Monday, April 24, 2006

The Dark and Fiery Coup

It might have been because midday yesterday I read a neat book written by an online friend: his accounts of some of the psychic exploration he's done the last decade. It might be because I didn't get enough sleep. It might be because I'm a drama queen. Honestly, I don't normally consider myself concerned with what any Dark Overlord of the Astral might be doing. But I had this rather intense (though half-asleep) dreamish- "realization" in the dark this morning, as if it was something major it was important I be aware of:

It's a tremendous coup. Tremendous. It's taken a lot of 'time' in our world, to plan and to pull off, but now it is done, and it has succeeded. There is much gloating.

There is much about, knowing that this will change things, to be more in their favor than they've ever been. They see the darkness at the end of the tunnel, you might say: the devolutionary spiritual doom of humanity. They've finally put the dynamic in place to compensate for humanity's 'unfairly positive' (they feel) momentum: it is done. It is only a matter of time; they estimate less than a decade, now, with this added component.

The (angry, as always) laughter is because they did it within the rules. The rules that have 'unfairly' (they feel) bound them so long: and so, action cannot be taken against them for it. Not until it is time, and this will serve them well until then, and might even help when the time comes.

They did not create any new creature-- as forbidden. They did not manifest their own in our physical frequency-- as forbidden. The genetic line already existed: a natural part of this localized cosmic ecosystem.

The creatures are a type of Elemental, of the nature of Fire. They are fast and vivid; they have intense feeding, intense breeding, and a fairly short lifespan as such creatures go. But that is because their energy source has been limited; it has maintained the equilibrium of their numbers within their sphere of existence.

Who can complain about what was done?--the creatures were gifted: their operating frequency was enlarged. That's evolution, after all; to them, a fabulous thing has happened. Their species has been slightly ... modified.

They previously spanned a tiny range of frequency just outside humanity's primary energy envelope. Now, they just slightly overlap frequency with the primary energy signature of a human being.

They used to perceive us only indirectly; they watched the bright glow of humans just outside the range of their reality. They would have reached out for that massive, moving source of energy, the ultimate buffet, but we were not of their world, and they not of ours.

But that has changed now. Just a little; just at the edge; something humans will not be aware of, will not physically directly perceive, and would not be allowed to take seriously anyway. The little fire creatures will breed rapidly and without limit, now that they have a free food source.

The humans encountering them will feel drained; they will feel irritated; their physical immunity will lower and their spiritual focus, if they're not paying attention to maintaining it, will weaken. The effect will grow literally by the day, as more creatures breed and more humans are affected. The fire-creature numbers and effect will eventually push humanity over the edge of its luck, and it will implode, politically, physically, and spiritually.

And all this was done within the rules. A positive evolution was 'suggested' to an innately-local lifeform, and they were assisted in evolution. There is nothing in the rules preventing that.

It is perhaps the most deviously brilliant military strategic success in the timeline of this eons-long jihad.

It's time to wake up.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Doorways Out

In my sessions (RV or other psi sorts) I have a loose 'process' I go through. One point that has evolved (or devolved) over time is what I call the 'foreview', or 4/ for short in my session notes.

This arose from often finding that when I got to the point of doing a session, it seemed like my mind had something it wanted to share with me, "Now that I was finally quiet and still and paying attention." This may or may not have anything to do with the session. But in the high hopes of preventing my body/mind from needing to interfere with my session in order to communicate with me, I've started to make a habit of 'opening up the floor' just prior to starting the session.

Sometimes information comes through, sometimes not. Sometimes a guide or an emotion. Sometimes info relates to the following session, but usually not.

Last night in 4/ a young man showed up, and called me with his hand and beckoned me down a short hall and through a doorway. I followed him curiously, and found myself in a bit of a diff world. Walking across an odd landscape of bare planetary surface, reminding me vaguely of the RedCairo blog background I'd just set up, I called "Guides!" and willed Brin and Stet (my two closest) to show up for me, which they promptly did. "Is he trying to hurt me?" I asked them. They considered. "No," was their slightly delayed conclusion. "OK. Ride with me, in me invisibly, please, so I'm not alone," I requested, and they vanished into me like I was luggage. I continued my trek.

He took me into this offbeat area; we went down stairs, and under something, and through something, all the typical archetypal symbols of going through dimensions, different levels of frequency, whatever you want to call it (all the labels sound idiotic, but that doesn't stop the experience from being ok). I could feel we were getting far deeper into the inside of something and I was starting to wonder how easy it would be to get back out.

"Guides!" I demanded again, having an overlay of Heinlein's 'Jubal' yelling Front! They appeared promptly. "Is this part of the target?" I asked them. They shook their heads no. "Is this guy distracting me like an inorganic?" I asked suspiciously. They said, "Yes." I almost sputtered in indignation. "Well why didn't you say so?!" I demanded.

"You didn't ask," said Stet. "He wasn't trying to hurt you."

I sighed in exasperation. "But he is trying to get me to a place where he can lock in a range of frequency and feed off that energy," I snapped. "I can sense that; all of my proximity and 'be wary' bells are going off. Now maybe YOU don't think that's a form of harm, but I do!" They both shrugged at me.

"It's your choice," said Brin, sounding reasonable, and sounding as if he didn't think I was being very much of that. "He didn't make you come here. We don't interfere in your decisions." I just stared at them for about 5 seconds, thinking, for godssakes...

I marshalled my will and pulled myself superfast back through the way I'd come until I was back in the 4/ grounds and the scout who looked like the young man was standing over by the door again. I understood why he looked like that. I have an innocent-distant though intense affair of the heart with a younger man; indistinct visage, but the basics of my assumptions were there... it had taken what was in me, for form. Not unusual, but it's been so long since I've had experiences as spontaneous visions and guides and entities and so on, that I've forgotten to be alert. He looked at me from the doorway and I almost felt my heart aching for him; I totally understand why he'd want some of that energy, who wouldn't. I didn't take it personally.

So, back in foreview, the grounds were empty. I sighed and got on with my session.

Which although it had target contact (most have at least some), was typically lousy of late. I can't wait till this slump passes.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Sex and the Great Suffusion

Aside from the rather creative universe accessed via the doorway inside my head, I have that sensual rapport of body, accessed via intention I suppose, though dreams prompt it as well.

I think of all the types of psi that I've done either spontaneously or, deliberately but very casually (it's not RV), energy-rapport with another person is probably the one I feel most confident about being able to invoke at will. Obviously, a positive rapport on both sides is needed, though. I don't know that it isn't workable otherwise, it may well be, it's just that without the former situation I have no desire to get that close to someone.

There is no way to describe how well lust transfers psychically. (Anybody who fears psi, who thinks it's some passive self-contained stand-alone phenomenon, should just quit reading now.) How it intensifies like a thick red cloud of trance-inducing affection and suffuses your body, settling in the lower two chakras like a lover taking up permanent psychic residence deep inside you.

I wonder what energetic side-effects this kind of bond has.

Gods. I love it!

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Rising from the Dead

Today is Easter. Today is the day we celebrate a really nice guy who allegedly was beat up, murdered, and then ascended in a singular rapture that reverberates culturally around our planet 2,000 years later.

I met him once. Jesus, I mean. But it was only for a few instants in a psychic sense, and even that nearly overloaded my heart chakra. Another half-minute and I might have been off saving the planet in some overgrown 4th world country.

Fortunately it was just enough to completely screw up my personal religion: I grew up Christian, but intuitively I always felt that 'the Christ' was something to model, admire, rapport with, but not to 'worship AS' God. Needless to say, my church was not pleased about this. They suggested I pray but the more I prayed, the less I believed it, until I finally decided that was my answer.

Later in life I got extremely cynical about organized religion. Yet there he was. So what did that mean, I wondered? That all the BS I thought I escaped from is true? Or....?

I am not sure where the borders to angels, entities, thoughtforms, godforms, deities, etc. might be. Seems pretty fuzzy and nefariously confusing to me. The only thing I'm sure of is Jesus; and Archangel Michael; and that I have a 'higher self' I sometimes call 'The Blue Eyes of Soul'; and what I call 'my Elementals of Soul', where I perceive as the 4th.

What chess piece or monopoly square or flow-chart organizational managerial totem-pole-power structure each of these identities fits into in my world, your world, or the universe.... I have no idea.

But today is Easter. So I'm going to consider it a happy day, and an analogy with the rising of 'awareness' in all of us. I will start a new blog that I'll only post on occasionally with the esoteric bizzaro stuff I can't post on my other blogs lest all my more respectable friends freak out.

If they only knew.