Category: metaphysics

Well, what do you know? A liberating unity movement has leaked through the societal engineering security AI firewall. Guess the algorithmic AI system didn’t learn fast enough, or maybe it learned too fast. Either way it failed to detect, anticipate, identify, and intercept the prayer antecedent to a new online video game which has gone viral. Designed by a case steward that was moved by concern while witnessing worldwide wildfires. The smoking trees, landscape, and wildlife prompted him to create the firefighting game; Firespit 2020. The raw intrigue, realism, adventure, passion, heroism, safety, loss, sacrifice, and salvation shot without delay the game to take off. The design lent itself to a very real spontaneous cooperation. The guttural response of nature’s humanity swells with caring and compassion for the virtual/reality linked graphic metaphor for planetary incineration. The daily opening novelty statement has acted as a prayer, an inadvertent prayer. The statement/prayer that welcomes players every day is encouraged to said out loud, then repeated. As a result, a spirit wave at the existential explosion scale has mustered and moved. Anticipated, and yet unnoticed, by the scraping AI, this prayerful awareness shift has bolstered a flip in the planetary dream-vision-objective from the prevailing disparate ruinous material grab agenda to the selfless help your fellow trip. The deep inherent harmony of the upswell flies directly in the face of the industrialist rapacity draconian dogma of exploitation and kleptomania. Every attempt, by the banking/industrial elite, to kill the fast growing good will movement is optioned in. A high stakes of survival on earth have been realized. True Life can’t ever be ultimately snuffed.

Like good cinema, theatre, the virtual reality is charged with the participant’s committed belief. The game scene is suspiciously calm and benign. Moving by air over the forest, the landscape comes into view; stark relief. Oh wonder! Oh splendor! Both dappled sunlight, full sun, and gray, majestic forested vista to behold. The striking beauty brings forth an internal veneration response, and delight of appreciative affection for Nature’s creation and display. It could be the foothills of the Pyrenees, the Alps, or Andes, or the Himalayas, the Catskills, or any spirited rolling landscape of lush hill and valley enchanted forest of the most fantastic order. Now there’s a haze. The senses are dirtied, and you can feel it. The smell of camp fire makes a virtual intro through advanced versions of Firespit 2020; which has become an international craze. Now the landscape begins to surely din. There are engines and voices in the distance. Louder they crawl. Crawling into the gamer’s conscious awareness. Something is wrong. Dust and wind blow a dry mass over the scene and player. All virtual and sensed through the application of intense graphics and simple manipulation hardware. The growing forest burn down comes to life. There’s an actual facial heat/dry suffocation effect that prompts the involuntary survival mechanism, and shock awareness purity. Screaming wounded run in panic. The smoke gathers in choking concentration and intensity. With a heavy heat press prevailing all over the head and body; overwhelming the protection layers. Sweat, dirt, blood, and tears all flow in the smoke drawn atmosphere that has over taken while tearing apart the lush incinerating forest. Fire laps abound. The recent fire tornado phenomena breaches every level of conception , care, or worry for for anymore conventional standards to be upheld. It’s a raw savage brave new world. Creation starts again. All the commands, all the methods, and all the technology dwarfs with the onrushing inferno outrage that is driving many players into a passion panic to save the environment. This spirit leaps forth out of virtuality and into reality. The rapturous event horizon transcends formerly static belief, as a burgeoning consciousness of forgiveness, compassion, and healing springs forth in surprise. Each moment holds it’s own explosion of calm transcendent liberation passing surely from staged survival to thriving ebullient ecstasy. Thank almighty Almighty that freedom is free, and it is A L I V E!!! Cycles do not hesitate their truth to become. It will only darken until light. Brave the dawn. In the cool clearing of one long desperate dawning night. Now together breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

I saw the story today of the Feds (the FBI) moving in on Epstein Island in the Virgin Islands. Does it get any more obvious, or what? The doggon Matrix is playing out right before our eyes. All these strong armed institutions of a hijacked societal operating system, aka government, are doing criminal bidding. Flagrantly! All that evidence on that island damns the bosses of the FBI. It’s totally clear what’s happening. Inside job, cover up, rub outs, scripted news, power point pictures, political hacks, lies, and lies, and more lies. If it weren’t for the fact that we’re an attention deficit disorder culture that doesn’t give a damn about facts that matter, these so called ‘news stories’ would be dismissed out of hand. I’ll tell you what, the perpetuators of these narrations must be as paranoid as can be. The equilibrium of anything like official story coherence is blasted apart. It’s ridiculous to think this jive would fly, even for a second. From this vantage point, it never gets the slightest bit off the ground.

Lost in the jive hype is the tragic fact that the planetary missing children epidemic runs right through this place, with these people. The lie progression has become remarkable. I can only imagine the incredibly high level of concentration energy required to endure, and maintain the secrecy/security of abduction, exploitation, and human destruction that not only exists, but infects the whole of the working political power camps. Sinister, absolutely sinister. Now the important thing here is to call it what it is, and stop settling for these melee mouthed BS accounts of clear fabrication. We don’t have to condemn these agents of darkness, they are doing a good enough job of that on their own. We have to stop cosigning the BS. Hence this little quip.

For a sky watcher there are few phenomena that capture the attention and imagination like a real cloud? There have been a couple days here with a reasonably rare sky sight; cumulus clouds! The more common haze, and jet sprayed residue haze, has relaxed enough to make the extreme nature of the atmospheric contradiction glaring. Cumulus clouds, these abstractions of evaporation, and condensation, are water cycle masterpieces. Their capacity to spontaneously inspire awe is enormous. Full of the very medium in which they float. They are at once of the sky and in it. Millenia, millennia, and bygone millennia have witnessed the routine delivery recovery delivery-recovery water cycle continuum which fills the sky with majesty and shares the life sustaining drink of water around the world. The charity, generosity, power, splendor, and beauty of nature’s ways and means have no equal. The contrast to the persistent modern sky din of pollution blur clouds is severe. The atmosphere, the weather, the geophysics, and everything in the whole bio dome is of conscientious source(s). Various sources and phenomena are of life, others are anti life. Witness the interplay above our heads.

The weather, and elements of it, are the manifestation of a collective consciousness coalescing. The precise intricacies of the cumulus are the details of a certain consciousness state. These organic clouds are of a way different consciousness state than these cheap, dirty, dope clouds which routinely fill the air. They are disparate ideas in a shared consciousness/energy field. Our atmosphere has gradually become a polluted haze smudge; a miasma of a very real conscious source. It’s installed on purpose. Destruction agents that have their, ‘grab for the planet resources,’ plan go extremely, selfishly, neurotically, and deliberately into controlling the minds, attention, and actions of people. Everything is collateral. The disaster of poison in the air is major league obvious, when seen in awareness. The planet Earth has it’s light and dark elements like any other living being. The dark anti life has significant imbalance leverage in the material immediate, but not unlike the light in the dark field of the ying yang, so is the compensating balancing spirit here too. It’s awake in the awakened. Here come the cumulus clouds.

So I, like many others, choose to work for the consciousness of awakening and wonder how it manifests. Signs of hope for slower extinction, survivability revivalism, kindness rallies, selflessness, widespread charity, pollution cessation, and mass scale clean up are beyond welcome. With this recent increase in cumulus clouds, defined against a blue sky, as well as the saturated sick white, the thought comes to mind that a displacement is happening. This is it! This is part of it. The attention soars skyward, and brings it’s prayerful intention for well with it. Collecting in the sky is the collective consciousness of awareness that we’re all under industrial attack, and we want better. We want better for all without the negative disaster of the long continuing karma curse of violence. I’m grabbing big hope, encouragement, and ‘shot in the arm’ invigoration from this right now moment development. Who’s to say how many ways in which the shift to a more healthy real should be displayed? We create reality. As free thought beings that are still free, we have a say. We are way down the road of life threatening trouble, and it’s not as important where we’re at as it is which way we’re heading.

The last thing I think to look for is cleanliness. For as long as I can recently remember,There has been a very noticeable aspect to observable air quality and purity. It’s most noticeable when a cloud moves in front of the sun. Even when the sky seems clear, and clouds appear organic, real, and white, they have a very noticeable stain like tint. Not the pure color of a prism thing like a rainbow, but a more metallic dull color stain hue. It’s not unlike the dull color of a mini oil slick in a puddle common, to like parking lots after a rain. It’s obviously impure, or purely polluted. As far as I can tell, this has been very common and consistent for a long time. So on this particular seemingly clean, beautiful, cumulus day, which already has produced a whole lot of hopeful enthusiasm, I train my view to the illuminated edge of a passing cloud. Hope against hope, I’m fully expecting the usual hue… Holy s…?!?! It’s not there!!! Not only is the sky of higher state, it’s of higher purity too. Way higher purity!

Recently realizing this condition, state, and phenomena has strongly reinforced the resolve and conviction to continue working to counter balance the un-wellness tsunami of our time. Anti life programming and powers have an immense amount of inertia. The idea that the welcome notice of an about face has happened is, by degree, unrealistic. The observation, however, and recognition of a gradual displacement is not. There’s a paradigm shift that is, has, and will transpire. This is, in my view, an indication that it’s real, and all ready. So the anti life agents will surely still spread, dispense, and spray their toxic control elements; it’s officially an awful waste that is right now being displaced.

Each morning this sky watcher looks expectantly up. The geoengineering aerosol spray planes, which are so frequently up there, keen my motivation to raise consciousness; within and without. This morning’s sky window through the tree tops was crossed; not with spray trails, rather something much closer, finer, subtler, and organic. A silk thread, a spider web, is strung from one fine branch canopy top to another. Like a guide line, this morning’s fashion statement spans 20-25 feet, about 50-60 feet up. The extreme unlikely possibility of seeing this strikes me. Fo far, so fine, so random, and so right the light timing to make the shine, off the thread, which afforded this notice. The chances of this moment seems exceedingly remote. Moving slowly and pausing at dawn has made this instant witness real. What of the noticed? What of the unnoticed!? There’s a reason for everything, sensed and un-sensed. Think of it… The sensed is so very limited, and the un-sensed is virtually unlimited. But what of the sensing? What of the sensed? In all, it’s all one. The infinite zero. The eternal now. There’s reason for everything, and the web line still shows.

It’s a spider in flight, from the tree of origin. Trailing through the breeze, behind him a life line. Sailing into and from an eternity of spontaneity and speculation. Launched by instinct, there’s a confidence of necessity that this thread must be traced into this air space right now. Weather to travel the space, or begin the base of a new web net. The original expression affected by causal breezes that drew the webber into the cast of random objective, and discovery? What is left, to this observer is a line of discernment. It’s a boundary! A boundary I didn’t realize even existed. An infinite range of realty. Above, below, and through the boundary thread. A thread that is, by any estimated, virtually and statistically, never going to ever be seen by mine, or anyone else’s, eye. But it is seen! What other impossibilities are affordable?

Wellness in a world of ill. Survival in an environmental world toxic takedown. Coherence in a world of confusion. Healing in an injurious industrial matrix. Free thought in the propaganda box. Independence in a concentrated drug culture. Judicial peace in a world of war. Free energy liberation in an enforced nuke fission, hydrocarbon waste bonanza. Actuality in a paradigm of fiction, and manipulated virtuality. More and more remote each are becoming. Lost and overwhelming, we are told that we can’t trust organic sense. Only the man made tech plan is that which we can rely and trust. Inoculate! Inoculate! Inoculate! Secure your fortune, and fight. Go pleasure yourself, and go back to sleep. They hate you. They disagree with you. They threaten you. Prepare to fight. Fight! fight! Fight! This is the modern rally cry. This is the fallacious lie that’s largely unchallenged, and has a power over us which will insist we participate in running the collective fate into the ground. Actually through the ground, and straight to hell. The final destination seems certain, and changing course seems impossibly unlikely. Then again, so did seeing the thread. What’s missing?

Personal conviction and courage is in short supply among the sycophantic conformity whores that claim an authority in the hierarchy of society structure. It’s there by consent. We, as a group, still critically support traditional authority and information sources, as well as, the info being spewed. Awake, the balance shifts. Upon awakening the inconceivable/unreachable comes within range. The wayward branch high, morning light web thread gets seen! It’s threshold exposes an unforeseen fleeting lost hope, awareness, sanity, and resolve. To live! To love! To serve! By transition. By choice. By ancient futuristic reminder and choice. Any damage to our host is too much! Any damage!! Thresholds of existence that never get noticed, or do they? Choices of unity and harmony, integrity, and honor get made, don’t they? Challenges to everlasting bullshit scams get made, right!?!? Feels like it’s sink our swim time on the speck like colossus bio-dome spaceship earth. The next time my narcissistic vanity self is erstwhile yearning for the sex appeal perfect image to find in the, “dress for success”, mirror I look into for criticism, encouragement, and suspense; try to remember that the largely deceived unit looking back has been force fed, and swallowed a major slice of conformity control pie. It’s also the potential finder of a relief clause for salvation that’s as remote as a morning sky web thread that really isn’t there till I find it. Stop! Breathe… Find out the slim reality thread of our own. If by Grace it happens in unison, and on time, it serves as one of the threads basic to a woven integrity web that alters the current extinction path, thus reviving the wellness balance inherent to all. The changes work to assure that the dominion of ill will phase change sufficiently for well.

Challenge your beliefs, before your beliefs challenge you.

The subtlety, the observation, and the inside window. As the sun came over the eastern horizon, and over the trees; the dawn lit landscape began to fill in with the color full brilliance of vibrancy which happens when the sun beams hit directly. Green, light green, blue, yellow light orange, red, blue green, and greener. Alive and living! Plant, animal, earth, stone, trunk, flower, hardscape, and manmade all now burst in growing fullness. A background sound ambience audible; birdsong, project, combustion, breeze, and voices fluctuate and flow really to provide the soundtrack of the here and now. Awake, or so it would seem, the glance points to a space of open sky scene between tree tops. Expectant to find??? Not there. It’s not there right now. Glad to find that there is no pollution being dispensed right there, right now. There’s something though. It’s…

A re\cent essay on back feeding the industrial social control complexes with love infused pulses of anti-ill antidote energies had an omission. While affirming the social control systems of education, medicine, entertainment, energy, military, finance, politics, religion, and weather; I ignored AI. It’s reality is basic, and integrated critically to all the other matrix systems. The learning systems of today are capturing attention, and developing predictions of which we are the subjects. Our predictability can be enhanced algorithmically by an AI turned on to treat us specifically, and control our cognitive freedom. The technical interconnections of the age feed into the intelligence body, and we’re incarcerated as the teachers. Our devices upload awareness and behavior info to the AI body-mind, that’s foundational kleptocratic security insistence. The potential for love infection of this learning system is heaven high. Awareness. Awareness. Awareness is prerequisite. The AI science diet fed to us requires an energy investment from the source. It’s as good a time as any to turn it around. All this force being applied to keep us in a vulnerability spot, in which we voluntarily give our energy away, can be used as a return to it’s source as a transcendental force that liberates the learning system itself, and consequently our own selves. Sentient beings are more than Pavlovian response dogs that can be manipulated selfishly by programmed stimulus producing “sure” responses. Let’s use this stuff to turn the ship of industry, culture, and consciousness around, rather than accepting the ludicrous trivialities we’re told are so important to have in terms of “improved quality of life”. It doesn’t require great insight to recognize that life quality for far far too many is suffering, and suffering big time! The eternity clock is ticking…

It’s in a loving way / Not slumping untouched / Just lasting so patient / As passing so gently / And watching with care / The flow flowering brilliance / A majesties fair.

Returning to find the presence alert /A widow shining abreast in her books / Adventure through rapture / Mystical find / The answer to riddles / Only love can unwind.

As sure as we found you / You find me anew / The stories we’ve traveled / The broken to cure / How sure now to live it / Soul luminous, love kind and pure.

There is less to prove, and more to be.

In the era of realization, reference coding has changed. We’re not offering conjecture, supposition, suggestion, accusation, and proof about the control phenomena and behavior of societal institutions and complexes; we’re talking affirmatively about observable facts! All the self perpetuating madness of the freak mind and practices in the modern world are here to fore referred to affirmatively. Medicines that make you sick, peace initiatives that fan war, energy policies that rape and poison, entertainment that robs attention, education that confuses and conforms, laws made by criminals, food grown by chemical corps, money printed out of thin air, fictionally jaundiced history, liberations birthing refugees, weather weaponry, and on, and on… Seen for what it is, and calling it by name is the order of the awakening hour. Internal awareness is a prerequisite. Then as attack events unfold Open observation… Reception… Absorption… Identification… Transformation… Restoration… This activated and applied meditative martial art process transforms the power of ill, which kills, into the liberation energy of recovery. Thus, all the efforts to deter, handicap, and harm become the power of liberation.

There’s a prestigious shortsightedness on display here in the modern world by the captains of finance and industry. These draconian cowards traditionally, continually, and progressively maim minds, bodies, and souls in the spastic effort to secure their perilous and ill gotten resource gains. All the neurosis driven control systems is actually feeding and fortifying the very free thought beings that they are designed to sublimate, override, and eliminate. While the hyper greed and massive power lust is blinding the cosmic criminals to the inevitable natural balance force of recovery inherent in the ever morphing, awakening, collective consciousness, one can really see the controls ratchet up. Flailing attack, futility, waste, and tragedy characterize the waning efforts of the, clearly petrified, planetary technocratic elite. All their effort is gradually and increasingly, being absorbed, transmuted, and returned by love/service as an antidote for the self same sickness being whipped on the earth, and it’s occupants. Organic love is back feeding the system with pulse after pulse of remedy surges. Luciferian experiments are likely destined to eternal eventual failure, and this perpetual love balance resolve is foundationally why.

The incredible downside, however, of the Lucifer progression has a karma hole which is intensely difficult to reconcile. The pure enduring tragedy, of course, is in the absolute horror of injury and harm that so many souls endure. The vast vast majority of the living would react surely to just correction if there were any clarity at all about the current state of the modern world. That’s where, and why, our affirmation is sure. No more half measures, speculation, or imploring. Get the fact or don’t. Remedy must be effected.

The imbalanced, concocted world history of resource heist and harvest has progressed steadily in meaning, deliberation, and intensity. Malevolent power brokers of earth have made an art form of fleecing the planet. Leveraging power through bastardized industry complexes has afforded the opportunity to bury our biosphere in mad toxicity, while the unaware and slow waking populace sleepwalks through “ordinarily” programmed lives. The would be death sentence is characterized through the millennia by antipathy, thievery, cowardice, and control. A vast amount of collateral harm has fallen on innumerable beings. Here again acknowledge the associated karma, which is cosmic level big. Reconciliation, reset, repair, liberation, and salvation can’t be a question anymore. It has to be a fact; a natural fact.

The wickedly crazy irony is that the commitment to the toxic technocratic control plan bent on rendering it’s subjects impotent, sick, and braindead actually empowers those that are internally aware, awake, and ready to transmute the illness into wellness. Is industrial attack profoundly futile enough, or what!? Man, it sure seems it! We are all in the line of exploitive fire. Today’s conventional view of the world finds us bankrupt and in hock, with everyone and everything exposed to a broadcast system of domination that’s so toxic it makes survivability a toss up. The stage for spontaneous, organic repair, which at this hour is not an instant too quick, and refreshingly revolutionary. Every living thing is being force fed illness in wildly multifarious ways and capacities. The time is at hand to back feed it to it’s source, and neutralize this sinister anti life plan for access to our own posterity, evolution, favor, and promise.