Author: jplivz@yahoo.com

Behind the veil of our ordinary consciousness resides a vision garden of source connectivity. Activated generationally by intrepid personal witness the dream visions establish the basis of our collective stories which reach beyond explanation and ordinary understanding. Animation of each vision story provides a life purpose driven into our awareness and provisional expression. It becomes our living witness to an intel-knowledge field which consistently reenforces the exact reason for being. Specifically, allegorically, symbolically we role play and repeat, activating dream vision bestowed truth, and providing ourselves with meaning and order. Carefully dedicated visionary guidance leads us, bringing our chaotic, random, confused digit schema to it’s forever meant new and higher state. Our ordered purpose place is well beyond the small scale immediate personal pleasure place of impermanence. Consequently we put ourselves on the path of spiritual ascension, bliss, power, and growth climaxing in orgasmic euphoria splendor. Continuing to participate in the journey, reanimating and reproducing the story experience, the vision power essence is affirmed, reenforced, and sustained for member upon member in a connection dance of promise. Participation results in authenticity and identification of our own lives, and The Order is given witness allowing it to be made manifest in spontaneous harmony. This potential reality awareness results in fulfillment when it is consistently chosen. The rites of the collective tradition evolves with mystical enlightenment, thus maintaining it’s contemporary dynamic relevance, and updating the direction toward the ultimate climactic expression. Ultimate survival depends on an unwarranted dedication to the vision story cause, and what we choose. The variable of choice, which makes life life, provides the deciding factor of how events and results play out.

The vision stories are the myths of time immemorial. By cultivation and dedication the life giving updates flow into being enhancing experience and elevating the collective consciousness. Any disruption or discontinuity retards our progress, splintering the collective, handicapping our abilities and effectiveness of growth. When prolonged disconnection exists a confusion of discordant identity loss prevails. At this point we’re on the path of atrophy and loss. Ultimate loss. Here is found the existence of dark art reward. The Lie. Life no longer flourishes. As in fatal death engine nightmares, destruction and death won’t end it. Darkness endures and endures becoming the agencies of consumption, decay, and waste characterized by poisonousness. Poison atmospheres, minds, and desires lack nourishment and promote deprivation by assumption, exploitation, and vampiric theft.

While anti life darkness spirits are necessary to maintain cosmic balance or choice, once chosen, or repeatedly chosen they have a remarkably strong tracking signal creating a nearly inescapable gravity field of darkness and fatality. Agents of frustration energies and retrograde enforce the bidding of despair gaining their temporary infusion of breath while the host sickens to perish.

The endurance path of decay, the agents of demise, and the spirit of anti life need to be acknowledged and identified by anyone endeavoring to follow the ascension path. The true matter of despair could be, and should be, experienced. Through the play acting vision animation practice we host the dark. In this way we come to realize the magnitude of our personal and collective choices. Without playing out, producing, and reproducing our vision field dramas of truth we lose the sustenance of importance magnitude of what we choose. The choice identity becomes as variable as the whim. Choices driven by immediate reward folly resultant in regressive series of seemingly  unrelated non coherent expressions of a confused body, characterized by contradiction and wasteful death madness. Enduring value is lost and forsaken by perceived reactionary need. Without help, huge help, and a likely random chance desire to accept it, tragedy fate is sealed. A sealed fate for the lost soul, and the lost soul collective, devolving down into everlasting inescapable dark. Meanwhile, the divergent path of ascension bliss traveled by light infused souls makes it’s progression with equal invitation. Finding our lost/forgotten part in the vision play of reward promise is to be a challenge, maintaining it challenging as well. The moment to moment dichotomous event theater proceeds. What is to be the choice?

Duped by the promise of luxury we inexplicably accept, in the blind faux bliss ignorance of virgin denial, the pollution of progress. We are vulnerable to envy, thus making us likely candidates for the sabotage of temptation. With the presentation of advantage and comfort we are lured into the fallacy of material promise. With increasing vengeance we defend our perceived gains in a vacuum of active cultural degeneration and injustice. How drearily forsaken our fortune is as we sell out for temporary convenience of competition and disgrace. Our substitute source of authenticity thus continues it’s march against the gradual whole of Creation (humanity and all life!)

This is where our departure from the rapture of our original story leaves us at Tragedy’s doorstep. While it may seem important to return to our basic rudiments, it seems more likely that our original fate of true bliss experience has proceeded with/and, or with/or without us. It’s no doubt helpful to recognize where we collectively, and individually, diverged from the ascension path, however, the task here is to get up to the ever ascending spirit field of resonant harmony. Wake up and catch up!

To be continued in activated vision production/reproduction…

The shift. The mind shift. The quantum mind shift from the illusionary material stuff exile place to the collective intuitive intangible mind freedom place puts us on the path of generational promise that is equality. From this our ascension begins and emanates. Only together are we to evolve to the cosmological field of evolution as our collective consciousness fills the Body of Creation. There are serious obstacles to cope with on this burgeoning pilgrims progress.

Agents of our undoing stand hidden in the way. They are perpetrators of the theft of our vitality and being, holding the material puppet strings of deception, deviation, and persuasion. They have willed their way into the vacuum of denial and lie, Satan’s Kingdom, languishing in a fitful, fearful envy field of undead. Vampiric parasites relying on the stolen energies of assumed prey… Us!! Without the ability to break through the paradigm of purposeful deception we remain locked in a claw battle of merry go round futility. A tragic battle that factually includes a truly bitter death march of latent violence, hate filled attack, lost souls, and worse. It provides the undead with the stolen assumed energies which sustain it’s black.

Wow?! Daunting undertaking of everyday life. Everyday life? I think so… Everyday life! Which dominant persuasion exists for us, and those we commune with? I must say the allure of the material is very noticeable and has a place in my motivation scheme. Surely many others as well. Noticeably pursued it is recognizable. It’s becoming more and more clear that the influences of importance have run their course, reaching a very real point of diminished return. There is a sense that a form of courage is required to make the shift. The metaphysical shift. The quantum shift. Now is the time to mechanically shift. Observe, seek out, and explore the counter material, counter culture realm. Mechanically give it attention. See what allure of promise it provides. Try for a minute to avoid the influence of the conformist conventional wisdom king with it’s backlash of illusionary reward. Both promise and tragedy beckon. Oh, the choice…

Darkness. In the dim. Dim darkening sidelight. Patterns. Systematic patterns sublime fractal experiments of thought being sights heard clearly. Sought through agents mad mind mimes pantomime permission. Aware of only and dreaming. The memory of survival longing wandering essence. In regret lost changling growing invisible. Awake lasting longly lost. Awake collapsing argue to remnant mountain classing heights foreign drop cream. Create. Create. Create and leave a master warning. Lost is our intention motive pure enduring to be and to be. The measure endurance forgotten to glass absorption the eternally unremitting unforgotten. Sensory relations to soothe the bastion mounting. Alas, start over.

The synthetic myth is a truth continuum quest. The reconciliation of seemingly divergent stories and themes. While being encouraged through authoritative judgement and criticism we arrive at a place of ignorance to our collective commonality. By contrasting our mythologies we will likely see the constant timeless coherence which might (if we break our conditioning) make us aware that we have no fundamental differences when it comes to the Source of our soul life experience and expressions. The differences we perpetuate and fortify have been impressed upon us by those hording power in their attempt to keep the common majority from unifying and knowing it’s great spiritual psychic magnificence potential which allows transcendence of ordinary reality and the spiritual evolution growth to the birthright of total freedom and ascension. Our biologic experience should enhance and help transform our essence by increasing our density through the feelings of profound joy. Bliss!  Yet the pilgrims progress is purposefully retarded leaving the mystical place of timeless eternity unavailable.

The agents denying this freedom experience are undead agents of darkness; agents of the Devil exploiting innocence while stealing as much life energy and vitality they can in the process. Without the constraints of ethics or morality the continuation of anti life scheming takes on it’s dressing. As long as we’re deprived (systematically deprived) of our ultimate story we will languish, atrophy, and decay. In effect many transcendental cases of transformation, transience, and ascension will be unfulfilled, thrown away, and wasted. Our collective good suffers.

It would seem to me that now is the time to evaluate what is of our essence, and ramp up the slow race toward survival space at any encouragement. While our lives, our awareness, and our consciousness can be manipulated and taken, we’re very likely to give it away without proper regard. The synthetic myth is a truth quest which when applied, told, felt, and realized will wake us from the engineered apathy and discouraging dichotomy which keeps us asleep and apart. The weakened collective is left more and more compromised in terms of it’s ability to access it’s humanity and destiny. Any degree of awakening is so welcome! The immediate benefit could be an improved connection to the Ultimate and Nature, prompting a release from our contradiction of Nature’s pure loving sanity and Eternal good will.

The seriousness of the matter is that we all fundamentally have the same story. A story so tremendous that it really can’t be put into words. Our story is myth relayed by allegory, symbolism, metaphor, parable, and song. Our mythology has been fractured, told in pieces by authorities that endeavor to use aspects of the whole for their own good. This means schism. This schism, originally and repetitively, deprives us of our connection to that which gives us life and supports it. While the majority are cast off to life loss, the minority perpetuate their own demise, and total demise, by becoming undead parasitic practitioners of dire disgrace. While ultimately Creation may have It’s desired expression, the guess is here that OUR collective destiny to develop in full is being severely handicapped. A more thoroughly complete mythic story can mend. The more complete story could provision elevated ideals, improved characters, better connections, greater awareness, and more than likely healthier sensitivity. To not know this mythology is sure to leave us bickering and contesting issues of no metaphysical value as our capacity for righteousness reduces and we rot.

The synthetic myth is a truth quest. By discernment we separate what’s helpful from what’s harmful allowing the bubbles of control, that the progenitors of control have created and perpetuated, to starve and erode while we pursue our spiritual, actual, intentional incarnation. All stories, from the primitive to the creative, and all of history’s culture marvels are welcome to inclusion. May the awakening proceed.

Light. The properties and characteristics of light. What it means to us, and it’s essence in creation. The bending of light which makes a straight straw appear bent at the surface of water. The distortions of figures reflecting from warped mirrors. The colors from white which separate and reintegrate through prisms. The imagination spawned by the contemplation of light’s emanation and passing. The wonder phenomena… Light.

Just sitting here with this goldfish. He lives in a vase. He’s swimming in place with his nose pressed against the inside of his space. Curiosity and activity have him swimming in this relatively small confined interior home. The vase is shaped like an apple with a sort of hour glass type of top which opens to the air through an inverted like glass cone. He swims. He swims. He swims to the inside of the top of the apple curve as it turns to the would be stem. He disappears!! There’s the feather fabric looking tail waving out of the invisibility. The imagination fires. Convex invisibility!

Now exploring a relaxed mindscape to chance and physical feature a clarity arrives. He’s right here and I can’t see him. The fish is nowhere, and right here. The convex glass. The water. The disappearing fish. A dimensional trick? A light property observation without knowing how to explain it or understand. All that’s clear is that he can’t be seen when we’re in these relative spots.

Could light be affected the same way by another means of warping the space/time it’s passing through? If yes, that means there is wide open possibility of the presence of things/entities here in a blind spot. Right here? Anywhere… Fever pitched mind excite! Access to a dimensional realm by intelligence. Access to a dimensional realm by consciousness. The mystic realm, the shamanic realm, inter dimensions, clairvoyance, awareness, suspicion, and intuition all seem terrifically real and regular right now. The great beyond feels present, not only without, but very much within. Excitedly, I think of the potential. At this moment I do not take for granted that perceptible reality is at all reliable. The realization of the potential for understanding beyond knowing by intuitive feeling has never seemed more valid. The importance of honoring the vastness of temporal limitations settles in. And respect grows for the importance of trying to maintain a quiet mind. As the fish swims back into the blindspot of convex invisibility the refrain rings and rings,”‘There’s more than meets the eye!”

What is happening? I am finding a strange internal response to a serious current events issue. I firmly believe that we are, and everything is, experiencing a multi various toxic assault. Yet I’m having difficulty staying motivated and active in helping to raise awareness about geoengineering. Geoengineering is a total crime and like a metaphor for the theft of freedom. This modification engineering phenomena often reduces me to distraction with frustration and outrage! The urgency, however, of consistent activation I’m finding unsustainable with apathy. This attitude is difficult to reconcile. It’s not enough to merely complain. I really believe this intense anti life attack is taking place. How can I not react strongly in an effort to protect myself and everything I care about? It’s clear we’re being poisoned. Where is my survival instinct!?

Pause. Pause. Take a deep breath. (How ironic is that?) Consider the personal experience path so far regarding this issue.

Geoengineering was first brought to my attention about three years ago. “Yeah sure. A plane with a white trail behind it. Big deal.” The scene was explained to me in terms I no longer recall other than “intentional” and “not good”. It was also suggested I look up Dane Wiggington. This is the point where the story of response goes from apathetic to apoplectic! The surface of the geoengineering topic barely required a scratch before it exploded into my biologic main frame! What!?

A form of enlightenment caused all conspiratorial topics crash into the psyche with plausibility The mind door cracks to possibility. The story of 911 being an inside job. The idea that social systems are rigged to keep us under control. Social system rigging along with rigged financial systems, media systems, medical systems, religious systems, education systems, and government systems. All bursting with technological inertia meant to overwhelm the attention of those exposed. Literally overwhelming everything living biologically and conscientiously. This is what initially motivated me to try to inform others, and myself, about the state of our collective found reality. This effort has been met with responses which leave me personally discouraged. Hardly anybody cares, and the visitation of the topic really seems to put people off. I don’t feel like I can afford to alienate important people in my life. The realization of this happening, and a loss of the sense of urgency has me stalled. Could the stall be beneficial?

Grappling the tug of war between action and inaction in an awareness cause to help get geoengineering pushed into the collective conscious has forced a soul search necessity and a solution searching prayer practice. This feels too important to ignore. What to do?

The realization sets in about the benefits of seeking, and having sought, within and without for a direction path that works. Following down the rabbit hole of research has brought a sub culture of intuitive, imaginative, free thinking people into view. These intuitive people are very intriguing. Along with the independent investigative journalists of our time is found a sharing of information, awareness, memories, ideas, intuition,  imagination, realization, and hope. Through conversations, interviews, and lectures it has been possible to recognize a reality of direction and purpose in the cause of promoting the common good, and transcending the daunting difficulties of our time.

Now conviction. The conviction of accessing a faith based progressive life of transcendence and ascension built on the the coherent stories regarding Life, life on earth, and my spot in it evolves. It feels abundantly possible to activate in an awareness building solution without having to offend the sensibilities of those around. The stall prayer filled pause is working it’s benefit in calm. In this calm the starting point is clear. I cannot afford to be controlled or subsumed by the control agents that are clearly making this domination effort. To this end I state clearly that I do not permit that to happen. I do not give permission to anyone or anything to take my vitality, energies, or imagination power. While the onslaught continues I repeat, “I do not give permission for any entity to steal the properties of my life. I will choose with That which I will align!”

What’s to say that the path of technological industrial progression has been the only or right one. There are certainly unexplored as well as discouraged paths of tech discovery and application. What about alternate moral ethical application? This inquiry produces a queer feeling of suspicion. I’m suspicious that the exploitation of limited natural resources, and the corresponding blame for the negative effects of industrialization is reaching it’s climax. Pondering the seminal crossroad spots in the industrial time line spotlight the butterfly effect. The butterfly effect of Wardenclyffe Tower is the point of departure for this consideration. What was happening with that tower? What energy potential was it tapping? Was this to be a free energy enterprise? Was the idea stolen, hoarded, and twisted to be used for the benefit of a few at the top of the industrial pyramid? Nikola Tesla’s story is big about intuitive genius, and how his technology was stolen. The potential for a shape shifted timeline is immense. Social evolution hinges on critical path choices made by agents of industry. Individual and collective power motives have set the stage for the realization of sustainability, or the lack thereof. Symbolized in Wardenclyffe is the possibility of knowing an entirely different world and social reality. This whole contemplation brings on a feeling of constrictive straight jacket pressure. The pressure of knowing that imagination freedom to benefit the common good is routinely commandeered by the power leveraged few for their own monopolistic inclination. Now how do we, the greater collective, Houdini out of this straight jacket of deprivation and theft?

Lurching for the truth of reality. What is the essence of righteousness? I mean the captains of finance and industry have persuaded us that we would benefit from having, and gain greater life quality by using/possessing their products. In some cases we’re told we need these things. Then we’re blamed for the negative side effects of the self same production. The carbon footprint stuff. This is where we suffer from a story which lacks coherence. Our ability to know ourselves, and our right place depends on the truth of our story, and there is no doubt it’s being withheld, manipulated, distorted, and falsified. This is where we suffer from a weak mythological backbone. Help here is of significant importance. It seems clear we need it. But what will have us want it?

The desperation of our common cause may eventually take hold. With life guidance we see that the collective holds the true power. Real power is totally immaterial! The compass of effective morality sets itself, we follow. Then we see, feel, and execute the principle of balancing personal gain with the common good. We encroach on core coherence as belief systems boil in the refinement vessel of common sense and calm reason. The truth path allows transcendence of credited  difference fabrications, thus synthesizing our stories into a fused story of familiarity to so so many. It’s possible. It’s available. It’s real.

We’re reaching a climax of events which will provide an ultimatum display. The synthetic mythology is a means of knowing each other, realizing a common truth, while our current timeline proceeds with a chance for survivability.

 

The synthetic myth is a truth evaluation