.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.

.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.

.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.

.When digging one finds funny treasures.

Found this in an obscure corner of my hard drive.

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Stimulation of the nation of abrogation in the imagination stations;

of our minds eye.

Maybe our quest to find the other;

is no more then to bring our two brains back together.

To walk inside that living reality,

and know our subconscious is really quiet ready;

to guide us forth, and show us things we cannot see now.

Smash 'em together, gentle is not the matter,

rough like an ocean during a storm,

will bring the ship to the shore;

and probably throw it further up to it's destination or more.

To forth, from with, the in, the out, the out, then in.

Breath.

Push harder, then slower, till one tear forms on the outer;

edge.

Of.

Your.

Eye.

Then go faster; until the plateau.

Never feel fear of what is inner, do you hear?

The trees.

They speak.

For all of us to understand this delicate thing that is reality.

The living moving reality.

It is alive; man.

Stop polluting it, seriously.

Seriously.

This isn't a poem or story any more.

You are choking reality with your normal way of living.

.Thinking Logically And Conspiracy Theory.

Okay, so everyone keeps freaking out about everything constantly and it's kinda grating on my nerves.

Lemme put things into perspective for you, and it'll be short.

Conspiracy: Gated communities in the USA are built so when the civil war starts, and poor angry people start butchering everything in sight, the walls of these communities will hold out the danger.

Nooooooooooooooow then.

I donno if you've SEEN these 'walls'; but from my experience most are in the range of 10-15 feet tall MAXIMUM, with a nice brick base, and a flat surface on the top; occasionally with some nice ceramic shingles for good looks sakes.

SHOULD the USA fall into mad civil war, how the hell do you think a 15 foot wall is going to keep the 'bad guys' out of your gated community?

Hahahahaha!

If anything that's gonna trap them rich assmotherfuckers inside a box, which will make it easier for us poor people to just sort of... Waltz in...

Anyway... That's just ONE application of logic.

No Evil Empire building gated communities cause in the case of civil war the gates can be climbed/blown to pieces rather easily. They are there to protect rich people NOW; cause no one is capable really of blowing up a gated wall or climbing one while stealing TVs.

What they ARE doing is raping the planet for profit.

That's all the Evil Empire is... A big, bad business.

Possibly run by evil alien octopus squid monsters from beyond the stars... Called a "Hive Mind"...

.Goin' With The Flow - An Essay.

"Just go with the flow."

Typically I associate these words with people trying to get you to do something you know you shouldn't.

Many people live by these words however, thinking it to be a simple way to understand the complexity of Life around them.

However, upon watching much water over the last few years I have noted one thing more then anything.

Nothing in nature ever goes with the flow; in fact, 'the flow' itself may not even be there, but an over simplification of a structure of over whelming proportions.

That said, one might note, the waves, on the surface, the only discernible'flow' to anyone looking at the water; rarely go in the same direction as objects such as leaves and sticks on the river are traveling.

Then yesterday, my dad, a former fishermen sailor type; informed me that while the waves travel one direction, the ACTUAL current, or flow can be traveling in the complete opposite direction, just under the observation point of the person watching the river.

This is not a matter of 'perception and relativity'; it's a matter of fact.

Today; as I sat on the wharf in the morning sunlight, enjoying the warmth of the gentle breeze waft over my skin and tantalize my epidermal senses, it became very clear and apparent that water is far more complex and disturbingly confusing then I have ever witness before; even after a life time of staring endlessly at the surface.

To make a long story short, I noticed not only the current heading the opposite direction of the immediately visible waves, which eventually made my head spin trying to wrap itself around how something can possibly travel in opposing directions while still remaining intact; but, strangely enough, that the waves themselves, while seemingly traveling in a souther direction had, upon much closer inspection, four different directions of travel.

All within the MAIN waves heading south, was a secondary movement of waves, heading laterally from one side of the river to the other, and at the same time, waves moving the same lateral manner, but in the opposite direction, which meant within this spectrum of sight there were at LEAST 3 different directions of the flow, discounting the current which runs deep underneath the waves.

Proceeding to spin my head some more, I continued looking intently into the water, to discover that within the Major Waves heading south and the waves traveling from shore to shore (Yet in opposite directions.) there were smaller waves going through these three varieties of waves, which were traveling north up the river, the direction of the ACTUAL flow of the current.

To compound matters more, within a radius around the wharf were waves bouncing off the concrete, adding a spider web like effect to the over all viewable surface of the water.

By all accounts at this point of understanding, the flow was traveling North, South, East and West all at the same time; not to mention the wharfs influence which added a diagonal movement of smaller ripple waves traveling against all the other forces of the flow.

So then.

Which way IS the flow going?

We shan't even get into the technicalities that nothing living in the water travels with the flow. Fish swim freely about rather rapidly going from the waves to the deep current effortlessly, eels lurk in the depths of the strongest current barely moving at all unless need be and even the inanimate dirt floating about here and there was a swirl of activity, a tumult of vivacious movements, almost hypnotic in nature flying about quiet randomly. I didn't see any salmon, but you will note they go AGAINST all the rivers they spawn from, swimming even up waterfalls to get back to their home.

Nothing in nature was going with the flow.

If anything, this gives me the impression that the immediately discernible 'flow' of things in any given situation is not as it appears to be; in fact, nothing is as it seems.

In fact, one might say the immediate flow that one perceives is an illusion, a trick, that will take you far from the True Current if one puts effort into 'going with it'.

The salmon can teach us, that if anything, what is worth living for is what you must fight for; to swim up a water fall in order to ensure the next generations success.

In conclusion, one must learn to see much deeper then the immediate perception, the reality in front of us is much like a pool of water, there is the top layer, but one can learn to swim deeper and deeper into what lays in front of us, to see things which one only has the smallest intuitive feeling of the existence of.

It is now I say to you; that the Face of Your Creator is very much alive, and very much something you can witness in this life time; just beyond the veil in front of us; do take the time to part this veil, and to open your physical eyes, and also (as the Victorian English referred to them as.) your Beautiful Eyes to see what Truly Is.

.Thoughts.

So... While zipping through my mind, and the external reality that is while high on mushrooms by myself on New Years Eve (Pre party time.) it became apparent... That THOUGHTS arn't something that you fancy and capture... But rather...

YOU are something THOUGHTS fancy, and wish to capture... The attention and power of.

The more you look into a THOUGHT, the deeper into it you go and the harder it is to find your way out.

Our world is crawling all over with THOUGHTS trying to whisper in your ear, but much like company... The Thoughts you entertain, and the thoughts that will stick around and bring over friends.

So one then has to wonder what kind of company you keep?

It's easy to tell, just go to a party, whoever magnetizes to you,these are the primary thoughts you are dragging around town with you... Should you wish to change the majority of thoughts, simply stop thinking about the annoying thoughts and start powering up better thoughts.

That's actually a lot harder then it sounds.

But that's prolly just a negative wanker thought making me think that, thus I will not allow the Thought to Think for Me, but rather establish my dominance as a Human Thinker (Potentially one day Master Thinker.) over the Thought and tell it to stuff it.

While building my never ending army of the undead....

Err wait...

That's another thing being worked on...

This all does in fact feel insanity inducing when you start seeing the things crawling all over the place, but much like swimming, one gets used to it with the proper time and effort.

...Caveman Thinking...

No matter where.

No matter what.

This was the best feeling on the planet.

Even after two some odd decades of mind numbing, sensory blowing LIFE this was the absolute favorite sensation.

Flume rides, inner visions, 200 km/h car rides, movies, books, and TV shows designed to manipulate the senses; aerosol cans exploding in ones face; and then a dozen or more experiences the imagination itself consciously could never have even started thinking about happening (Yet they had) could not compare to what this single moment was like.

He relished it every time it came around.

He relished the fact that at LEAST half the world could not experience it; in fact, it may only happen RIGHT HERE for all he knew.

Laying in that sleeping bag with body warmth circulating with the snap of Fall's coming cold air flowing in gently across the skin.

Whether he was in a house, or camping, or wherever he was; this sensation always drew his mind into a waking dream. It was always the same thing. Waking up, just this same way; breath freezing in the air, looking out over never ending grassy plains and scattered forests.

This was a stone age memory; or maybe an imagined memory; either way, it was more vivid then anything else in his mind; which had a lot of vivid to it all in general.

The freedom of the Stone Age.

Modern academia had painted a gruesome, violence laden struggle for survival; one where at any moment a wild beast could snatch one from the security of life. However these flooding memories were wildly different from those blood drenched scientific view points.

There was an understanding of life requiring death. Plain and simple.

Beyond all that; it was the simplicity of it all that he sunk into the most.

Wake up.

Smell the air; feel the breeze; know you are.

Talk to whoever might be around, people had not even merged into a tribal form in those days; it was one versus all; except of course when others were found. Then it was a joyous romp through reality; it was easier thats for sure to take down a deer with two or three then with one human.

The returns were just as good; and as the season grew colder it meant they could store the meat in a snow bank or cold stream for later consumption. They always had to keep an eye out though; for wolf packs and cougars catching wind of an easy meal of already slain Life.

Nothing could beat this; except mayhap perhaps the chance to rise out of the biological struggle. To no longer require death for Life. That was the collective dream of all the humans he had run into. They thought long and contemplated hard about HOW to rise out.

He had heard of villages and cities as they called them starting to form off to the East; had thought about seeing them before; but decided not to when some of the civilized people ran into him and tried to convince him he was 'lost'.

This 'lost' really meant nothing to him; where ever he was, he was there. He was not lost; he was in his element.

Only people who went to cities became lost from what he could tell; and that only occurred if they LEFT the city. So rather then ever risking getting lost he figured it safest to not have a place to get lost from. To remain undefined and string bare.

These were the things that flooded his mind; even in the modern age.

When driving to work; he thought about the morning hunts.

When sitting in work; he thought about the mid day rest, and equipment management. Creating arrows, finding flint, looking for pieces to what would turn out to be a little hut eventually.

All for making 'Being' more comfortable.

Now; in the modern world; they all had schedules, times to be places, JOBS to do.

All so they could 'be'.

Something was different though; they no longer were with the planet, they were with everything but the planet. In fact even having a camp fire in this strange modern age could result in the disaster of a hefty monetary fine, or a ticket, a piece of paper stating one had to pay wages to the Government because they had a fire in a defined space and time stating one could not have a fire.

Even something as simple as fire was banned.

Yet all the complexities of modern life pushed head long on top of the humans every moment of every day, unless they learned to exist without anything; in an empty room with only food and 'being' around.

This tended to leave many of them with a sense of 'missing out' on it all; what ever modern humans had made it 'all' into; besides one over defined jumbled mess.

No one even knew True Reality any more; the techniques and substances used in achieving this place and state of being were wiped from the more popular strains of understanding and knowledge.

People had been made afraid of their own shadows even.

The holy reality of Life had become messy.

That ancient dream of rising above the biological struggle was long forgotten.

Now civilizations simply wished to control land, and everything on the land; to war against the land even.

To war against each other to maintain control over undefined areas that they has set about defining with borders, and 'different ways of thinking'; which all oddly enough were the SAME ways of thinking; only with various cultural neurosis taking precedence over common sense and basic human liberty.

The planet had turned into a huge cluster fuck of colliding, conflicting information; where everyone screamed they knew what was what; but none actually took the time to find out if it was or not, they just quoted other humans who stated that THEY knew a particular thing or what have you.

It was all rather ridiculous, and he looked forward to the day when tidal waves and earth quakes would suck these trembling sheep into a void of another kind.

Or the day when that ancient dream was remembered collectively; and all the oil and money was stopped.

When the high tech nations realized their responsibility to achieve a certain level of precedence; to free humans from the struggle so that they may simple 'be' on mass.

To grow their meat with science rather then slaughtering millions and billions of animals ruthlessly, to power their cities with magnetism, so no oil was needed.

With free food and power, money and jobs would no longer be required.

Then the developed nations could start the rather simple process of quickly jacking up the undeveloped nations into this new realm of freedom.

The planet could finally breath a sigh of collective relief and everyone could stop fighting and start being.

It was one of two ways.

A long night of war, blood, and death.

Or a Crystal City of long life well spent.

Simple choice.

Stupid, over complex people.

All this; because of laying in a warm sleeping bag with some cold air flowing in.

What a wonderfully relaxing sensation.