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I Seek Help From The Love Beings

Posted by IronGhost , 02 January 2012 · 1,023 views

So now …

Let me clarify exactly just where False Bliss Chablis was situated in The RET.

It may be helpful to refer again here to my crude map. As you know, I was in the Solarium area and next to this is what I have rather unimaginatively the “Weird Area.”

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The Weird Area is separated from the Solarium seating area not by a wall, but by some kind of “barely there” force field.  It’s more like a “benign barrier.” I say that because I have observed people and things pass through it easily. The Goddess Waitress, for example, passes through it with no problem.
  
I also was certain that when I threw the Greek coin into the Weird Area, it would sail right inside, which it did, or would have – but as I said, False Bliss Chablis reached out and intercepted it.


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Important Note: When I originally sat down to write this, I created a 7-point list of the reasons why I decided to take the tricky, dicey effort I am about to tell you about to get my coin back from False Bliss Chablis – but I have decided to eliminate all them here for the sake of brevity.


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Another important note: I have yet to explain what the Weird Area really is, what goes on in there, and I think I may be able to at least give you an idea of what is happening in there – what I can tell you is that the Weird Area is not the mundane stuff of the 3-dimensional world – but an area raised dimensionally to an incredible degree.

All object and living entities within the Weird Area are manifesting beyond 4-dimensions. That means “they” can easily see us, but we can only glimpse them – and thus the weirdness of what I observe there.

But it’s weird for other reasons as well – such as the strange powers, activities and desires of the beings or entities inhabiting the Weird Area.


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The RET environment itself – the areas I generally operate in -- can said to be quasi-three dimensional – this is the Dream World, after all – but while I am there, I impose my personal will upon my own experiences -- but I CANNOT impose my will upon the Weird Area – It stays extremely strange; it is permanently raised dimensionally ...


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Anyway:

False Bliss was ensconced inside a hollowed out column, or pillar, of stone. (As usual). She was sitting on a pile of frozen snow (also as usual). The pillar itself was straddling Solarium floor space and Weird Area space – in effect, it was in both environments.


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The first time I encountered False Bliss – this was almost 20 years ago – I was walking in a strange dark city in my dreams. I became lucid within the dream, and continued my walk through the dank, dreary city. It was night time.

I was on a street comprised of massive stone buildings. As I walked along, I passed by a small alcove in one of the stone buildings, and in it sat False Bliss on the snow, bombed out of her mind on her magnum of Goblin Wine.  As I passed by her, I thought: “Oh well, yet another homeless wino” and I kept exploring the city.

A short distance away, however, I came upon a convent of nuns – this was in a broad parkland area within the city --  this group of nuns were called the “The Holy Flower Sisters.”  

The Flower Sisters were outside of their elaborate convent structure performing various gardening tasks, even though it was as night. When I approached, they gathered to speak with me.

I told them about False Bliss Chablis and asked the Flower Sisters if they would go over there and help her.

The Flower Sisters told me that they were well aware of False Bliss Chablis, and they agreed that they would pray for her, if I would also agree to pray for her at the same time.

I told them that I could pray for her, but in the meantime, I asked the Flower Sisters why they didn’t just go over there and get False Bliss Chablis and take her back with them to their convent, maybe just to warm up and dry out for a while, and maybe give her something to eat.

My suggestion seemed to nettle the Flower Sisters, and resulted in a kind of debate.

So I began to have a rather snippy discussion with these dippy nuns. Our talks frequently devolved into disagreements and pettiness – I remember at one point, one of the Sisters referred to me as a “sadistic monomaniac,” which I felt was just completely uncalled for. I mean, come on!

(Jeepers, all I was trying to do was help a wino!)

As the discussion continued, I happened to notice that one of the Flower Sisters had a suspicious looking bulge under her robes. I pretended not to notice but kept a watchful eye.

When the sister thought I wasn’t looking, I noticed she reached into the folds of her robe, turned away slightly, and hefted a bottle to her lips. I caught a glimpse of the label – I didn’t see the name of what she was drinking, but I got a definite peek of the Forest Goblin Monk proudly holding up a bunch of grapes!

I was fairly stunned. The sanctimonious, preachy, holier-than-thou Flower Sisters had obviously been compromised!

At least one of them was snarfing a bottle of False Bliss Chablis – or certainly some other vintage brewed by the Goblin Monks –and so I concluded they would be of limited use in helping poor old False Bliss!

I should say that at the time that having this kind of dream was something of a reflection of what I was doing at the time. I was living and working in a crummy inner-city Mission shelter for homeless people. I was pulling the first of a 2-year stint as a VISTA volunteer. VISTA is like the domestic version of the Peace Corps, except you don’t go to some other country, but rather try to help poor and homeless people here in the good old U.S.A. It was a gruesome time because I had to live on a “subsistence stipend” which means I had very little money and so had to eat every day in the soup kitchen with all the other bums and drunks, and so forth. I was teaching writing classes at a local university at night to earn extra cash.

So at the time, I mused that my dream encounter of False Bliss Chablis and the Holy Flower Sisters had more to do with Freudian “day residue” mirroring what I was working on back then – however; False Bliss Chablis has continued to appear in my dream travels ever since these past 20 years. I have made more than one attempt to release her from her indigent state, and to wean her from her thirst for Goblin Wine – but I have always failed.

One time about 10 years ago I was sleeping and was awoken by a dry, raspy cackling kind of laughter. I lifted my head in bed, and was not-so-pleased to see False Bliss right there in my bedroom! Her stone pillar was in the corner. False Bliss was really loaded.

She was chortling and babbling, pausing only to pour gulps of goblin wine down her scrawny throat.

Unfortunately, I was unable to affect much control of the situation – I was in the hypnagogic state, experiencing body paralysis, which is easy normally easy for me to manipulate, but I had taken prescription narcotics earlier to deal with a massive migraine headache – I remember wanting to shout at False Bliss to get out of my bedroom, but then I drifted back to unconsciousness.

But the next morning my wife told me that I actually had shouted out in my sleep. “What did I say?” I asked.

She said I shouted – “GET … THE … HELL … OUT OF HERE  … YOU … RAT-BITTEN … SKANK!”


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So now here again False Bliss Chablis shows up at The RET – she’s almost like some kind of pathetic Dr. Who, except she does not travel in a phone booth, but in a miserable, frigid pillar of stone.  

I had never seen False Bliss here at The RET before, but  I saw an opportunity to leverage this unique environment to perhaps once and for all deliver salvation to her –

-- to be honest, I probably just wanted to retrieve the Philip of Macedon coin from the old hag’s claw to prevent her from getting into a huge amount of trouble

-- thereby creating a significant karmic imbalance to be tallied against my cosmic score.


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I turned away from False Bliss just in time to see Pandit Magnneson roll off the table and go skirting off toward the “Left Hall” of The RET. As I watched him roll away, I happened to notice a distortion blur forming on the Hall of Infinity.

Someone was emerging from Infinity!

Slowly the shape of a human form resolved. It was a man who appeared to be carrying a large suit case, or perhaps a trunk. When he finally resolved into The RET proper, I could see a rather foppish, slender young man dressed in 18th Century garb.

As he walked toward the solarium area and I got a better look at him – I was amazed! I instantly recognized him!

My God!  

It was Bavarian physicist and master optician Joseph von Fraunhofer!  He died in 1826!  

Woooo-hoooo!!!  

Here he was alive and well at The RET!!!  I wish I could describe how delighted I was!

JOSPEH VON FRAUNHOFER!!!  YESSSSSSSS!!!!!

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Better yet, Fraunhofer was not carrying a suit case, but a large wooden case – which I dearly hope contained a Fraunhofer telescope.

Forgetting my mission in regards to my coin and False Bliss for a moment, I stepped over toward Herr Fronhaufer to present myself – but then I chickened out – I didn’t feel worthy. I didn’t want to stammer and faun like a pathetic fan boy in the presence of the great man.

Fraunhofer strolled through the Solarium and took up a position next to the massive window, where he set down his case and – YES! YES! YES! – opened it up to reveal a stunning instrument of rich mahogany and burnished brass fixtures – it looked to be at least a 6-inch refractor with an unusually short focal length – but why was he setting up such a marvelous telescope here?

SUPER COOL!

But now, with great effort, I turned away from Herr Fraunhofer and directed my attention to The Triad of the Nine, who were still noodling around with an Ouija board.


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The ugly heads of the Triad were still positioned on the table, and the bland Middle Heads were in control. As much of a drag it is to converse with the mega-insipid Middle Tier of the Triad, they were less obnoxious and insulting as the Bottom Tier and not as flighty and esoteric as the angelic golden-haired Top Tier.

The fact that The Triad was consulting an Ouija Board is was gave me what I hoped would be a brilliant idea – perhaps a way after all these years I could finally release False Bliss Chablis from her pyscho-spiritual prison – perhaps even learn what her real name is!!


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In concept, my idea was simple. I intended to intervene in the Triad’s Ouija session, and use their board to contact “The Love Beings. “


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(Note: If you are unfamiliar with the Love Beings, they are a “group consciousness” or some kind of swarm of “Multi-Beings” whose existence is centered around the concept of love. I first introduced them here: LOVE BEINGS)


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Again, my reasoning was simple. What I needed to use against the powerful spell gripping False Bliss was an extremely powerful force – and I don’t know what make me think of this in the moment – but I thought:

“Well, love is one of the most powerful forces in the universe. What if I could somehow irradiate False Bliss with massive waves of love energy?"

Perhaps  it would be like using a powerful sand blaster to remove years of encrusted rust from a steel wall – except I would “love blast” the old hag using the energy of the Love Beings – hoping this would break through her deep encasement in the false bliss induced by Goblin brew.


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With reluctance, I approached The Triad. I decided to simply observe them for a moment to see who they were communicating with on the Ouija board. I leaned over and placed a hand on the table. As I did so, one of the ugly heads resting on the table reached out with a sticky purple-brown tongue, which actually had some fuzzy mold upon it, and licked my hand. Instead of jerking my hand away, I shoved the offending head off the table. It landed on the floor, making a squishy-melon sound.  None of The Triad seemed to mind, not even the body which the head belonged to.


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(Note: What I think I will do here is skip the fairly interesting conversation I observed taking place between The Triad and the Ouija entity they had contacted – which in any case, was not an Ouija entity, per se, but rather it was myself, except it was me in the past, in the year 1979, when I was about 20 years old. This is not the first time The Triad has contacted my Past Self via the Ouija – it’s weird and hard to deal with speaking very directly to a younger version of yourself -- but I’ll just leave all that right here for now).


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I spoke to The Triad:

“Triad! I now beg your indulgence and seek your assistance with contacting some important associates! Will you lend me your fingers?”

One of The Triad answered:

“Ken, as you know, we endeavor to facilitate mutualistic relationships, and indeed, we have taken the proactive step of granting you official provisional membership in our association, which is to say, and let’s be candid, we see in your form the utilization …”

“TRIAD!!” I shouted, cutting off the endless ‘corporate-like, jargon speak’ of the flavorless Middle Tier heads …

“Let us focus! I cannot contemplate so much as provisional membership in your association at this time!

“I think you know where I stand on the matter of adding my head to The Triad so that you may achieve The Quad! I will say, however, that your kind assistance here and now will reflect favorably on our relationship!"

And then I added:

" … even though our relationship is in the very, very preliminary stage, and I would even classify it as “in the radically preliminary stage in the extreme!”

They all looked disappointed, naturally, but answered:

“Yes, Ken, yes, yes. Ken, if we could facilitate the proceedings then, I know we will endeavor …”

“GOOD!  (I cut them short again).

“Now, Triad, I ask nothing of you but for one or all of you to place a finger upon the planchette and allow me to conduct the session, and without interruption or any interjection of any kind on your part, agreed?”

“Yes, Ken, yes, yes. Ken, yes, and just …”

“I will now open the session!”

Before The Triad could start babbling again, I turned my attention toward the Ouija board, composed myself and opened a new session:

“I am seeking communication with those entities I have come to know as The Love Beings. The planchette quickly began spelling out words:

ANSWER: WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING!

WE SHIMMER FOR THEE, BELOVED!!  

WE LOVE YOU! WE LOVE YOU! WE LOVE YOU!

WE SHIMMER OUR LOVE FOR YOU!”

Question: Do you even know who I am?

ANSWER: OH! EXOTIC WONDER!  

A LUXURY OF PULCHRITUDE!

CORUSCATING REFLECTION!

SHIMMERING WAVES OF LOVE ENERGY EVINCING ESSENSE!

LOVING KENNETH!

KENNETH! KENNETH! KENNETH!

WE CANNOT EXIST ANOTHER INSTANT WITHOUT TOTAL ABSORBPTION INTO YOUR LOVING ENERGY!

OH! THERE!

HOW NOVEL! SO STRANGE! MARVEL OF SWEET!

WE LOVE YOU! WE LOVE YOU! WE LOVE YOU!

WE SHIMMER!

WE NOW BEGIN TO SHIMMER AT AN EVEN GREATER LEVEL!

WE SHIMMER MORE THAN WE SHIMMERED JUST PREVIOUSLY!

THE SHIMMERING OF LOVE IS SWEET LOVE IN BRILLIANT NEW FORM!

WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING …

Question: Yes, well … the pleasure is all mine, I’m sure, Love Beings. Listen, my friends, and if you can please limit your shimmering to an absolute minimum -- limiting your shimmering may even increase your love! – so bear that in mind – but anyway,  I think I have a unique way for you to manifest love. Does this interest you?

ANSWER: TELL US! TELL US! WE MUST SHIMMER THIS NEW FORM OF LOVE OF WHICH YOU SPEAK! WE ARE BURSTING TO KNOW IT!

SHOW US NEW LOVE!

SHOW US!

SHIMMER, LOVE, LOVE, SHIMMER, LOVE, LOVE, SHIMMER, SHIMMER WE ARE SHIMMERING ….!!!

Question: Now listen to me, Love Beings. Over to be right in terms of three-dimensional physical location is a sad, pathetic, miserable, ugly, wrinkled-up, wasted  and dissipated old crone whom I call False Bliss Chablis.

Love Beings, I feel that she is not properly shimmering the joy of love. She is possessed in a false form of love. Can you perceive this pathetic old hag, and can you help me?

ANSWER: KENNETH LOVING BEING!

THE CRONE IS LOVE AMAZING!

WE LOVE HER!

WE LOVE HER SPECIAL LOVE!

SHE IS LOVE!

SHE IS AMAZING LOVE WRAPPED IN ASTONISHING PRE-FORM LOVE BURSTING TO BECOME TRUE-FORM LOVE!

THE CRONE IS LOVE INCUBATING LOVE!

LOVE! LOVE! LOVE!

Question: Certainly you will agree with me, Love Beings, that if we can force the completion of the crone’s incubation of pre-form love so that it can burst into the fruition of a true-form love, this will be a great loving achievement!

ANSWER: YES! YES! YES!  

INFINTITE LOVING!

YES!

MANIFESTING NEW LOVE!

KENNETH! YOUR LOVE DRIVES SCHISMS OF A LOVE BETWEEN PRE-FORM LOVE AND TRUE-FORMS LOVE!

IT SHALL BRING TO FRUITION TRUE FORM LOVE!  

YOUR LOVE IS AS HOLY GLUE!

HOW DID YOU CONCEIVE IT!

KENNETH, HOW DID YOU CONCIEVE THIS LOVE!

TELL US!

PLEASE TELL US!

WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING ...

Question: Please moderate your shimmering. And let’s Not get bogged down in how I conceptualized the idea. But I need your help.

I need you to be my partners in love!

Love Beings, how do I direct a powerful, unstoppable schism of love in between the pre-form love of the pathetic crone and the true-form love which is her potential and destiny?

How do I drive the system?

ANSWER: A SIMPLE POLYHEDRON!

OH, LOVING KENNETH!

LOVING SHOWER!

UNRUTTED GLUE LOVE THAT BINDS BUT DOES NOT STICK!

POSITION THE BEAUTIFUL CRONE IN THE CENTER OF THE POLYHEDRON!

WE WILL COME FORTH!

Question: You will come forth?  


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(Note: The declaration of the Love Beings that they would “come forth” suddenly made me extremely nervous. My intuition was tingling. Inexplicably, I felt danger in the situation).

I decided to press on. The Love Beings seemed to think helping False Bliss Chablis would be no problem. I was eager to see what they could do for her after all my years of failure).


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I continued, speaking to the Love Beings:

Ahh, a polyhedron again, as you suggested to my friend Darcy. How many facets will be required to form this polyhedron of love which will drive the love-schism-glue process?

ANSWER: THREE LOVING BEINGS!

KENNETH EQUALS UNIQUE LOVE!

KENNTH ANCHORED IN COMPRESSED LOVING DENSE MATTER!

WE LOVE YOU! THE AGONY OF YOUR LOVE CAUSES US TO SHIMMER!

HAVE WE TOLD YOU?

WE SHIMMER!

LOVING KENNETH, POSITION THE CRONE AT THE CENTER OF A POLYHEDRON OF THREE SIDES!
YOU AS ONE NODE, LOVING PEPPER AS ONE NODE, AND WE AS NODE THREE!

WE WILL COME FORTH!

KENNETH, WE HAVE IMPORTANT NEW INFORMATION FOR YOU!

Question: What is it?

ANSWER: WE HAVE RE-EXAMINED OUR LOVE FOR YOU, AND HAVE DETERMINED THAT OUR LOVE FOR YOOU WAS EVEN GREATER THAN WE THOUGHT!

Question: That’s nice. But let’s stay focused. It sounds to me like you want me to create a triangle with the scabby old crone at the center of it. At each point of the triangle, will be a loving entity. One will be me, the other will be you – but who or what is this “Loving Pepper” you speak of?

ANSWER: LOOK BEYOND THE CRONE!!

LOOK NOW!

THE LOVING PEPPER WHICH TRAVELS WITH YOU!

WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING …!


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Note: What the hell were they talking about?

The Love Beings seemed to think that there was something inside the Weird Area that was “traveling with me”. And what did they called it – “loving pepper?”


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I turned my attention to the interior of the Weird Area, and as I sent the consciousness of my intent of observation into it – I began to experience the inevitable “crackle” of “consciousness blow back.”


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I think I have talked about this before – when you confront realms of higher dimension in the Dream/Astral world – or while you are in a state of meditation – you can become confused and disoriented by higher dimensional realms and thought forms – I think this is because we naturally resist and reject higher dimensions as nonsense, or at least, as something so strange we just move away from it.

However, when you resolve to confront it directly, you can expand yourself, and learn to operate more fully in dimensionally-raised realms, but during the process, you deal with the “blow back” as I have come to call it.


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Looking into higher dimensions of the Weird Area for this “Loving Pepper” the Love Beings spoke of was anything but easy, considering the fantastic array of “shapes” and “forms” and “processes” happening there – and there were also clearly “living entities” of an extremely exotic nature doing fantastically strange things ---

--- have you ever seen a higher dimensional being “eat”? – you may not want to –

--- but somewhere in that dimensionally alien landscape I had a friend – someone or something that “traveled with me,” according to the Love Beings.

I calmed myself, turned my full attention to the Weird Area, and strained with the exertion of contemplative observation, looking for my “Pepper Friend” --


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As I did so, I was aware of something monumentally strange – and energy -- building within the atmosphere of The RET, like a raised tingling awareness of imminence beginning to suffuse the atmosphere.

Something was fermenting, something was fomenting.

I happened to notice in my peripheral vision that the three giants – the Nephilim? – were still outside the Solarium area. But they had finished their walking meditation.

The three giants were now standing three-abreast, looking down through the glass of the Solarium.

Their eerie stance and steady, intense gaze – yet with gentle, focused and relaxed eyes– gave me the feeling of cosmic butterflies in my ‘stomach.’

I thought: “What do they expect to happen in here?”

Again, the cryptic phrase of The Love Beings troubled me: “We will come forth."

I turned around and looked at Herr Fraunhofer. Was it my imagination, or did he began to hurry his assemblage of the telescope he was setting up in The RET? Fraunhofer looked at me, then returned to his work and hurried even more.

I turned back toward the Weird Area and looked within.

And there!!!!!  

I saw it!!!

The Pepper Entity!!!  

I couldn’t believe who it was!!!

MINNESOTA PARANORMALA






Jedediah Strange
Jan 03 2012 06:19 PM
Tease... :P
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Jedediah Strange
Jan 03 2012 06:20 PM
Holy crow...if the Pepper Entity is who I think it is, the next post will be most interesting.
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What's your opinion of the Love Beings? Do you find them to be nice? Or annoying?
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Are you asking me, Bigger J., or just looking for the opinions of other readers here in general? As for me -- let me think about it and get back to you.  Cheers ...
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Yeah, I'm asking you. Sorry if I sounded ambiguous.
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