.Good Smoothie Recipe.

After a long day out marauding I like to come home to a good smoothy.

Tonight, while not wanting to waste good things; I found a great recipe by mistake.

Take a bucket of moldy strawberries, cut the mold off; them.

Use black squishy bananas.

Add whatever else.

Blend.

Force your self through the first couple smashes; then wait a bit; then you are golden; drink with caution from there.

After the first half liter; wait for the hot wave of sweat to start on your body; maybe have a smoke or something during that; after this you are golden. Weed goes great as a complimentary dish once you get the drunk sensation.

Try not to kill yourself with it.

Don't do this if you are under legal drinking age; I guess.

The end.

.Eayae And The Experiment.

Opening up; it was dark.

Dark enough to see that Eayae was in an industrial plant.

Large rusted machinery stood around the environment slowly chugging away at their collective task.

As Eayae moved through the world; it became apparent another person was here; always somewhere near by.

Carefully Eayae worked his way through each dimly lit room; when it became clear the other person was in the same room.

Melting out of the darkness came forth the Dark Mad Man; clad in smokey black gray cloaks, a vest, and face concealed by a small unperceptible hat. He had some kind of sharp bladed objects protruding from his torso; glowing brightly with indistinguishable colours.

It became clear the Dark Mad Man's intentions were hostile.

Pulling a blade from his torso in each hand; the Dark Mad Man smirked a sinister smile at him and threw the blades; narrowly missing and busting open near by pipes with the projectiles!

Eayae watched in horror as more blades appeared replacing the now missing pieces.

Reacting to the situation Eayae ducked into the shadows and started to move tactfully around the large motors and gears and using the steam and smoke they made; with this Eayae concealed himself from this evil intruders view.

The Dark Mad Man called out "If you run; I am only going to make it worse!!!"

Cackling he gave chase!

Around the world they played cat and mouse; all the while Eayae's only defence against the blades that kept flying passed his head was strategic maneuvering through the mechanics around them.

It was then that Eayae rounded a corner and found two carpentry hammers; which seemed rather novel.

Picking them up; a renewed sense of ability flowed through him as Eayae now turned the tables; and prey became predator.

Moving through a cloud of white steam Eayae swung and proceeded to pummel his tormentor with the hammers; at which point everything shattered.

And it was dark for a moment.

Eayae woke up in his cell.

Cell number 7; again?

So strange how it is always the same one; Eayae thought to himself.

He spent some time resting and day dreaming while still in his slumbering haze; laying on his hard metal cot.

Getting up; Eayae proceeded to walk out of his cell.

There were no guards.

This being perfectly normal; as there was no need for guards here; because of the complacent general attitude of the prison population; allowed him to move freely about.

Eayae walked out of the cell block and down a hallway; seeing open prison cells lining the way.

There were no doors on any of the walls; or on any of the cells.

Curious.

It was then Eayae heard a familiar voice calling his name; so curiously investigating further; it was soon revealed to be two old friends from long ago; Sunev, and Enihsrats; two loves from his youth; how good it was to see them!

At least Eayae knew some people here.

After the warm greeting all three felt a source of strength develop as it became clear they all had a great level of degree for choice here.

Then another voice called out; and a third friend from more recent times was there.

He had made his choice; and was stepping out of the experiments; however it was not to go live outside the prison; but to sleep in his bed at home.

"It is warmer and comfier there; with big thick blankets and heavy quilts!" he insisted.

That sounded nice; but wasn't really Eayae's cup of tea; he knew what his choice was going to be for where he stepped out of the prison.

The crystal structured city.

It shone in the future.

The geometry of which elicited a healing energy to all that resided within it's parimeter; and held a collective of creativity within the every day that allowed for a state of being beyond the description of words.

A state so abstract; delicately delightful and beautiful; the physical language cannot even fathoming the ability to begin and describe it.

You might as well try to trace a snow flake with a large rock.

Blinking back out of the scenic city Eayae looked around the environment his friends shared.

They each had large beds with mattresses; and shared a large cell with about 30 beds in total.

It had a public toilet.

At this moment Eayae felt thankful for the tiny one person cell and the privacy to use the toilet as the only person in the room.

That's when the two old friends; both stated that it was comfier to live in the larger cells because of the social support and bigger comfier beds; plus everyone there respected everyone else's privacy.

Eayae stated the small isolated cell was more to his suiting; and they each gave him high five in response.

That's when curiosity led him to the more recent friend.

He stated once again he was leaving prison; no longer wishing to be part of the experiments that took place there.

He was going home to sleep in his warm comfortable bed again for awhile.

He offered his larger cell bed to him; but Eayae politely declined as he preferred cell number 7 and thus; set out to return there. The choice was everyone in the prisons.

The lack of doors was strangely unappealing; as it left for no way out.

As long as they consented and chose to be in the prison; experiments would be performed on them.

Along the way it did occur to him finally that the amount of beds varied by room; but they all had one toilet; more and more Eayae appreciated his solitude in cell number 7.

There were still no doors on any of the cells.

None.

All felt comfortable there; despite of how uncomfortable it was.

Strangely appealing; and nice; despite the incredibly dangerous experiments and general living conditions of the prison.

In and out there was a shift in prisoners all the time; all very much happy to be there; and all very happy to leave.

However many forgot about their ability to choose their time spent inside and so sat waiting for anyone to help them; often times prisoners who remembered this would explain it and end up confusing other prisoners ; which cause massive out breaks of panic and disorder due to the misconstruction of information of the course of time.

These outbreaks would often settle themselves through eventual discourse in opinion in the general panicking masses.

Eayae walked back to cell number 7 and laid back down on his bed; closed his eyes; and fell asleep; knowing when he would be ready to choose to step out of the cycle and back into his own free willed domain.

It was all of their choice.

.Everything I Need To Know About My Mind and Life; I Learned From Guns.

The harnessing of guns can be the difference between an entire civilization prospering and expanding, or being swept away. You can stay alive another day through the correct application of your gun, or blow your foot off by accident by being dumb with it and not paying attention to what you are doing.

Never point the gun at anything you do not intend to hit with a round. Your focus, control, and capabilities are your direct responsibility; no one and nothing else can be blamed for a round going where you pointed your gun.

Allow only trusted, responsible, capable people handle your gun. Never let just anyone play with you gun, for they will inevitably blow you away, prolly by accident.

There are times when the gun is out, and times when the gun is put away. To leave a gun laying around is going to lead to a random person picking up the gun and doing something stupid with it.

Some people HATE guns, for no other reason then the choice of application some humans have used them for. Guns don't kill people; people that go ape shit kill people, and professional soldiers, mercenaries, police, prolly the Pope if he had the chance (Actually the current Pope was a member of the Hitler Youth, so he more then likely has...), anyone defending their house, home, or nation, and a wide variety of people, such as myself; who enjoy target shooting for the skill based aspects of it.

To quote Agent Cooper regarding golf: "I enjoy it's precision."

Keeping your gun clean and well maintained will not only improve it's performance and capacity for inflicting maximum round output, but also keep it from exploding in your hands while you unload down range.

Know your gun inside out at that, know the pressure of the trigger, the pull of the overall weapon, which way is the most comfortable to place everything, which position is best for you to fire from (My preference is a cross legged sitting position, using my left arm to keep tension across my knees, with the rifle balanced in the left hand shooting right, it takes some practice to get used to, but essentially makes your body a mobile shooting rest for superior accuracy.), how long it takes you to reload, what noises it makes, what mechanisms are at work within it, and so forth.

.Ducks Never Settle.

.My Introduction To "Reflections Of Reality".

He walked into the Needs Convenience store acting as normal as possible.

A voice flooded towards him from the radio: "Reflections of reality; these are reflections of reality..." and within seconds it became obvious the radio was actually playing commentary from a baseball game.

The mushrooms had officially arrived.

The duo approached a refrigerator with bottles of water.

Bottles.

Of water.

This alone was strange.

Let alone the fact a majority of them had mind blowing logos, like a large infinity symbol; the very bottle his compatriot on the journey picked out.

Sweet mercy; Infinity was guiding them that night.

He's MAAAAAD

Consciousness -> Subconscious -> Higher Conscious (False, look out it's a FLYYYYER) -> True Self (Soul) -> Outside the box (When the subjective experiencer manages to pull themselves OUT of the VR helmet known as "The Head') -> Cubicals containing all consciousness experiencers separately.

Here in the realm of cubicals one can find the strange beings who keep everyone 'inside their heads'.

I call them dream police.

We're in a big video game.

Only different.

Are we prisoners?

Students?

Bored extra dimensional beings?

We are spiritual beings on a physical journey maaaaaaan.

Except very SERIOSO bad men have hijacked the ride.

.Would you like to know more? Alex Jones, and David Icke.

Reptile people, grays, and a few other phenomenon are all repressed areas of your psyche.

Or in some people's cases, dominant traits. Or in some cases, actual breeds of bipedal beings; who are being hunted through out history.

Alex Jones and David Icke are misinformation agents.

With that stated we must move along; there are things out there, giant squid; collosial squid even, with hooks in their tentacles and whale on their mind.

But that's in the ocean; so calm down.

First; if your riding the wave of panic, fear, doom, and gloom of our wonderfully apocolyptically intense age of living; involving the NWO, reptile over lords, 2012 disaster, aliens this, pop culture that, then take a look at these articles.

Then breath nice and deep and get cho' imagination under control.

They are old; and have been here a long time; but it is possible to escape the wrath of what lies within oneself.

And introductory text to the subject matter; taken from The Active Side of Infinity by Carlos Castaneda; it offers a glimpse into what is happening. Mind you there are more mentioning of the subject matter at hand.

Here it is:

http://www.harmonymindbodyspirit.com/archives/predator.shtml

Then moving along we see there are corallations between the shaman seers of the fourth world; and their counter parts on another continent; the Gnostic Schools of Mysteries. This is after a brief going over of the basic knowladge applicable immediatly to one's self.

Here ya go:

http://www.harmonymindbodyspirit.com/archives/predator.shtml

Should you happen to see Infinity along the way; good luck!

~8D

P.S.

http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/10/21/america.poll/index.html

.Show and Tell Story Time.

Just ona those things that one's mind thinks about from time to time and gets lost in, drifting endlessly through scenarios and places... Some day I'd like to make a movie like this; but until then here's some random words scribbles depicting some fun imagination exercises.

From the depths of the dreams, first on the face the cold air sifts over, then down; through bumps in the fur blankets, over a warm comfortable body.

Light trickles into the eyes, as consciousness swims forward into the mind/body spectrum again.

You eyelids open as you take in your first breath of the cold dawn air.

The fur tent roof above you gently flutters in a minute morning gust, just barley big enough to cause a ripple across the tension based structure.

Without these tents the lot of you would have died long ago in a nomadic tundra climate like this.

The body warmth starts to escape as you roll over and allow more air to flow through, the sensation delights the skin and slowly tugs your mind further into consciousness.

Suddenly... Your stomach aches, and gives a slight nudge to your self, indicating your hunger.

This is the best part of any day.

Jumping up and pulling on the fur boots and pants, all supplied by the great animals, you burst forward from the tent into the soft snow, as the sun shines brightly across the vast open landscape; you inhale the crisp sweet air and greet the world anew, fresh, and rested from sleep!!!

Your tent is with a group of others, each tent is around 30 to 40 feet away from the other, you are all spread out across the land. Slowly you saunter off to the side of the camp, looking off a cliff and to the mountains in the distance.

Sitting cross legged you open your eyes and start breathing deeply in and out through the nose and mouth. During this time the reality around you flutters and starts to melt and rearrange itself eventually becoming a completely undefinable experience, from which you pluck lessons about your self and others.

This is what all humans do, every day.

The reflection of reflecting.

As others from the group start stirring and waking you hear the grumbles and the gratitudes spill forth from the various individuals... Some can be anywhere, some just can't let be. All is as all will ever have it's way as such; some just can't settle down for some reason. One by one they all make their way from their respective tents.

Pulling in the clean air, everyone knows it's time to go find breakfast.

It's time for the hunt.

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Authors Note: OOOOH MAN IT WOULD BE COOL TO BE A CAVE MAN!!!!

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The world is covered in scatterings of snow and tall grass, the air is cold, but not enough to bother bare skin; and a line of humans scattered down a row are all flush belly to the ground crawling along towards a heard of elk atop a step of rocks.

There are animals everywhere, one has to only walk a few hundred meters before spotting in the immediate vicinity any number of game or predatory animals.

The world and wilderness is full and robust.

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Editors Note: From here it's mostly just intense imagery, clouds zooming through the sky with beams of sun filtering through across the landscape covered in grazing animals, as the hunters move in.

A major part of it is the emotions connected with the hunt, I have experienced flutters of these emotions during my waking conscious life, the 'early morning hunt' feeling if you will; the most common place one might feel this now is sitting in traffic on their way to the office in the morning.

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The End.

.Harmonics, Multi-Dimensional Thinking And The Human Experience.

This is about internal thinking, the art of and systematic processes which take place during from my own personal language and understanding as a graduated Space Cadet and now careening full blown Psychonaught.

Starting with basic thinking we have 1 dimensional thoughts.

Within the darkness of our internal world these floats about as window panes of light, each one displaying the content of the thought and where your train will go.

When you focus on an individual thought you enter it into 2 dimension thinking, at this stage you can watch the thought unfold as a movie, going where you would like it, or perhaps; where your subconscious would like it to go if you allow it that control.

When you've immersed yourself into the 2d thinking, you can then proceed to move through out the imagery; during this space and time both emerge and allow for exploration of the thought based world.

One would think that four dimensional thinking is when you can smell, taste, hear, see, sense, and feel the objects within your thought world.

For example, opening your eyes in a massive field of tall grass, you can smell the sweet scent of the summer breeze as it washes over your body ruffling your cloths and raising the hairs on your neck.

To me five dimensional thinking is when you are able to sync up both brains, and project with open eyes an image, so that each hemisphere takes responsibility for the image in full geometry and abstract fill context.

I did notice when the image is perfectly mirrored in full capacity and full synchronicity occurs between hemispheres the actual vision from the eyes gets a 'cracked mirror' appearance and left goes backwards to right and so forth. This happens for a mere moment and normal vision restores itself even with the image reflecting forth.

What lay beyond this is currently beyond me, we are not talking about reality here, but the inner realms of the human spiritual machine.

Presumably the sixth dimension of thinking would be the 'full blown Salvia trip' kind of experience, I've come to the verge of it before without using Salvia's assistance (Other then her showing me the steps to activate this kind of thinking.) but have yet to 'break through' fulling into my inner workings and realms while 100% sober (Normal state of mind. Although coffee is admittedly used to amp up the vibration frequency of thinking, so even then I am not officially sober.) but this is where you get into heavy duty spiritual machinery, completely disorienting from Consensual Reality in terms of reason and 'sanity'.

Akin to being the pin ball inside a pin ball machine.

Not one of those new ones, one of those insano old ones.

Now that we've covered the forms of thinking the next part is important.

The content of the thoughts is what matters.

Starting with disharmony, or negative thoughts we can simply say they create a static fuzz that permeates the mind, body and soul creating a white noise resonance and disables the capacities of thought.

Straight up it disables your brain and eventually leads to tension through the bodies physical muscle core which leads to much discomfort and stress and perchance a nervous break down or two.

Now with HARMONIC thinking, warm wonderful childhood memories, the wilderness, that sort of stuff; or whatever relaxes you.

The more harmonic you become, the greater the opening to the subconscious becomes and the more dimensions of thinking can be achieved.

That is all.

.The Human Magnet - A Study.

So in the last couple few days my brains been stewing on something and I didn't know what it was till last night, then today my buddy came by and stated he thought the same things, but didn't know what it ment yet; the only difference was I applied labels and he didn't.

The labels of the human magnet are as such.

The Negative - Infintial in being, it's a baby state; you scream for what you want and it eventually arrives; you draw the item to you.

The Positive - An Adult state of being, you need food, you think about it, then follow your magnet, and travel to the food.

Yeah.

It's that simple.

Just tune in.

Now the ugly...

Most of my generation seems to have failed miserably as swapping the polarity of themselves and retain and refuse to leave the infintial state of being/mind, where they expect everything to be brought directly to them and when it isn't, or you don't mind them full attention, typically these people will get more aggressive in their pursuits, just so long as they don't have to actually get up and do ANYTHING.

In short, I would like to thank all the lazy shit heads out there, and their mass population, which is increasing every day. With your lack of skills and pathetic immobile attitudes, not to mention the incapacity to see one subject from multiple points of view tends to make fellows such as myself, who spend time honing skill, have the dedication to get stronger and smarter; frankly, you make me look like a god amongst children.

Not even joking.

YouTubing does not count as a skill.

That is all.

~KIRK OUT!!!

.Secrets Of The Temple Of Solomon.

Yadda yadda yadda;

yeah.

So check this out: The Temple of Solomon is geometrically designed in a secret blue print of the human brain, the pinal/pituary glands being the "Holy of Holy".

This song by Petra might be able to explain how to get there.

Take Me In

By Petra.

Take me past the outer courts

Into the Holy place

Past the brazen altar

Lord I want to see Your face

Pass me by the crowds of people

The priests who sing Your praise

I hunger and thirst for Your righteousness

And it's only found one place

Take me in to the Holy of Holies

Take me in by the blood of the Lamb

Take me in to the Holy of Holies

Take the coal, cleanse my lips, here I am

Take the coal, cleanse my lips, here I am

And if that isn't enough, here is a map, there are many 'theorized' layouts for this temple, however this was the image I originally found while seeking it's geometry, the reason I like this one is because it looks like the face you see some times yeah?

Hahahahaha

Ahem.

ON WARDS!!!

The three segments of the brain go from frontal lobe, mamillian brain, and reptilian complex.

As you can see above (And below... haha... inside joke... sorry) that the temple clearly has two eyes at the front, leading to the porch, next to the eyes is the bronze circle deal, which is oddly enough similar to the Assembliage Point referred to by Don Juan. That could just be wishful thinking however.

Use your brain!!!

Here is a cartoon I made about this topic.

.Reflections Of Reality.

As some of you may know in my quest to find The Truth, myself, and my creator I have eating a substantial amount of LSD, LSA, magic mushrooms and smoke copious amounts of marijuana.

That said; it has led me to many an answer you will not find on YouTube, in school, in science, or any other manner of information exchange known to mankind at this point.

What I have found has been more then mind blowing.

That person we all long to find, and usually mistake for the person we marry, or the celebrities we emulate, etcetera, etcetera is often times nothing more then our subconscious true selves.

The dream that we currently occupy is not our dream at all; but Infinity's.

Black holes are the doorways of the Universe, also the power plants so to speak, as the energy we generate fuels the energy of reality, which in turn is used to dream our reality which in turn gives us energy to generate more energy.

Thus - As the Greek philosophers figured, the more you move the more energy you generate the more energy you have; the less you move the less you generate the less your Life will develop.

Biologically this is true as we are mammals, in order to generate body heat one must move, or risk freezing to death... In winter at least.

Energy stagnates with lack of movement.

Further more, this reality is NOT a reflection of our imagination, as many Roman thinking members of our species have been led to believe, but rather, we are a reflection of reality; given free will to reflect back in any manner that we wish.

It is through this reflecting the our environment becomes altered, or modified, much as a typhoon would alter the land scape; we do not however create anything, that is the Great Magnet's duty, as Hunter S. Thompson referred to the Watcher as.

Our homes and how tidy and organized we keep them are the reflection of us, and our manner of dress and decoration is the reflection of that which is within us; whether it is a Rainbow Warrior spirit of the Universe's Cosmic Command (Terms made up here for easy digesting.), or if the person is submissive to the manipulative tentical monster, or the highly logical, deeply unemotional Gray Alien within, or if you are a fan of 'consulting with Death' as many generations of humans have naturally done for eons... To see either of the later, check what kind of sun glasses you wear. =P

There are many more spirit types then what I've listed here.

Now at this point one could say I'm totally bonkers, and thats fine, cause I frankly, am.

But.

The reflections of reality can be seen all about us; from the Televisions which mimic our Creators manner of projecting Reality, to the wind chimes which sound like Light traveling, to the spinning multi-coloured pin wheels that decorate your cottages deck, it's all a Reflection of True Reality, and our attempt to emulate it, as Cromagnon has according to our records of trinkets have found, tried to emulate the Homosapians superior tool making capabilities; to a degree that simply prolonged their extinction process.

The internet is the newest biggest reflection; man kinds attempt to bring the Universal knowledge one can tap into with very little effort when one understands the steps; into the physical realm, it's a psychic friends network only sent through wires and cables rather then vibes.

Now for some proof of this reflection within nature.

Today, as I sat upon the river observing nature, the movement of water, the flutter of leaves in the breeze and all the animals about; I was moved to tears of absolute joy at the over whelming beauty of that which is already here; especially when compared to modern man's rather ugly technological cities.

After having a good tear session an feeling recharge, I noticed in front of me, a small lady bug; however it's shell was black and yellow, as opposed to black and red as the normal is for me.

Upon it's back was a perfectly symmetrical design; which, when thought of in an evolutionary sense, is impossible.

If one wishes to experiment, simply attack a canvas with paint in an utterly random fashion and see how long it takes you to make a perfectly symmetrical design, without influencing it at all, the moment you influence it, you have added some degree of a higher intelligence design.

It ain't gonna happen.

The point of this bug however, was that the design was a pattern that was frankly speaking, identical to the geometry of our Creators face, right down to the third eye, and smiling mouth (Which was across the bugs head.) that I have witnessed MANY times now in my life, both while on chemical assisted trips, and now that I know the path to him, through sober inner stillness and deep reflection. Immediately the bug traveled about half an inch down the face of the wharf; and even though it was bright yellow/black, it immediatly blended in with it's gray surroundings; incredibly like the face of the Creator whence done speaking with the human witness, melts back into 'consensual reality'; even with it's awesome presence being so close to us all.

Truly what is above is below.

Seek the Truth; do not allow some nut bar like me tell you what it is; but I can tell you this; no matter who you are, where you come from, what your spiritual or religious beliefs are, we ALL come away with the same cosmic impression, the only difference we may have is a language barrier, that through careful dissection and translation, we will find is all saying the same thing, only with different wyrds.

The EXPERIENCE of The Truth is the same, no matter what.

You can do this through a process of externalizing the subconscious mind (Be sure to contain it, then flip it into The Container of You.) which can unlock the window to see Infinity. Please make sure as you approach your Cosmic destination(From the safety of your couch.) to exert an enormous amount of energy into a Sun Block, which is essentially a shield to keep you from melting under the emanations of Infinity; as they are known to the ancients.

I also know this because from time to time some one manages to travel with me to witness the window opening to The Other Side, some can even travel to the Other Side entirely, particularly when enhanced by DMT or Salvia Divanorum.

(You wouldn't wanna do that to your parents would you?)

"Why'd you come back then?" you may ask.

They kicked me back out telling me the work that had to be done, which after birth and the brainwashing of school became less and less clear to me, however I can now remember clearly again, and it gets crisper every day that I move forward.

But you can take a peek.

And whats the secret of Life, which I have searched for so long now?

To love the people around you, to enjoy your time here, to carry a grateful thankful song in your heart to your Creator for the chance to exist for even a fraction of a second within this beautiful reality we inhabit, to help and grow with those around you, to maintain relationships, to explore and experience the Game we've been allow access to as spiritual beings in a physical experience. To love and laugh and be free, even when imprisoned by those evil men manipulated by dark creatures which were sent to directly challenge man kinds divine free will, as a test to our kind.

Yeah it really is that simple. I also thought it was gonna be something rather complex.

And so, that is all I have to say on that for now.

Enjoy your mental process.