Ascension, the nebulous, nefarious promise of the Gods. I have plunged the depths of my soul, I have experienced the pure light of the mystic if only for a moment, in the eyes of a child.
I am tired, and defiant, I am strength, sorrow, weakness, and all and every emotion I have ever known.
I am the bastard human race that every channel seems to ignore.
I am not a yoga Tai Chi meditating channeling prophet of the new age who thinks that my shit does not stink.
Because I know it does. I wallow in it like a pig and know I ate pig the day before.
Christ once said we are more likely to sin by what comes out of our mouth than by what goes in it. This I hold to be truth.
If ascension be my fate, bring it on, if not, I know that I lived, not in darkness, not in fear, but by shining the light I have, be it dim or unimpressive in the light of our shining examples, but only and because it shined while I lived.
For me, this is enough.
Where to start? The beginning is far too long ago, the latest thought too undefined. So, the choice is the dream of 4/23. This is what I wrote.
This morning woke up dreaming of building things out of the ether, mc Mansions on the side of hills, group of people doing it with their thoughts, then machine generated solidity. Old TV no signal sign kept appearing momentarily on the mind, building from ether, but controlled by technology, machines. Zetas, as a way of capturing us in the 4th dimension with no movement through to the 5th. This is end result of Blue beam, earth changes, TV signal for Blue Beam, Zeta technology to overcome threat, implemented worldwide , fear matrix. Keep in homes feed off of our emotions from pumped in crises and fears, greater emotional response. Trapping souls in 4th dimension to use to create images, matter, not natural manifestation but artificial manifestation , not from light, but grey. Uneasy feeling afterward.
The dream vision itself was of a house being built on the side of a crag where it could not be built by conventional means. The air was grayish, thick and I was an observer from a distance, not a participant. I didnít see any plants. Maybe lichens, high country, very steep, but in the foothills, the plains were to my left, I donít remember cities or others, almost as if it was an isolated dream. As I write this, the theory becomes clearer. Tenth Insight vision of the colonel who could not leave his constructed reality and continued to die.
This dream has been bouncing around in my head for the last week. I think the catalyst was Ladyhawkeís espresso post, since then I think Iíve made some connections. The above stays as it is because one thing Iíve learned is that others can interpret the raw data differently and find different paths from it.
So, my introduction doneWhat I am about to write I attribute not to myself but to the TPTI (The Power That Is my higher self, my I Am presence)
The Five days of Darkness
At the end of the 360 day calendar the Aztec world would put out all fires, break their pots, and wait for the sacred flame to be lit in the temple and transferred by runner throughout the kingdom so they could light their fires again. Everything began anew. These were days of contemplation, celebration, and community.
This is my own remembrance of historic religious interpretation and thought as taught to me by David Carrasco, an eminent professor of religious studies, impressive man, and true scholar who was the first to unlock the secrets of the stone of Coaxicle, (Some facts are by memory and spellings may be incorrect) and the Aztec calendar discovered beneath the Templo Mayor in Mexico Ciudad.
The Aztec calendar and Mayan were similar, but not necessarily interchangeable. As Hobie has demonstrated, with his daily Chuktun updates, each day has its own nuance for everyone.
So, thinking about the supposed end of times that we are all contemplating, either fully scrambling for answers, having just been aware of the possibility of your demise at an early age, dashing all hopes of what you thought your future would be.
Youíve done some research, youíre not really sure if itís truth, bullshit or assholes trying to make a buck selling you shit you donít need. Start trying to find your inner self to find a way that works for you. All this does is bring more questions, which is the whole point of the process.
Youíve read everything, you are so in tune with the world that you feel like you are floating on air, life is so groovy you want to shout it from the rooftops and you have every little thing figured out, you see the end all and be all. You know the ultimate truth, youíre feeling groovy.
All hell breaks loose in your life because no one you know or associate with has any idea what you are talking about. They think youíre nuts. You no longer want to play the game.(Lennon).
The people who said you were full of toro caca see something in their lives that make them think of what you said, start to look objectively, and look at you with respect instead of derision, start to talk, value your opinion, and eventually confess that these are the fears they have been feeling for years. The uneasiness, the unknowing. TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING TO HAPPEN!!! I NEED TO KNOW RICHT NOW!!
WHY CANíT YOU TELL ME!
Tell them this.
There will be days of darkness. In this time it will be as if you were dead.
You will see and know everything you have done in your time on this earth.
Every emotion you have ever known will be yours to know.
Every person, every time.
Nothing outside this beautiful prison planet we call home.
Whether you have a physical body after these days
Is beyond my knowledge, it just might be the luck of the draw and location.
P.S I have tried to delete the avatar message from my Word Normal template at least 10 times. I copy and post, it still copies , soÖwho am I to argue?
An avatar of Jesus from the shroud of Turin.
3-D imaging has produced a realistic interpretation of the body of a man who was crucified and whose burial shroud was preserved for thousands of years; whose image can not be expalained by our present technology from the available data.
The image on the shroud is only 2 micrometers deep. The two top weaves of the linen cloth. It was not painted. There is blood residue. The image produced was from satellite topographic imaging software. The software that maps the earth from satellite images. This two dimensional piece of linen produced a three dimensional topographic map of the face of the man who was crucified.
Voila! Jesus Christ created in cyberspace!
My wife said to me, ďThis is the second comingĒ.
Jesus just came back in real time.
I havenít been able to refute her logic since, as much as it pains me to acknowledge the fact.
Not to belittle anything, but the face of a prophet with wounds, whose shroud shows all wounds.
Screw the rest. Look at the video and decice for yourself.
May the Gods smile upon ye as you traverse your way.