Category: mythology

Revelations crashing all around the gasping thoughts of remaining hope. Hope, for the end of the flagrant insanity which has become omnipresent to every sense, runs thin. Moment to moment cataclysmic dread consumes any remaining countenance of calm. And as dread fills in, visions about shreds of innocence are put to the match. Another surge of complaint mania anger rushes to the surface of personal expression. What about the loss! Look at the crime! We’re under death attack! Evil is organized! We’re all in incredible peril! More and more comes the response of unrestrained ignorance and contempt. Words all seem to ring meaningless in an exasperated race to persuasion. The fundamental commitment to civility is breaking down. It’s breaking down, evaporating, and leaving a residue of hostility on the bottom of the soul. Corruption becomes complete when it’s surrendered to.

Thud, the knees hit the floor. Help…

It is not so much the discovery of truth as much as it is the re-discovery and repetition.

The Great North Wind regularly building, in the north and west, filling the horizon with the deep authority of the provisional power of creation. For millennia it’s poured out of the north with bracing strength and clean purity. So pure, in fact, that those in it’s path shield themselves from exposure and the purity burn. In the presence of the Wind there is no mistaking humanity’s humble metaphase place in the forever unfolding drama of Creation. In it’s wake is left the atmosphere of purity, virginity, health, and refreshment. In this air of deep hygiene and organic essence, everything absorbs cell depth deep release, nature exhales it’s ill to dispose while inhaling Origin’s rudiment molecule mix with birth’s perpetual promise; the promise of health support provision. Organically nature knows deference to the verity of conclusion, and the Great North Wind has provided it’s regular gifting of cleansing necessity and essential purity health support. The coordinate position is perfect. Left unmolested, there is no degree of high destiny or evolutionary fulfillment it cannot support. The Great North Wind is for and of the essence of Bio-life support and Life Giving Miracle.

The Great North Wind’s seasonal return in force has it’s familiar reminder. The defining chill, freeze ,snap, and snow. The snow. The snow? The snow! Walking across the back porch after a brief period of what appeared to be snow. Patches on the ground are covered by this stuff. It begs inspection. Just look at it. Pellets! The ground is coated with white pellets. It looks like a styrofoam mold that was scratched apart leaving all the styro-digit balls littering every where. I stop. The snow flake meditation takes hold. What exactly is snow?

The snowflake is an ice crystal. The crystal pattern is as individual as a finger print. The simple fact we learn as kids, no two are alike. When you stick out your hand and catch one, then maybe another, the flake crystals are right there to check out. If the hand is gloved the flakes don’t melt. Look, look, there, there, flake after flake land softly. What patterns?! As if the artist rendered an imaginative burst of unyielding creativity, the crystals are of complete intricate simplicity soft and innumerable, beautiful. Look around… Other than maybe sand on the beach, is there any better concept approaching infinity? The snowflake is the mystical signature crystal of the Great North Wind. Created in the magically true crystalline creation process. Masaru Emoto’s work here relates. Water is an information collector, a consciousness collector. The quality of the info, and the conscious intent affects the quality of water. Hence, the type of crystal formed signates the quality.  Higher quality positive renders more beautiful crystal, lower quality negative means less beautiful, approaching blotch like nothing ice, without any crystalline structure at all. The crystal belies the quality of the water which made it, and of the intent the water had collected. The Great North Wind’s snow crystals are legendary for their sublime intense beauty. The Wind’s pure intention is on display in it’s ravishing crystalline form. So what of these pellets!? Oh God! Oh Creation! Oh no!!

A sure feeling of prevailing fraud falls over me. Looking up through the roof window above I can see the skeletal high branches of the local tree begin to sway under the steel gray sky. I step outside, and view to the west in a growing breeze of offensive malice. Wave like cloud layers, shades of grey cover the sky. Crossing surely is a thin darker line, like would be drawn by turning one nob of an Etch A Sketch, the straight line smile of Satan’s cue. Malicious intent is on display in a vainglorious freak front approaching. A pelting sound begins, and I reach forward. Bouncing pellets ricochet in all different directions off most everything they hit, including my arm and hand. Some stick to be immediately viewed up close. It’s a pellet ball blob with no discernible crystal-ness at all. Low beauty crystal again! Conviction is sure, these are the signature droppings of a Life support consciousness imposter. As much as the Great North Wind’s intent is to help; this weather masquerading as winter means harm. This cannot cleanse. This is poison, and the gut knows it. We’re in a world of hurt that’s being systematically, scientifically, purposefully activated against us. This witness to deviant malice consciousness manifest in frozen pellets says two things. One is that I don’t need damn news stories to tell me we’re under attack. Two, something has seized, transferred, and captured the Great North Wind. Man, do we miss it now? A dark consciousness is locked in against us. Creation have mercy on us all.

There is no right way to do the wrong thing.

The original destabilizer; the lie. The big one; inequality. On it’s face it’s masked as a faux fairness, but we’ve been made to believe this lie, we’ve told it to ourselves, to others, and it’s been repeated. It’s the inequality lie; the anti-egalitarian, me first, fatality lie. It’s of the Devil, and it’s perpetuated through those that succumb to It’s temptation. With this persuasive spiritual component infused into any being, the lure is sure to profit oneself, ahead of everything else. The original lie feeds the need for manipulation, selfishness, secrecy, fallacy, and fraud; setting the prevailing course for hardship in a burgeoning rationality disaster realm. Alibi explanations and excuses now characterize correspondences to avoid detection, and more lies are necessary, fueling the security of secrecy and resulting in the eventual insanity result of end justifies the means belief. Left unchecked and able to grow, it can, and has resulted in material power of ill gotten gain. This is what we’re witnessing in our time. It has grown and grown. Unchecked long enough, the un sustainability imbalance of the cosmic latency equation breaks down as all the inhabitant souls in the collectively shared life bubble incrementally approach discharge. The potential difference in our current time/space place is not only massive; it’s increasing. It’s increasing rapidly. When it snaps… Heaven help us.

Unawareness keeps us on a collision course with catastrophe. Any metering off of the cataclysmic potency of material exploitation and inequality is going to require a shaking off of the current malaise. This malaise sleep state has been induced, and reenforced systematically over time; over lifetimes! We’re under a spell, and it’s deep. We’re at (actually well past) the point where the defense structure hiding the original lie has reached, and surpassed, the point of absurdity. Absurdity, and it’s defense, should catalyze awakening. I mean you can see why we might, right now, want to consider the current state of our collective story. The end justifying the means of our mad blind material first pursuant class has put us all in the cross hairs of doom. Unless we think we can readily exist without an ozone layer to our atmosphere, a genetic modification free food supply, radiation free fallout zone, contamination free air/land/water supply, a war free death supremacy hostility complex, a free fair working currency, and perhaps most importantly, an information free mind control program then there needs to be a quick contemporary checkup. We’re surrounded man. We’re surrounded, however, by absurdity. It’s clear. Is this the first step to a big awakening? Step back and look without the inclusion of “expert” analysis.

Three absurdities.

-The United States military budget is greater than the next eight countries military budgets combined (not to mention $6.5 trillion unaccounted for since the ’90’s) So where’s the military threat???

-Overlay the graph of scheduled vaccinations on top of the graph of rates of autism. It’s the identical graph!!!

-Emission controls galore on every combustion fire power source here on the ground, while planes are flying around leaving enough pollution exhaust to routinely fill the entire sky!!!

Only when we hear official explanations of these, and any number of other obvious realities, do the subjects get confusing. Absurdity on top of absurdity manufactured, accelerated, and defended. Where the hope lies inside of each of us to awaken is a crying question right now. Right here with me, the official narrative has hit a brick wall of solid discernment. Officially, I’m not buying a word of it. It’s absurd man. All energies, as positively as possible, now direct the best I (and as many as can be, we) have to enlightenment, compassion, service, and broad base judicial fairness. Om…   Om…   Om…   …

 

We’re talking about the acceptance of uncertainty, or the insistence of predictability.

How often to stop; stop and consider the world and our place in it? Here now begins a contemplation of the ecoworld that is much taken for granted. Standing here, on the back porch, breathing under the super moon night sky. There’s light bright shining off earth’s celestial satellite, leaving down on the land through an otherwise darkness back field littered by randomly small puffy patch vague and dark gray tissue clouds. Spreading moon shadows draft a photo negative appearance view about the landscape. Looking up, observing, noticing the moon’s brightness providing clarity of it’s own feature and of the night sky surrounding it. Brief cloud silhouette after cloud silhouette fade to disappearance with any growing distance from the shining moon. As each cloud patch approaches the lunar lamp it becomes gainingly visible. Passing closely by, or in front of the moon, a characteristic is evident; the characteristic is of color. Each wispy draft of cloud has a definite holograph hue of pale pink-violet cotton candy like light. Impurity?! This is it. It’s the spray trails, the atmospheric engineering fallout. The breathing continues in contemplative remark… What? This? This… Miasma!!

Stop and stay right here. Consider the view above. Continued contemplation on the condition brings on a strong sensational impact. It’s in the air. It’s everywhere! The tonnage, the shear volume and magnitude of all the spraying documented and detailed, now realized in total. It’s of nightmarish proportion and scale. It’s a disastrous nightmare. It’s really sinking in now. With incredible subtlety the wholesale permeation of every where all the time surrounding everything becomes materially known. Inescapable and inhaled with every breath, the molecular absorption has become a constant. So quietly these clouds bliss through the sky unaware of the toxic treason. Every single breath consumed by every single thing in saturation sum and blanketing. The oppression of insistence and anti life will takes hold, and I try to wrap the mind around this possibility. How can this be happening? How can it be allowed that this excruciating amount of purposeful pollution be allowed; allowed anywhere at anytime. We’re all in one gargantuan gas chamber! Recoiling and revolting my senses begin to smash with fury. But who to take it out on, and how?

A sense of disastrous hopelessness and dread is creeping right into the pit of my guts. Though dire failing destiny seems unavoidable in tragedy a filament of faith signals, “Don’t give up.” Taking a deep breath (how crazily ironic is that!?) and leaving room for any potential cast of harmony or hope to persuade it’s way into to the thought field, and it does. A memory of joy springs to mind. Another memory of pure like thankfulness for a recognized grace. Thank God for a big rudiment of life: that foundational principle which actually makes life real… freedom of choice. At this point the power of crippling insistence brought on by the contemplation of this asthmatic atmosphere, and the obscenity at large, works to the choice of giving, donating, service, and charity. The mind and body can be chemically contaminated, conditionally corrupted, or bent by control, but what I’m going to next do, I decide. The material panic race of the modern world may now go on without me. Obviously it doesn’t need permission, but in my mind and in my way I say, “You don’t have permission to control, impose, or poison me anymore.” This sentiment is found to feel strongly right now with conviction. The conviction is founded on the occasion of stopping, opening the eyes, and contemplating the view.    Peace…

The prerequisite for peace…

Justice

The earth is shifting; energetically shifting. Due to the intentional relentless assault on Mother Earth’s life support systems, earth’s survival requires this shift. While the agents and agencies of destruction have had their way in a kind of denial based normalcy, there are also agents of helpful support for healthy well being that are kind of hidden in our midst. Among these are beings, of help and harm, that did not incarnate here on earth. To get and begin to understand this ‘far out’ idea means major attitude, belief, stigma, and convention challenge. Crossing the threshold of the strictly terrestrial, to extra terrestrial agency and influence fictionally actually might help with the start. The galactic component of influence in our world has been systematically propagandized into the absurdity realm. By and large we think the ET suggestion is nuts, however, terrestrial  history becomes much more coherent, interesting, and alive when the ET is factored in. From inception through Sumer to Egypt and beyond the thread of unity connection ties our common history with enduring relevance. The issues are about, what humans were designed for, who designed us, and the threat that human freedom poses to the designers. Combine this with spiritual polarity reality (another purposefully distorted organic component), and we have the framework of awakening and awareness, or decay and collapse. This is a big story wrapped in the complexity of orchestrated confusion; a necessary confusion created and perpetuated by our designers to prevent the unity consciousness and harmony that would have us realize our ascension destiny, and render our designers (which are extra terrestrial) power deprived. Choice begins with knowing there is a choice. What to make of it?

As has been mentioned, compassion and service is the means of realizing the  energetic state which has us shift with earth to the higher vibrational state of abundance and well being promise. Choosing this path is almost counter intuitive. Based on the perpetuation of the fear ideas of fabricated threat shoved down our throats by powerful propagandists, we’re more likely to direct indignation, condemnation, and aggression outward to a world, and it’s inhabitants, we’ve been persuaded is hostile. Only when we begin to see clearly that our designers feed off of us when we’re in a fearful hostile state do we begin to get the real motivation behind disruptive social influences of orchestrated discord. This is the foundation of all the rigging to keep us down, and at each others throats. We’re talking about telepathic spiritual parasites, and extra terrestrial abusers. Ultimately they are animated by evil, and no degree of degeneracy, fallacy, or crime is beneath them. They know no bottom level of contempt or dishonor. It’s anti-life all the way. Evil is real. There is a choice.

By making the anti hostility life choice, and acting on it, we not only raise our vibrational energy, we deprive the parasite and the abusers. Choose righteousness enough, and guess what?? Energy for help grows, and that for harm shrinks. This is for the choosing for those that can break the disinformation manipulation lie spell. Chances are, many of us that have bought the bull shit will want to make a change, and begin gaining a faith confidence that will bring about a different contemporary reality. It seems remote, but it’s possible to assist our world in shifting to a much more just, peaceful, abundant, sustainable place. This is where the presently hidden, yet active, ET agents of help assistance can exercise their influence. The help is in our galactic realm. With any growing, awakening, activating collective terrestrial consciousness for life, an extra terrestrial agency alignment activates in it, and we begin to shake free of the domination controls that have been holding us way back as a race for an incredible amount of soul charge time. There are elements of internal truth that we each must face in order to start making a future of sustainable bounty real. Facing the truth is never easy, but the absolute truth is that it sets you free.

The prejudice to this topic is receding, but certainly entrenched. Relaxing and searching certain topics might loosen a channel of awareness… Galactic history… Quantum physics… DNA… Consciousness… Anunnaki and Hidden Technology… Bless this

Right outside this lazy summer home / you don’t have time to call your soul a critic, no / Right outside the lazy gate of winter’s summer home / wondering where the nuthatch winters, / wings a mile long just carried the bird away.

Wake up to find out / that you are the eyes of the World, / but the heart has its beaches / its homeland and thoughts of its own. / Wake now, discover that you / are the song that the morning brings / but the heart has its seasons / its evenings and songs of its own

There comes a redeemer / and he slowly too fades away / There follows a wagon  behind him / that’s loaded with clay / and seeds that were silent / all burst into bloom and decay / The night comes so quiet / and it’s close on the heels of the day

Wake up to find out / that you are the eyes of the world / but the heart has its beaches / its homeland and thoughts of its own / Wake now, discover that you / are the song that the morning brings / but the heart has its seasons / its evening and songs of its own

Sometimes we live no / particular way but our own / Sometimes we visit your country / and live in your home / Sometimes we ride on your horses / Sometimes we walk alone / Sometimes the songs that we hear / are just songs of our own

Wake up to find out / that you are the eyes of the world / but the heart has its beaches / its homeland and thoughts of its own / Wake now discover that you / are the song that the morning brings / but the heart has its seasons / its evenings and songs of its own

Robert Hunter – lyrics ; Jerry Garcia – music