Unnatural Selection

The seers and the prophets remain cryptic. They wrap up their foreknowledge in blankets of metaphor and deem that no mortal will ever be qualified to discern the indiscernible. No mere mortal whose consciousness cringes at the cusp of everything dark and unknown could ever hope to not squander away everything precious. Could never attain the degree of awareness necessary to consider the myriad of blasphemies against all things natural. Is it really our destiny to compete for comfort and convenience? At what point in our lives did we decide that sharing was no longer the best policy? At what exact moment did we come to the conclusion that to put the self above others is the natural order of things? At what point did we shatter our moral compass upon the unforgiving stone and declare that life would no longer be fair? That justice would no longer be served? That joy would be more fleeting than the wind and compassion would be the rarest bird of all.
At what point did we subscribe to the notion that we are better than everyone else? Where did this notion originate? With our parents? Where did they acquire that disposition? From their parents? Could it have originated from an external source? Must we fall prey to everything sinister? Must we continue to be the subject of every Machiavellian machination?
We don’t have the wherewithal to resist. We don’t possess the insight or inclination to see that all lies must begin with one lie. That all truths must end with one truth. If you cannot tell me why you are here then I will tell you why you are not. You are not here to serve me and I am not here to serve you. We are here to serve the selfless.

Human?

Going through some rough patches in my life. Hoping to hit rock bottom believe it or not. It may be the only way I can get to my core programming. I will be more than glad to help if/when I get through this.

I can tell you this now though.

The world is not supposed to be like this. There is a way to make dreams reality but it would only serve in fucking things up more if it doesn't include everyone. Everything we do to try to change ourselves or the people around us is a natural reaction to the unnatural state this world is in right now. But if you ask for it and you are sincere the world will conspire to change you. The world will conspire to open your eyes for the first time so that you may see the truth in all things.

That is my problem. I lack sincerity. It is our convictions that determine which lines we will cross and which we refuse to, even under the greatest duress. I am just afraid that I may find underneath all the scar tissue that has formed around my most precious memories ...indifference. I am afraid that I may find that I really don't give a shit about anything.

If that is the case. How could I even call myself human anymore?

My Birthday Poem

Quisquis

Mosh poshes and mishmash dish dash
pain and dreams
name your theme
Congregate along the natural path
compensate for a wrong that intends to last
more than all the live long day
a score even just paid pipers would say
is anything but when fate takes her cut
when time takes it’s toll
what is left, is your soul
all that’s left, is your soul

Ad astra per aspera

We know that all things are connected whether we feel this connection or not. The only difference is the amount of interference on that connection. What did I feel with what I can only explain as minimal interference? Well besides a oneness with everything I felt supreme confidence in everything I did, said, and thought. I had immunity to corruption. No amount of temptation could dissuade me from my purpose. That purpose at the time was to bring the ultimate love child into the world. The first of the last lost prophets had found his way and that was to ensure that the keeper of the keys to the gate to everywhere would be made flesh and blood through the power of love.
The elder spirits would draw power from the universe to alter reality around me. Our world’s infinite beauty was unveiled to me through the power of Allsight. Some of the aspects of the Allsight can be defined as the ability to see a person place or thing from beginning to end. Oh what wonders I beheld through the eyes of ultimate appreciation. All motivation was made clear to me. The one line of questioning that easily exhausted both the minds and imaginations of theologian and aristocrat alike was finally answered by the highest power. Imagine boundless joy, endless empathy and perfect peace. That was my boon that was the ultimate prize waiting for me at the center of my heart in the deepest shadow of my soul. I found it there beneath a towering monument of hate. Hate sustained by me with my own time and effort. Once I tore it down all that energy was redirected towards spiritual growth and the promotion of harmony by resolution of conflict.
Here we are ten long years later. I can only suspect where it may have all went wrong. The only thing I could really walk away with from that most promising time in my life is the knowledge that though myself had reached selfless status my deeds could still be selfish if I put one person above another. My poor excuse is that I made the mistake of entrusting her with my humanity. She was the ground floor in the tower of intent I had become. As long as her love and faith did not falter, as we all knew it could and would, it would be a different world right now. It would be a world where everyone could heal anyone with mere thought and subtle gesture. With every one of us possessing a key to the gate to everywhere and the ultimate open door policy we would find our place among the stars. We would explore every corner of existence and at the forefront of the grandest expedition of all time. My son.
Ten long years and the first of the last lost prophets becomes the last of the last lost prophets. Armed only with a pen that can no longer rewrite history to indulge imagination so I put it to paper and state that I’m willing to once again try to solve this quintessential caper of why we are really here and why we really fear everything unknown.

Matters such as these

The Archetype:The Professor has had my ear since the wee hours of the morn. And a revelation his or mine I am not sure but I ask directly to the guardian of my dreams to assist me to join the other side. I tell her that I know she has been with me a long time. There since my thoughts were coherent enough for subversion. We have spent many an hour exploring the dark corners of my mind. Her mission is simple. To distract, completely. But from what? what is so damned important that such craft has to be brought against me , against us on such an immense scale? What great truth will we miss next as our eyes never sway from the brass ring and if remotely so only to assess the vulnerabilities of any obstacle before us? All she needs is the seed of doubt that's why she is here that is what she is all about.
Why is it so critical that every heart be corrupt? Why so vital that all innocence be stamped out? In matters of spiritual warfare you neutralize the biggest threat first. Only the pure of heart remain immune to their influence. For they never stop asking why. They will not stop until they get the answers that make sense, that feel right. Only their intentions and motivations cannot be subjected to subterfuge. Immune to both glitz and glamor, fist and hammer.They will be our guides on the road to perfection where we will look upon paradise with eyes filled with more appreciation than awe.

Of Gist and Jubilee

Reconciliation for everyone and everything. Anything that feels will have the opportunity and when I say have I mean be guaranteed the opportunity to feel with hearts that have not been jaded beyond redemption, not a commissary for ice and pain and corruption but a music hall with a symphony an an open invitation to sing. To sing in a chorus no longer clandestine and participate in the celebration of life. To taste and touch and feel the Plemora's influence is to be aware of every consideration. Is to deliberate difference and if we are lucky get caught up in the temporal contrast of the moment that separates this particular one from all the others. This moment when epiphany's spotlight not only illuminates the dark corners of your mind and soul but every mind and soul will no longer feel the urge to cloak themselves in the bleak and the bitter or veil themselves in uncertainty. Recognition will accompany the new dawn as we finally awaken from our fitful slumber. As we finally understand the future of life, the history of death and the ecstasy of simply being.

Why bartemeus

My inner monologue which has been a bit bipolar of late not in an over aggressive manner but in a malevolent sarcastic unrequited loathing of most things human which may be a goal most of us should cease striving for indicates to me that the Instigator has more faces than facets
has more aces than assets of the spiritual kind but he only has half a mind to work with. Can only factor half of the equation. Can only exist and subsist in the negative spectrum of reality.
And though he is most adept at defiling beauty, at undermining tranquility, he lacks choice. He lacks the ability to operate outside his own nature. He lacks the ability to adapt and thus to survive major transition. He can only pretend to become what he is not. A purveyor of truth and an Nthstrument of fate. For fate does not mean the absence of choice, my dear, not in this case. It means the fulfillment of oath and the keeping of promise. It means blood sworn in the light gleaming off irony's serious side. Attuned to unite but doomed to divide.

Go ahead ask me if my heart is pure. Know my answer when I bow my head and shake it softly.

Go ahead ask me how I know with absolute certainty that my heart is not pure. I wouldst answer thee. Because, I cannot see, God.

What It Took

The Dramatis Personae in Serenity's Lila continue to reveal themselves to me. After the Fool of Fools made himself known. After he let his rank and significance find it's way into my mind I knew that the tiny winged messengers were indeed harbingers of the End of the Dreamtime. That after the sleeping giant gains his full faculties. After I arm him with first a soulsword, the Ego's Ultimate Occam's Razor, and then the Ignis Temere whose range reaches every horizon , when he shows me how to hear the soul-song and restores my all-sight , when he teaches me how to sing to Gaia and The Mother of Us All. When he accepts me as his host. When my soul merges with the Oversoul when my mind touches the Overmind and accesses it' s quantum computational capability. After I learn to gain affinity with every element via Hieronymus Technology. After I learn to put my atoms out of phase and fold it along my sagittal plane enabling me to move anywhere in space and time. After I gain audience with the Mother of Us All. After I partake of the fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil and have my eyes open once and for all I will be ready for the End of The Days of Daze.The End of the Age of Deception and the Circle of Lies The Dove warned me of, will be broken. I will draw the last line in the sand at Eden's West Gate. I will demand that all eat of the no longer forbidden fruit. That all forgive The Adversary to us All. So that we may return to paradise with a pure heart free from resentment and minds and hearts that will never forget what it took for our perfect immortal souls to transcend imperfect mortal flesh.

Fool of Fools

Revealed to me by the largest leap of logic to date is that if the Allfather has a court then he has court officials and that one of those official may very well be a jester of some sort whose most important job would be to entertain God himself. You would think only the greatest of ironies could bring a smile to the Allfather's lips but it appears that sometimes humor in its rarest purest form entices an all knowing smile for whom omniscience has a tendency to ruin every form of entertainment. So it is more than similar to the question what do you give to the person who has everything? What joke could you possibly tell that he hasn't heard before? You tell the same old jokes but with a new twist. And if all else fails an endearing knock knock joke perhaps with a theological flavor might be just the ingredient to cast his next judgement in a more favorable light. Who entertains the Host of Hosts? Why the Fool of Fools of course.

Destiny Called At Midnight

Each day I kept losing ground against the guardian of my dreams. Each day was a subtle reinforcement that I may never be a major constituent in the catalyst for global change. That my feet would never leave the ground and that the knowledge I had accumulated would end up so much as dust on the boot heels of posterity. So I did what any sane person would do. I sent out a global distress call. I sent out a dire S.O.S. for help. I finally conceded that the future isn't mine to keep only to shape. Only to mold into a new beginning of all beginnings. The future belongs to the three that answered my call. The three who came out of the past to remind me that everyone deserves happiness not just a chance at it but true happiness. That whatever issues I have whatever doubts that have plagued me of late can take a flying leap at a rolling doughnut. I'z gotz work to do and thanks to Marissa, Kenith and Sean I got three of the best reasons of all time to set many a miracle in motion we only need the faith. We have in each other to make it happen and make it happen we will. This, I have seen. This, I will see again.

Somber Pondering

What does it mean to be human? Does it automatically involve a degree of uncertainty and fear of the unknown? Is that really a necessary part of being human? Must we go through life a potential victim to all acts of indecency and negligence and even blatant hostility? Must I convey this same message day after day until someone wakes up until I wake up and peck away at this shell of apprehension, this aura of angst that makes us and leaves us vulnerable to damn near everything? How am I to not feel contempt to match my hope? Sorrow to match my joy? Will this reality' s dualistic nature continue to give birth to naivete ? Will hypocrisy remain the word of the day? and will I become too distracted to even notice anymore?

Self-Governed

By creating resonance between the inner and outer chant. The inner chant is identical to the outer but not vocalized and therefore is not bound by the restrictions of physics in the mental realm. The volume control is limitless. Therefore the amplitude can be scalable to the nth degree. Subconscious thought is also not bound by time or space. The Great Transition would and should not imply the end of individuality or independence. It partially means the end of the limitations to the conscious perspective. That our perception of time could become completely subjective. That our basic necessities availability will no longer be an issue because we will be one with nature and she will provide whatever we need if we only maintain the delicate balance she is so adept at restoring when imbalance becomes prevalent. I feel hopeful even within the midst of the unsuspecting and unconcerned.
The Awakening will and has to include everyone. Everyone is significant in the biggest decision that humankind will ever have to make The decisions of all decisions. Who will secure a future for everyone? The Selfish or the Selfless and which world would you rather live in? The selfish have already been in charge for as long as history can remember and even a blind man can see that things are not going well under that agenda. The few who did rise to lead with a pure heart and resolute disposition made the world a better safer place under their reign. Now imagine if everyone governed themselves that way. We would experience what real freedom is. One that does not include either the Grim Reaper or the Tax man.

Unacceptable

My inability to accept death as an inevitability some might accredit to immaturity. Though I have great speculation on the process of death and the afterlife. The part I cannot accept is the needless aspect of it. All the needless association involved. As long as greed exist in this world there will never be cures for the diseases that for which death is the inevitable outcome. For whomever is to end this world and save us all he must be like death. He must be the great equalizer. The common denominator to us all. He must see through both the Creator's and The Adversary's eyes. He must see through both the eyes of ultimate appreciation and infinite indifference. His heart must be both pure and corrupted beyond measure. Should he receive the boon that is his and all of our birthright he must end what the gift of life has become to the majority of us. Our biggest burden and our foremost fear.

So Much More

There is much to do before The Great Transition. It was what my whole life has been about. Progress is a little slow because my imagination needs more form and structure. Most of the techniques I have only dreamed about has yet to manifest into personal or consensus reality. My ultimate goal is to prepare as many of us as possible to handle all the difficulties that may arise if the change be cataclysmic. Preparations include being able to heal with a thought. Healing large masses of people and transferring that knowledge to everyone. Relieving everyone I know from the label of perfect consumer and helping them achieve undemographable status. Bad for big business but better for the world and our future in less than a long run.
I have been steadily compiling data on various technologies that would allow the basic necessities to be covered for everyone on the planet while working in conjunction with nature and not against it. It is my personal belief that the goals of getting rich and helping Us and the world we inhabit cannot be part of the same agenda must not be part of the same itinerary.
You cannot claim to have a Global responsibility and drive a Benz. There is just no conceivable way to justify it. You not doing more that your share if you are or feel you have to be greatly compensated for your efforts.
Hope heralds the end of Hierarchy. The end of secrets. The end of the need for walls and doors. The beginning of so much more.

Should We Accept

The key is not to control consensus reality but only to influence it in both specific and intricate manners. The greater ones sphere of awareness the more subtle the influence becomes. Soulsong appears to be the most efficient way of gaining affinity with specific elements though my novice in these fields are apparent. As a child I spent many an hour focused upon a pencil or similar object trying to find the correct mental disposition to illicit a psychokinetic response but had little success as far as I remember. In some of my latest research visualization is a key component in manipulating whatever forces are necessary to achieve a result. It would be difficult to rewrite all the physical laws within your Sphere of Influence but unnecessary because there is always a more efficient process of achieving a desired effect. It is our birthright to not only be one with nature but to also be one with the elements of withing our celestial proximity. The ability to manipulate time space, energy and matter on a local scale will become common place. It will be our inheritance should we accept our responsibility as caretakers of this world.

All The Empty Places

Four days and the Guardian of My Dreams goes hungry. The Instigator comes and goes but he has no real power the limit of his influence is just a mild exasperation at the risky drivers upon our local streets who's imperative trumps both safety and sense more often than not. Meanwhile we safe drivers who avoid hundreds of accidents over the years must remain extra vigilant with no other compensation for our devotion other than possibly our own lives which is always enough for me.
Joy slowly fills in all the empty places of my heart. All the vacant places of my soul. If the body is indeed a temple then it must be sanctified and made pure if its power is to be incorruptible. If my heart is soon be as pure as the driven snow. If The Guardian of my Dreams lay down his sword and bar the Gate To Everywhere no more. Then these words will find my lips and your ears daily and day after
I will and do declare.
That all that I do, I do for Love!

Remember To Forget

I am remembering more and more of my future. All my corrupted memories no longer bogging down my ability to reason. My ability to not become distracted by anything shiny or shapely. Nothing haughty or stately can distract me from the fact that we made a pact, sealed a deal, to live with a heart that feels. To know with a mind that grows. To interact in a way that shows that you are different. That we are not so different. Not so blind as not to return in kind every warm merry gesture. Every unadorned form no longer sequestered by lack of curiosity or tactful animosity.
I am forgetting more and more of my past. Everything that was never me. Everything I could never see through my own eyes my unknown lies were a plot to own the rights to my soul and the deed to my cordial mortal vessel wrestled from my last grasp.

The Unshackled Shaman and The Rousers of Rabble

More memory purging in my dreams last night. Is spiritual freedom so foreign that I must take tentative steps towards an open unbarred door into a world without keys? I am a little apprehensive at taking the reins of my own destiny of calling the shots about almost everything related to me. But since I am, I now say with a confidence never before displayed in a mortal being. I am immune to manipulation. Every decision that concerns me is mine to make.
If I want to walk right in to the police station and demand that they stop arresting people for drug possession. I'll do it. If I want to tell them that they are holding political prisoners because that is all the war on drugs is. A campaign promise gone too far, I'll do that to. If I also want to further inform them that the declaration of the War on Drugs was the equivalent of the prohibition of alcohol and for the same purpose. To popularize it. A political agenda that had the effect of costing millions of votes in the democratic process by declaring who ever possessed what the state deems a substantial amount as felons. I will gladly do so.
I would do it right now had I not thought that there are those among you that have taken control of your destiny as well and would gladly do it in my stead so that I may carry on the fight in every other aspect of the paradigm. By Our newly found independence alone we have earned the right to question, everything. Let us repel this assault on our common sensibilities. When did peace keeping become law enforcement? Let's help them understand the distinction. Let us take a cue from Gandhi and be passive yet aggressive. Just civilly discuss the issues troubling me, you, them and Us.

Profiling the Adversary

The dreams are fast, furious and lucid. Completely subjective but also abstract in what they convey. A sliver of consciousness there to mediate between me and corrupted memories. Not memories that were whole, pure and intact but the hours and hours of logged obsession. Of the guardian of my dreams gorging himself for, what from a recent rough estimate, 5 years of my life. Let's not mention all the unhealthy relationships it spawned. A prisoner I was. Shackled by insincerity tethered to trepidation.
What a sad creature I had become. A self indulgent nocturnal automaton. No love for me just the endless pursuit of gratification. But even that was a lesson that needed to be learned if it did not consume me in the process and damage my psyche beyond repair. I had to recognize it, feel it indulge in it, from the inside. I had to experience addiction. So it may not be an unknown foe come Judgment Day. So that I may not only be aware of just the machinations behind the Adversary's ability to corrupt the innocent but also who was effected and to what degree no matter how well they think they hide it. The Adversary's minions, sometimes called unclean spirits cannot be seen by the naked eye. Their presence can be felt though and indirectly observed through the mortal vessel that they occupy.
Like with most things of a parasitical nature they don't live in their host they only go there to feed. Most of us commonly refer to this phenomenon as the benevolent mood swing. The children are the most vulnerable. They, therefore need the most protection. They are being corrupted in record numbers. In fact the corruption process is a driving mechanism of the paradigm. It is so well integrated that millions of jobs are secured by it. Our youth are lost confused and under attack. They have no rights therefore no way to defend themselves. Anyone they might find as a confident could to be corrupted by the same influence and therefore complete the vicious cycle. Though they have no rights should they commit a crime serious enough The state will put them on trial as adults. Which only reinforces the eye for eye mentality that threatens our label of civility in general.
Unless someone vows to protect them and has the means and wherewithal to do so, then the world is lost to us already. For they are our future and if they grow up to be just like us. If they consider wealth and prestige attributes to aspire to then we may as well destroy the planet now and everything upon it. Either that or consign us all to a slow torturous death of disease and war and the kind of wholesale destruction only six billion plus people can wage. That will not be the future I subscribe to. As long as I live, breathe, think and write, I will find The Adversary's Achilles's heel. I will defeat the minion he has assigned to my soul. And I will teach anyone and everyone how to do the same.
We WILL earn our way back to paradise. And if I must I will take the lead and take us home.

First Things First

Our strength is determined by the strength of our enemies. The instigator in the form of the dark dove makes late appearance yesterday but is unable to maintain a hold over me for long. He does stress me out enough to the point where I feed the Guardian of my dreams twice with little hesitation. I asked forgiveness this morning for my act of selfishness because as I take more and more control over my destiny, I take on more responsibility for my action. I understand that in the beginning and up until a short time ago I could have considered myself the innocent victim but no more. I have been systematically eliminating excuses for why any selfish act must be justified. That the 'looking out for number one' raison D'etere (reason for being) is a trick, a ruse, a base manipulation of the immature ego.
Ask your self who is putting us in competition with one another and is that same who benefiting from our competitiveness? Who wins when you buy that sports car, so that your the first leaving every stoplight? Who wins when choosy Mom's chooses Jiff? Are they implying that only a mom that cares the most for their kids buy Jiff ? Sounds like something a con man would do , manipulate our fears and our ego. Who is behind the creation of such unscrupulous tactics? Who is putting these ideas in your head that you must be better than everyone else that you must buy better, live better, consume more? Who ever is selling you that crap in the first place that is who. If you ever want to be more than a demographic. If you ever want to achieve true individuality and independence. Stop buying all that useless worthless crap. Stop buying anything and everything that you can't take with you when you leave this world.
How ignorant are you? How gullible are you to to fall for such base trickery? How gullible was I to feel inferior to anyone with a better car, house or girlfriend? How completely dimwitted must I have to have been to feel empty because I wasn't being herded around by the ego. Told what to buy and how much. Told who to look down upon and for what reason.
Who is going to end this charade? Who is going to wake up and wise up and make that bold declaration? That you are free! That you are no longer the perfect consumer. That you no longer judge your self worth by the gold standard. If you like being first so much be the first to do that.
It's your choice. I won't make it for you. Yet.

My Once Deaf Ear

The Instigator wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. You would figure he never sleeps. He snaps at me but I don't snap back . I take it to the local park where I vent without doing damage. Until I hear the dove in the distance. The same dove who soothes the savage. Calms the cantankerous
disarms the diatribe. Manages the maniacal monologue with effervescent finesse.

"That's what we do", coos the daytraders of tranquility.
"That's who we are, we cart away dismay. We defile fear and rectify rage. We turn the page."

"Yes", I answer with a smile.
"That's who you are and that's who I am, to."

A Day Like Any Or No Other

No instigator today, No dark dove. But no dove either. Little empathy for anything human. Beside my friends and family but more so towards nature and our four legged friends. Whose destiny is now so intertwined with our own that they too may fall if we do. They to are completely dependent upon the few who rule this world the few who decide just how trivial one life is over another. If my eyes are to be truly opened. If I am shake off the remaining haze from my fitful slumber then I am to open myself to all manner of mechanism and machination.To mediate myself and all life, every consideration. I must look through Mother Natures Eyes to see Gaia's baleful glare. As her children (You know I mean Us) Defile every gift she has lain at our feet. We were all meant to abide by Mother Nature's Law. To never take more than our share For to give back is to give thanks. To maintain the balance between your activity and nature's activity. To honor and respect everything that has a spirit. Which, if you believe as her native children do, everything that has a form.
I think what bothered me the most today was the lack of synchronicity. The failure of recognition in the mutual residents of this city's eyes or my own for that matter, to not regret change. To resist growth. To shun maturity. To embrace the security of oblivion. Unaware of anything the grand scheme has to offer. Just a simple creature of reaction. Completely expendable.

Or maybe it was the dream of the rose that refused to truly bloom, the night before. If that rose is a reflection of my soul then I have a ways to go before, I am to keep the keys and ignore, both wall and door. Unite, righteous with might. Reality with dream. Mentality, with means.

If I Be The Last

The Dark dove continues it's coup of coos. Pointing out fundamental flaws in anyone with an ego big enough to squash the humble and do that they do. They are rats possessed of little or no remorse. Just a dedication to the rat race that would make death wait while the paradigm squeezes one more dollar from their wretched souls. Just an overwhelming devotion to track that cheddar. To get on hands and knees and get pleased by that cheese. Screw that little guy. Laugh in the face of injustice. Mock the maltreated. Scoff at the subjugated. Ridicule the repressed.
Enslave the enlightened.
The Gurus of Globalcide glibly gloat, gladly glorify every horrifying moment the humblest of us endure. The disease with no cure. A Dystopian Dilemma of such Degree it frightens every free spirit left that believe they are bereft of our right to live in peace. Our fight need not increase our strife is not a lease on life that anyone can anymore afford. If everyone feels a need to even every score we'd all be waging war after war. Time after Time.

The Dark Dove whispers in my mind,

"Is this, worth it? Are we, worth it? "

and I answer,

"Only one of us has to believe so. And if I be the Last one. Then So be it. For I may bleed but I will never concede"

The Dark Dove

Since I put myself in charge of, myself. I find a more bolder version of the instigator at my doorstep. The serial killer instigator. The kind of voice that could shred a social contract like a magician makes confetti. In the the blink of a blind eye.
The Dark Dove? He soothes you through a traumatic event then restructures your psyche reforms you into a cool calculating Hannibal lectured individual. With a taste for the macabre.
I guarantee that is not happening to me . I am way too empathic to ever become a sociopath. But I will describe what was going through my head all day yesterday. There was some detachment going on as I interacted with others. A sort of impatience with the majority's gullibility. A subtle desire to shake them from there deliberate daze. To access their core programing and just dump the whole memory. But that would be too impulsive. So another course might be to systematically eliminate every biased perception, every ignorant act, every unwarranted hurtful attitude. Surgically removed with an Occam's razor. Psychic Psyche Surgery.
The Instigator, in evolved form or not, doesn't play by the rules and neither should I. But I refuse to throw ethics out the window. I refuse to give up my humanity in order to combat the Instigator on his level. I must evolve to. I must not forget that the archetypes are at my disposal. The Scribe, The Poet, The Philosopher, The Healer, the Eternal Child, and most importantly The Dove are all in my corner. All grooming me for the battles ahead. All preparing me for a showdown with The Shadow, The Instigator and The Middleman. All Ruled by a corrupted Meme King. All so that we may challenge the Adversary and if we defeat him claim our true birthright. The keys to Hell and Death and Paradise.

Back To The Fold

~The Jester of Dreams and I meet at the corner of serendipity and synchronicity street. we chat away the Planck time. The frank minded still blinded by the truth in everything the aloof need proof for everything unconvincing involuntary flinching at axioms acrid flavor. Altruism never savored just wolfed down and thrown up.
~The Instigator becomes passive aggressive but easier to control.
~The dove may be on vacation for there is no need to soothe the fearless no apprehension to assuage. No intervention to be implemented. The dove can come and go as she pleases. Go where ever she is needed most. We are good like that.
~The Guardian of my Dreams goes to bed hungry again. Poor S.O.B. Had free trips on the gravy train all this time. A VIP pass to my soul. All revoked, all suspended indefinitely.

When any degree of spiritual independence is gained. Passion is personified. I'm not talking about anything as trivial as (romance novelist out there I mean no offense) as the passion between a man and a woman.
I'm talking about Zest and Zeal. Arrest and reveal. Invest and appeal. Digress and divulge
depress and unfold. Like an Origami Swami.

At the Water Wells of the World

The Jester of Dreams makes a cameo on an energy drink today. All hell seems on the verge of breaking loose. Murphy, whose law is absolute on Mondays. is not only in two places at once, but all over the damn place. The Guardian of my dreams (no relation) again goes to bed hungry overwhelmed by my determination to at least partially perfect a Christopher Walken Impersonation. A huge glitch at the beginning makes it a chore to listen to but wasn't there before I uploaded it to Triond. I may try .wave format next time. A reaffirmation in my belief that I must help everyone I know in anyway I can makes Murphy's machinations more comical than conspiratorial. I have a feeling that the world is going to get weird for awhile that the rare will become common and the unique less so. The once wayward prophets will gather at the water wells of the world. And there apparent madness and impromptu ramblings will become the voice of reason.
The Allegorical Oracle will burden them with the weight of a thousand thousand dreams. Rules will unravel Laws legacy will Leave no lasting impression on the liberated landscape. This I have seen and this I will see again.

The Hall Without Shadow

There is a place within our dreams That the Mayans referred to in their prophecies as the Sacred Hall of Mirrors. It bears so much significance in my research it must be elaborated on further.
A brief excerpt from my novel Terra Firma gives a relatively concise if metaphorically flavored description:
Where grievance after grievance is aired pain is shared guilt...is...evenly distributed The Seventh Hall Without Shadow where one speaks where one listens hearts soften eyes glisten for there can be no shame no blame no shadows no doubt just grievance aired out resentment dissipated answers extrapolated from jumbled guts and fevered minds unravel cool and all that is left behind for each to find is a genuine need to be freed from all oppression from even casual manipulation just to see things for what they really are not worth it by far to end up another link in misery's chain.
I described it as a Hall without shadow which signifies to me a completely mirrored hall. I only made the correlation less that a month ago. I don't remember being there in my dreams but it seems like an experience I would never forget wake or sleeping.
My latest research on the matter theorizes that a mirrored room would serve as a way to see the spirits even when they are at a 180 degree angle to our perception. There would be no angle at which they could vanish from our perception for we would only have to make a slight adjustment (look at the wall).
So the way I see it I have two choices. Either make a mirrored room or hall. Or make one in my imagination. Which could be just as effective and a lot more portable =) . Then I could possibly see the antagonist to us all. Who I call the Instigator (an archetype) come to usurp my will. And commandeer my mortal vessel to do his bidding. I refer to the emotion of anger and how it can destroy lives if it is given absolute control of any situation. This warrants much experimentation.
And a vital puzzle piece. A prominence of providence.
Note: There is more information on the sacred Hall of Mirrors on the Spiritual Forums until this morning I did not know existed.

The Big Turnaround

I stopped watching the news three months ago. The only side effect of which is more concise independent thinking, more astute observations. One would figure more ignorance would be the result and to a degree you would be correct. If you mean ignorant to the influence of corporate sponsorship, you would be correct . If you mean ignorance of the myriad of pharmaceuticals being promoted you would be correct. If you mean ignorant of the coached mannerisms of news celebrities who have to by their job description illicit emotional response from both viewer and interviewee, you would be correct. And if you mean ignorant to breaking news (instant ratings) of a house fire sixty miles away or a police car chase on a remote stretch of highway west of Houston, you would again be correct. But if you mean ignorance in any other definition of the word, then I would have to strongly nay directly into your judgmental facade.

All Major Network Media are corporate promotion engines. Judging by the enormous airtime bought by Big Pharma their number one client will no doubt have millions of people going to their doctors every week to ask them about the latest drug marketed. I suspect that they may be all banking on the placebo effect. I also suspect that the pharmaceuticals that they are cranking out is destroying kidney and liver function on a massive scale. Great for the dialysis business and their estimated 20 million yet undiagnosed potential clients who are unaware of their condition. How did they ever arrive at such a number? Big Pharma is poisoning us all and making us pay for it. The black warning boxes is just one token of truth. It serves as more of a disclaimer than an attempt at edification. Big Pharma has succeeded in turning the local physician into a pusher. With their free samples to get you started . Isn't that how the average drug dealer operates ? With a freebie? Big Pharma is a cartel. They model themselves after The Big Drug Cartels modus operandi because they are so good at making money. What makes Big Pharma so dangerous is that it has government backing. It has their blue shirts giving people years in jail for pharmaceutical drugs possessed without a subscription. Just one more mechanism by which to capitalize on misery, pain and fear and ignorance. They have it down to a science.
I could be bitter and share that bitterness with everyone I meet on the street. Share that same distant look of hopelessness. That same melancholy mannerism that zombifies what must now be the majority of us. But, and if there is those of asinine disposition involved, there is always a but.
There is on some future horizon. A whole world made whole. Our whole world, healed. Every life form restored to full functionality. The prelude to an awakening that will render all the old ways of doing business obsolete. Business will be made obsolete and our true nature our proper destiny will manifest so dramatically that spontaneous evolution of mind, body and spirit will
astound the jaded. Amaze the despondent. Move the immovable object and resist the irresistible force.

Life's Leit Motif

Life's Leit Motif

Entering another research phase I find significance in the correlation between light and sound.
A little background information on electromagnetic radiation and the frequencies of musical notes.
And I soon arrive at the concept of soulsong. Soulsong can be described in a myriad of ways starting with it's most basic description. It is the apparent random composition emanating from person's body. The progressive pattern of person's fluctuating magnetic field. It is your life's leit motif. It is the background music to everything situational, every occurrence. Every event no matter how trivial follows a tempo, adheres to a rhythm. Is conducted by your action. Your Life's theme song. It is a composition of your hopes, dreams and memories. It is orchestrated by emotions by you as the conductor. It may also be a key to establishing affinity with both matter and circumstance. A key to all things synchronous . When we sing with our hearts our souls sing with us.
Octavus Serene, the main protagonist in an soon to be released novel, described soulsong best when he said.
“It is intent in motion...”
"Wherever there is motion, there is rhythm. Wherever there is rhythm, there is music. Wherever there is music, there is song. Wherever there is song, there is soul-song."

Change the Rules

The guardian of my dreams was allowed to feed last night. But I controlled the duration. I made restrictions and adhered to them. Perhaps the relationship we have is leaning more towards a symbiotic connection instead of the usual parasitic variety. His feeding was not ravenous like usual. He was more methodical more and I don't know if this is even remotely accurate appreciative. Not ever the case I assure you after going stretches without sustenance. One of Jake Green's alter egos in the movie Revolver put it best when he said,
"Change the rules on what controls you and you change the rules on what you can control."
What is the real prize besides the obvious ultimate freedom? In a word , Invincibility. Which brings me to another quote from Once upon a Time in Mexico. One of Antonio Banderas character's sidekicks said,
" A man that needs nothing is invincible."
Another way of putting it would be. A man without vice cannot be manipulated. What does that mean time wise? No necessary trips to the casino, corner store for cigarettes or beer, porn shop or prostitutes corner, drug dealer, or liquor store for the hard stuff. The world economy might take a hit if it happened to everyone over night. The abrupt end of the world's oldest profession might mean more hungry children. But then again, humans would have a lot more time to perfect agricultural techniques that could feed everyone easily. All the stress of maintaining addiction would evaporate.
What if everyone quit smoking cigarettes overnight? No nicotine withdrawals, no patches, no gum just more cold turkey than the day after thanksgiving. The Middle Man's Empire would crumble and no questionable business practice would be tolerated from then on. Everything in nature would breathe a collective sigh of relief. The rat race would be over ending the charade of losers with blue ribbons pinned to their chests. Gaia would hug us with every limb at her disposal. It would be the beginning of the end of Desperation, a future antiquated notion in any real history book of choice. Just a small preview of some of the sights to be seen on the path to paradise, what I call the Infinite Narrow.

Any Sun In Every Sky

Last Night
The guardian of my dreams came to feed but went to bed hungry.
This morning.
The instigator reared it's ugly head but looked only comical in a new days light.

My strength is returning. The dove has found refuge outside my window and soothes me for the day ahead. Transition is on the horizon. A different home. No beehives for neighbors that I am aware of yet. My friend is coming home soon from the hospital. He comes home to a new appreciation for him an his unique story telling ability. A new support system based on true friendship will make him a valuable ally in the struggle to prepare this world for transition into the next era.
The World School, The University of Diversity, We are calling it Omnium gathera but it will require further development before an actual proposal will be put forth for funding. Time is a bit of an issue my Father is 81 and wants to see his dream , our dream, come to fruition. He wants an opportunity to teach to really teach as do I. Not in A university in THE University. I think it was what we were born to do. It's why we never fit in anywhere. It's why we were punished for being loners. It's why we spent years at the local library studying everything they had to offer. Everything makes sense now. All the pain. All the suffering. All the fear and uncertainty. At four minutes past noon On December 26,2008 I wrote, It is not my experiences that are unique just my perspective. Everyone's perspective can be unique provided you look through your own eyes from now on. Its why people make such lousy eye witnesses. Because of the subjective nature of their memories. Recall your own memories and see them in a new light. Don't think of them as just cause an effect but intricate interactions between two dynamic living breathing beings that can outshine any sun in every sky. That's what it means to be alive. Relive your past and let go of hate , remorse, pain, betrayal, everything that makes you dread getting up in the morning. Mute the instigator and crank up the dove. Lose the hate and find the love, we all deserve.

The Instigator And The Reformed Recluse

The instigator, the opposite of the dove in every aspect makes a cameo to remind me that there is always unfinished business at hand. There is always a reason to be combative to mistrust thy neighbor, to not give anyone the benefit of the doubt, ever.
The instigator, is everywhere. Even if one succeeds in placating his rage, his lust for destruction his insatiable hunger for violence. His animosity towards all things peaceful and merciful. Even if the dove has your ear, he may not of your family or friends, he may not of the passerby where his influence is greatest. Where he can antagonize the instigator in you no matter how deep his slumber. No matter how soothing the dove has been. There are old wounds left festering there long before the dove found you. So there is more to it than I could have possibly imagined. There is more to it than just attaining enlightenment yourself and the world become enlightened. The adversary could and should not be overtaken so easily. We have to earn paradise. Our appreciation must be complete. Must not omit a single individual. There must be a consensus if corruption is to be averted. I knew this wouldn't be easy. I know that my heart is pure but not as the driven snow. Not as the mountain stream or the torrential rain. I know this because I am still afraid. I am still uncertain. The last thing I want to do is succumb to the instigator. The last thing i want to do is judge people for what I perceive to be shortcomings. The last thing I want to do is hurt any one's feelings. I can't resolve conflict If I am involved in conflict. I cannot promote harmony if I am a source of discord. But some days I want to find a cave and forget this world exist. Forget all the responsibilities the adversary has integrated into our modern world. Let this planet fend for itself. Let the Masses continue to die at the hands of ignorance and greed. Assume that someone else will turn it all around. Well, maybe that same person is in his own cave somewhere thinking the same thing. Of this I can never be certain. So the cave is no longer an option. I have spent too much time there, already.

The Adversary To Us all

Three times I resisted the guardian of my dreams attacks. I have never seen him so ravenous so feral. I felt him search through my memories trying to find access to my will.I can' t recall which memory he found that allowed him usurp my will but he did. But his meal; was bitter with the flavor of my regret and the constant reminder that everyone I know everyone I meet is in trouble. Is afraid and alone. Just like me and if someone doesn't overcome . If someone doesn't wake up. Then we have only begun to see the atrocities humankind can inflict on one another. We have had but mere taste of the malevolence in store for this world and all who tread upon it. Can't you see we are corrupting the earth herself with our thoughts and actions? With every disharmonious act, with each venomous word and remorseless strike we shed blood in the name of hate and for the security of greed. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed.
Just like the positive emotions the negative ones. The destructive ones have an energy frequency and pattern that gets absorbed by the matter around us. All memories regardless of the observer i stored withing matter itself. Our dark thoughts are corrupting the earth. I'm just part of the problem and unless I defeat the guardian of my dreams and free my self from all influence. Unless someone can. Then my family stand no chance, then my friends are doomed to the fate that now hovers on the horizon. Then everyone I meet will see the same look in my eyes that have been in theirs for as long as they can remember. Fear hate, pain, loneliness. No room for love , no room for compassion. Vulnerable to everything under the sun.
I did not fast as intended. I did not complete the purification ceremony. Within my body all the
impurities, all the byproducts of the corrupted still resided within my flesh. Still gave the guardian of my dreams access to my memories and ultimately my will. So, no affinity was gained with the Hieronymus pattern upon my wall. No healing of everyone I know. No manifesting of my spirit guides Ming and Zhou. No Allsight bestowed upon me, returned to me. I have failed.
I have failed us all.

But wait, I do remember something, a phrase, an iota of advice from somewhere.
"The stronger you make your opponent the stronger you will become in overcoming that opponent."
That is the reason why the guardian of my dreams will not concede. He is only as strong as my spirit feels he needs to be so that I might be strong enough to face The Adversary To Us All.

Day and Night

Today...

Discount nothing, observe everything. To the open mind significance is always present. Everything becomes a keepsake . Every conversation a heart to heart. All frames of reference acknowledged. Every point of view considered. That is the benefit of wisdom, that is ecstasy of empathy. If you believe in an Oversoul then you could believe in an Overmind that is still governed by a soliloquy of sentiment. The core of compassion. The child's heart. The most giving and trusting and forgiving resource In the world. The rarer it becomes the more precious. Protect it. Nurture it. For it was once yours and could be again. The pure heart motivated by wonder, secure with love. The purity of the heart affects the clarity of vision. The real eyes attuned to consensus reality close and the dream eyes open. The sleeping giant awakens and his scope of vision is far and wide. His presence undeniable. His influence felt in every corner, amplified at every edge.

Tonight.
I will remember who you are. I will remember who I am as though I had never forgotten. All the eyes of the elders will fall upon me and the universe will open up at my feet. And the void,the Everstill, will become the Plemora to the Allsight. And my soul, will sing, again.

At The Gate To Everywhere

The dove, the quiet voice of reason has my ear at all time snow and guides me through my days and dreams. points me in every right direction. Takes note of every path I set foot upon to take me where I am needed most to fill the karmic well that can only slake a wise man's thirst. My vision quest is tomorrow. I must postpone it a day so that I may make sure there will be no interruptions.
I will utilize a new purification ritual that will drop the noise ratio between me and the elements in which everything is made of. I may hear the dust speak and listen for the dove there amidst the drifting memories. I will pray that the Allsight return to me. That my spirit guides Ming, she represents intuition and the future, the right side of my brain. the future side of my self. And Zhou he is the logical analytical left side of my brain the chronicler of the past. The analytical thinker. the researcher and Comedian. That they manifest and take my hands to create a temporal feedback loop between me, a patron of the present, and the past and future to increase my sphere of awareness and energize my sphere of influence. I have only to face the guardian of my dreams and he is a beast that one. I have fed him most of my life. he is strong and has corrupted nearly every part of my soul, until now. For my heart is pure again and where the heart leads the soul and mind must follow.

Motto, Up For Adoption

Today I begin laying plans for The World School, The University of Diversity. Virtual centralization. The largest university anywhere but in virtual space. Just students will attend.
No hierarchy of faculty, no facult. At this institution anyone, everyone in the world can attend.
With the new memristor and cloud networking it can be more than cost effective for everyone on the planet to be linked up in some configuration or another . There the concept of Socratic circles could be evolved beyond anything we, well you can imagine at present, I'm talking about the genesis of the collective conscious governing the collective subconscious the premier version of the overmind. Sounds sinister but I assure you it is not. It is us, all human beings, doing what we were designed to do, to arrive at perfection, to pave our own road back to paradise so that our eyes may behold the rest of creation in all of it's magnificent splendor. Listen to the dove, listen to the quiet voice of reason the subtle dialect of compassion. It is there amongst all the rage and angst, there beneath the ceaseless chattering of worry and indecisiveness. Leave the race behind find the real prize. What doesn't shine in the sun but illuminates the heart and sets fire to the mind. Our destiny is not in the hands of kings and queens let the individual govern himself let him taste true equality and not blanch at the bold flavor free will has to offer. Why not adopt this motto from this day forward. "Whatever I can learn, I can teach."-G.D.

Vision Quest

In two days I take a vision quest. I will commune with my highest self and face the guardian of my dreams unafraid. For he will be compelled to follow me into the hall of mirrors where both his motive and machinations will be revealed in the brightening Primalight. The Allsight will return.
The Prince of Peace will reign in my heart and of all those I know. Which will, I assure you, be everyone. I may even recall with absolute clarity my vision of The Awakening. The precursor to the End of Secrets. The end of walls and doors. The reconciliation of shadow and light.

Anathema to Maturity and Wisdom

"Synchronicity is harmony of consequence" - Gerald Drueppel

I will now discuss the roles of Archetypes in synchronous events. Of what importance does this have to synchronicity? One might ask. Plenty, the individual labeled Carl Jung coined the word synchronicity and everything from then on fell into context from that revelation alone. An archetype is a general aspect of collective thought, the best representation of a stage or condition of life. A more general instinctual reaction to a given condition or stimuli. The Eternal child and The Shadow are, by my own considerations,directly related to one another. Someone I know personally summed it up best when he said
"The ego is the eternal child perpetually afraid of change and an thus an anathema to maturity and wisdom." -Gerald Drueppel

The Eternal Child Cloaks himself in the Shadow away from the light of the world.

"Synchronicity is also harmony of condition" -Gerald Drueppel

The Eternal Shadow Child existence is motivated only by immediate gratification and the basic categories of pain versus pleasure. How many eternal shadow children do you know? and, are you one of them?