.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.

.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.

.Cults, Cultures, and The Dangers Of Memes.

This giant space fish is an element of my own personal cult. 

Devouring and digesting the souls of the consciously evil; for a truly unpleasant experience.

Soooo....

Cult is obviously a short hand of Culture.

So which Cult do you belong to?

A most dangerous time we live in; one where the Cults out number The Free, and to think outside a governing body of Culture is to literally risk imprisonment and physical annihilation at the hands of the many Cult members that flourish around.

There was once a time when self initiation consciousness expansion was a normal part of every day life; now however acquisition of material possession to identify your cult leanings is key to survival.

If your thought pattern is 'irregular' or fails to incorporate 'rational thinking' then you are not part of the Cultures, and so are expunged from the Group Thinkers quickly, for fear of damaging their Cultures Model with Reflections of Truth.

Yet all are still doing as they ought in a way, just totally unconscious of it now; an entire planet sleeping while working themselves to death just to pay rent one more month.

Good thing there is a punch line at the end.

...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.