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  1. Joseph Aaron

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    Joseph Aaron
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    I have been going through some crazy stuff the last year of my life, but the last few months have gotten just bad. Something is attacking me almost in a physical sense. I I have no knowledge of what to do or how to defend myself. I am just scratching the surface of even learning about my astral body. And I'm being attacked so much it has become physically debilitating. If anyone can help me I would love for you to contact me. I just need to speak with someone who has some kind of knowledge with this. I don't know where to turn so this is a start. If someone is willing to speak with me I will give you my contact information. I live in East Tennessee. I will give my phone number if necessary. Thank you to anyone that can help.

  2. Disappeared in Five Minutes: Sheryl Beth Powell & Miley
    By Deanna Jaxine Stinson and Paul Dale Roberts, HPI's Esoteric Detectives
    Halo Paranormal Investigations
    Sacramento Paranormal Help
    Email: jazmaonline@gmail.com
    Sacramento Paranormal Haunted Hotline: 916 203 7503

    When I read the news about Sheryl Beth Powell and her dog Miley and how they disappeared, I was shocked. Sheryl’s husband Joseph went to reposition his vehicle and left Sheryl with her dog Miley at the Grandview Campground. Joseph was gone a mere five minutes and when he returned to the campground, his wife Sheryl and their dog Miley have completely vanished. How can that be? How can someone disappear that quickly? Did their dog Miley pick up a scent and started running off and Sheryl went in pursuit of Miley and they somehow became lost? Why didn’t the thermal imagers from the CHP-Inland Division Air Operations detect anything? Almost immediately CHP-Inland Division Air Operations was dispatched and they could not find one trace of Sheryl and her dog Miley. It’s almost as if they vanished from the face of the Earth.

    Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest is a very unique spot on Earth. There is a tree called the Methuselah Tree that is 4,789 years old. They recently found a tree that is even older, over 5,000 years old. Besides having ancient trees, not too many people know that Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest is on the 37th Parallel. A lot of strange happenings, paranormal sightings and UFO activity occur on the 37th Parallel. The 37th Parallel is a UFO hot zone and perhaps the 37th Parallel is a major leyline that encompasses the Earth in its entirety. Some of the notable sights on the 37th Parallel stateside are: Area 51; Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest; Fort Knox; Grand Sand Dunes National Park and Preserve in San Luis Valley; Dulce, New Mexico; Mantell UFO incident; Chaco Culture National Historic Park; Aztec UFO Incident.

    Santos Merge from Bakersfield says that on February 12, 1985, he did some hiking at Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest with a friend named Greg Palaris. Santos and Greg got up early in the morning and started hiking. They noticed on one of the Bristlecone Pines that there were 3 dark shadowy figures standing together. They looked again and the shadowy figures were gone. As they continued hiking, they looked to their left side and saw the 3 shadowy figures again. They stopped and stared at the shadowy figures and were trying to figure out if the shadowy figures were really people? The shadow figures started approaching them slowly and the shadowy figure in the middle started walking on his hands and knees. Santos and Greg started running to get away from the shadowy figures. As they were running, they heard something that sounded like a thunder clap and saw a flash of light. They looked around and could not see what caused it, nor did they see the shadowy figures. Santos and Greg camped out that night and did not experience anything else out of the ordinary.

    Strange lights have been seen in the night skies at the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest. With everything that is happening at this Pine Forest, I can only wonder if Sheryl and her dog were abducted? Sure, you can think of something more logical, perhaps they got lost in 5 minutes and you can throw Sheryl’s experienced hiking out the door. Perhaps they got abducted by humans. Why didn’t Miley bark at the abductors and how did the abductors capture the dog so quickly and quiet the dog? Or did something more sinister happen? Did Sheryl and her dog get abducted by extraterrestrials? Don’t scoff at this idea. Sheryl and Miley were on the 37th Parallel, they were at a UFO hot spot. People are constantly disappearing from National Forests, National Parks, etc. Travis Walton was abducted in front of his co-workers at Apache-Sitgreaves National Forest in Snowflake, Arizona. Special Note: I had the honor of talking with Travis via telephone about some of his experiences. Travis is a very down-to-Earth fellow, it was a pleasure talking with him.


    Over 90,000 people are missing from National Parks in the US. Where are all of these people, where are their bodies? About 2 ½ hours away is Death Valley National Park. There are also many UFO sightings in Death Valley and people also wind up missing. The most famous case is the Death Valley Germans. This was a family of four German tourists that vanished in Death Valley National park on July 23, 1996. An intense search and rescue was conducted and the Death Valley Germans were not located. Finally in November 12, 2009, two hikers found the skeletal remains of two of the Germans. I can only wonder if extraterrestrials are involved in abductions and perhaps involved in fatal experiments with the abductees. If cattle mutilations are the work of extraterrestrials, perhaps the abduction of humans has evolved in which lives are being taken. It just amazes me that so many people can go missing and people just go on with their daily lives as if nothing was happening. I hope they find Sheryl and Miley. This is a terrible tragedy and this tragedy needs to be solved. Quickly.




    Listening to God retreat

    Listen carefully, my child, to your master's precepts, and
    incline the ear of your heart.
    Receive willingly and carry
    out effectively your loving father's advice, that
     by the labor of obedience you may return to Him from whom you
    had departed by the sloth of disobedience.
    (Rule of St. Benedict Prologue)


    What do obedience and listening have in common?

    “Personal Infallibility”, I believe is a great cause for many of the problems that we have in the world.  It is understandable for young people to have difficulty in being obedient to those who actually may have something to teach.  Often to their own loss.  Being obedient is not the same thing as belonging to a cult where personal responsibility and inner growth are not encouraged.  Obedience does not ask us to submerge our ego’s into some sort of collective. 

    It can be hard to understand that another way of doing things, or perhaps to learn to perceive differently through the wisdom of others when beginning one's spiritual seeking, journey, or faith path.  It takes the ability to listen, to quiet the mind and to not be thinking of some sort of retort while the other is speaking.  The mind has to be focused, open, and humble to be able to take in input that could lead to a deeper understanding of what our lives are about.  Inner silence is needed for proper listening. 

    Before the ability to listen can be developed, there has to be an insight that there is a lot to learn.  If that is lacking, then obedience is probably impossible, at least obedience that is freely given.  To force someone to comply is not obedience. The use of force, which is sometimes necessary does little to lead anyone to deeper wisdom, or understanding about life.  It does not lead to inner freedom from the tyranny of one’s own ideas and will.

    God does speak to us in our everyday lives.  It is true that humans, myself, of course, included, have a destructive-streak that is very wide, deep, and can be all-encompassing in one’s life.  When we sin, we live out of that place where self-hatred is king.  When looking around us, we see a great deal of good, beauty and love.  We also see, which at times seems the greater part, cruelty, wars, abuse of all kinds, and cities that are not all that conducive to a life that is centered and peaceful. 

    I do believe that the Ten Commandments are a good way to live out one’s life. What if for six months, everyone in the United States, lived out the Ten Commandments?  It would most likely transform our society…..but that will not happen of course.

    However, many do learn from their lives, that something is amiss and seek out others to help them to untangle the knots created from bad choices, upbringing, and the numerous additions that can make life unlivable, and will often lead to death. 

    This search drives them inward, seeking a relationship with God.  For many, it is the God of their understanding as offered by the 12 Step programs, which can be good.  For part of the problem for many, what makes it hard for them to slow down and to listen, is what they have been taught about God.  We often make God in our own image and likeness, which can be terrifying. 

    To pray, to listen, to speak the truth before God, and to allow God to inspire us is not always easy.  We give our attention to the endless parade of thoughts that the brain manufactures for our entertainment, as well as for our inner torment.  We have to at first deal with these thoughts in such a way that they will not become the pilot. 

    In seeking to listen to God, we soon learn, if we are patient, that we are not the tapes in our heads, nor the movies, nor the often painful emotional outburst that rise up seeking release.  No, we are that which is able to watch and to let the cacophony to play itself out without inner dialogue with it.  We learn not to believe everything we feel, think, or imagine because we have found that which is in us that ‘listens’. 

    To seek a deeper union with God leads to humidity, which is the ability to accept and embrace that which is within, in the presence of our loving Father. 

    Psalm 139 can teach us how to trust in God, and to pray without being afraid of what is in us.  It is all seen, known anyway. 

    Psalm 139

    1 O Lord, you have searched me and known me!
    You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
        you discern my thoughts from afar.
    You search out my path and my lying down
        and are acquainted with all my ways.
    Even before a word is on my tongue,
        behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
    You hem me in, behind and before,
        and lay your hand upon me.
    Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
        it is high; I cannot attain it.

    Where shall I go from your Spirit?
        Or where shall I flee from your presence?
    If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
        If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
    If I take the wings of the morning
        and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
    10 even there your hand shall lead me,
        and your right hand shall hold me.
    11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
        and the light about me be night,”
    12 even the darkness is not dark to you;
        the night is bright as the day,
        for darkness is as light with you.

    13 For you formed my inward parts;
        you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
    14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.[a]
    Wonderful are your works;
        my soul knows it very well.
    15 My frame was not hidden from you,
    when I was being made in secret,
        intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
    16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
    in your book were written, every one of them,
        the days that were formed for me,
        when as yet there was none of them.

    17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
        How vast is the sum of them!
    18 If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
        I awake, and I am still with you.

    23 Search me, O God, and know my heart!
        Try me and know my thoughts![c]
    24 And see if there be any grievous way in me,
        and lead me in the way everlasting![d]

    God has no need to search our hearts, but we need to invite Him to do so, for it is needed in deepening our trust in the love of the Father for each of us.  We need to remind ourselves that we are all wonderfully made.  Hence the command to love ourselves, as well as others.

    To listen to God entails a ‘death-to-self’ that leads to fuller life.—Br.MD

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    Below is the text (lightly edited) of a recent homily given by a Catholic priest in the United States who wishes to remain anonymous.
    Homily for the fourth Sunday after Pentecost By Father X
    The sufferings of this present life are not worthy to be compared with the glory to come that will be revealed in us. Suffering is inevitably and eventually the lot of everyone on this earth. But suffering of itself alone neither transforms nor purifies. It may even be the cause of rebellion and hatred. We will all suffer some time in our lives, some more and some less, in small ways and in big ways: a dent in a new car, an unkind word spoken against us, the loss of a job, the death of a family member or close friend, a sickness or disease.
    But in our moments of trial we need to recall that all sufferings of the present are not worthy to be compared with the glory to come. All the trials, pains, tribulations, and sufferings we endure on earth are nothing when compared to Heaven. If we would constantly remind ourselves of this, we would not look upon suffering as something to escape, get rid of, or avoid at all costs. Some Christians abandon our Lord when they meet the cross, because they seek a purely human happiness, free from pain and accompanied by material wealth. God asks us to lose our fear of pain and unite ourselves to Him as He waits for us on the cross.
    If we truly understood suffering and the good it does, we would value it as something to possess, something to embrace. For when we patiently endure our crosses, it is as if we obtain heavenly currency so that we may purchase a glorious crown for eternity. Blessed Angela of Foligno said that if mankind truly understood the worth of suffering, then suffering itself would become a target of robbery. People would want to steal it from another, take it from another so as to profit from its ownership.
    Suffering is certainly a mystery, but without faith in God, it becomes much more senseless. It is in our weak human nature to want to avoid suffering. It is so difficult for us to understand the meaning of suffering that to see God's will in it seems impossible. But if we look carefully, it seems clear that suffering, the cross, is a necessary part of salvation.
    190711abbott.jpgOne of the ways to understand the meaning of suffering in our life is to try to understand it in the life of Christ. Christ did not eliminate suffering from human existence, but He gave it a profound, salvific meaning. Although our Lord relieved the suffering of others, He Himself did not avoid suffering and death. Every act in our Lord's life was a lesson for us. The greatest act in His life was His Passion. This, then, is the greatest lesson for us. It teaches us that we too must suffer. God is asking us to take a little share in His Passion. If God suffered all the pains of His Passion for each one of us, how can we refuse to suffer a little for love of Him?
    We must guard against the temptation to see suffering as an evil. Suffering, while it is the absence of a good, has a redemptive value. To deny this fact is to acknowledge that the sacrifice of Christ was pointless. By His suffering our Lord teaches us the true meaning of suffering. The way we unite ourselves with Christ and to be transformed in Him was given to us by Christ Himself: If anyone wants to be My disciple, let him deny himself, take up his cross, and follow Me. There is no other way. It is necessary to embrace suffering, to take up our cross, and to follow Christ to Calvary; not to see there how they crucified Him, but to be crucified at His side. There is no sanctification without crucifixion with Christ.
    Suffering is like gold in our lives. If we accept sufferings in our life and then offer them in union with our Lord's sufferings, we receive a great reward. Five minutes of suffering borne for love of God is of greater value to us than years and years of pleasure and joy. Our sufferings can become easy to bear if we accept them with serenity and patience. What really makes suffering difficult to bear is our own impatience, our revolt, our refusal to accept it. This irritation increases our sufferings and robs us of all the merit we could have gained.
    The sufferings that appear unjust and meaningless are necessary for our personal holiness and for the salvation of many souls. Within the mystery of co-redemption, our sufferings united to those of Christ acquire an incomparable value for the entire Church and for all mankind. God accepts the suffering offered to Him be a soul in grace for the salvation of another soul or for sinners in general. It is impossible to measure the redemptive power of suffering.
    When all else fails, there is still recourse to suffering to obtain the salvation of a sinful soul. If we have recourse to God with humility, He will make us see that everything, even small events and circumstances least likely to do so, work together for the good of those who love Him. Suffering when seen in its true light, when it serves as a means of loving more, produces great peace and deep joy.
    In his book Spiritual Theology, Father Jordan Aumann, O.P., writes:

    • Many souls who strive for sanctity do not wish to enter upon the way of suffering. They would like to be saints, but with a sanctity that is comfortable and easy. And when God tests them with some painful affliction of spirit or persecutions and calumny or any other cross that, if well carried, would lead them to the heights of sanctity, they draw back and abandon the way of perfection. Perhaps they have even reached the point where they asked God to send them some cross, but it is evident that what they wanted was a cross of their own choosing and, when they did not find it, they considered that they had been deceived and gave up the road to perfection. It is therefore necessary to decide once and for all to embrace suffering as God wishes to send it to us: sickness, persecution, calumny, humiliation, disappointment – whatever He wishes and in the manner He wishes.
    It is not easy to reach this goal. The soul has to gradually advance, but let us not run from or avoid suffering. One of the greatest fruits we should draw from sufferings is the need to be more aware of our Lord and to be more generous in prayer and sacrifice. We can suffer from ill-health, from pains, headaches, arthritis, from accidents, from enemies. We may have financial difficulties. Some suffer for weeks in their homes, some in hospitals or nursing homes.
    God could have saved us from all suffering, but He did not do so because He knows in His infinite goodness that suffering is good for us. St. Francis de Sales says this about the crosses in our life:

    • The everlasting God has in His wisdom foreseen from eternity the cross that He now presents to you as a gift from His inmost Heart. This cross He now sends you He has considered with His all-knowing eyes, understood with His Divine mind, tested with His wise justice, warmed with loving arms and weighed with His own hands to see that it be not one inch too large and not one ounce too heavy for you. He has blessed it with His Holy Name, anointed it with His grace, perfumed it with His consolation, taken one last glance at you and your courage, and then sent it to you from Heaven, a special greeting from God to you, an alms of the all-merciful love of God.
    © Matt C. Abbott
  5. Simbi Laveau
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    I'm badgered within an inch of my life. I respond in kind, but somehow it makes me obsessed and wrong. 


    I'm so done. 


  6. SpiritWriter
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    There is something in my body.
    Rising, writhing
    blood - flow - caught.

    There is a knot
    left where The Devil lived,

    a memory wedged into a thriving tree,
    a circuit that aborts all circuits.

    The doors of the trap are snapped shut.
    Within it there is a knocking, knocking, knocking.

    But I cannot open it
    because the whole thing is covered in nerves. 

    - Spiritwriter

  7. The other week, I went on a thousand-mile pilgrimage to a secret temple high in the Tibetan mountains. Concentrated on trucking right all the way across the dusty red plains and through dense, unforgiving snow drifts. Got there exhausted but super-resolved --beard very overgrown-- saying to the Maharishi, "I've reached the pinnacle of my spiritual learning. My ego is _minimal,_ my desire for earthly accomplishment is completely SATED". And obviously he laughed, in that way that zen-like wisemen always do, and you just want to CHIN him, if only that wouldn't give his transcendental kudos all the more power. 

    What he said to me, "You are still content, my young padowan, to be tossed around on the whims of fate, whether ye should live or die, without ever once seeking to take true responsibility for the vagaries of your existence. You must learn to be _random"._

    And I said, "Random? Like, try to be surreal?"

    And bit-by-bit, this dried-up auld prune explained to me: The path I was on now was no less than the one followed by hundreds of thousands of Britains before me. I must wrong-foot the universe by doing something truly unknowable, unsolicited, which bears almost no resemblance to what the universe actually expects. Certainly, on the surface, it seems very, very pretentious and unnecessary, but so much so that it's the LAST thing the universe will actually expect:

    _I must start my own business, with parochial aims and ambitions, and get a website, and convoluted banking mechanism. I must scurry around in a sensible little car, and say to myself, 'Ah well, no holiday to the South of France this year'._ I must employ fellow mystics / spods in order to get a tax break. I must have a five-year plan that doesn't involve headbutting a wall until my skull is pulp. I must buy a new printer every six weeks because printers are the new gods. I must get business stationary from the fifth cheapest business stationary supply company, because anything one-to-four would be too obvious. 

    Fair's fair, innit? It's not as if there's no thinking behind it, and I'll end up looking like a massive C, eh?


  8. Ruby04
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    Hi, took/taking UM break felt one was needed. 

    We’re well here, Luca Rose is now 3months/12 weeks old, showing her own personality, getting big, so beautiful, cuddly, smiley and giggly. 

    Currently teething (since 10 weeks) which is not fun, but helping ease the pain. 

    The past 3 months flew by. 


    Her daddy and I have not set a wedding date.

    in fact we’ve decided not to have an actual wedding and instead we will have courthouse/registeristy office ceremony and nice dinner for close family and friends to celebrate.

    The money is better off going to things like house deposit and children’s education etc. 


    Drama with oldest sister is resolved she’s met Luca Rose and now admits she over reacted, we’ve moved on from it.

    She and other family adore Luca Rose.


    Drama with friend is eased but friendship is still strained, but oh well.

     Van and I will continue doing what’s best for us and our daughter, no regrets that we didn’t allow visitors to hospital or home that first week. 


    One of my brothers (both are 48, I’m 31) has in his words “abandoned” me, because we would not post or send photos to him on social media and he not once tried visiting. 

    He inboxed me and was so rude including saying to me goodbye and so much for family over a photo saying my baby my rules and then removed me as a friend. 

    He inboxed dad and deleted before he could read it saying: Tell that dumb A** B***H Casey the family is abandoning her.

    By the family he meant only himself, our other brother and sisters etc were not happy him pulling that and especially when I have a newborn. 

    That all happened when dad put up a status (rarely does, he n Van had to after mine fell on deaf ears) about respecting Van and my wishes of no social media photos of baby. 

    Van politely commented on it, then brother deleted the comment and inboxed dad. 

  9. TheOracle

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    Thanks to everyone for stopping by and dropping some comments.

    To continue in from my previous entry.

    This time was tough for me and quite scary. You tend to become comfortable with these thing and even though you know that it is hurting you it is less scary then jumping in to the un-known.

    Taking this leap put me in direct conflict with my Dad and my Sister. My Dad was also my Boss of 24 years. He and my Sister did not like the New me as I had gone from the Son who never complained and existed only to make others happy to The Son who was now more assertive and wanted more for my own life. This was all blended together with a very soon to be marital problem. This one is the one that hit me the hardest. It also made me a lot stronger. 

    For a few years my wife had been getting more and more distant. I felt very much alone and almost like my only role was to bring home the money. We didn't talk or spend time together and any intimacy was all but gone. I decided I had to confront her. I hate confrontation but I needed to do this. Over the next month I tried getting answers only to be shut down. One night I returned home from work and was greeted with " I don't love you anymore and I want you to leave!" There was no explanation and I was gutted. I couldn't speak. All I could do was leave. We had been married for 11 years at this point. We had 3 children with the oldest being 10. I had only one place to go and it was to my parents. I stayed there for the next 3 months seeing my kids on weekends and continuing to work nights with no real contact with my wife.

    I had nobody I could talk to and every day I buried it deeper and deeper. Until a friend of ours reached out to me. It was confusing at first though I decided to meet up with her and talk. My God I needed to talk. The next few weeks we grew closer to each other. She was my comfort and her affection made me feel like I still meant something to someone. I never overstepped the line however and for this I am grateful. A few more months disappeared and one afternoon I went to pick up my kids and finally my wife wanted to talk. I needed to hear this no matter what the outcome was and we sat down to talk. What was to come out made me very angry. I can't explain how it felt properly, but I didn't like what i was feeling inside. It was something that I had rarely felt before. Without me knowing, my marriage had been getting undermined for years until she had become so confused and frustrated whilst I was putting pressure on at the same time and she did something that is so common in these situations. She decided that the only way was to clear everything. Unfortunately this also meant me. After many days of this we got through it. We survived this attack. Her Father, who didn't like me from the word go as I was a piece of **** southsider was in her ear telling her I was worthless and that she should leave and take the kids to go live with him and her step mother. this had been happening for years and with my questioning her it was the straw that broke the camels back.

    I had made it through this ring of fire and our relation ship was back on track with marriage intact. It was now time for my to work on myself, to find out who I was and what I wanted.

  10. It has been a bit over a year since my first post on Kundalini and my personal experience with it when it came in spontaneously and unexpected. A few here are interested and have asked me to keep posting now and then about it, so here is the One Year On post for you :) 

    It was said recently on the forum I read at to learn more about it that Kundalini is not the Life Force, but the Evolution Force. The more I ponder that idea, the more it fits, actually, as an answer to what it really is. Descriptions of it are many and varied, but, what it does, the result, would have to be transformative, evolutionary - it is a force for change. 

    For some, that change is disruptive, painful, even disastrous. For others, it is healing and a generator for needed change and fresh insights. Never is it inactive if the activation is genuine.

    Recently, I read about a person claiming they got their K active finally after a lot of effort and wanted help and explanations for all the spirits around and talking to her and causing issues. Others advised her to see what her doctor had to say about it and her reply was the standard "I am not crazy, these spirits are real." I stayed off the topic entirely, as I have learned a few things over the past year more deeply than ever. One is that people will not listen or change until they mature enough to recognize wisdom when it is offered, and when it comes to spiritual things, you also have to evolve enough to realize how very much of a scenario life actually is, the critical reality is elsewhere, and our personal ego and pride are baggage more than anything else. 

    Kundalini is similar to early shamanic breakage and illness, when you begin the process of either deliberately making small fractures in your matrix and perceptions of reality or suffer it happening to you. Compared to the average Joe out there, it actually is a form of mental illness and aberration for a while and some can work through it and others find it working through them and sometimes landing them in mental health units. In Shamanism, most do not get that level of breakage and typically do not land in that extreme of crisis. In Kundalini, many do, for a range of reasons, and for some it may take years to get back to a degree of normalcy. For a few, maybe next life they can get it further along in a better way. The difference is that Shamanism is a man made construct and tool for touching the Other Side and communicating on some level. Kundalini is not man made. It is primordial, divine and when it comes along it has goals and a nature of that kind, with an eternal point of view. You can negotiate to a degree, but, it will work to complete at any price. You asked, you gave permission, so it has a job to do and it will do that, period.

    "But, NAR, you said this surprised you, you never asked for it, in the beginning. You said you had no idea what it even was."

    Yes, and I believed that and have had to go a long way into it to begin to understand better the sheer length of time this can entail, the majesty of eternity and being eternal beings (as we all are) experiencing temporary incarnations. The ease I have had with it, compared to many who have needed mental health crisis intervention, or at least have suffered extreme kryas and other issues, infers that I have had experience with it before. If that is true, then I asked for it at some point. Kundalini does not just jump an innocent person going about their business and not wanting it, nor ever asking for it. Given that I am not some powerhouse guru of K, I was probably minor before when I did it and am happily minor now. I feel no desire to ever BE a guru of it, I only want to be the best person I can be in this life, cover all the lost ground I can, and finish well. My life purpose is to help others, encourage them and heal a few as I am healed back by a few and their compassion when I hurt. I write to share basics so others may not have to stumble around as many years as I did back in the earlier days of the occultic explosion of the 60's and 70's. There is so much sheer bull crap out there that maybe someone will read something I say and skip a few piles of it as they choose.

    Another reason I have had so few issues with it is that I did not force it. I did shamanism the long way, I did not use drugs to break myself. I did not do that for K either. I meditated, yes, and have for decades, but, that is no crime nor is it a red flag to call for K to come and jump you. I have done aggressive shadow work on myself for a long time, over twenty years of it, and this is the biggest help right there. If you take out your own trash, then K has less to rip out and leave you hanging and feeling like a gutted fish being beaten by all that inner darkness let loose abruptly.

    I get asked by many very solid and sincere people how they can work toward an awakening of their own Kundalini. I very much suggest they work hard on their shadow self and get conversant with Jung's work in this arena. There is a lot of information out there now, in books and online. The more you learn your inner demons and release and integrate those forces the stronger you will become and more in control of your self and your own thoughts and mind. Meditation is also excellent for similar reasons. You simply must get those mind monkeys on leash and work toward living in the NOW, at least for periods of time. From what I have observed and learned, the more you do this the more you will begin to experience flashes of K as it starts to respond in a healthier way to your intention and efforts. As it does, learn how to ground it and keep it at stages you can handle and observe and grow with.

    We HAVE everything we need within us to excel already. We just do not listen to it. Every time I see a post from someone asking about their own "abilities" I know they are not nearly what they suppose yet, and aren't able to hear their own "people". As long as you are seeking something out here, you aren't going to find much but others who also don't know. It is all inside. Nothing so critical as awakening was left to chance. You come with it, in case you opt in this lifetime to work with that potential everyone has.  

    If there remains more interest, I may talk about some things I have gone through, but, really. I began this series a year ago just to offer a different voice, apart from those posting in crisis and feeding into the nuts claiming it is demonic possession and the anti-Christ even. 

    I write to serve.

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    All life is sacred, or no life is sacred. It is only the human race that discusses the rights and the wrongs, the good and the bad, the moral and the immoral - the just an the unjust. 

    It is the history of humankind that has tried to make things black and white, trying to conjure up order out of chaos, trying to invent rules where there aren't any.

    The dynamic balance of nature is something that we are all subjugated to, no matter how much the environmentalists are so "worried about the planet". If there is anything where the concern really is - it is for the future of the "human race", not the planet. 

    Nature has this wonderful way of balancing itself out - something dies in order for something else to live, something gains advantage over another thing - but all of this is not permanent - what is up will be down and what is down will be up. 

    Humans have choices that most other animals don't - and like any other thing - when given a choice - things can go either way. 

    Give a man a hammer - and he will build a house. Give another man a hammer - and he'll smack the first one over the head with it. 
    Don't give a man a hammer at all? Yes, that's an option too. However, who has the authority, and I mean - really has authority to bestow or withhold man's freedoms to him or from him, respectively?

    It is not man that has that authority.

    There is one "intermediate agent of balance" that equalizes all - and that is nature.

    However, it is only man that has the audacity and arrogance to raise himself above nature and think that he can do better, that there is a degree of authority over nature that he has that is higher than that of any other species. But still, in this capacity also - he is natural. 

    All that man has - is more options - but in the whole of nature he is of no more worth than the single bacterium on a speck of dust.


  12. This entry is going to be a bit long, but there is some good stuff.

    A lot of life changes have been going on for me lately. Honestly I haven’t been feeling very well psychologically for a lot of reasons, and I can feel the depression dog after me. We all go through this at different times in our lives I guess. I have counseled and stood by 100s of People as they face these things in their lives, so now I guess it’s my turn. For me however, I suppose it’s because I have always been the leader, the martial arts master, the one to try and aid others that I find myself quite alone in this journey. Is that the way everyone feels?

    There simply isn’t anyone that fits the roll of someone I would confide in. I’ll spare you the list of relationships that should be that for me and why they won’t work. The position I have had in people’s lives has been an honor, but it has left me isolated and really not knowing how to make new close relationships where I receive attention in the relationship instead of me always giving it. The people that I am closest to are all old long time students of mine, but as you might guess, it is not really an equal caring position even though I know they would do anything for me. I have leaned on one person a little more than I’m comfortable with, but his person is young, so there are still necessary boundaries. I do get a lot of joy from being close with my children, and there is certainly healing there, but my oldest is only 13. Obviously the same kind of situation.

    So, of course as a lot of people do I guess, I turn to my spiritual practice. My relationship with the other world is intense as you may know if you follow my blog. It is rarely comforting, but it is the work that reveals things to me and recenters this crazy mind of mine. So off I go on another vision quest, but I decide to make this one extra deep. Of course only a handful of people in my life know this about me, so I suppose that’s where this blog comes in. A therapeutic way of sharing my life with someone while maintaining anonymity.

    I also have a friend struggling with some aggressive cancer. I mentioned her in a blog before and a journey I took related to her illness. I wanted to revisit that subject while deep in. In my fantasy life, some spirit would come to me and teach me a way to heal her. I haven’t revisited the black faced god in a long time, and all the guides and angels seem silent. Ultimately, and as you will read, even though intentions  ( how crazy do I sound? You would have to read my earlier blogs and encounters I have had to understand) are one thing, what we really do in these situations, unless we are doctors or have some real control over the world, is really about us and not the other.

    Down the rabbit hole I go. After a 16 hour drive to Colorado and a long hike deep into the wilderness, I find the place I have been drawn to looking over google earth and maps. It’s a deep wash full of large cliff alcoves. A small waterfall trickles into it from very high up. It’s much bigger than I thought from satellite photos. It’s in dinosaur national monument. It was called the center of everything by the natives that used to live there. It’s a special and powerful place for me.

    After preparing my ritual, I enter into my mediations. I’m not going to get into detail here. Let’s just say that I have prepared this journey to be particularly powerful fasting for three days ahead of time and spending a whole month preparing myself psychologically.  I have chosen one of the medium sized alcoves to be my space.

    After a long long time, I can feel my state start to change. There is no real way to explain these changes, but as typical with this kind of quest,  the unveiling is the first step. Sure enough as expected, all my inadequacies and ego are shown to me. All the things I have done that hurt others, and all the delusions I tell myself are revealed. It’s never a pleasurable experience. Human beings live under a veil. It’s necessary to protect our egos, but it’s pretty disturbing when you pull it off for a while. You never are what you really think you are both good and bad.

    The healing of the unveiling is something that always sticks with you, but you have to be reminded from time time. It gives you a scary super power of sorts, and sometimes to my shame, I have weaponized it. When you can see the veil, you can bring it down in others. You can add to it, scar it, and unfortunately manipulate it. It’s a wonderful tool for teaching. Slowly brushing away delusions people have about themselves in a healing way or even adding to them in very careful ways  is a wonderful teaching tool, but it can also be used to manipulate people to fit one’s own needs from them. I have taught children for years how to recognize these manipulations and thwart them.

    I am no innocent either. I have caught myself weaponizing it. Especially on social media. It has terrible consequences. People react in extreme ways when you lay them naked to the world. It’s as if you just pulled off all their clothes in front of people. They will hate you for it. When I have released that dragon on another, even if one may think they deserve it, I never feel well after. In truth it adds to your own veil of power and control. Not healthy in any way. My unveiling showed me that my own ability to address another’s veil has been slipping into darkness. Along with a myriad of other things that I had to face, I wept.

    I sat in that space for a while until I came to terms with it, then I put the veil back on with a clear plan. You can’t walk around naked all the time. My veil is just as important as everyone else’s.

    Still deep in, I could feel myself sinking deeper. I wanted to go. That’s what I was there for, I surrendered to reach as deeply as I could.

    Of course, altered states of consciousness are not unfamiliar to me. It’s been a lifelong practice. Where most people would be lost ( and I have been before), I can shift and navigate surprisingly better than I thought. When I hit the right spot, I do that thing. I can’t explain what the thing is, it’s like choosing a path in your mind, but it is not a visual experience. Yup I’m headed out of body, but this is not close to a hypnagogic state. I am under the influence of a different path to get there, and this changes everything.

    A lot of times when I explain these events and states to people who have not actually experience them, It’s hard for them to grasp the full scope of the experiences. Altered state manifestations are not daydreams or visualizations. If we must put a scientific term to it, these are full blown hallucinations. That term is still not accurate. It implies something random and devoid of meaning. It’s not. They are very pointed and some aspects are universal to all humans.

    The vibrations were there but now in full glory and intensity. They don’t happen powerfully for me anymore, but this time it may be the strongest I have ever felt them. I know not to fear them, so I brought them up with full glory. I was not laying down. I was fully sitting up, and this was not an exercise skirting the edges of sleep. My eyes snapped open and the powerful noises where in my ears. It’s like sitting at the base of the loudest waterfall. My entire visual field was vibrating with an intensity I have never seen. My entire universe was about to be ripped apart. Reality itself seemed to about to fall to pieces. Finally, it did. It was like everything shattered. I stood up and stepped away.

    Let’s be clear. When I say I step away, I mean my spirit body. My body is still there on the rock floor. I was surprised actually because I expected to see myself laying down. Usually when I’m out of body, my body is fully incapacitated like I’m sleeping.  This time I was sitting. Not in some perfect yoga posture though. I was hunched over to one side with my hands on the floor and my head dropped. I could tell because of some vague connection with my body that my yes were rolling back into my head. I remember thinking that I’m about as far from a disciplined shaman as there is. Then I wondered if anyone in the past were skilled enough to do this without looking like some tweeker folded over in the street.

    I take a minute to walk over and have a better look at myself. My body responds by lifting its head to look back. I’m a little shocked by this. It’s eyes are completely white from being rolled back. It is drooling with its mouth slightly open. It is breathing heavy. It looks like a zombie. I suppose if the spirit really is out of it for the moment, that might be exactly what it is. I was glad to be in some remote alcove. If anyone saw me like this, I would be carted off to the ER. I also felt some fear rising up. Maybe I had gone to far. No no no no. I pull myself back from fear immediately through experience. Ss

    I stare at myself for a long time. The feeling of the unveiling has left me. I suppose because it is left with my physical brain. Out of body, (OOB) everything is clear and crisp. I notice all my blemishes, the weight I have gained, and  my hair is cut short but there is a hint of grey even in my tiny bit of facial hair. My Native American blood makes growing facial hair very difficult, but I can manage a little though it grows in splotches and different rates. It’s as if European and native blood are continuing their war on my face.

    I’m not sure what to do OOB in that alcove, so I stare out over the landscape and notice it is getting dark. I start to wonder how long I have been there. Time has slipped away and has no meaning anymore. Almost as if on cue, I feel something behind me. I turn around, and it’s my friend. I’ll call her Ell. She is the one who has cancer.

    I’m a bit taken back. I had hoped to address this, but I wasn’t expecting a full manifestation of her standing in front of me. What is really really really strange is that she is holding a pie. That’s right a full on pie. I’m not even going to attempt to interpret altered state symbolism here. I’m just recording what happened.

    She is holding the pie out like offering it. I walk over and her eyes suggest I try it piece or take some. I reach down and peel part of the crust away. I became instantly aware of what is in the pie is not for eating. I start peeling the crust away to reveal some sort of grotesque face inside the pie. I’m starting to feel a little revolted, but I’m aware that this sort of ‘work’ can be difficult. When I have all the crust off, the face is something you might see out of a horror movie. I’m trying to hold it together, and be brave, so I reach down to touch it, and wickedly it comes alive and looks at me.

    I can’t tell you the emotions that went through me. I honestly have never been more revolted at something in my life. The fear and compulsion to run was terrible. It was a full on panic attack of the worst kind. I turned way violently and stood at the edge of the alcove wanting to run. Keep in mind I’m still OOB. The rest of me is still hunched over on the floor like a zombie.

    I’m looking up at the sky now at the edge of the alcove trying to get control over my emotions. I look up at the sky whisper to god the great spirit the universe… whatever. “What the **** was that?.... Really? Is that really ****ing necessary?” My fear is not going away. I can’t bare to turn around and face her and her pie again. I try to steady myself, but it’s not happening. Looking off into the now dark woods, I can see all the demons and monsters start to take form in the dark. They want to crawl out from under rocks and climb down from trees. They are just on the edge of reality wanting out to have a go at me. I know what is happening. I’m in control of my environment in this state, and my state of mind is sinking me fast. If there is such thing as hell, this is it, and I’m sinking into it. If I bolt or cower and run back to my body, who knows where it will lead me?

    Phobos the god of fear and mara the demon of unskilled emotions has their claws in me. It’s so easy to succumb to panic. I have to refuse. I really don’t feel like going to hell this night. I think of how Christ faced the enemy in the desert, and how the Buddha grounded himself in the face of Mara. All who ventures here must face this. How will I do it. I turn to face my friend and her pie. She is still there looking concerned and the thing in her pie is still there watching me. I finally understand that it is her pie. It is her demon. She can’t share it with anyone, and all we can do is to marvel at her grace as she bears it and hope with all our being that she kills it. My veil drops again, and I realize that my noble self is a lie. I want her better, but I would not eat that thing and take it into my body to save her life. I’m selfish. I’m nowhere near the self sacrificing person I think I am. I could possibly muster the courage to eat that for one of my children and few other people, but no one else. My circle is not as wide as I thought it was, and it makes me hate myself at that moment. I deserve to go to hell.

    I start taking steps backwards to join the demons. I’m crippled with fear, so I don’t even have the courage to walk facing forward. Then I let myself fall backwards into the underworld. I let them take me, and they did. My last thought before being ripped apart was wondering if I have really died and made some huge mistake. The veil still off, I even felt so much guilt for being so selfish to even be doing this. My children do not deserve to lose their father on some arkaic quest to feel better. Why don’t I just go to counseling and take some pills like everyone else. How ****ing dumb am I to put myself in a state of madness miles and miles from any kind of help? The self flagellation continues until my ego is gone.

    Ego dissolution is a very very strange thing to experience. You still have memory otherwise it would be meaningless, but you are not there either. Your identity is stripped from you. You come back basically remembering what it is like to be nothing and sometimes everything at the same time. It’s not for the faint of heart and for a long time you can’t stop trying to process it.

    When I came back I was simply laying on the ground. I was still OOB because I was laying next to myself. About 5ft away. That is a first. If I survived, I expected to be back in my body. It worried me a little bit. Maybe I didn’t survive. I notice my body is laying on its back, so I say out loud “Roll over dummy, you could aspirate.” The zombie obeyed my instructions and rolled over to be on its stomach. If it throws up, at least it won’t choke on it.

    I feel better now. My ego is intact, the veil is back where it should be. My friend and her pie is gone. It’s getting really cold though. Still OOB, I yell out to the zombie “Hey. Do you think you can manage to get in your sleeping bag, it’s going to get really cold soon?” Glad it’s not dead, but also marveling that I’m giving myself instructions from a different local, the zombie does what it was instructed to do surprisingly with normal coordination levels and direct action. I thought it might slosh around like being drunk, but it seemed to be perfectly capable.

    I don’t want to go back to the meat sack yet. I am to disturbed to face the hard ground and all of those physical pains. I look out at the sky again and wonder why any of this? How does one find themselves here? Of course I know how, but all seems so surreal. I start to slip backwards again. This time sinking through the rock. No no no no…. I don’t want to go back there. I appeal to god again. “Please. I have had enough.”

    That’s when I felt her laying next to me. I don’t know who or what she is. A spirit, an angel, a psychological construct? A manifestation of my loneliness? She is kissing my cheek with feather kisses. She is whispering in my ear that I will be okay, and that she has me. Very maternal but also with the energy of a lover. I often wish she were real, but she has been with me for a long time. She helped me to overcome the sleep demon all those years ago and always shows up to comfort me when I have stepped over various edges. I wish she were real. I wish real women behaved this way. Is that selfish? Is it possible for two people to be each other’s angle? I am lucky, I guess. At least I have one even if it is simply psychosis. I’m not sure I believe it’s all in my head, but I don’t dismiss either or any possibility either. I look back up to the sky and this time I thank god. I am grateful for so many things. The me me me me me of the ego can be maddening too. Sometime it’s necessary to kill it I suppose.

    I wake up in body feeling refreshed, alive, and with some plans. The one thing about a difficult night like that is that it makes you feel so alive and ready for anything. I am blessed. All the melancholy of life changes and challenges is unnecessary. The resistance can be faced, and the only thing really to do in life is to solve problems. I don’t recommend doing what I do alone. Shaman should be there to guide these types of things. It can be very dangerous alone. This isn’t my first rodeo. Take care. Thanks for listening.

  13. .Symphony of Science -- "We Are All Connected" (ft. Sagan, Feynman, deGrasse Tyson, & Bill Nye)  4:11 min.



  14. 12,900 YEARS AGO......Takion; Your world is about to be destroyed from the one you once knew. But the knowledge of who and what you are will become more important to your Soulular treks than ever before. What you do now is the Crux of Being and Becoming. We come here to Learn and learning is known at your Instant of vast importance. 

    Jomon; What you are saying has deep meaning to a part of me, but I think of all those who could be potentially impacted by such a devastating event as my inner mentality has already imagined. I think of the little ones of innocence, the questioning of their Souls and the massive sorrow that will flourish throughout their realms if deprived of known surroundings. I must hasten to prepare and help them in their time of need. I must do all I can to make things as they always were and will be again. It is up to me to be their strength, so I must go. The weight of this presentation of events must be balanced and leveraged toward the comforting of those in need. 

    Takion; Blessed Soul, I Love the coherency of your mindset and deep concern that is expressed via your painful thoughts. It is a wonder to me the Love you put forth at the awakening of your deepest considerations, here. In another state of mind perhaps you will amplify upon the higher perspectives of all that is about to happen. It is your seed that must pass forth the knowledge and wisdom gained by this the ultimate Learning Test to Godly Consciousness. You must realize because of your ultimate mentality, others will benefit if you prepare for a higher state of understanding. 

    In the coming durations the Bolide or specifically a massive Comet Particle, that has loosened from the confines of my ancient world, now referred to as the Astroid Belt — once consolidated as my old home planet will aim at this your home world, composed of Ice and Stone and hugely programed by Fate Herself. Your world is more vile than you once knew. But the scary, criminal acts of most here on the planet have crushed the reason for a continuation of their evil acts of commonality. No one is safe unless they are as you and your brotherhood of Wisdom. I will tell you the REASON. It is the word, REASON. Tell your mind to dwell upon its complex aspect/s and prepare for Higher Consciousness. 

    Aligned all along the Great Ocean’s edge are the cities of mankind. It is where they all are settled enjoying the fruits of your research and that of your Brotherhood. They receive the grander of your works and bask and play in “frivolity” throughout their lives. They will not heed your warnings and will view your reports of danger flippantly with no concerns. Only the protectors will have an ear to your warnings. Some will organize and attempt to prepare while others will say nothing and drink to the Fates. Those who do not believe you are accustomed to the comfort of their abodes and will go about their daily routines as usual. Their minds never expanded to the knowledge of the true REASON of their own existences. Again, this is the CRUX of their efforts to smile throughout their durations which is a trick of human leveraging, the grimace in the face of Hell. It is representative of those who are slothful and lazy—full of their mother’s tendencies to take care of them constantly or not at all. Many are cosseted in their daily pursuits and expect something for no effort in return. They will not be capable of preparing for disaster. Again, we are sent into existence to LEARN and attain REASON.  

    The Bolide or Comet will begin to swell as it approaches into the influences of the Goge or the Sun as some call it. The rays of the giver or LIGHT, will cause chemical change in the configuration of the form. This will cause it to begin to fragment and become a gathering of elementals that will trail behind it in a contrail of disjointed pieces of the Bolide. It will leave a mark in the sky to all that will see. Some of the massive particles will go into orbit around the planet to gradually rain down on the world for a thousand orbits around the Sun. Survivors will be forced to seek substantial abodes in various terrains or underground caves to shield their families from the incoming particles. It will be such for thousands of years. Few will survive unless there are plans and outside helping services. Some of you and yours will become the Serving Agents to those survivors. Some of you will become the primary builders of new groupings of survivors into new cities of the future. You must make sure that those Service Oriented Entities will always be Teachers of Good. Good is the only end product of REASON. Therefore, Such Goodness must be LEVERAGED in total adherence to the primary REASON. 

    It appears you and yours have a vast new occupation due to this great Test for Humanity. You will become the builders of a new world. Now, I must impart the knowledge and wisdom of REASON to you before you go to your home base. Come with me into this great facility of Endeavor. This place has existed for many thousands of orbits of this planet. Its position here is ideal for the sustenance and survival of this civilization of man. I have sustained myself here for over 100,000 orbits due to the natural configuration of the landscape, its perfect height, mass and the natural flow of a potential hydra inundation or wind velocity which could impact this realm. I have done much research to ascertain its proper form and shape to survive the coming catastrophe. But here also is the outer shell of materials that conform to the body of a Human, engineered mathematically are each and every shape and form of the hardest stone to survive a certain degree of shattering due to the quaking of the planet. Fractally and geometrically are all the stones of this site where a few hundred humans could live and prepare for a new tomorrow. Thus we settle upon the first steps of REASON toward our preparation for such an eventual happening. 

    From the Moire Arena.

  15. Between 1990 and 2003, my pet was a little bird, a cockatiel.  His name was Luke.  He was so tiny!

    He enjoyed copying songs and words.  He'd copy numerous songs, and he'd copy my mother when she said, "Mike?" He would say, "Hello," "Hey!" and "Pretty Boy."  He also copied me coughing, sneezing, chewing gum, laughing, and more.

    The odd thing is how could that little tiny brain of his be able to remember all those songs, noises, and words?

  16. I'm going to say something about this stuff. I know where the false flag meme started because it started with me and a dream I had a few years back which I posted on a forum. Then someone took it to GLP and from there it morphed and morphed and became that terrible harassment with the Sandy Hook massacre. 

    It's disgusting on a couple of points here. 

    First, the sheer volume of material that gets stolen from less popular posters by trolls and shills is astounding. Heck! I've seen stuff ripped off from these forums and used in T.V. shows, movies, and books. Lots of people's intellectual property gets swiped on forums and monetized by others. Not cool and a big reason I've clammed up over the years. Worse is when the material falls into the hands of trolls and gets used to torment victims of mass casualty events. That is just the lowest of the low.

    Just because someone posts something on an obscure forum somewhere doesn't give permission to everyone that reads it to repost it at bigger forums, steal the material for their own purposes, etc. It's stealing and stealing is not as clever as you all think. That goes for the likes of Alex Jones, etc. 

    Secondly, real people die in these incidents and it gets turned into a game by crazy people on forums. It's sickening! 

    To prove what I'm saying, I dug out my original post based on my original dream.

    This dream was originally posted Sat Sep 29, 2012, under LunaBaby, at oroborus and clubhouse11: 
    Post subject: Dream of False Flag
    PostPosted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 10:48 am 
    I just remembered what I dreamed about last night. It was very disturbing too. 
    I'm not really a 9-11 theorist or sure about any of that. I think it was allowed to happen and there are reasons I think the government was involved somewhat, at least in a propaganda sort of way. 

    Last night though I had a weird dream that the government, not necessarily ours but some government somewhere, was in the process of undertaking a false flag terrorist attack against their own people. 

    In this dream, I was shown plans, diagrams, and logistics that were being implemented right now for that attack. It was made clear this is imminent and happening right now as an excuse to begin a long sought after war. This war that is about to start is intended to be huge and cost millions of lives from a faked attack by some government somewhere against its own people and country. 

    I was also shown how government agents of whatever government that is are going on the internet to frame the culprits they want to take the blame for this in webpages, postings, and e-mails. 

    No, I can't say what government or where this is, I don't know. Sorry. If I remember something more, I'll post it. Dreams are just so hard to recall sometimes.


    To be clear that dream didn't involve mass shootings or going after second amendment rights. It was about a bombing in Eastern Europe.

    Just my .02 on this sort of thing.

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    ^^ This is the first computer I learned to program on.

    This bad boy * taps roof * can hold 1,024 bytes.

    A FULL 1k of memory. And a tape drive to load and save it on.

  18. The Rite Of The Monkey Cat Sleeve


    What you'll need.

    - Coffee (Strong with milk and two sugar)

    - Shatter (2 grams one indica one sativa, plus rig to smoke it)

    - Music ( Works best with Jpop or some Marilyn Manson set to loud)

    these three are whats needed to call me forth from the void.

    The method?

    Place the Coffee on a table next to dab rig and shatter as music plays loud say aloud three times.

    "I am a Cat meow meow meow I want a Sith lord now now now!"

    then strip off and run in circles making funny noises for approx 30 mins.

    repeat till I appear.

    Should be done in a dark small room at around midnight your time



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    So last night some time, I decided that I wanted to go back to sleep :sleepy:. Every time I turned my back away I would hear muffled foot steps or some sort of movement. Which as your usual response <_< you'd turn around to see what it was :huh:. I was expecting either one of the cats or the dog but I didn't see anything at this point :o.

    From there I kept on tossing and turning in bed :angry: and every now and then I would see this rapid shadow figure moving in front of the fireplace. For now let's call it "that thing", anyways whatever "that thing"  was it hadn't quick manifest itself fully to completely Identify its full figure. But whatever "that thing" was it creeped me the **** out :ph34r:.

    I finally gotten to sleep yeah, in the dream I recall walking up to the wall of this building outside. It was made out of sandstone bricks *I think!* on this wall someone write a message along the lines of:

    "Messages doesn't always work on EVP. Don't try it."

    Whoever write it used like a tiny black stone or pebble because you could see all the attempts the person made to make this message noticeable upon the wall. In the morning I looked up the dream meaning for EVP, believe it or not couldn't find jackshit on that. For those who don't know what a EVP is, its a device used to record voices of spirits that aren't heard easily.

    Just before church I decided to use my Pendulum to figure out what "that thing" was and if it influenced this dream. I received yes for both. After church *about 1pm noon* I started making a vlog for my YTC about this experience where I recorded me using the Pendulum and using Tarot for more in depth info. I've also been meaning to draw what I saw in the dream about the message as well. So if there's any update I'll publish it.

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    When i lie down to go to sleep and my eyes r closed the white part of my eyes roll to the front of my face and i see a whole seniero its like a play or even a skit and the whole event is like its in a bubble and im watching it and its usally about people i care about or about people i know and these skits ill call them its either about death or bad events thats gonna happen to them and i see and watch the whole thing how it happens, like whose in it who did it , but i dont know when the events happen .and after its all done i fade away and fall asleep. and i have other things happen dont know what to call it but...i could be standing next to someone and my chest gets completly hot like on fire and ill just blurt out, oh my god! something bads gonna happen to you ! but i dont know what or when.                or i can have insticts of money like in my visions when im sleeping i see like scratch offs the winners on what im gonna win and what the scratch off is gonna look like like i had one where the scratch off was a bingo and it was 4 corners and i had bought a bingo one time and it was a 4 corner bingo but i thought i seen this before it happened .now these visions im having dont happen all the time but when they do there very true,powerful,i dont know weather to call it a gift,  or ???? so if someone out there has similarities please blog me and tell me what the heck is happening to me oh and this my first blog ever i dont know much abot blogging or internet or computers for that matter so please be patient with me learning as i go... just need some input thanks                                                                                                                                                                                         Geminigirly

  21. Tales from the Mist

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    She can feel the magick of the night

    the moon a sliver of cold white light

    in a star-speckled vastness that no one owns

    where mystery stays and finds a home


    Mists so thick as they tumble in

    from a storm-tossed sea she can hear the din

    of those monster waves coming crashing down

    on the windswept shores of a sleepy little town


    Of a winter white night there can be no doubt

    it’s a time when most choose to not go out

    the dogs lay sleeping and the children doze

    everybody bundled in their warmest nighttime clothes


    Save one little gypsy, looks out at the night

    from her rumble tumble caravan, it’s such a sight!

    Brightly colored, brightly lit, she’s been from sea to sea

    fortunes and divinity, only she can see

    and the road never ends, and the nights are long

    and she makes it through, day to day

    with a prayer and a song



    © Goddess of the Mist


















  22. Alan Copeland

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    Bill Eever
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    Hello everyone

    My name is Alan, I am 71 years old and I live in Tiverton Devon with my partner Jenny. I have worked all my life since the age of 15 as a carpenter. In my life I have had a number of experiences which although not mind boggling in themselves seem to defy any logical explanation, they are also different from each other in that they do not share a common thread or theme. The first one occurred  at age 15 and the last at about age 57. Only I can vouch for my own honesty  sincerity and integrity when describing these occurrences.                                                                                        I have an excellent long term memory and have often thought of these events as years went by, I would like to share them with you now, my reasons for doing so are to initiate in people the belief that we as human beings are not alone in our lives and existence and that when our lives and existence on this earth ends that that does not mean the end of our spiritual existance. My experiences have instilled in me an unshakeable and absolute knowledge that these lives that we live and share are just a small part of a much longer journey to who knows what or where. I welcome all comments both positive or critical.

    When I was 14 my grandfather  died, this was my dad's  dad. My grandparents lived about half an hour by bus from my home.  Along with my parents, my younger brother and four younger sisters, I would visit my grandparents house every Sunday afternoon without fail to meet up with my three uncles and one Aunty plus my cousin Peter who is one year older than me. It was always a happy time and after Sunday tea we would return home by 7pm.

    One Friday afternoon I was at my grandparents house, I can not remember why. It was most unusual as it was a school day and only a matter of months before I left school for the last time. For the last hour of this visit my grandfather and myself sat side by side on the front doorstep, although I do not remember the details I know we talked almost non stop, it was a happy hour spent with him, my grandfather was very fond of me and always made a fuss of me. We were just passing time waiting for the 82 bus to Windy Nook which was only a ten minute walk from my home. About five minutes  before I left my grandfather pressed a sixpence into my hand and said " There you are son, you can get yourself some sweets " soon after that I was gone, I did not know that I would never see him again and made the uneventful journey home.

    Two days later, it was Sunday morning about 10.30 and my parents were beginning the early preparations for Sunday lunch. Two of my dads younger  brothers my uncle Norman and uncle Alan arrived unexpectedly and clearly in distress, they told my dad that their dad had died of a suspected heart attack, my grandad was sixty three when he died. I remember very little of the rest of the day except that I was left to look after my younger siblings while my parents went away with my two uncles, returning a few hours later. When my grandads funeral took place the adults decided that I should not attend as it would be to distressing for me, I was hugely relieved I could not have imagined myself going to anyones funeral much less my own grandad.  After a couple of weeks things returned to normal and continued to be so for several months until I left school three weeks before my fifteenth birthday.

    Two days after leaving school I started  work as an apprentice carpenter, although I had to wait until my 16th birthday to begin my official five year apprenticeship. I loved the learning process and the job itself, I still do and still work now fifty six years later. 

    After the death of my grandfather  the weekly  visits to my grandmothers house hand come to an abrupt end. Several months went by, I would guess about eight, I resumed the visits on my own. I had changed from a fourteen year old schoolboy  into a more confident and muscular  teenager a few months from my sixteenth birthday, these changes were the result of spending my days working with men who were teaching me my trade. I admired and respected them a lot and they responded well to my obvious willingness to learn, the work was physically  demanding  too, carrying long roofing timbers and sheets of plywood was an everyday occurrence and I loved all of it. It was a very happy time for me, outside of work playing football and reading were my two main passions.

    It was in this relaxed and carefree scenario that I resumed my visits  to my grandmothers house on Sundays, but now the reason for going was to spend time with my cousin Peter as well as visiting my grandmother. I had no unease or qualms at all about resuming these visits and looked forward to them every week  I had quickly adjusted to the passing away of my grandfather and accepted it as part of lifes natural cycle. I think it took about six weeks after he died to adjust to the fact that I would never see him again  and I did feel the loss. I regarded him as someone who had cared a lot about me. However when I resumed my visits I was in carefree mode with no concerns at all. Since the age of about ten or eleven I had also been part of a group of five close friends we did a lot together  such as caddying at the local golf course, football, taking up archery and making our own bows and arrows as well as in recent months collectively  taking an interest in girls.

    Since resuming my visits  to my grandmothers  house I had made four or five weekly visits, all of them relaxed and uneventful. A pattern had emerged in that on each of these Sunday nights just before 6.00 PM my grandmother and her lifelong friend Mrs  porritt who lived next door would take themselves off to a local club for a few drinks and several games of bingo, returning at about 10.pm. Peter and I would then spend most of the next two hours either reading magazines watching a bit of TV or talking before I caught the 8.00 pm number 82 bus to Windy Nook and home. One particular Sunday night having followed this normal routine  the clock had moved on to about 7.45, Peter and I were in our Grandmothers kitchen where there was a back door through which you could access the yard and the outside toilet, all of these houses at that time had an outside toilet. Grandmothers toilet was about five or six yards from the back door and then up four stone steps and the wooden door of the toilet was then on the left. I told Peter in the kitchen that I had to go  the toilet before going to the bus stop which was about a 150 yards walk from the front door of the house, I also asked  him if he would get two magazines which I had asked him earlier in the evening if I could borrow, he said he would.

    I walked through the yard and up the steps I was in an entirely relaxed  mood and anticipating the bus ride home as well as arriving home in time to spend a couple of hours with my family, especially my two sisters  who were closest to me in age being born less than two years apart.. I entered the toilet and spent about three minutes or so in there, as I was about to open the door and leave, the most remarkable and simultaneously  terrifying thing happened.                                        The unmistakable voice of my grandfather spoke to me from the area above and behind my head and this is what he said                                                                         " Alan, don't be afraid son, I want to tell you something that will help you in your life" I was so shocked and frightened, I pushed the door open and took the four stairs in one leap almost stumbling on landing, the back door was open and I just ran, Peter my cousin was in the kitchen. I can not imagine what kind of an image I portrayed, Peter was completely startled by my appearance, indeed he looked frightened himself, he stood in front of me and kept asking me what was wrong and what had happened. I could not tell him, I was still trying to get my thoughts and myself in order over what had just happened. I told him that I was ok and that nothing had happened, it was obvious by his manner that he did not believe me but I could not tell him because I thought that it would frighten him further and it was partly due to the fact that I did not want to appear foolish in relating such an implausible occurrence. I left quickly, I just wanted to get home to familiar surroundings and my family but little did I know that on this day that my grandad was not finished with me yet.

    Twenty minutes on the bus and a ten minute walk cleared my head and by the time I arrived home I was back to my normal self although still turning the events of the past hour over and over in my mind. At this time my brother and I shared a double bed in the back bedroom of our house. I went to bed at about 10.30 and my thoughts had turned to work the next day. I was working on the construction of a new school which was a mere five minutes walk from my house. I loved the variety of carpentry tasks that were part of my job.

    I had not been in bed very long, ten minutes or so, my brother Raymond was asleep. I was lying on my left hand side facing the wall with my brother In front of me I was wide awake we were the only two in the room and the door was closed. Without warning I felt the unmistakable pressure of a hand closing on my right shoulder, I froze with terror, if anything this was much worse than what had happened three hours earlier. The hand on my shoulder was insistent but gentle repeatedly pulling my right shoulder back in an effort to get me to turn around, I was rigid with fear but the hand kept pulling, I heard a voice somewhere within me telling me not to be afraid but the voice was not mine, the pressure of the hand on my shoulder increased without actually hurting me, in my head I could hear myself saying no no no leave me alone please leave me alone, the hand and the pressure on my shoulder stopped. I have not the slightest doubt that this was my grandad.

    for about the next ninety minutes I could not sleep at all, going over and over these two events in my mind.  Sheer emotional exhaustion  took me to sleep and I awoke next morning to broad and bright daylight and felt fine but perhaps still quiete a bit unnerved by it all but within forty eight hours or so I was the same as as I ever was. I had no further communication from my grandad,from time to time some years later I would sometimes think about it and wonder what it was that my grandad wanted to tell me. There have been times in my life when I would have welcomed advice from someone or a spirit not of this world but then I think that most people might think the same.

    forty three years later I received  a visit from another spirit, another family member. On that occasion I had no fear at all. In between there have been other strange occurrences not connected to the spirit world. In scale they are almost irrelevant or inconsequential  but nevertheless less take a lot of explaining 

    I am sure that a lot of people having read this blog will offer the opinion that this was no more than hallucination  or a vivid imagination. These views are to be respected and warrant no less creedence  than my own views or of those  people who's  views are the same as mine. If the events described here were the only experience of such matters I had ever had then it would be difficult to counter the suggestion of hallucination, but that is not the case. In closing I would just like to say once again that I am essentially a very honest person. The experiences I have had are without any doubt at all real. I can not understand or explain them Other than these events happening to me at the times they did, each of them years apart I have never had any interest at all in the paranormal, it has never even formed part of my reading material which is almost exclusively non fiction with the backbone of it being Biographical 

    Thank you for taking the trouble to read my blog

    Alan Copeland        AKA Bill Eever ( believer )


    My first blog entry, in fact my first blog ever was about my Grandad and his two attempts to communicate with me on the same evening, this would have been in 1962.  My next experience which left me puzzled and with a question unresolved to this day took place in 1965 / 1966. It was fleeting, all over in less than five minutes. It was something I have very rarely spoken about , no more than two or three times in over fifty years, I think this is because it is probably the experience which would invite the most scepticism / disbelief. So once again I find myself having to vouch for my own honesty  integrity and accuracy in relating this very odd occurrence.

    A dream, or something more profound !

    We were four good mates, myself   Dave Levee   Frankie McGee and Eddie Ruddick. We were all about eighteen and had been mates since childhood. Funny how friendships are formed sometimes, I met Frankie McGee one day in our local park when we were about ten we both ran from different directions for the one swing that was not being used, we got there at the same time and both grabbed it in a matter of seconds we were scrapping over it, throwing punches for all we were worth over a swing. Just when I thought I might be going to get the upper hand his big brother Eddie pulled us apart and made us shake hands.we became best friends for the next twelve years and never had another cross word between us.  So on this night some time in 1965 the four of us had gone to Low Fell. Low Fell was great it had five or six great pubs three or four nice places to eat some nice shops and a snooker and pool hall with fifteen tables. It was midweek I know, probably a Thursday night and we had been playing snooker for a couple of hours. When we finished we walked to the bus stop which was outside the Gateshead Arms pub, it was still early about 8.30 PM. Right next to the Gateshead Arms pub was St John's Roman Catholic Church. In all the time we had been using that bus stop the church had always been closed and in darkness, but this night it was lit up and there was music coming from within and the sound of kids laughing. There was a wide pathway which led from street level where we were up and around to the double arched doors of the church.              Someone suggested that we go up and have a look so we did. There was a lady sitting on a chair with a small table just inside the door. We asked if we could come in and she said we were welcome to do so, there was a small charge which we paid. She explained that it was a youth  club for kids of fifteen and older, that soft drinks and light snacks were available and asked if we would be polite and not to noisy.   We made our way to the back of the church hall where there were several  long wooden benches. The benches were long enough for all four of us to sit side by side on one of them,I was on the right hand side as we looked out at the main group of kids dancing in the centre of the large church hall. There was a temporary counter with tables behind where soft drinks and sandwiches etc were available. My best mate at that time Frankie McGee was on my left, then Dave Levee and Eddie Ruddick on the other end.                                                           We sat quietly watching but not saying very much at all, we had only came in because the lights and the music we heard had roused our curiosity  and as it was early and the buses were frequent we probably intended it as no more than half hour diversion before we continued home. The girls outnumbered the boys by at least three to one but most of them were at least two to three years younger than ourselves although still attractive to the casual observer.

    even now after all these years it is still difficult to put into words what happened next but I will try to present it as best as I can. I was quietly watching the group  of about twenty people on the dancefloor, then in my mind over a period I would say of between five and ten seconds the realisation came to me that this scene in front of me was familiar, not just the scene but the people in it. As the seconds ticked by the feeling of having seen this before intensified I could see a girl, taller than most of the others with straight long blonde hair below her shoulders with a very distinctive coloured dress on, deep wine coloured red with gold braided across her chest, then another person I recognised stepping up to the counter to buy something then two or three other individuals also familiar, I was beginning to anticipate their movements before they made them because I had experienced this scene before. During these seconds as they unfolded I felt almost disorientated and very unnerving trying to make sense out of what was happening. And then in an instant it came to me, it was a dream I had had, about three weeks previously. I was struggling to cope with the enormity of it I was still  only eighteen and not emotionally or mentally equipped to deal with it.I thought about the dream still while watching these unfolding events and I remembered that at some point in the dream a gang of lads had run into the church hall and started hitting people indiscrimminately  and in the dream when it happened I was in the Church Hall with Frankie Dave and Eddie.                                                    It is difficult to relate the sense of disbelief I felt at that time, that here I was in real time re living a dream in presice  detail which I had dreamt of some weeks previously, but real it was. Almost instinctively I turned and pushed Frankie forcefully  with both hands and shouted to all three of them " we have to get out of here now straight away"  they must have been startled  by this very uncharacteristic and intense outburst because as one they just turned and walked very quickly to the door and ran down the ramp to the bus stop. Almost in unison they asked me what was the matter, what had happened to make me behave like that. Once again and for the same reason as with my cousin Peter I could not tell them, it would have sounded preposterous telling three lads that I had had a dream three weeks ago that we were in this church hall and that everything that had happened in the church was exactly as happened in my dream, I could not even make up a reason fictitious  or otherwise not to tell them I could not think of anything other than that you could have a dream about something that would happen in the future, exact in every detail. So said the only thing I could, I just said something really very very strange happened and I can not tell you about it. They were not happy about it but we were close friends and there was a bond between us. They knew clearly that it was not a poor attempt  af a joke they knew that on this matter at least I was very serious but at other times I could jome and display impromptu humour at the drop of a hat as they say, or when the occasion demanded, they also knew me well enough and for long enough not to press me on what had happened so they just let it go.             It bothered me for the whole of the following week, such a profound and inexplicable  experience.  In urging them to get out of the church quickly It was because I had expected the arrival of the gang of troublemakers  at any moment, I had expected to meet them on the ramp as we ran from the church or to see them arrive as we waited at the bus stop while we waited for our bus, but I never saw them at all. So that part of the premonition  did not come true. The girl in the dress and other people present were exactly the same people I had seen in my dream, from the moment I realised that I was actually watching events that I had dreamed of then for a minute or so before we ran out I was able to anticipate what they were going to do next, so that part was all true, no hallucination  no imagination all true. In the following days I was expecting at any time to hear via local gossip of of a disturbance or incident happening at the church after we got on the bus, I never did. In Gateshead where I lived and grew up at that time, we had a local paper, The Gateshead Post which came out once a week on Fridays so in the following week I waited to buy the paper and fully expecting to find in there a report or small mention of a disturbance or of anti social behaviour at St John's church on Low Fell but there was nothing at all.                                                I fully stand by what I saw and experienced in the church hall, I absolutely expect that there will be many skeptics and can understand that but for me, following on the death of my grandfather and the experience which followed that,  I was in the early stages at the age of eighteen of realising that all is not so simple on this earth we all share as it appears to be. There are invisible boundaries all around us and boundaries between time as well as physical  life and spiritual  existence  which can and do get crossed from one side to the other.                                        After this incident in the church I went about my life in the same way as everyone else, growing up and as an adult experiencing joy hope pain regrets hope and anger,  this took me to 1994 / 1995 when  I had another life questioning experience at the age of about 48. Just for fun I shall call it,   Fortune lost



  23. Impedancer
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    Many of you might wonder what Krav Maga is that I practise?. the martial art system was developed by Imi Lichtenfeld (former boxer and wrestler) who made use of his martial art skills to defend the Jewis quarter against fascist groups in Bratisalva during the second world war.  following his migration to Israel in the late 1940s he started to provide lessons on combat training for the Israel military Defense Forces which was later developed into Krav Maga. The orginal concept was to take the most effective simpel and practical techniques of other fighting systems to make them rapidly teachable to military conscripts to make them in relativly short time battle ready. the system derived from a combination of techniques taken from Boxing, Wrestling, Akido, Judo and Karate etc and is know for its for its focus on real-world situations and extreme efficiency. It was secret until 1968 and became popular among most Special Forces and Armies and Police forces across the world which later became taught by some martial art gyms. Students learn simultaneous defensive and offensive maneuvers and to defend against all variety of attacks on the ground in tight spaces, in darkness, with several attackers and are taught (most importantly) to avoid physical confrontation If this is impossible or unsafe, it promotes finishing a fight as quickly and aggressively as possible and to get away from the situation, Attacks are aimed at the most vulnerable parts of the body and there is no rules in Krav Maga.   

    What makes it fun to practice KM is all the boxing and the various techniques plus the friendship you get and that everyone strives to make each other better. got this question once how do you spar?. do you beat the crap out of each other? like you usually see in movies?.When you spar you dont hit your opponent with full force, you stop your punch just before it lands otherwise boxers wouldn´t learn anything and they would not be able to go matches.you spar for the following reasons you want to improve each others skills and to have fun, you want to do your best to ("win") yes but at the same time you have to adapt to your opponents level and still make it hard for him if you feel you constantly have the advantage, its all about giving and taking.  I also got this question once: when you spar dont you ever get angry when hit? No an angry fighter is a bad fighter, i do get frustrated and angry at myself sometimes when i do simple mistakes or get too tired to spar properly, stay focused stay on your game. Do you recommend km to eveyone ? I recommed it to everyone if you haven´t tried it you should give it a go! !Dont you have to be extremely fit?. It´s not bad to resonably fit if you´re not you will get in shape in no time plus have fun.

    Do you have any good self defense tips?: Yes! firstly Join your local KM club or boxing, thai boxing club. Secondly: when your out in town avoid looking at your mobile phone, look up instead and walk like you owned the place. If you do get attacked do everything  you can to get away from the sutiation defend yourself scream and be as agressive as you can and never give up!!!. If someone starts to pick on you in lets say a bar, simply go to another bar with your mates dont stick around, if the person starts to get threatening and you feel the situation is getting out of hand scream as loud as you can .BACK OFF!!, STOP!! this is what the law enforcement do and it will attract peoples attention if he then attacks you, you have a given him a warning and a good reason to defend yourself which will not be in his favour in court. And remember the first rule of Krav Maga avoid physical confrontation at all cost, never put yourself in a dangerous situation, stay out of trouble!!!.