Saturday, August 12, 2017

Goodbye Mom


My Mom passed away last month.  We were told by the doctors that it was one thing that she could overcome but later found out that it was another that she could not.  She was 82 years old.

We spent the latter part of our lives trying to save each other; she with her religion and me with my “spirituality.”   We were both mostly unsuccessful in our endeavors.

In the end, all we could do was love each other in spite of our differences.  And that we did.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

A God of Our Own Co-Creation


Would it be heretical to tell you that I’ve created my god based upon the lessons of my own life-experiences?  After all, everything else is really some sort of hand-me-down deity we are told to believe without question or suffer the consequences in this life as well as the next. 

Before dismissing this out of hand, let me tell you what my god is like compared to those found in religion. 

S/he is a balance of the divine masculine as well as the divine feminine.  The myth of the brutal god reveals a severe imbalance due to the lack of the divine feminine.  Those who would lose themselves in the New Age to hide from the responsibility of standing against our enslavers are an example of severe imbalance due to the lack of the divine masculine. 

As I see it, this entire machine of death is powered by these various religions.  They could not be sold to the fodder of these wars nor would they be allowed to continue without their influence.  But going from the fire of brutality to the dark waters of unaccountability is not the answer.

Life has shown us that we are co-creators in our world as our outer world reflects our inner level of consciousness.  If you wish to follow a religion that refuses to acknowledge your part in this misery that surrounds us that’s your business. 

But my god wants me to face the truth about myself and my condition, not grovel in the dirt of shame, rote memorization and ritualistic obeisance to a manufactured authority so I don’t have to take responsibility for my own behavior.    

My god wants me to use the brain I have been given and think for myself.  My god is not into human sacrifice of any kind as this is the behavior of a tyrant, a severely imbalanced and sadistic soul.  My god wants me to know that the gifts bestowed upon me were presented out of love and not meant to be turned into a weapon under threat.    

There’s a humility in understanding what we have received and a great sadness to watch humanity throw it all away by following a fear-based god run by a fear-based system used to dupe us into killing each other off. 

This is the future of religion.  It will either die by its own hand or fade away with the rest of the superstitions used to control humanity throughout the ages.  But something must take its place as this is the way we are put together.   

Let that something be of your own co-creation taken from your understanding of the life lessons you have received from Source for those seeking balance in their lives.  If you can’t bring yourself to do that, at least put your thoughts upon those who stood for something good in this life, rather than the tyrants that keep us at war with each other.

You will find that those who seek the truth will find their way to it.  The differences in the path that brought us here is what we are meant to add to the collective story.     

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Captain Chaos and His Minions of Hell


Will Trump be impeached for collusion with Russia?  How many dead bodies must Hillary crawl over to get back on top?  Will Bill O’Reilly replace Sean Spicer as Donald’s trump-et of lies?  Will any of this even matter after the balloon goes up?  Tune into the never-ending soap opera if you like.

I’m sorry, but American leaders working in collusion with Russian leaders, Israeli leaders, Saudi leaders and their various vassals throughout the world for global interests is old news.  The only thing being revealed is that the duplicity is now more out there in the open. 

The leaders of political parties we see at the highest levels are run by the same people we never see.  Therefore, I don’t particularly care what Captain Chaos and his minions of hell are up to these days, at least regarding their scripts.  It’s all part of the play, even if they impeach him.  Come to think of it, that would be a brilliant way to further intensify this destabilization program we now find ourselves in. And just in time for the Summer riots!

Of course, what makes the show so interesting is that the underlings are constantly being betrayed.  The patsy of the three-letter agency may be promised his freedom after playing his part in a false flag, but why risk keeping him around to talk?  The same goes for leaders in other countries, as allies of today become enemies of tomorrow.    

As for Trump, his character is old and dated.  It’s a scam that was never meant to last very long.  The snake-oil salesmen of the Old West knew when to get out of town before their lies caught up with them.  Trump has already been around too long and the revelations will continue.  Even in this society, I don’t think he can last.

What disturbs me is that this may have been the plan from the beginning.    

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Time After Time


As fate would have it, the patriot had survived the first wave of looters.  As he had surmised, after the climactic false-flag event and ensuing economic collapse, those controlling the government would, at first, leave the people to their own devices.  The beta-test of their response to Hurricane Katrina had told him that.   By the time the troops finally arrived, most were happy to trade their guns for food and protection from those of their own kind. 

But the patriot was not one of them.  Although he had prepared for all this, he knew that, if captured, he would be marched to the re-education camps where the sadistic scientific descendants of Project Paperclip could ply their trade upon him. 

As he saw the troops encroaching upon his property, the patriot knew it was the end.  He said a prayer to the universe to welcome him beyond the veil and racked a round into the chamber of his battle rifle.    

His world exploded in a blast of light as the thermal imaging that had guided the sniper and his bullet through the wall of his house had found its target.  The patriot had died instantly.

The funny thing was that those stories about near death experiences were true.  The patriot found himself above his own body watching the soldiers.  He had hoped it had been Chinese soldiers who had taken his life--but it was not.  One of them was kicking his body while another laughed.  The patriot laughed also.  They couldn’t hurt him anymore. 

But the sniper wasn’t laughing.  The shooting had done something to him.

The patriot didn’t know exactly where he was anymore.  He only knew that his greatest gift had accompanied him even after crossing over; the ability to grow in consciousness. 

Somehow, what had become of the sniper was always in the periphery of the patriot’s mind. He had seen how the sniper’s life had spiraled out of control since the day of his death.   

Soon after the shooting, the sniper got into a brawl at a bar.  His wife ended up leaving him as she could no longer handle his drunken rages.  He eventually lost his spot on the elite military team he had been on.  He could not get past the growing guilt.

The patriot wasn’t exactly sure where these glimpses he had of the sniper’s life came from.  But the tragic events were always known to him.   

The patriot watched the man who had once been a sniper sitting on his bed holding his handgun on his lap. 

At this moment, a woman in a flowing silk robe approached the patriot.  She was the first entity he had seen since his death.  The vision of the sniper with the gun remained in the background of his mind in a sort of suspended animation.  

“So, what do you think?” asked the woman.

“I don’t want him to take his own life,” said the patriot.

“Why not?” asked the woman.  “He took yours.”

“I don’t know,” said the patriot.  “He’s not what he used to be.  Maybe he will do some good for the resistance if he survives.”

“You want him to continue living?”

“Yes,” said the patriot.

“I’ll talk to him,” said the woman, disappearing from his sight. 

The vision of the sniper also vanished.  What replaced it were others he had never met.  They were with him here on the other side.  He knew intuitively that they too had been murdered. 

But the patriot soon realized that they couldn’t see him. “How did I get here?” asked the patriot to the woman who had now reappeared.  

In this realm, there are still a few veils that need to be pierced,” she said.  “When you asked that the life be spared of the man who murdered you, you graduated to the next level.  As you can see, you are not alone.”

“So, I’m being tested, even after death?”

“Only because you’ve made it this far,” the woman said.  “Sadly, most are not worth the effort as their inner journey ended while they were still in their body.  For many, their religions resulted in spiritual stagnation.  For others, the thirst for wealth and power altered their quest irrevocably.”

“But you put freedom above all else,” the woman continued.  “During the times in which you lived, doing anything else resulted in spiritual decay as all the institutions that the people served were corrupted at their core and resulted in systems of servitude.”

“With that being said, I have one more test for you before you can reach the next level,” she continued.

“What do you want of me?” the patriot asked.

“Are you willing to wait for him?” the woman asked.

“Who?  My killer?”

“Yes.”

“Wait for what?” the patriot asked.

The woman sighed.  “After the spirit departs from his body, he can never make it to the next level unless you accompany him.  And just to let you know, the man who shot you has done much for the cause of freedom.  And he has never used a gun again.” 

“How much time has passed since I died?” the patriot asked.

“Time here is not like it was in the dimension you left,” the woman said.

“What if the sniper had never changed his evil ways?” the patriot continued.

“Then you would not be given this test as he had chosen his way of life,” the woman said.

“So, the fate of his soul is in my hands?” the patriot asked.

“Not exactly,” the woman said.  “You can have an influence upon the karmic debt of your killer, but he must choose for himself whether to listen to me.  You see, I am your emissary in this cosmic communication.”

The patriot thought about his previous life and how for most of it his mind had been captured by both power-mongers and fools alike as well as the institutions he had so blindly served for so long.  He knew that he also could have been a traitor and a murderer had he not awakened from his spiritual slumber. 

“I will wait for him,” the patriot said.

“I’ll see what I can do,” said the woman who once again departed from him. 

Once he had made the decision, the other entities around him could now see him.  They were all waiting for their killers so they could accompany them on their eternal journey. 

Time being what it was there, they didn’t have long to wait. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Springtime


She came to me in the Springtime

Though I’d seen her face before

Like a light into the darkness

She always left me wanting more

 

Her vibrancy and beauty

Not so easy to ignore

Takes me back to my childhood

When I loved her even more

 

But still they violate her

In so many different ways

They crawl for banker’s money

As they dig their children’s graves

 

And now they bring this madness

Back inside the USA

They want to carve her up

In a thousand different ways

 

To those who have no connection

To leave her so exposed

You’ve lost all sense of reason

As your life comes to a close

 

She’ll fight back before you kill her

And the animals will too

So for those still uncommitted

It’s now time for you to choose

 

She still comes to me in Springtime

Though she doesn’t always stay

As now I know her well enough

There is nothing much to say

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Cult of Personality


A false-front to reality

The influential words

Stated with conviction

Can make logic sound absurd

 

When spoken with a certainty

The mind it can help sway

Of truthfulness and honesty

It often holds at bay

 

But just behind this grand facade

Where essence does reside

Sometimes the two will find their match

But most times they divide

 

The cult of personality

Yes, it’s as old as time

It offered Eve the apple

While it made her feel sublime

 

The enticement is to follow it

For it makes us feel so plain

Though we all have but two choices

And are subject to the same

 

It resurrects a brighter future

Of the past, it says no more

It wants not to remind you

Of the path it trod before

 

The cult of personality

Often comes to you in stealth

Perhaps its greatest enemy

Is to listen to yourself

 

Whether fault be placed upon the mask

That says what we long to hear

Penalty’s paid by the populace

For lending it their ear

 

Remember that a smile can be

A tool to mesmerize

If you wish to know the truth

Try looking in his eyes

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Predation Nation


I’ve been playing my saxophone more of late.  I’m not very good, but I can string together a tune by ear.  It reveals enough to me to know that I am being taught by something inside myself—and nowhere else.    

Everybody has qualities to teach them this but most don’t pay attention to the lessons given; unless there’s money in it.  Most remain at the same level all the way to the bitter end because they allow other lost souls to tell them what to believe, even regarding ourselves.     

As I’ve alluded to somewhat already, I come from a dysfunctional family.  It’s taken me years of inner work to free myself from its clutches, and still I remain only partly successful in overcoming its influences.       

But I also know that my parents had it worse than I did growing up.  And what they did foolishly was through unconscious conditioning and not out of malice.  That mentality is left to those at a higher level in this game. 

As with many of us, I’ve had a “hard row to hoe” (as my grandmother put it after understanding my mentality).  Bushwhacking to make our own trail is often fraught with peril.  I had an idea of what I was getting myself into a long time ago.  I just didn’t understand how difficult it would sometimes be.  But I’ve found that the well-traveled path turns into a conveyer belt somewhere down the line, and that’s not for me.    

Those who have tasted the whip of violence early in their lives react to this trauma in different ways.  But one of those ways is to be drawn to it.  Whether wearing a uniform or a mask, they like to inflict (and sometimes receive) pain.  In doing so, they repeat the cycle of violence which began at home.

I have no doubt that most who are now wearing a uniform are coming from this vicious cycle of abuse.  Why else would they continue to blindly serve the whims of predators threatening their own extinction? 

Again, most of this violence is rooted in child abuse, pure and simple.  Time for us to grow up and get past our conditioning.

This is not something that will change overnight as we’ve become a nation of predation with the greatest rewards coming to those who most diligently serve this depraved system.  And when I say system, I mean all of it, from the genocidal god we were taught to believe to the genocidal president that many still worship as a god.  This is no accident and fits into their control system quite well.

Do you not see the tyrant in you?  I certainly do in me.  But it is alien to my true nature and those who point it out when I become this conditioned response devoid of impulse-control are doing me a great service.

 This is how we overcome the predator in ourselves; by assisting others in their awakening we can overcome these same weaknesses.  That’s what true love is all about. 

But instead of working through our problems in a conscious and civilized manner, the use of force to gain compliance continues to be perpetrated by dysfunctional families across America.  Is it any wonder that these parents are now receiving the same treatment from their government?  This sick symbiotic relationship feeds upon itself and creates sadistic enforcers of a government that has now become a clear and present danger to what’s left of our liberty.      

In order to gain control of the situation, we must first transcend the psycho-spiritual traumas experienced by being a part of our own dysfunctional families.  Much of this lies in forgiveness.  With few exceptions, our parents didn’t know what they were doing as they were done in by their own unconscious parents. 

Here’s a thought.  Be thankful that you weren’t corrupted by parents who understood the abuse they were heaping upon you as it was all part of their Satanic “Cremation of care” sacrifice of their child so they would grow up to be as evil and psychopathic as them.  George W. Bush comes to mind. 

One way to break the spell of our conditioning is to reach a point where we can see the aberrant behavior of our parents reflected in ourselves.  The more awakened a mind, the less it will follow anything blindly, including its previous conditioning. 

When it comes to truth, you know or you don’t know.  And often, you don’t know why you know.  You just do.  And when enough of us wanting to follow that knowing becomes stronger than the outside influences, we will be on our way to no longer following anyone or anything on the outside that runs counter to this inner knowing. 

Time to drop our dysfunctional family of those who want power over us and start a new and better one that makes a conscious choice to live in harmony.