Did anyone else have two weird images burning in their minds as little children.
Of a city made of shimmering glass, and spectacularly bright; a pinnacle of technology and human achievement; and then a flip side that was all night time, dark and cold with the only illumination being provided by the gun fire?
Can't help but feel like North America is slipping rapidly towards the later, rather then former.
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.
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.
Unbracketed text is the Modern Human; anything in brackets are the voices of things around him he can no longer interact with; quiet possibly because those things banned Modern Man from visiting them for a reason.
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Wake up and start my day right, drink some coffee, open the paper to the sports page; who won the game last night, did my team do alright; I'm gonna be mad if we didn't take out the opposition!
(You're a fucking idiot, you don't dream at night, keep chugging those stimulants, cause you have no idea how to use them right, it's not your team, it's just a game, it doesn't even matter in the long run of thangs. To start your day right, you forgot the light that comes with night; you know not how to boot up your brain or hop on the thought train... Speaking of which; you totally forgot the train even exists...)
Gotta go to work and get my life right; gonna go to work and earn me the right to spend some money and live a good time; gonna hire me some hookers and drink me some wine!
(Man, what's wrong with you? Slaves do this work, people you captured who are weaker, which you subjugate to these conditions... No REAL Human would volunteer to have their freedom of schedule stripped away and the right to be told what to do and when to do it enforced! You spineless cowards, why can't you earn your own? You need a rich fat cat barking down your throat to make you feel at home? Weak and pathetic is all that you are, you don't need money to have fun nor a fast car; in fact your vehicle is choking those kids, while you yell at the man smoking the cigarette. Get a clue, you're everything wrong with the world.)
Sitting down after work, wanna play video games but this stupid cat keeps crawling onto my lap and bugging me.
(You selfish little spoiled brat, what the fuck didju just say to that cat? He loves you and wants to be near, but you brush him off just to declare your love affair for the digital world you wander around in... How about you see that the CAT IS REAL, but the video games... They are not even close to being... You waste your time and waste your Life; could have been out collecting Prima Materia and REAL EXPERIENCE POINTS. The cat feels dejected now, so don't be surprised if when you arrive here, we just ignore you.)
God does nothing for little old me, no wonder I don't believe in he! Satisfy, satisfy, satisfy MEEEE ME ME ME ME ME ME MEMEMEMEMEMEMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(Dude, you're dumb, you never even looked; there are people who have fearlessly died just to glimpse the face of their creator, to be brought back into the Arena of Life to wake you shit heads up; but no no no no no, your opinion we must respect, even though it means less then shit; you gotta realize, at least shit fertilizes the soil; an opinion just poisons the Truth. You think God needs you to exist? Hahahaha, pathetic modern man; you are but a reflection of a shadow of the True Divine Plan, at the edge of a dream, not even able to see the bigger things that around you, being!)
UGH, this crazy homeless man who crosses my path, every single day, asking me for change; you stupid junkie leave me alone, stop bothering me for the scraps in my pockets and the time on my mind! I have to get to work, where a responsible person goes, we do the things there that we be told!
(That man who is spaced out and staring off like a piece of ham has left his body to interface with things outside your little mind's capacity; his cosmic family is great and strong, he lives with the Rhythm of Life and answers to NO MAN.)
I wanna be Brad Pitt....
(Fuck you're pathetic... You are you; why would you ever let someone tell you who you are or give you instructions to define what you be? Oh wait, I know the answer, Modern Man is pathetic you see... You're lost in distractions, that keep you from me; your silly little toys blind your mind so you will never see; upon your death you will cease to be.)
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.
