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Thursday, 23 July 2015

.Secret Level of The Drum.




There was a time;
when the Drum rose high,
and all the people lifted their hands to the sky.

When children ran free,
and the seas were clean.

All the people just knew what to do.

Ancient in time;
long ago from this rhyme,
the songs of freedom rang true.

A dance, a song,
a mushroom and gong.

The one single beat we all move too.

Disrupted one night;
by the dark magicians of plight;
our sight was stolen from us.

Now we must rise;
rekindle and unite;
against the few that confuse us.

Reclaim reality;
ours that be,
and loose the sense of novelty!

Secret levels run deeper,
than the sane man can empower;
lose your reason and take flight this season.




.The Playerless Game.





Then one day.

No one played the game.

They all stopped; and didn't turn on their clocks.

Some went to work; but did so with a smirk; and kept the lights off; even in the park.

The cities laid dark; and silent except for the socializing of people out and about.

Cars stayed stationary; no one was going to drive them; and if they did; a mob would swarm the car and quickly disable it by any means necessary.

Everyone simply had enough.

Enough taxes.

Enough rising prices of fuel.

Which in turn; due to their social reliance on the substance of oil; caused the price of everything to sky rocket.

Soon millions were homeless.

It started as a slow slide; then a pouring of people simply unable to afford the capacity to live.

Then one day everyone simply collided and agreed that enough, was enough.

Like a game of pop 500 in the park in the olden days; before video games roped everyone into socially retarded

states hidden away on their couches.

No one turned on any lights and turned off all the appliances.

Transformers and substations across the countries started exploding from the surges of backed up electricity!!!

The people remained calm; knowing they had to in order for panic to not break loose; once panic and chaos broke

loose the Army would be unleashed; quickly ending any and all chances at freedom.

THE PEOPLE HAD TO STAY CALM.

Soon; The System opened lines of communication; stating their compliance.

Large magnetic resonators were being installed; and the oil industries assets seized for massive violations of
human rights and crimes against humanity.

Done were the days of environmental murder; and oxygen genocide; all in the name of profit.

However - the monetary hole left in the economy caused massive job lose and huge unemployment rates.

The People were desperate; it looked like everything they strove for to save the planet was costing them in the
long run the vary freedom and dignity they wanted to enjoy sans pollution.

That`s when; at North America's darkest hour - - -

JAPAAAAAAN!!!!!!! KICKED IN THE BOARDROOM DOORS!!!

That's right!

Japan.

Japan said to the now Free North America "We would also like to not use oil; as it is simply no good!"

Because Japan was smart; they had taken steps long ago by investing their research into advanced robotics; like what Tesla had around 1890 or so.

Japan offered the Free North America "Melt down your refineries and big steel cars! ALL OF THEM; for they are useless now! With the metal build: ROBOTS!!!"

So The People of Free North America melted them all down into robot parts.

The robots were put to work on EVERYTHING; except the jobs people actually enjoy.

They were all plugged into the walls by extension cords so if they ever wished to rise up like in Terminator; they could only go 20 feet or so before simply switching off.

Because no one had a job; no one had any money; and because no one had any money; it didn't exist.

So now each and every person in the now Free World Organization; which wasn't organized at all; except in the fact that no one had anything in particular to do with all the robots working and such; had the freedom of a seven day weekend.

All the time.

Many sat bored for months.

Unsure of what to do with themselves and not having a boss to tell them what to do all day.

Eventually many reached a state of enlightenment by accident with all the sitting around and thinking about thinking.

Many simply made a lot of art.

LOTS OF ART.

Entire sky scrappers were transformed into 100 story canvass.

Many others took up gardening; and soon large sphere domes were built out of the remaining scrap metals.

The sphere domes could hold an entire city in them; and withstand incredible storms of immense magnitude.
Massive lots of land lost to concrete sprawl and city decay were consumed by wilderness which grew close and dense right up to the edge of each dome. With these domes being the hubs of humanity roads were almost forgotten; as only one or two were required from each city to the next. Inside people got back and forth with ease; and could go out to the woods within minutes of anywhere in the building; so humanities connection with nature soon flourished again. Many people moved back out to the woods to live in small cabins and traditional tribal ways; eventually creating a balance within the domes for further population expansion. The crystal cities rose again using the harmonics of nature to power their society; without any poisonous chemicals or processes.

The animal kingdom grew back; and Earth finally could breath again.

It was as if a blanket of fear had finally been removed from a long smothered child.

Humanity was then free to focus on advancement once again as a whole.

My plan to free humanity.
Giant Positive Magnet - EVERYTHING requiring power armed with small negative magnetic rotor; thus everywhere the positive field is creates power where ever a negative falls within it! Everything has power everywhere! Roads between cities equipped with positive magnetic lines; allowing an unlimited vehicular range of travel. Where do you want to go today?


.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.



Wednesday, 22 July 2015

.Logic.




Didn't tell you trees can hold conversations.

But your stupid machines did.

Only took you blokes a couple thousand years to catch up.

Way to go.


.Stranger Then Fiction.




We took our time,
found the campsite just fine,
grabbed enough branches,
to last us the night.

Built a fire,
kept fanning the flames,
wet wood will burn,
if you know the way.

"Here take these."

Was all that we knew.

Watched the sun go down;
with the plants strange brew.

Blood red moon;
a sliver of dagger,
rose then fell;
with an ominous flavor.

Smoke some toke,
see what goes down,
get a little silly,
while the stars start spinnin around.

Just like that;
it all collapsed.

Sirens in the distance,
start a panic and flap,
the tree told our friend,
to give them the Salvia and DMT.

So buried in the ground it sure did seem,
the safest place, to hide these things;
from the ugly arm of civilization,
reaching out to extinguish our dream.

Then *snap*,
our brains did flip;
perception became a thing that was confizzled.

"It must be the fairies"
The only rational thought.
Camping in a circle can get pretty hot.

A dog barking far,
brought images of police,
then we realized,
it was no vicious beast.

At that moment,
in that time,
it became apparent,
we'd be just fine.

Even though the barking;
was a million miles away,
it appeared to be right in front of us that day.

One could reach out and touch,
the dogs blaring noise,
pretty soon it was evident,
space and time had no meaning.

The dog barking far away;
was right in front of us that evening.

"AAHHG The fairies, they're up to it again!"

Retreating to our tents,
we tried to be men.

The trees told me stories,
of history past;
of man kinds development,
an animals wrath.

Meaty things;
born out of plants,
to make fertilizer,
to advance their chance.

Spinning and spinning,
they sent my mind reeling,
watching the stars,
with a completed sense of being.

When faster and faster;
my thoughts did race,
until the sun poked up;
and filled us with grace.

Whoooo boy;
look at that;
the thoughts went flat.

Suddenly realizing:
simply being,
is where it's at.

Laying there being;
without a wink of sleep,
watching the sun come back up,
upside down,
near the lake.

Human kind,
had it so easy then,
just be,
and exist,
and make some new friends.

Now even the animals,
try to ignore,
the civilization,
that grunts and roars.

They all just be,
man kind moves on,
never content,
to hear the sweet birds song.

Crawling out of our tents,
we all lost our minds,
it felt really great,
to be in touch with the divine,
that hides in the wilderness,
secreted away,
engravings on a machete;
our proof of the day.

The trees played us good.

Walked out feeling Greek;
like a philosopher of old,
our logic has been set,
by the druids untold.


.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.









.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.