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.