I was in the process of typing my previous blog when I noticed him standing in front of my table.
“Namaste,” he said while bowing with a hint of smile.
“Oh, hey, how are you doing?”
“Not bad… Kinda going through a crisis…”
“Why, what’s happened?”
“…No, nothing, it’s just that I’m tired of this service industry – I mean it pays good, but… Look, I give this guy a massage, been doing it for nearly 16 years… not complaining, as it pays well, but… It’s not hitting me anymore… I need more…”
“You’re going through the next phase man, time to go deeper…”
“Yeah…”
“Well, you know last weekend was the convergence of the first wave, right?” I interjected.
“Yes!”
“Well? Have you thought about “Soul Massage”? – the name just came to me… I mean what could be more evolutionary than preparing the energy signature of beings toward a balanced passage – there’s no alternate route.”
He took a step back, with goosebumps visible on his arms, “I just had a dream about something like this the other night!”
“It’s yours… Make it your brand, my humble gift to you,” I smiled, certain of the clarity and integrity of message.
We chatted for a bit longer, and took leave of each other, both of us feeling one small step brighter…
I hope Socrates will take the torch and ignite souls along the way…
“They have taken the bone marrow, sucked the crust dry, the earth is shuddering, bled – they are murdering Gia!!”
“Calm down LOL –“
“No! This is insane! And they call Joe insane! Damn them, damn them all to the hell…they have created – they have murdered our world…”
LOL was talking about the advent of the paradigm shift, the battlefront of the next flood, the quantum shift in the matrix of our illusions, controlled by the matrix masters.
0505 hrs:
I turn on the television, and there it is… Germantown, north of Potomac, caving in… Thousands of folks are inundating the phone lines, clogging the emergency services, asking the “authorities” for help, comfort… etc. all that mammalian Sheeple blah-bah-bah…
0800 hrs:
The President makes light of the quake during his BP Spill briefing at the White House.
“No, I did not feel a thing,” he chuckles.
Meanwhile, far above the earth, satellites are collecting Geomagnetic data, triangulating the progress of the Hollow Earth Mission, dubbed BP Oil Spill.
The mobile HAARP units are placed on active alert. Deep Core Thermal Energy drilling has now entered its delta phase.
0810 hrs:
The Trilateral Commission filters and disseminates controlled leaks to the middle management during an impromptu press release at the C Hall of Council on Foreign Relations building a few blocks away. My friend Anya is there to announce the speakers.
Somewhere off 47th street, Manhattan, top floor, non-descript, key Bilderberg directors maneuver their asset holdings and strategy for the axial shift portal of the galactic realignment.
They are briefed that the ignition of Saturn is now entering its final phase. 13 Downing Street is conducting the sat conference. the young Merovingian prince is cloaked in purple robe, he will be the 13th prince, the Aquarius challenger to Mahdi.
While our Sunday star is now entering its prolonged solar minimum cycle, the new Saturday Illuminati group will ignite Saturn as the new radiant source. Currency must flow through the system.
Is Ra El battle is afoot. Isis is still in command. The bow-shot was 911, presided over by the Order of the 33rd Degree, as a mechanism of controlled social herding and conditioning in preparation for adapting to the new refined and evolved light energy index.
1400 hrs:
Valya is pissed off at the French fools! As old as time… The French have always been a thorn on the side of the Russkies, but Italians are the Russian soul…
“Ilya, did you cause the quake? Did you? Tell me!”
“…Yes”
Flesh must and will fade, the homeless have the force with them, the insane are the savants, their mind not imprisoned by the norm and structure of constructed delusions.
Zero-infinity hundred hours:
The place is now here / no where / center of there is here, all points have converged, as there was no point ever…
1+1 = 0, no longer 1+1 will equal 3. Beautiful duality collapses into monism. The phone lines fall silent, the EMS services are rendered moot, the streets fade. In a flash God…
In a flash God recognizes itself as itself and the need to know itself ceases as there is no self to be known, and the cycle begins again only it never ever began.
Yet… there are two star-struck warriors, Valya and Ilya, now stars with radical motility, structuring light ray and sound wave energies into a new spiral RNA… Creators of the true illuminated warriors…
Divergent and convergent pathways along the interplay of hope and despair intertwine in a complex dance of alternating currents and oscillating perception…
As we listen to Juan Enriquez talk about Homo Evolutis, we can happily look past the current “flames” engulfing our world, but to what end? …to a bright new future for the species, the new species of hominids atop the pyramid? Oops, is this the Illuminati dream of dreams? Sounds great, doesn’t it?
But let’s think for a minute about human evolution, and civilization, and we quickly see that misery and suffering are still with us despite all the glorious discoveries and euphoric achievements. Where are the grand solutions and absolution that science and religion and politics have repeatedly promised us over and over again?
So no! Science is NOT the answer! And technology is only a distraction from the truth — what truth? Nor is religion the answer. This world is certainly not designed around man and his arrogance… And most certainly the answer is not in politicians and the puppets and grand masters behind the scenes.
Maybe we should listen to Paul Stamets and his adulation and love for mycelium – don’t glaze over – but he’s onto something I suppose.
Mushrooms will save the world, *grin* only not as Paul would assume with his softball optimism.
Perhaps Terence McKenna is closer to the answer with his Timewave Zero theory and mushroom-induced voyages on the slopes of a volcano?
In the small hours before morning breaks, when we can hear the immense breath of being, where is our respite as shards of contradiction and failure lacerate this perpetually broken world? What comforts us when it dawns on us that the reign of man is not infinite after all?
…And yet, and yet…to embrace a child and see the world, profoundly see the world in his eyes, or to extend an act of kindness toward an aging dog and appreciate the meaning in his glance, or to lift a struggling insect from the edge of a cup and understand its plight, are simple gestures all, yet each act crushes the entire construed world and reveals the essence of our being, the potential of our timeless radiance that transcends this bracketed world and its fickle ambitions of mortal flesh.
The answer is not in prolongation of earth-bound life, nor is it in mastering this world of folly, but in igniting the self to radiate – that is our destined evolution, and it does not require science nor priests nor rulers.
The answer is in us, in our DNA, in our matrix, latent and poised to be ignited. Nowhere is Now and Here, thus Time and Space are but mere perception of our holographic projected world. Liberated of the constraints of the flux, we are free to become stars, transform, and evolve at once.
Indeed, mushrooms can save the world as they enable us to better perceive the soul of a Scarab rolling dung.
While Saturn has developed foreboding aural rings, it’s noteworthy to consider that our Sun is inexplicably cooling off, as if rapidly, inexorably dying!
…The minimum Sun, longer span with no sweet spots as of couple summers afore
