…and moments later I was staring down a long brass & glass porthole into a laboratory. Einstein was showing me something he’d just dis-covered that was very important…lots of equations on paper that I couldn’t make out…symbols I didn’t recognize, etc. He noticed I was trying was make mental notes, and shoved the papers away saying, “it’s not time yet…that people know”. Inside the porthole…pressed up towards my forehead was a large, golden crystal, pulsating hot, white light into my third eye, which made to think to ask about the ‘upgrading’ going on.
He called them “injections”, said that I could only have one per month, and there was a series of 6 more before I reached ‘complete enlightenment’. Wasn’t a answer I was fishing for…I’m not really into concept of enlightenment to being with, but…sounded good until some lab-bot that was standing backstage leaned into the picture and said, “That’s not nice to tell her that! She’ll be dead by then!” At which point I found myself completely awake. So…………..that’s been on my mind a good bit. :/
Ya know….counting off the months….it would be March of 2009. I didn’t go one way or the other with it. I just sat with it, without concept. God bless the folks that are told they only have so long to live, bcuz the signs are everywhere. Death is everywhere…and it goes ‘pop-up’ book-style on your ass when you’re trying not to focus on it!!! Anyway….was talking to dear friend yesterday who asked me about my Mayan Sign, which is white resonant dog. but I was looking around at dates, meanings, etc and notice there was a converter from the Gregorian calander to the Mayan Calander that gives one their (real) Birth Date…and mine is MARCH. 24TH. 2009. It’s in the
Yellow Planetary Sun
Blue Western Castle of Burning
Earth family- Polar Clan- Fire
I perfect in order to enlighten
Producing life
I seal the matrix of universal fire
With the planetary tone of manifestation
I am guided by the power of elegance
I am a polar kin I extend the yellow galactic spectrum
So, I’m choosing to see this as the immanent time of my rebirth into complete consciousness. 
Screw the scary stuff. I’m having a hard time getting in touch with fear nowadays…so it’s free to do what it wants. I’m just gonna keep doing what I’m doing…getting my shit in line, downsizing, working on flexibility…and I’ll see what happens come the new year.
The Nines & A Weird Game.
Genetic Hybridization, The Nines, and The Amnesiac Godhead
Not sure how I missed the movie “The Nines”, but after watching the above vid…I looked it up on watch-movies.net (AVAILABLE HERE FOR FREE) for those that haven’t seen it, it’s a must.
The movie is too fucking close to home, on what I’ve been experiencing lately…with the downloading & upgrading taking place. Everything is leading into the same center…but there’s still some glitch I’m having problems with…in a sense. In the movie there’s 7s & 9s. 7s are humans & 9s are gods. Ryan Reynolds is an amnesiac god in the movie…he’s created this world as a virtual reality game…and become lost in his role/avatar….and thinks he’s just a regular dude. Dies and comes back as another man. Always a 9. Would have been a much better movie had he been a woman as well. Lots of things that don’t make sense to me about how it plays out. I get the blonde chick in the movie is another 9 (as are a few other actors working to “remind” him what he is)…trying to rescue him with a ‘video-game addicts’ intervention, and get him back home…but, how does Melissa (a human 7) know who he is? I don’t get that. There’s no play into her being “psychic” or anything. There’s also overlaps I don’t get…where he’s playing simultaneous roles/positions at once. Wasn’t necessary to show that layer of…i don’t think. Maybe made it more profound…i don’t know?!?
Anyway…I’m at a point where I know I’m living multiple existences at once…multi-dimensionally. thousands at least. I’m able to go into these other bodies, while out of this one. Sorta a astral foreign-exchange program, and that perspective has me allowed me some understanding in relation to being influenced in the here & now…of this existence, when I’m acting out of sorts…and can’t place it. I’m just assuming now that there’s some other-worldly aspect of me stepping in. Doesn’t account for all influence of course, but that’s another subject. So…with this, I’ve also had to come to the understanding that there has to be some oversoul version at the top of it all. Me as a god(dess)….collectively-integrated into one whole.
There’s also an understanding…I believe influenced by this “Higher-Self”…that’s explained to me (I don’t know about the other me’s) that little by little this integration that’s going on…requires that the other versions of me die…in order to transcend into the whole me. Fragmentation…in thousands of parts, and the only path to reintegration is through death. A ‘coming home’ of sorts that’s resonates with The Nines. The movie (in this sense) could have gone another direction in relation to this. That…the dude in the movie lacked insight, power…and appeared human…became human in a sense, bcuz he had divided himself up so many times. That idea that we are all created in Gods image…that god is divided up into all of us….and that only by destroying the world…only through everyone dying could/can God become whole again. Then the question would be “why?” Why would God want to be whole? Wouldn’t that be the ultimate lonliness??!??
Anyway…it’s a very fucked up thing to take into consideration…are all my other fragments aware of this information? I assume not. I assume there’s versions of me that run the whole entire gambit. I have met myself in many of them. Some aware, some not. I assume the ones that aren’t aware will die off first, and although I can look at that objectively & without much emotion…how fucked up is that? Those versions don’t want to die anymore then I do. I’m sure. So then the thinking comes down to………who’s the last version of me standing?!? Me of course is the ideal….more fucked up thinking! So, then there’s also this concept of a race towards awareness…that it somehow garauntees I come out on top. That’s more downloaded thinking then anything else. Would make sense that the last/most aware versions would hold on the strongest. Brings up ideas about battling the self/within…and also might answer “why” we have such a tenacious desire to strive for the truth, for wisdom, insight, knowledge, etc. That it somehow can ensure our survival, and ideally…immortality. Is that what it’s all about?
What I’m picking up on…then ties into the earlier post on Homoplasmates (supermen/women, demi-gods, the queen thinking/position, etc.) is that the gods are incarnating in this world…now, where previously there’s been a block, the viel, a separation from authentic-self. It’s become important for me to stop looking at everyone as human…as that’s not the case at all. I was resistant to this idea for a long time, bcuz of the New Age concept that all humans are gods….and there’s a deceptive agenda to that movement. I agree that GOD is in all humans…all things, but not all humans are these lessor gods (angels, super-heros, etc). It’s not a simple thing to self-proclaim; for me anyway. Am I saying I’m a god(dess)? I guess so…that’s what I’m feeling, that’s what I’m being told…and with the wisdom I have…I don’t see the harm in going with that idea. Sure, most that have claimed that in the past are either narcissistic, or have a messiah complex…or both, but that’s not the angle I’m working from. I like that The Nines…shows the vulnerability, confusion, and conflict in the position….that’s very bang on. That complete and udder feeling of responsibility towards the human race (as if it’s not something i’m a part of, but a caretaker of)…the stress of the current situation & shift…how it will pan out, and the up and coming battle. Ignorance is the ultimate bliss in this case; something gods don’t have the luxury of. A current theme in my life (to a point/pre-understanding) was other people that were only skilled at one thing…how quickly they could find that, tap into it, follow it through. Is a very short path. Mine is long, yielding much complexity, requiring much attention, with little (yet) in the way of payoff or validation. It’s a constant work-in-progress. I’ve also envied those that couldn’t see, hear, sense, feel (as deeply as I’m capable of). It’s such a simple life to just walk across the surface of it all. I’ve struggled with the deepth & bredth of everything…and only now, recently…do I see another level that can be walked…above everything material. So…maybe things are beginning to pay off in that sense. Post-graduation. 
So, right after watching The Nines…I took a few minutes to play a video game myself. Just whatever cheesy, simple five minute game popped up. PLAY THIS GAME………………it’s bizarre!!! Must play through to the very end!!!
NOTE: Noticing that I’m not getting as much resistance from the general populice, as I am from those who consider themselves in the know. Man………..much turmoil on that front. Folks who have considered themselves uniquely aware, and enlightened…seem to be having a tough time suddenly. Much rearranging and scurrying about taking place. I understand why, but it’s interesting to witness. I see these people rebounding into utter darkness. Still not a bad time to get tossed into the inner-dungeon and do a little inventory…it’s the ones that are fighting it….prolonging it. There isn’t a strong feeling of survival for them (yet). They like to think they’re awake, aware, intune…but they’re actually even more cemented into some very strong beliefs then the ‘average’ person. I worry most of them will crack (not necessarily a bad thing), just…time is growing short. Much humbling still to take place all round.
PKD, The HomoPlasmate & The Battle Against the EMpire.
You know Philip K. Dick, science-fiction writer? Maybe you don’t know you know him; either way…you do. He’s tied to major motion pictures of our time. Since 1982, when Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner (based on Dick’s novel, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?) made its debut, eight feature films based on Dick’s fiction have appeared, the other seven being Total Recall, The Minority Report, Screamers, Impostor, the French film Confessions d’un Barjo (based on Dick’s mainstream novel, Confessions of a Crap Artist), Paycheck, A Scanner Darkly.
In his own words…
“I am a fictionalizing philosopher, not a novelist; my novel & story-writing ability is employed as a means to formulate my perception. The core of my writing is not art but truth. Thus what I tell is the truth, yet I can do nothing to alleviate it, either by deed or explanation. Yet this seems somehow to help a certain kind of sensitive troubled person, for whom I speak. I think I understand the common ingredient in those whom my writing helps: they cannot or will not blunt their own intimations about the irrational, mysterious nature of reality, &, for them, my corpus is one long ratiocination regarding this inexplicable reality, an integration & presentation, analysis & response & personal history.”
~ from The Official Philip K. Dick Website
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In Particular I’m looking into Tractates Cryptica Scriptura. A portion of the Exegesis was published in his 1981 novel VALIS…which I’ll post below. In total though, there’s about 8,000 pages of text to the Scriptura that have never been published. 5 pages are available from the website.
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PKD coined the term Homoplasmate. I haven’t read VALIS btw…or any of his novels (yet). This is all what (little) I’ve collected off the web from others insights. I was looking up information on Terrence McKenna’s TimeWave Zero work (little on that as well)…and came across this page from diagnosis2012. It read…
“The Mayan-Aztec shaman, Quetza-Sha explains in an interview, that on 11/7/91, during the total eclipse over Mexico, a “sacred dimensional doorway of the equilibrium opened”, and this was the Return of Quetzalcoatl. This was the start of an information-download process, which Quetza-Sha describes using Philip K. Dick’s enigmatic terminology - “it will leave us plasmated with the Milliennary knowledge of the new time”.
In Valis, P.K. Dick defined plasmate as follows: “I term the immortal one a plasmate, because it is a form of energy; it is living information. It replicates itself - not through information or in information - but as information.”
This information is to prepare “for the dimensional birth of a new race that comes from the Pleiades.” PKD continued with: “The plasmate can crossbond with a human, creating what I call a homoplasmate. This annexes the mortal human permanently to the plasmate. We know this as “birth from above” or “birth from the Spirit”.”
The creation of new race is due to occur in 2012. “The year 2012 is not the destruction of the planet but is the transformation of the spirit, sexual energy, the energy of your heart and your mind in all the dimensions that of our existence in the solar system.” The process continues through 2024, with a fifth dimensional transformation, to 2029 when humans transform to 5d.
So…I googled for “homoplasmate”…with little success. From what I can gather PKDs visions began with the removal of impacted wisdom tooth. The filled codeine prescription from the dentists arrived at his door, by way of a blond woman baring an ICHTHYS (Christian Fish Symbol) around her neck….that appears to be where the downloading began, where PKD started experiencing and overlay of worlds. He refers to the “Plasmate” which is living information…synonymous with Christ Consciousness. It can be called down, in a request to bond (possibly in Baptism)…PKD says this intelligent lifeform works it’s way up the optic nerve, where it begins mating with the female brain…partnering with it…integrating symbitically into a new, higher-functioning, light being.
“The plasmate can crossbond with a human, creating what I call a homoplasmate. This annexes the mortal human permanently to the plasmate. We know this as the “birth from above” or “birth from the Spirit.” It was initiated by Christ, but the Empire destroyed all the homoplasmates before they could replicate”.
The Empire never ended……PKD repeats this throughout the entire Scriptura.
The Empire is the institution, the codification, of derangement; it is insane and imposes its insanity on us by violence, since its nature is a violent one.
To fight the Empire is to be infected by its derangement. This is a paradox: whoever defeats a segment of the Empire becomes the Empire; it proliferates like a virus, imposing its form on its enemies. Thereby it becomes its enemies.
Against the Empire is posed the living information, the plasmate or physician, which we know as the Holy Spirit or Christ discorporate. These are the two principles, the dark (the Empire) and the light (the plasmate). In the end, Mind will give victory to the latter. Each of us will die or survive according to which he aligns himself and his efforts with. Each of us contains a component of each. Eventually one or the other component will triumph in each human. Zoroaster knew this, because the Wise Mind informed him. He was the first savior. Four have lived in all. A fifth is about to be born, who will differ from the others: he will rule and he will judge us.
Someone made the connection between PKDs Empire, and LOTR, and I’m just gonna re-post what they wrote:
Dick believed that the Empire, the Black Iron Prison, the material world of bondage, ruled by the archons and the demiurge, had killed off the humans who had fused with Sophia, or crossbonded with the plasmate (ie, the homoplasmates), in order to protect itself. The plasmate didn’t disappear though, the living information was stored in the Nag Hammadi gnostic manuscripts. Their discovery in 1945, according to Dick, re-released it back into the world, where it began bonding with humans again.
He talks more about this in his novel VALIS. The return of the plasmate to the world meant that the secret gray-robed Christians redoubled their attacks.
Quote from: VALISWho had built the prison–and why–he could not say. But he could discern one good thing: the prison lay under attack. An organization of Christians, not regular Christians such as those who attended church every Sunday and prayed, but secret early Christians wearing light gray-colored robes, had started an assault on the prison, and with success. The secret, early Christians were filled with joy.“Fat, in his madness, understood the reason for their joy. This time the early, secret, gray-robed Christians would get the prison, rather than the other way around.”
As far as I understand it, the way the secret Christians lay siege to the Black Iron Prison is by taking things that are fake and inauthentic, and replacing them with things that are real, true and complete. Dick has an excellent essay about this, which should be required reading, in my opinion: How to build a universe that doesn’t fall apart two days later.
Interestingly, this theme of a secret grey-robed brotherhood fighting against the dark empire exists right out in the open in the middle of one of the most popular books of all time: Lord of the Rings. Specifically, when the Fellowship of the Ring leaves the elven paradisiacal forest of Lothlorien, Lady Galadriel gives them each a grey cloak to wear, which makes them invisible to the eyes of the servants of Mordor. From there, Frodo and Sam penetrate to the heart of darkness, right up to the lair of the Dark Lord himself, and unseat him from power. The True King, Aragorn, also returns to the land, and Gandalf is transfigured into a pure white being.
Mordor is basically analogous to Dick’s Empire, the Black Iron Prison, although perhaps it is pictured here before it has spread its darkness across the whole of the land.
Basically we are all very familiar with The Empire…it’s agenda, it’s workings, and the conspiracy that’s now unraveling around it. It is not, nor has it ever been a work of fiction. The Empire is a real thing, that’s killed countless real people…in it’s attempt to stay in control. But…………what about these Plasmates who have quietly been battling against them? PKD states that the Plasmates retreated for 2000 years after Christ, and were reintroduced into the world with the discovery (unveiling) of the Nag Hamadi scrolls. That the birth code was triggered in the words….and it is now awake, and bonding again into Homoplasmates…with those that choose this path. That within us all…lives the potential for integrating with the dark force or the light force. The choice is ours….although life ever-lasting is only obtained through Christ or the Plasmate.
The Archons are supposedly what make up The Empire, and where in the past…they have merely slaughtered all those in opposition..this time they are posing as the good guys…posing as the light, in the whole New Age movement. A intense campaign to bond with as many humans as possible before the Plasmates do. To occupy & control our brains, so that no new information (aka Plasmates) get in for rebirth…out of the Matrix and into the New World…the 5th World. The Archons are here. The Plasmates are here. The Battles for the souls of man has begun.
The Religious Experience of Philip K. Dick by R. Crumb (Comic Book)
Was going to post the whole Scriptura here, but will instead just give a link….HERE.
More Tuvan/Throat Singing…
Here’s some more great singing!
JUST TRY NOT TO DANCE! 
HOW ALIEN SOUNDING IS THIS STUFF?
MORE ALIENS…STRAIGHT FROM THE STAGE ON THE MOTHERSHIP
My inner feelings on this art? Beyond Words! It’s drawing in recent information surrounding the region of Turkey. Moving back as far as possible with ancient-wisdom…that’s where much is pointing. It’s also drawing in the Dragon Court, Queen, Vampire stuff…and of course the Alchemical/Shamanic ties, that appear anchored in the same region. Then…Siberia, and the Inuit…have also kept all these traditions alive. Their clothes for Christ’s sake! Breath-taking! Simply amazing people that embrace the most extreme conditions…and hold onto something far more ancient & advanced then modern people could ever imagine. Not hard to see!!! Everything about these people are beyond “human”.
I’m also feeling it’s key to the progress….with the manifestation, healing…the building of pyramids! All vibratory. It’s really to much to get into atm….but my new area of research/interest. There’s a wonderful whistling noise that’s produced with the throat-singing, and immediately I understood it to be the Language of the Birds. Not sure there’s much information to be had on that culture….the BirdMen? I’ll leave it up to synchronicity.
THIS WOMAN IS MY NEW SUPER-STAR!!! I’M TOTALLY ENAMORED WITH HER! SIMPLY IN LOVE WITH HER POWER!!! THIS WOMAN WOULD SCARE THE SHIT OF THE MIDNIGHT JUNGLE ANIMALS!!! 
Throat Singing…
The night before last, before going to bed…I asked the cosmos to aid me in a few tasks. I guess some would call it praying. I rarely ask for anything, since ultimately I know the work is my own responsibility. I also know that I already know what must be accomplished, or followed…but most often…it’s only laziness or distraction, or self that stands in the way. Asking for assistance always feels arrogant & foolish.
I asked just the same. Humbly. I asked for any form of insight that might lead me to 1) finding more energy 2) opening up blocked energy channels (esp. chest/throat/crown) 3) aid me in a smoother transition into the Fifth World. Within 24 I had an answer……………..Tuvan Throat Singing!
I didn’t even realize it when I stumbled across it in a very random podcast. I was here at Shadows in the Dark (Radio)…listening to “Eye of the Phoenix” show. There was a song played in the middle that grabbed hold of me, but no mention on the site of what it was. I’d never heard anything quite like it before, and…wanted more of it! The phoenix show wasn’t bad, but I was impatient listening to it…I randomly clicked on the next show, which was the Tuvan Throat Singing Interview. I still didn’t get the message at first, but I loved the show! Next thing I knew I was randomly searching the web for more Tuvan! The interest over-rode everything else I was doing.
The guy being interviewed was Steve Sklar from Khoomei.com (“The web’s most comprehensive site for Throat-Singing, Overtone Singing, Harmonic Singing, and Chanting”) Also offers Online Lessons!
Sklar in Action
It’s always irked me that I’m not musically inclined…much. I took trumpet, and played the recorder in grade school, was in choir, and LOVE music as an art form+. I always have this need to learn an instrument, more and more so lately. I even have instruments coming into my life. In the last year…an old trumpet, and banjo have arrived in my possession, as well as a few old harmonicas. I love the idea of harmonicas…not only for their sound, but the fact that they fit in yer pocket! I just never seem to have the time or focused-interest to sit down and dedicate myself to learning them. I sing a lot…to myself. Singing is easy, comforting, simple to do anywhere, any time. Blah, blah, blah…just in everyday terms…throat-singing fits perfectly into my schedule.
While I watching all these videos on youtube…I kept thinking…ever since I was a really young child I’ve done that strange thing with my voice. I don’t even know how to discribe it…where you loosen up your throat and make a strange, hollow, creaking door sound almost. deep, where it vibrate your throat. I’ve always done that, which is weird come to think of it. I’d lay in bed for hours playing around with that noise…seeing how long I could hold it & manipulate it. Anyway…………..I think I’ve been unconsciously throat-singing all the while. I’m also an Alto…just that I naturally have a deep, earthy voice. I don’t know…it was a very simple, clear answer to my request. Obviously it will work to open up the higher chakras, which will turn help with more energy, and raise vibration. All my requests were answers with one new practice/hobby…that’s FUN!!! So, how’s that for divine assistance!
Should I Boycott BlogTalkRadio?
I signed up for an account at BTR…thinking it would be fun (if I ever got around to it) to have a show where others could call in & exchange perspectives. Was the simplest solution for that. Then yesterday I came across some post on how they’d censored Vyzygoth’s show. Actually, deleted his entire account, and all his archives for airing an indepth look into events of 9/11. BTR states they’re against “conpiracy” issues, defamanition, etc. Of course is all about advertising revenue, but….
It’s not I’m focused on conspiracy. Everything to me a conspiracy of one sort or another. I’m just so not main-stream/acceptable. So…would be worth it? Is this a site I want to support? Is it worth taking advantage of what they’ve got to offer, and keep my fingers crossed that I don’t cross the line. I don’t even know where the fucking line is anymore. I’m also not sure I want to put that much effort or thought into what I’m putting out. I prefer things raw & unrefined. I don’t like operating from the mode of watching my ass, and being cautious. Curbs my creative flow!
I’ve searched other options. Well…still searching other options. There’s some open-source stuff. P2P, S2S, but I don’t want to get into anything intensive that taking up even more time. There’s the podcasting…pod-o-matic, or just posting the podcast quietly on my own server, on the D-L.
I don’t know. Can’t they just say…”the views and opinions voiced on the various shows don’t represent those of BTR”? Wouldn’t that be more mature?
Anyway….not important I guess. Like I don’t have a million other things to do then start a pseudo-radio show!
what a difference a day makes….24 little hours.
having to make space for yet another perspective. a BIG one. something again of the matrix within the matrix (within the matrix). could easily have lost my head about it in the middle of the night. had to just settle with what i was seeing….and not make any judgments on it. as is. wrote a lengthy explanation of the events of last night, but………alas, they’ve vanished. i knew when i was writing it. that it wouldn’t be allowed out. Not sure if it was a subconscious move on my part (protective measure), or some other intervention?!? It’s gone now….retelling it will not do it justice.
but it’s that super-trippy space where all the things that have never made sense, suddenly do, and that can be mind-blowing. snychronicity means something completely different now. and my ideas on death have been reestablished as well. death as awakening. as returning to life elsewhere. simplest to say…what if…what if we’re not who we believe we are? what if we’re not where we believe ourselves to be? what if dying is really a release from that? back to our ‘authentic’ self? etc, etc. if i put anymore stock into the events of last night. then i’m in a position where every crazy thought i’ve ever had is truth. and every truth that’s been sold is a complete and utter lie.
but………….just another one of those things i can’t put into words.
world of gods
amazing. trying to remember the exact order of event from this evening. too much.
think it began somehow…i was sitting on a wooden type swing seat, hanging over the hole of some cavernous shaft….being lowered down on ropes. i was with two others; a man and woman…i didn’t bother to get a look at. other observers. not important. we were lowered down to the floor of this expansive cave system. then it was like something else took hold of me. not exterior…like a distant part of myself. it walked me through the dimly lit cave, straight towards the back…to a central fire-pit area. as i walked, ghosts appeared. native american. not wispy, hollywood ghosts, but thin manifestations of powerful men that held certain spaces for their return. i felt that. i knew that. they wore ornate costumes. ghost dance costumes, laden with feathers, tassels, bells. all of them dancing round in the most intense, intentional rhythm. eying me like hawks. at the back a circle of native americans elders appeared, the chief in the center. he knew me. he had been waiting for me..
the other two i was with had followed me to the back. we all sat watching as the ritual unfolded. more dancing, more smoke, and visions. beautiful & intoxicating. a boy, maybe 12…came last and danced around the fire. he was holding a dead raven in his out-stretched hands…and crying some song to it, as he moved around…mourning it. he made his way to me, and…i couldn’t move (as i said). he rubbed the bird in my face. he held it by it’s body, with it’s wings outstretched…and rubbed the ravens face all over my eyes. it was soft. it caused me to immediately start hallucinating, so hard i fell to my hands and knees. everything shifting in and out of existence. between worlds. i can’t remember the exact visions now, but shortly afterward i found myself surrounded by predators. wild animals of all sorts….mostly big cats…lions, jags, tigers. but different…more prehistoric. they were all baring down on me. i was trapped beneath them…their hot breath streaming down on me. there was no sense these were ‘animals’…but highly intelligent beings. most of them were working to break me down psychologically, but one….was biting into my arm. hard…then it looked for a reaction. i gave none, except undivided eye contact…so it slowly sank it’s teeth in deeper and deeper…till i finally had to beg it to stop.
it didn’t. the biting meant nothing to him. eating me would mean nothing. what he wanted, what he really needed to satisfy himself with…was my weakness. then another got hold of my leg and began the same thing. every part of my body was in complete pain. slow, intentional pain. drawing out my weakness. save for the alpha with an incredible mane. he just watched. i begged them finally, with the idea that they mustn’t kill me, bcuz i was a queen. in my mind i was telling them, that i was one of them! they stopped penetrating, but with no release.
all i could muster…was to fall back a little against the wall of the cave where i was laying, and begin pulling the rock wall around me like a blanket. curling up in it for protection. retreating some. it wasn’t working well; parts of me were still exposed…and now being pulled on harder to keep me from shifting away. then suddenly i found myself falling into this open space behind the cave wall. it was completely enshrined in rock. a room in the dark, unknown…and full of high-tech equipment. was very odd and out of place.
but, immediately i recognized what it was. smoke and mirrors for the show i had witnessed earlier in the circle. behind the complete, super-natural visions that had taken place in the sacred circle…there was technical equipment to be had. it mentally threw off one half of me off. the other half understood exactly. i unfurled myself from the rock covering…and pulled the alpha male lion into the space to show him. i’m not sure why i need to show the cats, but i did! i said, “see! see! all this time they’ve been tricking you into believing they were more powerful then you. they’ve been playing everyone”.
this is strange, bcuz in my soul…it’s not how i feel about native americans at all! but another part of me knows beyond that. knows about the place where that technology comes from. the next thing i knew…i was being sucked ‘back’ there.
i was in some house, or rather…grand foyer system, much like the cave system, but this one entirely comprised of ornately carved, dark wood. everything was wooden. guards stood in all four corners of every room i moved through…and a serious man in white appeared from nowhere and began following me around with a scroll in his hands. reading it over silently to himself. finally he confronted me when i’d given up on finding my way out. i can’t remember what he said. basically what i already knew (i think)…that i’d returned, that i was expected, and that i wasn’t leaving anytime soon. i was ushered through more rooms, each one more elaborate and larger then the next. finally i ended up at the doors of a conservatory of sorts. inside a woman was pacing back and forth rather manic. i was left at the entrance…and entered of my own accord. i sat down near the woman, who…with her back to me all the while…sat at a large drafting table. without turning round…she was stunning. thin, lanky, dressed in a slinky gown of sorts that was barely holding on. when she turned round pulling her long, waist-length, black hair out of her face…she was gorgeous…almost too pretty. and looked to be a mix of egyptian & asian. she was the embodiment of the villainess. sexy, shrewd, contemptuous, and…she didn’t like me at all.
i don’t remember her exact (one-sided) conversation either….except, that i was in fact greatly in the way for her return back here. to earth. the very thing she was obsessing with, with the pacing, and pouring over the details on her desk…making sure every, single facet was in place. waiting…waiting for the exact moment to move. she did take a small amount of time to mock me, and then she called to have me removed. basically i was left to wander around this zone between worlds. this ancient way-station…till the end of time, or whenever. straightaway i set to escaping, which is no easy task as anyone that’s ever been trapped in these complexes knows. they’re designed as labyrinths…with false hallways winding back unto themselves, false exits, doorways to nowhere, windows into other rooms, and so on. i moved towards what looked like daylight…and found myself in a monstrous, sculpture garden…that was actually inside the main house. light emitted from nowhere, with grass and gravel underfoot, and all sorts of botanicals, and trees…but was not truly any sort of outside with an escape of “open” sky. the sculptures were truly amazing in the most insane detail that said they might as well been petrified lifeforms, rather then carved. they were petrified lifeforms, that slowly started to waken as i entered the garden. first….all these tiny lizard details came to life. one here, another there…then attacking me with razor sharp teeth. everything was the color of soft, gray-lime. like stone….but moving now. demon looking creatures, and centaurs. i realize now that all of them were male. there were no females in this garden. only me. i managed to escape down more corridor systems and halls before the larger sculptures had fully awaken; fearing the worst = more attack. somewhere along the line, while still searching an escape…and trying not to get killed in the process….i turned a corner to come face to face with one of the sculptures. he was eying himself in a large mirror, amused. he spoke first without turning.
frustrating that all the conversations are so cloudy now. he explained that he was a god, and something about how he’d come to be trapped/imprisoned in stone for century upon century…till now. he turned finally, and looking at me…he told me in a very plain tone, “you’re a god too”. then moved into more of a deep reminiscing mode…speaking about how liberating it will be to be back on earth. he said, “shortly. we’ll be coming. three weeks from now. not long at all”.
three weeks? that would be between the 23rd of september & the 30th. although it was subconscious i understood that they’d be moving into bodies en mass at this time…and that only after that could others continue moving back to earth in their own prefered shape & form. “won’t that be exciting”? he said…breaking me from my thoughts….”to all be together again on earth”!?!
next thing i knew i was standing in a completely different complex. this one of the ancient-high-tech variety. folks mulling about, busy. i was given some typical spheel, and ushered around from one area to another. same theme….something seriously eventful in the next few weeks…that changes everything. i was being treated extremely *special*, and mentions here and there of my royal position. taken on a guided tour by a group of guards, and one public relations person. i remember sitting in a room by myself for a moment, waiting for some meeting of minds to be over, so i could be introduced to officials. a voice came out of nowhere…soft, feminine…saying, “you have to be ready to go, when the time comes! this is very important! you have to be ready to go!” i’m not sure what it means, but i made note of it. note: must be ready to go. 3 weeks gods begin to return. 
there was more PR stuff, and moving about through the complex, all pretty much mundane. till i left on my own to mull about, and happened to overhear more of the true agenda. again…something of getting me out of the way. detaining me till the coup was over. how i was a definite obstacle to their plans. so, the whole thing was some enlightened front. i attempted to make my get away, which was successful for a while, till they sent out these mini-drone fly deals….that swarmed around in pursuit…with tranquilizer darts up front and personal. eventually one got me….everything went black after that.
when i came to i was locked in a room. but managed to escape. not worth explaining. i remember working to make my way out of this massive complex, eventually reaching the surface, coming out on the roof somehow. looking around…it was like the forbidden city, but bigger. and entirely surrounded by water for as far as i could see. interesting thing were the dragon sculptures. the entire complex was surrounded by insanely huge dragons at least a hundred feet in length or more…that wrapped, head to tail around the entire perimeter of the city. larger ones standing erect at the corners, and others perched atop the roofs. dragons everywhere. i was making my way across the roof, examining which direction would be a wiser escape. none of them looked promising. when i happened to overhear a conversation on a balcony below me. i leaned over to see a group of chinese….a family. a ‘royal’ family. i’d been dealing with the bureaucracy underground, but now i was spying the sovereign family…who i immediately understood to be at odds with the controller down-under. i moved on the balcony and humbly addressed the eldest. there was a princess of sorts, her mother, and grandfather, and many court members, and guards (of a different variety). they had been waiting for me. they were kind & hospitable…they sized me up, laughed a little about how insignificant i appeared. what sort of shambles i was in….physically. they gave me many gifts, which were not opened, but set aside for ‘later‘….then a whole gaggle of girls. cute, little, china-doll, courtesans…hurried me off with them for grooming & primping. they’re only reason for existence, but the pampering was nice & easy in comparison to the earlier events.
this entire experience lasted straight through the night. it was early now…and i was beginning to stir awake. i just remember them going over subtle details while i drifted off….with attendants at my hands and feet, other massaging my body with oils, and herbs. the thick smell of incense that hung in the air. i was uselessly defenseless at that point. i remember individual words. “precious”, “protection”, “honorable”, “valuable”, “patient”, “preparation”, “great change”, “time is now”…and so on…as i finally stirred awake. leaving me with more questions then normal…in general the feeling i have about it isn’t dreadful. there’s something necessary about it. expected. almost normal feeling. there’s apprehension, but not fear based. still………….most things lately are subdued on the fear-factor scale. something is stirring the ENTIRE pot from the very bottom up…and everything feels homogenized & thick. i can’t place the normal, separatist emotions. i can’t feel much one way or the other.
i know this isn’t the case for everyone at the moment. seems only for those of us that are depth divers…that things have become a warm, constant buzz…that we can’t necessarily work with, or fight against. sort of suspended in the stew. it’s the surface dwellers that are having a hard time now. since they only catch what hits the surface…and it’s being stirred steady enough that it has to appearing as constant flux. i don’t know about the surface much…these days. all i know is that one has to drowned before they wake up. and it’s whole different environment down here. like a stormy sea on the surface, and distracting quiet beneath. either way……..it’s much weirdness all round.
