The idea of the Love Being was this: We were to create a simple polyhedron, in the case a perfect isosceles triangle that would position False Bliss Chablis in its center. This “Triangle of Love” would be driven by three “energy sources of love” at each corner. I would be at one point, the Love Being at another and the “circuit” would be completed by a multi-dimensional entity positioned within the Weird Area. It will probably help to examine this crude diagram I have drawn to better represent where all "the players" in this effort stand:
False Bliss Chablis (the hag) was to be positioned in the middle of this "Polyhedron of Love" so that we could "fry her" with love energy.
Now as I said, the Love Beings identified this third player as some kind of traveling companion of mine – some sort of “Pepper Entity.”
My first task was to identify this multi-D Pepper Entity within the Weird Area, something I wasn’t eager to do. Why not? Let me tell you something about the Weird Area – it can fry you, man!
If you have a fear based-personality or if you frame your reality in terms of threats vs. safety, or good vs. evil, or comfort vs. pain – the Weird Area will devour you!
If you cling to any kind of dualism …
If you insist on a rational conception of your reality …
If you have hardened principles …
If you harbor judgments …
If you have certainties …
If you are positioned from a sense of non-dynamic solid reality …
If you have a safe harbor where your own personal anchor can be found …
If you have a personal Savior …
If you are ensconced within a framework of classical time …
If you are in the habit of conceiving reality and not perceiving reality, such as it is …
… well, then, my friends: THE WEIRD AREA WILL DECONSTRUCT YOUR ASS!
Merely to gaze upon the Weird Area in a direct and concerted way invites challenges, to say the least.
Remember that passage in the Bible when Lot and his wife Ado (also called Edith) were fleeing the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah? An angel warned them not to look back. But Ado decided to sneak a peek anyway and she was turned into a pillar of salt.
Something similar happened to the Euyrdice, the wife of Orpheus as she was leaving the Underworld after being killed by a snake. She was granted permission to leave, but was warned not to turn around and look back as she was leaving. She did so anyway, and vanished.
These archetypical myths make me wonder if there is some kind of connection between them and a place like the Weird Area. When I contemplate the stories of Lot or Orpheus, they invoke a subjective feeling of similarity – that to look upon a certain area where nonhuman beings are working their machinations or humping up their deviltry – well, that’s not for just anyone.
I credit my NDE at age 10, 30 years of Zen meditation, and the lifetime I have spent disassembling and reassembling the illusory structure of my consciousness for enabling me to withstand proximity to the Weird Area – and being able to confront it in the most limited sense – basically just acknowledging its existence – and accepting it (and IT IS extremely difficult to accept).
I can sneak as occasional peak, like one can glance ever-so-briefly at the sun, and then flinch away before being blinded.
I guess I belabor this point because I want to impress on all of you that looking into the Weird Area for my ‘Pepper Friend’ -- which seemed nothing more than a lark for the Love Beings -- was a task of monumental difficulty for me. (And as you will soon see, my misgivings were not unfounded).
But this is what I had to do if I were to ever pull the chain on False Bliss and flush her out of my life, and also get my coin back.
Composing myself, I directed my attention into the Weird Area – the entire space itself seemed a living being, sensing the intrusion of my consciousness. It was like touching the skin of a whale; you feel just a tiny portion of it but you sense a shiver ripple across the whole of its enormous hide. In a similar fashion, it was as if the entire volume of the Weird Area sensed my mind and presence – or maybe one might also compare it to touching one strand of a spider’s web – and sensing the shiver propagate across the vast network of the mesh.
I had the feeling I was only be tolerated provisionally – watch out! – make a wrong move and it’s the “Consciousness Cuisinart” for you – set for frappe -- baby!
As I continued to probe, searching that area where the Pepper Being must be, the crackle of the blow-back sizzled forward, grating against the construct of my psyche, like ground glass rubbing on my skin.
But then – A LOCK! – I HAD IT! The Pepper Being!!!!!
OHHHHHHH!!!! HA! HA!
HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
I turned my mind away and practically fell to the floor of The RET -- laughing at the ridiculousness of it all!
Indeed, the Love Beings were correct!
The Pepper Being was a friend of mine, of sorts. Here, then, is a picture of my friend, the "Pepper Being."
My Pepper Friend
Yes, it is an ordinary jalapeño pepper I grow in a pot in home during the winter!
Here’s the deal: In Minnesota we have long bitter winters and short, blissful summers. I am an avid gardener, and a few years ago I took up the practice of growing a food plant inside as a kind of symbolic way to “bring a little of the summer with along with me” through the long winter. A pepper plant does remarkably well in a pot, so year after year, I have taken to bringing one with me through the winter.
Now: Remember, I am writing here about events that occurred about one year ago. One might think that this picture of a pepper plant that I have in my home now would not be the same as the one I grew last year – but the fact is – I believe this to be the same plant.
For one reason, I save the seeds from each plant to grow next year, so there is a genetic continuity. But also, I have reason to believe that the same basic “Pepper Plant Personality" reincarnates anew during each subsequent winter. I won’t go more into this right now – you all can think this ridiculous if you want to – but the bottom line is that -- I resurrect same “Pepper Entity” every winter – so the pepper you see in this picture is the same pepper as the one that came with me to The RET last year.
As my wife would tell you I have a certain tendency to form rather personal relationships with animals and plants (which she finds somewhat exasperating) – but in short, I dote upon my pepper plant, watering it, applying chicken manure and oyster shells for fertilizer, repositioning it from window-to-window throughout the day so that it can catch the maximum amount of natural sunlight during the short, dark winter days.
When one works long lonely days alone as a writer, you tend to develop some eccentricities, I suppose, one of which for me is inordinate attachment to other living entities, (and even inanimate objects, as in my coin) -- at any rate , I don’t see why one should adopt any unnecessary prejudices against other life forms, or think of anyone as “less than” merely because such an entity is oriented as a vegetable life form – after all, one of the most intelligent beings I know is a plant – my friend !QXAXIQ!
But let me get back to business here …
There in The RET, the Pepper Entity was manifesting multi-dimensionally in the Weird Area. It did not look like a pepper plant – I could sense the essence of my Pepper Friend -- and know it truly to be my unique Pepper Friend -- because I was so familiar with the “ident” of its “emotional signature.” The pepper plant I see every day in my waking world is merely the shadow of this larger, multidimensional manifestation of the “true pepper body,” so to speak …
… there in the Weird Area of The Ret, the visual cues of my Pepper Friend might more closely resemble a roughly spherical set of tubular, tornadic or perhaps cyclonic explosions blowing away from a central core, looping out and then back around to rejoin a central glowing green mass that was alive with hyper-expanding energetics, radiant-blooming and branching out, yet always looping back in on itself …
The Pepper I perceive in my normal world is only a shadow of a "Greater Pepper Soul"
Whatever – it was my Pepper Friend, you can rest assured of that.
Despite the soul-pulverizing effect of the dimensional blow-back, I was delighted to know that my Pepper Friend was traveling with me here in The RET – so far away from home!
Still, I was grateful to turn my attention away from the hyper-dimensional from of my Pepper Friend -- to the more familiar and comfortable environment of the Solarium Area is so much easier to handle. I was still standing next to the Triad and the Ouija board. I placed my finger on the planchette, and the Triad – now in lockstep with my intent and taking my lead –obliged by adding their twisty, boney fingers to the planchette as well.
Question: “Love Beings! I have located my Pepper Friend! It is positioned beyond False Bliss Chablis in that area I call the Weird Area! Do you still attend?”
ANSWER: YOUR LOVE FOR YOUR PEPPER FRIEND AND THE LOVE OF YOUR PEPPER FRIEND FOR YOU IS A MAGNIFICENT ODE!
A BLESSED WORK!
WE ARE SHIMMERING THE JOY OF PEPPER-KENNETH LOVE! WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING .....!”
Question: Yes. Love Being, shall we proceed with the formation of the polyhedron of love? I will move into position to occupy my point of the polyhedron. Will the location of the Ouija board serve as the doorway through which you will come forth?
ANSWER: YES! WE WILL COME FORTH!
TOGETHER WE WILL SHIMMER THE HAG WITH LOVE!
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!
A POLYHEDRON OF EXOTIC LOVE WHICH AS HAS NEVER MANIFESTED BEFORE!
I directed my next comments to the Triad:
“Triad! Have you been following the development of events? Do you comprehend what is about to ensue?”
As I spoke thusly to the Triad, a pulse surged through the Ouija board. The Ouija board expanded and became a three-dimensional cube!
Throughout the cube the letters of the alphabet were suspended evenly in rows – but also strange ciphers unknown to me were also present. The Ouija had expanded dimensionally, and this also meant that additional “letters” or bits of symbolic meaning were added or perhaps needed to support the new super structure.
The Ouija Cube was energized with blue radiance. It was like a blue block of wavering water, except that it was not water, but some sort of aether that was blue energy.
In the center of the Ouija Cube a small gold-white orb, a point-pulsation of light-energy, like an evening star, and this began to throb.
Two of the three members of the Triad were still in contact with the board, touching it with a finger -- at the moment the flat, 2-dimensional Ouija board transformed into a glowing Ouija Energy Cube with beaming orb at its center.
This caused the two Triad members to be blown backwards, their chairs upending, and their bodies flailing and sprawling across the floor.
One member of the Triad went sliding on his back, head first, across The RET floor toward the Weird Area. He came to a stop, but his head and shoulders had penetrated through the Benign Barrier, meaning his head was inside the Weird Area.
A horrified, guttural scream – as if torn forcibly from his throat -- came ripping out from his gaping mouth!
He reached up and clawed at his Middle Tier head, removed it, and he managed to toss it back into the Solarium Area. Now the beautiful Top Tier "angel head" was in charge – but still in the Weird Area.
Now the Triad, with the Top Tier beautiful angel head, pulled himself to his feet – but unfortunately in his momentary confusion, he stood up full-body inside the Weird Area.
His achingly lovely blue-gold eyes popped wide with insane wonder!
He raised his arms above his head, reaching his hands toward the heavens, and he began to sing wildly in tongues!
The Triad’s voice was like the musical throat-rattle of a sandhill crane -- but combined with the astonishing ululations of a world-class Swiss Alps yodeling champion!
!!!! UUUUUU---EEEE---EELLLLLLEEEEOOOOOOOO—OOOOWEEEE---UUUULULLULLLLLLLU ---UWUWWUUWUUU –UWEEEE-UEWEEEEE-UWEEEEEE—GURGGGGLLLEEEE, RATTLE, RATTLE, RATTLE –UUUUWEEEEE ---OOOOHHH---iiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaa—OHH-OHH-OHHHH—gug-gug-gug-gug-OOOUUUUWEEEE-OLEOLELEOLEOLEO!!!!!
His voice was being raised dimensionally!
The Top Tier Triad member – ! trapped FULL inside the Weird Area ! -- spread his arms outward like a wildly dancing crucified Christ -- and he began to spin and jitter with frenetic, chaotic seizure-like eruptions!
He spun like a nuclear-charged humanoid marionette high on LSD –but also as if he was also being poked on all sides by a thousand electric Taser Guns!
In a blistering, charged, ultra-atomic frenzy, he clawed at his angel head -- the final head of the Triad series -- tore it from his brain stem, and with rapidly disordering desperateness, he flung it back into the Solarium Area!
Now all that was left of the Triad member was a body, from which the shoulders poked the spinal cord and neck vertebra, topped by a fully exposed brain!
The brain began to be raised dimensionally!
The brain began to expand and form a brain hyper-structure!
The hands of the Triad reached up to grab his transforming brain!
When his hands touched his brain, they were sucked into the expanding hyper-phasing brain-mass!
The rest of the body was sucked into the hypermass!
! HE PASSED BEYOND PERCEPTION !
The two remaining member of the Triad – now I suppose only a Duo – looked on at what had happened to their ‘brother” in shocked bewilderment.
They had long hoped to achieve the Quad one day – but this was a devastating turn of events!
They were still wearing their Middle-Tier heads, and after a moment of stunned gazing into the Weird Area, they returned their attention to the alarming point-orb inside Quija Energy Cube, which seemed to be picking up energy, pulsating, growing, throbbing – it beginning to cast off energy waves that even I began to feel. I backed away.
The remaining two ‘Triad’ grasped their ugly Bottom-Tier heads, placed them over the top of their Middle-Tier heads. They looked around and found where the Top-Tier angel head had landed under one of the Solarium tables. One of them grabbed it, tucked it under his arm like a rugby ball – and they ran for it.
I didn’t see where they went – I was busy monitoring the expanding orb of radiant pulsation inside the Ouija Energy Cube – I felt light pulsing wavelets of energy lapping against me in a growing resonating pattern. The orb was no longer a point, but now a visibly spherical growing mass.
The Love Beings cometh!
I look out of the great Solarium windows and there stood the three giants -- the Nephilim – and what I saw them doing unsettled me. They were reaching behind their backs, and their hands each came back producing an item in their right fists – it looked like a set of shiny brass knuckles.
They held the “brass knuckles” out in front of them. In some fashion they activated them. Out from the center of each “brass knuckle” device a large rectangular, blurry-but-transparent shield expanded outward. Now the three giants stood holding some kind of energy shields in front of them, kind of like those large rectangular shields riot police use in dicey crowd control situation. However, I can see in their expressions and in the eyes of the Nephilim that they were interested in watching the emergence of the Love Being – somehow, the giants perceived what was about to happen here, and they wanted to observe the events – but only from behind their shields!
But I was all in! I was determined to see this through! I wasn’t too worried (okay, I was sacred spitless) – but I also felt that if things got really out of hand, that natural “circuit breaker” of my consciousness would kick in to simply collapse my control of the lucid dream state – and the worst that could happen to me is that I would wake up back in bed – (although possibly screaming and babbling like a lunatic!)
I backed away further from the Ouija Energy Cube, and moved over to my position. Judging the distance mentally by sighting myself with a glance of my Pepper Friend over in the Weird Area, a placed myself on the floor of The RET to make a perfect triangle with False Bliss Chablis in the center – again, with me, the emerging Love Beings and my Pepper Friend as the anchor points of the triangular Polyhedron of Love.
I gritted my teeth and shouted: “Okay, you pathetic old rat crone! Take a last pull from your rotten jug of Goblin wine! Let’s see if you can withstand a nuclear Tri-Blast of the mighty unique Love Construct that’s about to fry you to a dusty crisp!”
And as they promised -- the Love Beings came!
Oh …………………… My …………………………God !
The Love Beings came … oh my, oh my …… they came forth ....
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