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It began and ended in silence. Initially life was quietly uncomfortable. With a cowardly naiveté and derelict response to that life, discomfort built up to torment. There was a silent inner turmoil which roiled without relief. Keeping it together on the outside required intense effort. The thought of losing control, and/or of somebody realizing the truth of where I was at created, and perpetuated, concentrated internal stress. Anxiety became a constant, in terms of maintaining the appearance of composure. All about, the framework of my threadbare normalcy was flying apart like a haystack in a hurricane. Inside was clamoring madness. Banging shriek emergency sirens of non stop alert. Remarkably, like some kind of sinister karmic backlash, as the outside world would quiet down, the inside world noise volume would ratchet up. Up. Up. Up!!! Mind splitting intensity rings would accompany the midnight silence. The blasting seemed inescapable. Thought to thought to racing thought crowded the day, and defined the night. Memories of sorely lost opportunities and squander would conspire with projections of failure, exposure, calamity, rejection, and shame to create the fevered internal atmosphere. A very real confused bewilderment, intensified by terror, would regularly drag me down into a desperation mind pit of exacerbated destitution, shredded hope, furious loneliness, needle point agony, and panic. This had to be hell. Where the ability, and strength, to go on came from, is anybody’s guess. This was supreme failure. Nature’s sheer constitutional resolve to survive had to be the only remaining resource that kept the struggling air of agony respirating in this pounding misery vessel; that and near ultimate gluttony. Something had to give, the screaming mind had become unrelentingly head splitting.

Occasionally, by chance, maniacal inside lives have moments of calm. Moments of accidental inactivity in which numb senses relax in a type of exhausted recoil. The overloaded mind stalls with a sort of synaptic short. Crowded thoughts log jam into a concentrated clog that imitates no thought. There is an echo of conscience; awareness. This unconscious, unsustainable mindfulness space, however, allows suspicious insight, and perhaps accidental contemplation. Is there something meaningful happening here? Is there something I’ve been missing? Is there only disastrous, calamitous, crashing, mind splitting struggle and failure in store? There’s subtly sure unsureness as the mental block eases. The thought race is on again. It begins rebuilding momentum, however, the thought plain has changed. With an overhead of doubt, I now began to consider making some kind of change, to better account for myself. The only issue was that the cacophonous hell blast had massive inertia. Turning it off, even turning it down, was beyond any conventional type of control or hope. It would be like silencing Times Square at a rush hour by holding up a quiet sign written on a matchbook. As hopeless as my case now seemed, a form of fate waited patiently to render salvation in an intense rebirthing destruction.

What follows can be likened closely to, a run at an indoor tractor pull. That’s just what it was like. There’s a souped up tractor, with wide open power, and no muffler. When it’s on, it’s fully on, and you hear every bit of it roar with ear ringing reverberation. Reverberating with thunderous, ear blasting, building shaking, decibal meter shattering noise explosion on a kill switch. So, the engine reaches it’s screaming peak of full horsepower, and the weight sled burdens the load to an eventual stop, the pull ends with the immediate and sudden cut of power and sound. All that remains is ringing echo suggesting silence. Quiet!? And so it was with the clamoring mind chaos racket. Sudden stop.

What’s this!? Circumstance dictates, there’s a violent scene; intensely violent. Time freezes; events proceed in a silent slow motion. Specific witness to the truth, effects surrender. I give up! In a split instant, the overcrowded cramped mind complex, of compact thought jams and hysterical noise, opened with a split like an obstinately resilient piñata finally dropping the contents in a shower. The released contents settled slowly, like snow foil confetti in a snow globe; gradually settling down while floating in the globe. Settled now, and now forever. The result defies conception, and ushers in a new belief system. As sure as sunlight. As sure as the moon. Rapture releases a sure reward; a magnificent comfort. There’s harmonious quiet, sublimely humming, in a concentrated silence and corresponding calm. The overriding characteristics of presence, bliss, sureness, okay, right now, okay, sure timeless bliss define the new state.

The journey now has come full circle; from panic to peace. There’s no guarantee of realizing liberation, freedom, and release. There is, however, by the Grace of God, the possibility. Wisdom is the fallout, manifest as knowing. Knowing that all the growling mind noise threats are the raw materials of sure calm. The real kind of internal calm that makes for effective cooperative purpose. Life comes into coherence. A very coherent awareness based on the realization that it’s not what is known, but how it’s known. Life is not something that needs to be mastered and endured. It can be sung into increased vibration and higher purpose expression. The byproduct the perspective change is transitional. From cacophony to harmony, torment to bliss, splintered distraction and division to union. It’s all one, and of one. If perceived a certain way, it’s overwhelming and tragic, conversely it’s also fulfilling, rewarding, elevating, and enlightening. Hazard, I may remain alert to lifestyles which result in distinct points of view. One way of living is trouble, the other not.

Hidden in an iron embankment / Shrouded by frozen tears / The daunting dream of salvation / Escapes remotely, avoiding malice and fear

With the sick world waiting / Plundered under a spell / An eyeglass observes the cosmic hostility field / A specter, a fuselage brimming with hell

Heroically fashioned / Lost to the mind of his own / Remarkable candor bliss in a cone / Specifically waiting, waiting fore wrong

Speckled in moon beam / A loss by the light / Darkness overweening it’s shortsighted sight / The hero vaults luminous psychotically bright

Pathways returning candid and clear / A hitchhiking thought dream / Dissolves in the near / Nearing of the fortune fable’s irradiant clap

So far for the blaspheme / Surrounded about / The hero’s hence love force / Cycling through to abound

The fortune so nearly / Subsumed; nearly drowned / The black artists have failed to / Account for a crown

Merciful favor has arrived / a space cap of frozen rock / Heralding a hidden major; major blast shock / As an asteroid block

The hero’s fell chariot / Delivering him hot / To the equivocal citizens / Of prison planet earth, it’s members alocked…

Liberal with love the sun sets in the east / Masterfully leaving, heaving, bereft / Stamped with a love calm immeasurably free / The spaced rock had hidden the liberated me.

There is an eerie disfunction unfolding. The disfunction of separation from source. Routine, and accelerated planetary resource rape is the order. It’s required to meet the constructed demand for luxury. Luxurious fulfillment on demand, without regard for fairness, stewardship, sanctity, or harmony. Man is thus in nature and not of it. The desperate and perpetuated schism of man from the environment is splattering in forensic decay. Splaying through an aperture in a celluloid control screen with tabloid proliferation, and sourced from a of hollow fraud authority cacophony noise machine. We mimic blasphemy from antique insanity clauses initiated by draconian blood thieves, and their cowardly sycophantic opportunists of pleasure drills. In the progression of exploitation and demand, the need for increasing levels of control assertion has reached the limits of sustainability, and audacity. There are legends which say that Nature’s kingdom was informed of man’s ‘special’ arrival, but the conclusion is like damnation itself. It is so incredibly toxic. It’s toxic with, what really seems like, majority consent; tacit and aggressive consent. The demands on nature to relinquish it’s bounty has created a wild imbalance. The imbalance of grinding up pure resource while spewing and spitting out waste. Toxic waste! We’re not long for this world, and stark evidence has gained tsunami surge proportion. Now what happens when we can’t rely on the natural world we really are apart of? So hugely short sighted! Like Dylan said, “It’s a hard rain gonna fall.”

The consequence of man’s schism with the natural world has many facets. A forgotten connection to our reality is that to the weather. I recently re-listened to Andrew Bartzis being interviewed by Sean Stone. Andrew pointed out that the weather is our collective consciousness coming together. Cultures realizing the intrinsic connection to the whole, know that they are participating in the manifestation of nature’s expression. Nature in harmony with itself. Reverence, veneration, respect, and cooperation characterize the relationship to the whole in native cultural traditions. The rain dance comes to mind. I looked it up. As with most topic searches, a wikipedia article pops up. In the Rainmaking (ritual) wiki article it reads, “Rainmaking is a weather modification ritual that attempts to invoke rain.” This is the first sentence. Weather modification?! Not weather cooperation, but control. Even the concept of cohesion and connection is perverted. The interconnectedness of life, the living, and that which supports it are lost to the modern narrative. Driven out by those that can, and do, modify as much of reality that they can get their fangs in. The result of driven distortion is collective identity crisis, lost effective mythology, and rampant confusion. Confusion manifest all about; in ourselves, or culture, our facts, our purpose, and our weather. Either by inversion, or extremity, the climate is coming apart at the seams. It’s lost and flailing, to and for connection to it’s creator. The fatally tragic truth is that it’s very creation has been part of an exploration exercise and control experiment. Weather modification is obvious. If it’s not the whiplash of extremes, it’s the growing list of terms, and definitions that have to be made up to describe meteorological phenomena that are so far from traditional that they have no coherent reference point. It’s astonishing that, in spite of a very real awakening, the prevailing consciousness is still characterized by denial of our manufactured ‘natural’ conditions.

Raising awareness and consciousness is the key to ultimately surviving catastrophe. Not only are we, individually and collectively, in need of tons of healing, stopping the poisoning and toxifying of the environment is key. It can’t happen a second too soon. We’ve all got our work cut out for us with regard to our own personal paradigm shifts, there is, however, an industrial overlay that is going to have to faced. Toxic poisoning at the macro level is breaking nature’s back. You cannot miss this absolute fact. A real preeminent example IS the climate. Routinely vacillating between extremes with unprecedented, unexplainable phenomena that are excused by the most ridiculous spoof science ignorance and speculation, speaks profoundly for it’s own lack of merit. The recent ‘science’ report that airplane wings reduce temperature, and enhance precipitation is just the latest ludicrous example of how we the people are being absolutely hung out to dry by the perpetrators of un-natural disaster. One can only imagine how much ice nucleation chemicals have to be added to air masses to make the temperatures reach extremes so low that they are not only much colder than at the poles of the planet on which they formed, but also colder than on Mars. I mean, really is this absurd enough!? Approaching a dire, desperate spot in planetary history may not have enough alert conditions to make it undeniable that we need to wake up and smell the ozone. but it would sure be nice to think it would.

Imagine a planetary society under the influence of scientific and engineering control. A societal planet ship sailing the cosmic sea, on waves of events, cause and effect; effect and cause. It’s story may be anecdotal. It may be fictional and/or factual. It may be temporary. It may be eternal. Regardless, it is a story that has reached a modern industrial expression form that one might refer to as advanced. The ship carries a collective, it’s mind, and a boat load of karma that has been growing exponentially. It has sailed into the perimeter of a vast vortex. A whirlpool, imagined, by suspiciously trained unconscious conscientious deliberation, in the space-time fabric. The initial forces of a whirlpool vortex current are subtle. There is little indication that the ship has entered a field of attraction, nor that, without distinction, a secretive guidance navigation captaincy, by IT’S will, has directed the whole into the faint introduction zone of the vortex. Though virtually unnoticeable, the ship’s course has begun the circle. Oh premonition, Oh vision. Oh yes. Oh no.

The self installed captaincy operates by subterfuge. Hiding behind a lies; series of lies. Self service objectives are paramount for this faction, and disharmony and dichotomy is requisite to secure the co-opted fortune. Life on the ship is affected by the atmosphere of limitation, control, inauthenticity, and deceit resulting from the self serving history narrative spun to portray conquest driven idolatry mongers as divine heroes, liberators, and freedom ambassadors of manifest destiny. Identity confusion and crisis results, and a consequent collective nervous breakdown follows. News feeds in the modern tech/industry world are like schizophrenic maelstroms of fallacy defense panic. Alertness and awareness develops with progressively liberating, free information sources and intrepid truth agents, organically exposing the traditional mainstream narration factories and “news” outlets for the fiction frauds they are. As if the ludicrous repetition of obviously concocted script read news cycle redundancy (aka demonizing leaders of sovereign nations to justify imperialistic occupations, etc. etc. etc.) weren’t enough to have it known that contemporary “official” reporting is farcical propaganda, and a sardonically sad joke. A bit of research into pre-spun breaking news makes it clear that factuality gets inverted, twisted, denied, and/or made up. There does, however, remain free thought, and it is having a resulting consciousness wake up that is, without a doubt, developing in the vacuum of sickness confusion that’s been whipped up by generations of power elite, who’ve made deliberate effort to control and harvest planetary resources. The gravity of the immediate state of the shared reality experience also spontaneously spawns awakening. It’s intense, infuriating, scary, stunning, challenging, inspiring, and freeing. Serious evidence that the immediacy of personal and environmental wellness is stat level serious. The society ship is picking up mad momentum, and picking it up fast. Health, wellness, cognitive, and environmental conditions are falling faster than Australia’s flying fox bats, toxifying as much as the the vast oceanic algae blooms, and spreading like radiation. The current extinction event indicates, that there is an event procession that is pointing directly to conclusion. The whirlpool current has gotten stronger; the rotation circle tighter. The physics of organic order take over.

There are points in the entry phase of the whirlpool influence area where it is able to be escaped. With the right kind of directed vector, the ultimate pull can be avoided. Rotating, however, into the the three dimensional parabola funnel neck of the whirlpool vortex changes that feature exponentially. Once in the neck, event intensity, rate, and consequence become virtually critical, and the inevitability of reaching singularity becomes near certain. Eventually, the escape velocity goes to infinity, there’s a threshold of no Relative return; beyond it, and you’re going down the drain. Eternity in a point! The societal ship is well into the whirlpool neck. Compressed more and more tightly into event collapse, individual sentient psyches, within the collective, reach their own ultimate status. Either wake to the truth, and deal with the corresponding shock tolerance challenge, or bury the head deeper into the sands of denial, and meet a very real penultimate truth while working to blot it out. ‘News’ outlets now must work unyieldingly to explain the absurd within pre-agreed normalcy biased context. Narration is pulling apart at the seams. The ship is being subsumed, and disappearing into a quantum field spiral. The energetic twist/tear/split, transformation, chaos, and reorder insists that the occupants of the cosmic vessel meet their immediate eternity in terms of madness and/or bliss. Spiritual, mystical, practical, and cooperative love practices will be the bastion of salvation and survival.

Lean into the inward spiral. Prayerfully, those that are still willing to think for themselves, humbly take a place in the line of collective leadership. By taking over the steerage of our ‘space’ ship, that the doggon controllers have long lost their control over, a steerage can be made for salvation. This means to point toward the singularity with selfless intent, rather than selfish. Go for it rather than resist. The atmosphere will immediately cleanse and freshen. Quantum levels of solution based remedy will flash fill all the currently sickened areas of life, economy, and environment. The issue will be reconciliation. The actual experience is undoubtedly catastrophic from any thing line a conventional point view. ‘Making it’ in the survival of madness and death sense will require largely new found levels of faith, acceptance, and trust. The mystic rises as the paradigm falls apart. Entropy races in focused compression into it’s negative anti. Recuperation! Creation! Mass chaos at the astrological scale and re-order. The ship, and all on it, have de-ceased. The concept thoughts of the previous expressions are unrecognizable from there former. Now, however, the collapse compression is fully released in the miraculous transcendent conversion of compression to expansion, genocide to genesis, ignominious decay to fruition, condemnation to compassion, judgement to assessment, death to life, and symbiosis of dark/light in more potentials than the most far out fractal can describe. The event is fully on. It’s survivable… Hang on. Imagine we’re here. Mercy! Mercy! It’s ok.

The corporations that claim ownership of societal narration, governments,  the land, and everything on it have, by absurdity, jettisoned their credibility. Free thought pioneers recognizing the threat-lie perpetuated by hijacked official sources, are above control, and awake. Their exposure efforts are resulting in a chain reaction wake up. Social controllers are neurotic panic artists to begin with, but now it’s industrial panic. The result is the embargo of corporate good will, voracity, and justice. With exponential rapidity, societal/cultural procession has reached a singularity of futility and failure, promise and prayer. Necessarily, the ground of natural order, or balance correction, is now firmly established for a quantum paradigm shift. Survival, as it is, of memorial will, is going to require a higher degree of truth acceptance than the majority know right now. That acceptance leads to disconnection from the control grid, and control agencies are in the throes of intense application of toxic control element dispersion in order to hold back the building tide of positive awareness. The resulting environmental impact is heavy duty. Living conditions suffer, and suffer big time. Health disorders, collective un-wellness, and the proceeding biodiversity crash make it obvious that living creatures of planet earth need a protection plan that supersedes the security sham plan we’re told is, “for our own good”, and to keep us safe. The vast majority of human populations are having a security plan imposed on them by an untrustworthy complex. The Hegelian Dialectic in contemporary terms is at cosmic proportion, and the scientific eugenic controls are veiled in contradiction, secrecy, microwave science, and nano science making them hide-able and deniable. They’re not sensed in an ordinary way, but the fallout is unmistakable. Since the security plan, that’s being rammed down our throats, is being brought on by the same agents and agencies that also are the threat, it’s major league clear that any real protection has got to come from some where else.

While daydreaming awake, and contemplating what we’re exposed to in the environment, I perceived a field; a bio energy field with filtering features. A fluxing force field, tuned specifically to filter the harmful frequencies, metals, genes, and molecules that are industrially thrust upon us in the modern world. The dream field has a magnetic feature that prevents the atmospherically sprayed metal nano particles from reaching the lungs and skin. By not being absorbed, the negative neurological effects and cognitive damage that inhibits energy/spirit state raising is forestalled. Nervous system health is protected. A pineal contribution, to the wellness field, creates an EMF correction protection. Harmful microwaves are corrected so that the personal frequencies, which are of good health, are not skewed, interrupted, and interfered with. Much healthier biorhythmic flow, phase, and intensity is allowed, and body’s energies are protected. The personal force field acts as a UV filter so sunlight can be absorbed without the unwanted DNA damaging UV bands which interfere with our updating and DNA upgrades. Code health is protected. This filter field is a consciousness project of practice. The need for intuitive, wholistic, homeopathic, and shamanic help here is real. Prerequisite numero uno??? Wake up, and recognize the need.

The inversion of societal security and sustenance systems in the civilized world. (If you want to call it that.) is highly evolved. The systems are more harmful than helpful, and as harmful as ever. In accordance with the force field of protection, there’s got be to some very real cooperation. Cooperatively reunite with nature. Dig in on the interconnectedness of all. All our liberties and fortunes are inextricably linked. Access, access the rhythms of being; of well being. About and about the night-day phase of permanent, preeminent knowingness about the actuality of our individual wellness. Individual to collective growth illuminating and growing together with more and more peoples, species, and formerly outcast spontaneously disenfranchised provocateurs of incomprehensible conception. Outrage is in, and in without complaint. Abandon the full force concoction of normalcy for the formerly hidden truth of self and selves. Abandon conventional wisdom, embrace eternal diversity and paradox in the field of ok. Dig real food, clean water, fresh air, non-industrialized medicine, and an honest effort to harmonize acutely and overtly. Within the safety of the self generated filter field, a health and state of the being raises and integrates with being fields creating an amoebic collective of healing, rejuvenating a new wellness.

The atmosphere is growing of dwindling indifference. Compassion expressed for us and all, from me to you, you to you to me, to all, and everything everywhere in cosmically open love. The field filter, the toroidal field of our own, is in collection, buying each who brings it into effect, the enforcement of authenticity which overrides the techno-klepto system that is programmed to bleed us down. It’s indiscriminately killing everything in an omniblast of loss to the undead. The bleed out scenario is happening. It  goes through to termination. It can’t not. It’s been chosen by those that have rejected by source Light. For those of us under the influence of the energy harvest bleed out, we can wake out of the spell and choose the well. The ill filter field protects the soul of the sentient through the transcendental split of the awakening planetary rebirth salvation. Spirits unite in the encouragement schema; freedom, liberty, compassion and love protect.

It wasn’t him, and it was. Like an indecisive ghost in a mirror. As usual, he was driven by a carnal urge he could not resist. Again, and again, and again he would hit a wall of repressed desire. Lacking the courage to trust another with sharing his drive in the light, he resorted to hiding it in the dark. With each passing devastation, the realization of what he had done brought on an unwelcome shock form, resulting in the insistent burial of another guarded secret. No one can ever know. Remorse cut the mind like an antique plow through helpless earth.. Tendrils of denial pealed down like savaged cellophane in a hurricane. Preserving favor, and unfounded image, now ranked as an exceedingly high priority. Rationals of denial race, and rage, to desperate panic. “I’m not capable of this! I would never do that!”, his inside screamed. A hideous lie of unexpected proportion presents itself  in an imagination flash. If I never do it again, it’s as if it never happened! The destructive nature of this lie, the inherent conflict it seeded, and the inevitable collapse it forebode would be as sure as gravity.

Favor has fallen. Here, dressed in the dire consequence rags of grief, he began to wonder, “How did this get so screwed up?” Each compartment of life which had provided effective secrecy, satisfaction, and safety delay for so long, was crumbling with surges of exposure panic. Now the alternative versions of himself, that had allowed him to pursue unadulterated pleasure on impulse, began to conflict in convulsions; spastic pulses of rejection, misery, and failure. Hardship jolts vaulted on him from every angle. Identity trouble now slammed, as full on, identity crisis. Seemingly everyone, and everything was bearing down on him with feverish demand. Down came the demand for payment, compensation, and answers. Conflict reigned supreme. Now abjectly torn, emotionally blown apart, shredded, and left for forgotten waste. It sounded like a siren going off in the head. With no relief or reprieve, ideas of panic, and survival screamed. Alive!? In the colossal rip down he fell apart.

As had the internal collapse proceeded, so had the outside experience reality. Linked, the internal conflict had borne the external one. Proportional, outer manifest inner. Without effective realization of the kind, he had actually, inadvertently, created his reality. Indeed a prisoner of his own device. Presently, with all his potential harmonies asunder, He’s reduced to a walking, talking, creaking, contradiction in terms, arriving at the threshold of a death trip, to be known in the form of a supreme paradigm challenge. By choice, break and shift, or break and continue to the next level of intensified discord. Bleary exhaustion poured on like lava at night. With no push back remaining came resignation in peace and a voluptuous vision of curiously known hope. Alive breath streamed a fashion formerly unbelievable. It’s ok. Gratefully smashed, all resistance is totally lost. Through the vision emanates a personally full mandala. Requisite with the harmony of full on horror and majestic bliss, the formerly divided versions of his self united. In spite of imperfect recognition, the conflict melts into the All in All. By means of this exploded concept field the psychic growth spurt responds pleasantly calm to carry the dark gently, effortlessly into the withholding light field. Harmony and the instant eternity awareness now sinking blindly and deafly to a sensation suspension equaling purity. Hello. Welcome. You’re welcome alive. With conflict in retreat, souls heal, worlds streamline, promise blossoms, and spontaneous fruition joy explodes in mass gestures of copious volumes of love driven help and support. It’s ok!

The immediate now of our collective terrestrial experience can, and likely should, be characterized as being critically intense. The uncontested reality of planetary mass extinction of plant and animal speaks for itself. It’s a nightmare! A dark devastating destruction is happening in the blindness field of popular denial and unawareness. The unfolding dire straights reality is the manifestation of the wicked dark force vision of exploitation that knowingly, willfully, neurotically,  sacrifices life for a most exclusive personal greed gain. These dark un-dead beings, that can only experience life by stealing it, have mustered, and hijacked, enough influence to dominate a big part of the planetary reality with an illness vision which is leaving, basically all the rest of us, without the life sustaining, living, biospheric spaceship we call earth.  Two big balance components have now become virtually impossible to not see. One is multi various ecosystem implosions of environmental collapse all over the world. The other is the intentional poisoning of the land, sea, and space which is fueling it. Under the lie-guise of fraudulent narrative of economic necessity; finance and industry has put the local cosmic dream of super abundance in mad jeopardy. This is a contemporary problem, that right now, looks virtually impossible to solve. It is getting late; early.

Ready belief in the “impossible” is an ordinary normal in a dream. The absolute defiance of ordinary reality is common. The visionary self involves the imagination for captured truth without bound. To get inside, inside the molecule, inside the atom, and consciously affect it’s state in the unlimited expanse of it’s own possibility. Grow love. Grow compassion. Reduce hate/greed, and leeway freedom. The process begins, and continues by cycling survival gestalt. There are real dream body controls gripping all of us. By chemical influence, and mind/ritual control, dream wellness integrity suffers, and trails off in insignificance. Trivialized as something like another form of entertainment, the dream is largely missed and dismissed. If we’re gonna make it, and survive pending demise the current state of ourselves, the more ultimate selves, will need to come to the fore. Wake up, to our own, in the expanse of the Consciousness found form all about, and enhance the chance of transcending the death grind to survive.

Tendrils of expectancy in the forever void. Like genesis. Like creation. Infinity impresses it’s informal formality with subtle idea, imagery, and form flashing deja vu. Ideas in-sensed irregular regularity of instant wave form infinity points. Man, there’s a lot of room in here?! In the infinity of the infinitesimal flows residual possibility upon possibility upon possibility upon… The birth charge, a chakra, disappears and reappears remarkably disguised, shifted, removed, and re-figured with the flashing parameters of that which is in the immediate moment about the point of a collapsed wave function And now waiting, with the controlled calm anticipation of a spider monitoring the tension of it’s web, a watcher, a cosmic watcher, in the spawning dream field of possibility, to decide. Reality beckons. Silent dark perfecter; the curiosity spree of innocence and wonder. Tingling glisten charms a micro plasma squeeze of the crystal brilliance engine for creative luminosity. Expressive divine. Alert! It’s no one, nowhere, here, forever, and not. The sub atomic multi dimensional vertices twist the spacial  expression, and quantum state. Anything is possible. Self luminous and binding, the presage is flexing like breath.    … Inception of form.

It’s a dream. It’s a dream within a Dream. Awakening to the sensations of perhaps, definition, longing, love, and gesture. The walk spoil and wander bliss evaporative without atmosphere, or confinement rules, registers in an entanglement of perpetually confused blinding surprise, and sublime direction. Objective unity elusive, and unavoidable. It’s the making of the harmonious One in the divinity field of micro psych atomic harmony. To dream, to continue to dream, without proper identification, hesitation, confinement, or external control means expression purity, freedom, and quantum coincidental explosions of potentially flourishing life abundance. In purity, minus death throw control, and in spite of the failing pictures of exploitation and death from the goth vampiric “temporary” of planetary holographic perversion, love lurks. It lurks in the sub atomic molecular mind of infinite possibility, bliss, the paradox of truth, the restlessness of birthing clarity, peace, and the planetary dream body collective. It is self (selves) made. The timely desire, and voracious passion, for fullness drives the conjuring neurology engine into the mystic chi vastness of unlimited potential for light body ecstasy and abundance. Organically chosen by Nature’s wholistic desire, the ceiling of possibility explodes with wonder, horror, relentless attention, fairness, surprise, and joy. In communion and harmony with the spheres, as well as, the radioactive echo of creation, we witness beings may evolve as love agents in thriving communities of abundance, radiance, resiliency, and endurance; or, in disunion, not.  With enough persuasive force, temptation hovers relentlessly existential like dark seductive beauty, self serving defiance, unfairness, and secret flesh density pleasure lust. The fair antidote is the heart charm of light love desire, charity, and compassion. Create the scene formerly unseen, in which abundance shines in blossoms of cooperation, collective ecstasy, and Ground based veneration. The massive majestic minuscule dreamer beats inclusively in the field of totality.  Totality, Itself, has the inputer of true expression, eventual real information which results in reality manifest. We may lend ours in the body of It. Offer it to the greatest aspect of what may be by virtue, rightness, and surrounding inclusion calling, the dream(s) within the Dream and it’ll prove to heal our suffering contemporary now. If it’s life to be, let it…   Choice? Choice. Choice.

 

Reality is created, and de-created, by consciousness.  The characteristics of perceived reality is about the state and level of the present consciousness, evolving as a function of awareness. Penultimate awareness is unavailable to almost everyone, however, functional awareness isn’t. It seems fair to say that the quality of a reality is directly proportional to the quality of the experience for those experiencing it. So, the quality of local, to planetary, reality, and it’s evolution are in the balance. The logistic balance of, timeless, spaceless, awareness. Without succumbing to the outrage reports of regurgitated programmed redundancy, and facing up to reports of true, on the ground, intrepid reporting, it’s pressingly obvious that there are legions of individuals, and desperately real groups of people, plant, and animal, for whom life experience has become very difficult, distressing, diseased, and powerfully hostile, Not to mention that the planet is wildly polluted and having unprecedented burn down. There’s a dark force contribution to our mutually shared reality, and while it’s surely, cosmically, balanced by light, there’s a landslide of trouble for a lot of beings right now, and it speaks to an effectively gross lack of awareness among a substantial number of our fellow earthlings. Humans hold a lot of cards here! And it’s become clear we’re not playing with a full deck.

So, what do you know!? How is it known? How certain are beliefs? How willingly are beliefs challenged? Why? Why not? Questions, questions, and questions about the rudiments about what is known, why it’s known, and how consistent, even with itself, is it? For example, what do we believe, say, about the sturdiness of big city buildings? It’s fair to say that a nearly all of us belief that the construction is sound, sturdy, reliable, and virtually, totally safe. How many of us are reluctant to enter big buildings because we think it’s gonna come down with us in it, on it, or under it? Juxtapose this belief with the official story of WTC building 7’s collapse. Alert! Ignorance is not an excuse. Mutually exclusive believing is like the touchstone of the lack of awareness. The unfolding reality which proceeds from the corresponding consciousness of confoundingly confusing beliefs is dire. This example is a profound metaphor for the forced, and enforced, line of narrative crap that is force fed, and repeated through our, so called, civilized social systems of media, medicine, education, entertainment, and archive. It’s resulting in the take down of life by man’s own, founded in unawareness, choice.

Hope is in the explosion of the programmed “normal”. A vast, mass, psychic upheaval resulting in the displacement of trained, entrenched, willful ignorance and personal pleasure pursuit in favor of critical free thought, restored sensitivity for the extinction illness plight of so many of our fellow travelers, and a breakthrough of awareness about the placebo and industrial disintegration of our forgotten, denied, consciousness capacity. We make our reality. Internal un-wellness and unawareness roots the dystopian fever of helplessness, burnt skin, starvation, dashed promise, torturous cancer, neurologic decay, spellbinding stupidity, ultra violence, injustice, and hate. Meanwhile, the internally well trumpet the salvation of truth in the wailing refrain sounding conquer, “Wake up!”

What disunited, disconnected, selfishness sycophants fail to realize is that denial results in continuing down the power grip path of progressive failure; inevitably resulting in waste, distaste, and dishonorable inauthenticity; disaster! The unaware squander the positive postulates of bliss, and cultivate, ashes in the mouth, witness to the horror of materialistic greed. By the disfavor of forfeiting the essentials of enterprise, to the factions that have orchestrated choruses of discordant purposeful confusion for the expressed purpose of confusing and exploiting us and the world we’re on, we all sink through lowering energetic density levels to the really eventual death bottom of dark. There’s a turnaround in store, but are any of us prepared for the singularity transitive rapture it is!? Wake up! Re-look outside in.

Consciousness creates reality. What else could be expected for a big part of our personal/collective experience but hardship when we’ve got heads full of junk, ideas full of holes, disunity belief systems, blood/brains contaminated with aluminum, thiomersal (and who knows what else: vaccinations!), not to mention, intense opiate fentanyl proliferation, and massive environmental toxicity that’s being poured, pricked, and sprayed on us at an industrial rate. Meaningful color, light, and life experiences are fading from our temporal perceptibility like a none stop ebb tide. Not only is our ability to counteract this progression warped and handicapped by having no recognition, we largely don’t/can’t care. We’re apathetic! This fall is the cosmic PK effect of a Cartesian implosion that has secretively permeated the ground of our existence with the vast majority of humans providing tacit consent to the programming, all because other versions of ourselves, and ourselves, bought lies that were being created, and perpetuated, by self imposed authorities that never had a survivability stake in this planetary experience to begin with. This is resource exploitation at the galactic level, and the human mind capacity has dwindled down to the contempt place which has us really believing we’re the drivers of the universe through technology, and the the mystic is the one that is cracked. Wrong. Dead wrong.

The sure bright spot is in the awakened, free thinking, heroes that have realized that the true shame is in not challenging conventional norms, sharing stuff that “sounds nuts”, braving mockery and alienation, and providing wellness charity in the creative expressions of truth that ARE still accessible. By virtue of generous unitive prayer, compassion, love, random acts of kindness, that make life experience joyful, even if it’s only for an instant, and practicing an alertness which increases awareness we raise consciousness. Every, really every, little bit importantly counts.

Sitting on the back porch; taking a minute to collect some calm before starting the day. I’m just about to move, and then hesitate. There’s a noticeable approach at the perimeter of the yard. It’s a deer. It’s a medium sized deer. It steps over the threshold of camouflage, and into the yard. With a cautious deliberate pace it moves slowly, but surely across the back yard. The deer stops, looks roughly in this direction, flicks it’s ears, and finally reaches down to forage. In a frozen moment I see a star light shining directly behind-beyond the animal. A pin point star light is visible just above the feeding deer’s shoulders. What is that!?

I’m looking roughly to the south, or maybe a bit southeast into a wooded area. The light is coming from a point about 150 feet away. The light point is in front of a tree trunk, which is a dark screen background for the light point. It is just passed sunrise. While above the horizon, and creating daylight, the sun itself is blocked by the uphill direction to the east, and the trees between it and here. Transfixed by the light point, I’m caught staring directly at it. Hmmmm… It must be a water drop on the leaf of a small tree or bush. It was raining earlier this morning. A water drop; a star drop to be seen. It’s redirecting the sun ray right to my eye, and I’ve caught it. The star drop shines. Now brighter. Now fading, only to return growing even brighter still. Color!! Shades light green pink undulating and waving with the subtle breeze force on the leaf and it’s star drop. How temporary is this!? Not only is the sundial effect in motion, but the rain drop had to be right there, right then!! This star window drop, and rainbow prism, has an observer (randomly observing) here right now too. What a remarkable long shot! The chance of a freakishly far-out, total long shot!!

There is no separation in the inclusiveness of the moment, about which swings eternity. My being is this alertly present by chance and spiteful  preparation. By meditating to a minimum, the limitations of expectation, distraction, and disconnection, I’m available for this light stream of the current surrealistic fortune to reach me. The sheet of eternity spreads over the moment as awareness. Limited and capricious destiny collapses into a point; continuously regenerating as manifest flux and change. I am present by chance in the vast wonder of unknowing. All in a pin point, defiant of time and space, while immeasurably consistent with it. This is a spot metaphor for unbounded mystery, possibility, and the uncertainty of raw mysticism beaming it’s truth; anything is possible!. There is no separation. The sun, it’s light, the drop, and eye are synched, concurrent with the totality of all connected.  Bliss…

This is mind blowing! My consciousness implodes; then explodes about the far out possible odds of happening. To calculate the odds that those exact hydrogen atoms would fuse, releasing this stream of photonic light, that follows this specific cosmic path through the solar system, bending through this star drop, and reaching the eye of an accidentally prepared observer are beyond astronomical!! Statistically impossible, yet, beautifully sure. This is true of everything! There’s no such a thing as impossible. It’s belief based. Truth is a consciousness exploration. Now the still wonder point of observation transcends limitation by imagination. I’m reminded of William Blake’s observation, “Imagination is the body of God.” It feels strongly sure that now is the time to stick to the building mystic discipline, and practice, of dreaming reality to be, keep materialism in it’s proper holographic context, avoid down density controls, slow down, and remain as alert and aware as can be. Slow down. Slow down. There’s a better chance to catch It.