White People

Embodiment of an ignorant and spiteful white person.

It's truly white people and America who need to lead the way in fixing the shitstorm that's been created because, by golly, it's white people who made it and America is the only strongest nation for a unified people to come together and do it! Ya know (wait you don't), people like Henry Kissinger refer to a country like China as "The Great Experiment" but really, it's America that should truly be referred to as "The Great Experiment".

"How can we take people of different nations, ethnicity, culture, religion and throw them all together to make them forget their past, lose pride in who they were as a people, demonize their individuality and turn them into one automated machine?"

Because it's not just people of color whom The American Experiment has destroyed, whites have truly been victimized of their culture and dumbed down. Colored races actually should take pride in the fact that they still have more culture than most white communities in the U.S. though it is quickly disappearing. Anyway, just take for example the Irish...

Before they even immigrated to the U.S.A. their past history as a people was completely demonized. See, I don't see how people get sucked into a religion like Catholicism when those HORRIBLE MONSTERS leading this "religion" tortured your very ancestors and forced their ways, their view points, their SICK culture upon your people!

Anyway, Irish outside (or even inside) by and large don't know their native tongue and DON'T KNOW THEIR OWN HUMAN HISTORY! Just brainwashed to believe it was barbarianism and later simply forget all that was of their great people. Then they immigrate to the good old U.S. of A. where the brainwashed masses have been taught to ignorantly dismantle and violently assimilate any foreign culture into the Machine. So we have today large populations of ignorant rednecks (of Irish decent). Some still carrying the only piece remaining of their human pride and connection to a once vibrant past and culture long forgotten which is their family name.

 

 

Post Scriptum: My viewpoints on life have changed somewhat significantly since the publishing of this article an others. The reason why I keep articles like this is to demonstrate change, and breaking of conditioning, is possible.

The Tree that is Afraid to Bare Fruit

What is the conspiracy theorist agenda (with the exception of sensationalist Alex Jones and the like)? From my perspective and understanding it consists of mainly these things:

1. Free energy truth and for this technology to be implemented by public means.
2. Free/superabundance of food healthy for human consumption and proper diet. Superabundance brought about through use of existing public/secret technologies.
3. Free shelter for all peoples of the planet and proper facilities made possible through existing/secret technologies.
4. An economy that functions to serve the public and not the interests of those who manipulate it. An economy based off of superabundance rather than scarcity.
5. A fair government of public trustees that are entitled to nothing and interests belong strictly to the public. A government truly of the people that has not been superseded by foreign powers, families, secret organizations, corporations or banking institutions.
6. The end of all unnecessary wars and weaponry and involvement in foreign affairs which by no means serves the interest of a peaceful and intelligent people.
7. A society of common unity. A society that trust and serve each other as if each were them-self.
8. An end to materialistic demands that effect the way of a functional prosperous world. End of needless consumption and a well managed ecological society that co-exists with all life on this planet.
9. The equal pursuit of happiness without violating the lives of those to whom you share the planet with.
10. The possible preservation of a document which vaguely outlines a functional republic.
11. The end of religions. Spirituality and science come together.
12. The exposure of our true ancient past.

Now for my understanding of what the conspiracy theorist agenda is to the main stream media and those who swallow it whole:

1. Build a fallout shelter!
2. Buy lots of guns and ammunition!
3. Mock the lives of others who have suffered great loss!
4. Everything is a lie! We're paranoid and schizophrenic!
5. Plotting violent revolution to overthrow our government!

I think that about sums it up there.

There was more to add to this but I lost the inspiration...

That moment when...

What is the tipping point? In this decent... What is rock bottom? Shall we continue to watch as not so clandestine efforts are made to destroy us? The deliberate stripping of our rights. The contamination of our food. The arming, of what was once our public servants, to the point that such a force could fend off an invading ground force. Why is it our people cannot see the outrageous situation we have fallen into. More ammunition...

Innumerable coffins fit for a family. Food and resource prices climb whilist amount dwindles without wherefore. Soon our very life essence, which is the fresh water of our planet, will be decided upon. Will it be to your favor? Already discussed is who receives the best quality... This is truly my last year. I see little hope. Encroaching feelings of helplessness forever tormenting me over half a decade on such issues. Why must we continue so blind? Why must we continue so estranged like never before? How do we find our high ground? Sick. Sick of this.

I question the power of what our own consciousness truly holds. I did not look for this reality which has found me. Why did I see what I did in 2006 to lead me down this road? What of the world would be so different if I stayed in California all my life and grew up "normal"? Truly if I could forget all that I've come to know would my consciousness shift this reality into something more beautiful, like that of the Garden? Can I ignore it all and concentrate on the beauty of the world to truly change the bleakness of the planet? This I certainly wrestle with in my mind and for a second time, this year, I will make that attempt once more to see things in a brighter light as I literally experience the world this time not alone but in good company. God willing it is happiness I will find that will drive the evil from this reality which my consciousness may or may not have created.

Happy Birthday to me now let's fix the economy!

Yep it was my birthday on the 15th... I'm a little late in getting this post out.

Two revolutionary methods that can be used as two evolutionary steps in an economy to a completely free society. The first example will focus closer to the economy that exists today and is far more conservative and less radical than the latter. I've condensed it down to show just what needs to be done.

The first is less ideal than the second but again, this is a huge evolutionary step towards a more harmoniously funtional world.

If you wish to continue an economy based on scarcity there are ways about making it work to a point where a society can still function with a much lower impact to the environment and a higher standard of living for all and even bolster a more cultural society. Basically it all comes down to eliminating corporate monopolies and placing the majority of business in a region into the hands of those who live in that region.

Companies such as KFC for example would be forcibly consolidated into the confines of the state from which it has originated and so would be the same for any similar company or corporation. All would be kept within the borders of the state of its origin. This would allow a competitive edge for anyone trying to open a small business this would also allow for an abundant amount of diversity, entrepreneurship and the growth of rich communities benefiting from the lack of competition from huge corporations.

What good comes out of such a company for our society anyway?

Written into law would also be something such as the use of local business resources to further development. Only if the requirements of a developing business cannot be supported by the state can it reach beyond to acquire such resources. For example a specific fruit is needed that only grows seasonally in another part of the world (though this could be managed by high-tech greenhouses) or if the amount of steel needed to build a factory (which, such an example would be a common case) exceeds what the state can provide.

Trading of goods will be changed as companies are no longer allowed to have business firms or manufacturing outside of it's country or state of origin. For example all of Nike would be consolidated to inside it's state of origin. International trade would be maintained online and no retail shops would be allowed to be built outside it's state of origin. This does not however mean, in the case of Nike, that something like shoe sale shops would disappear. A shop could choose to exclusively carry one product or carry several as many do.

With such an economic model, the horrid nightmare of such business like Wal-Mart or McDonalds, would disappear. Possibly to be replaced by similar businesses but at least such would be limited to operating at a local level. Further regulations would have to be passed so that such distributors do not monopolize the region from which they originated.

The second economic model may be considered "radical" by some but it is truly the best model until society reaches an understanding of a truly free economy in which nothing is tagged with an expense. In this model, the economy is based off of superabundance and uses a sort of bartering system. It also includes braking up the monopolies and corporations as discussed in the previous model.

Hemp is a product known by many but as for it's uses there are few that know it's truly unbridled potential. Hemp has so many uses that one can only mention their general fields in order to avoid a list spanning thousands of entrees: medicines, food, textiles, paper products, plastics, body care products, construction materials, livestock feed, nutrition, essential oils, etc.

An economy that runs on hemp is an economy based on superabundance, because what have all economies run on in the past? Rare and precious metals or items of scarcity, truly if we can design an economic model based on something that hinders us we can surely design one that eases our way of life.

Now how does one place value in an economic model of superabundance. I'm no economist, but I believe this is where the "barter" system comes into play. I placed barter in quotations because this isn't truly a bartering system, however you are trading good for other goods. How does this work? Hemp replaces paper in the printing system. The value of the hemp dollar is printed in the dollar itself. Since this is an economy of superabundance, things become very cheap and affordable. You would not need to carry around hundreds of hemp dollars in order to afford something like say a new bicycle. Since hemp is now a hyper production resource, the cost of producing such items with hemp material is substantially lowered therefore you pay next to nothing.

Some sort of phrase would be printed onto the dollar regarding its redeem-ability for goods relating to the product. Now it's difficult for me to say how such an economy would be regulated. Anyone can grow hemp, the dollar would perhaps be easily counter-fitted. It is hard for me to work out alone, some of the areas in which this economic model would function perfectly, but I'm certain there are minds out there that can make this possible.

I assure you that both these models are entirely possible and all that is required is for people to first believe that it is and start talking about it. An economy based on superabundance. Thank you for reading.

Downloaded (You are the One)

You are the one perceiver, but you are also the all. This is how infinity is expressed. Your conscious creation and how you chose the path, for time is relevant and one sees that in "death". So there be many levels of consciousness yet, as you exist as part of one you are part of the all. You define the dream as well as the nightmare whether you choose to accept that you know this or ignore it. You are the wise man as are you the drunkard as you choose it, but there is no black and white. One can be as in between as one can literally imagine. You are the alchemist. You are the note maker of frequency vibrations. The pebble that makes the ripple, the ripple, the pond.

The language of math is the language of the universe because it can be measured as an expression that can show the fractal reality, the infinite. That is why math can be used to communicate with any intelligent life in the universe through correctly applied means. The greatest symbol of "god" is not the cross, but the loop.

The Magic Knife

This knife will be used in almost all magical preparations, more so than your wand in the practice of this sort of magic I will be introducing you to.

What sort of knife you will need:

-Preferably a brand new and unused stainless steel knife with a wooden handle. Variations can be accepted as to the type of metal chosen, silver or other precious metal types are welcomed, however the stainless steel variety is more practical and resilient.

-It is highly important that the knife be new and unused, specifically chosen for the purpose of magic. It matters not it's appearance only that it be capable of the function. Should you feel akin to special design or uniqueness, this is perfectly acceptable.

-NO ONE ELSE may handle this knife. It is YOUR knife YOUR energy. Keep it secret, keep it safe, only show to those you trust. Store as directed.

-Do not confuse this knife with athame. An athame is for directing magical energy and symbolic actions. This knife will strictly be used for cutting herbs, threads, cloth, etc. as well as banishing, exorcising, enchanting and so on.

Proper athame.

-After purchasing or bargaining for you knife (do not haggle) wrap it in a white cotton or linen cloth and place it somewhere where it may lay undisturbed until the next full moon. A book on moon signs is greatly helpful for future practice.

-Next, you will need to find a space which is far away from civilization, at least to the point where you cannot hear traffic. Preferably near a form of running water, such as a stream, a hill and complete privacy.

-Clear an area of ground and gather wood for a fire. A method of lighting the fire will be necessary (be it matches or other means). If such a similar body of water, previously mentioned, is not available, bring with you a bowl of silver or pewter to filled with spring water. The more care you place in the performance in all actions in this ceremony and future ceremonies DOES make them more powerful so carry out the means by how ever you feel will bring more energy and positive outcome.

-Find a quiet spot to bury your knife to the hilt (do not stab the Earth as you may cause damage to the knife and the act itself is foreboding and so will be the invited energy). The handle should be pointed to the sky

-Kneel before it. Place your hands upon the ground on either side of the hilt. Face North and then proceed to say these words:

I conjure thee, O Knife of Steel, by the powers of the Earth. That thou shalt be of service to me in the magical art of herbalism.

-Count to thirty and then grip the handle with your strong hand (writing hand) and pull it from the earth. Now climb, with your knife, to the highest point in your vicinity (be it a mountain or hill or what you posses the strength and determination to accomplish). Hold your knife to the sky and facing East say these words:

I conjure thee, O Knife of Steel, by the powers of the Winds, that thou shalt be of service to me in the magical art of herbalism.

-Now for the fire you have prepared. Go back and set it aflame. Thrust the knife into the open flames while facing South (this is a CONTAINED FIRE, DO NOT SET THE GROUNDS AFLAME!) and say:

I conjure thee, O Knife of Steel, by the powers of the Flames, that thou shalt be of service to me in the magical art of herbalism.

-Now go to the stream (or bowl of water) and dip the blade while facing West and say:

I conjure thee, O Knife of Steel, by the powers of the Water, that thou shalt be of service to me in the magical art of herbalism.

Then wrap the knife in a clean white cotton linen or cloth and quench the fire with the water from the stream or bowl. Return home and keep the knife safely hidden until needed.

Our next lesson will be the carving of the wand.

Source:

Magical Herbalism by Scott Cunningham

DLB 13 Inception: The Mars Journey

In this blog I am publishing a journal entry that I made some months ago on a very particularly powerful dream I had. I keep feeling compelled to try and expand and complete this dream I had previously failed to capture in detail using ink. Memory has served me well enough though to preserve so much of it and so again I will attempt to share it without looking back...

The dream took shape and I believe I was in a small town similar to Carlton, Oregon, a place I spent several years growing up during my adolescence.

I was traversing rooftops in a mischievous attempt to cause an altercation between some hoodlums that had earlier bared me ill-will. Suddenly, there was cause to leave, perhaps I was successful or perhaps they noticed me. Whatever the case I descended from the rooftop and made my way to the intersection nearby. A white pick-up truck with a man picked me up and began heading to the countryside. For what reason I got into the truck or how is lost to the ether.

The journey had just began and, much to my captivated interest, I took quick notice of a bright "shooting star" moving in the daylight sky which had I had become accustomed to from some of my prior dreams. Gazing upon this star like object placed me in, what has at this point become a usual state of mentally jarring awe. It's the only way I can describe this sensation which has occurred in dreams previous which signified a "visitor" had entered my dream to convey possibly some message with me.

Still traveling in the truck I watched with contentment as this "shooting star" proceeded forward and a large armada of seemingly military space vessels that began to materialize into existence. Simultaneously an equally intimidating and opposing armada of military space vessels of definitively different origins had all appeared within short distance from the star.

 

A Ship Similar to the Show Firefly

 

Conflict appeared inevitable and just as it appeared all hell would break loose, a small vessel broke away from one of the armadas and swooped directly next to the truck. It slowed down and kept pace with the truck. The vessel was so close to me I was able to make out who the pilot was... "It's me? My future self perhaps?" It maneuvered and I was somehow taken aboard from the truck with ease and quickly whisked into another reality.

 

The impending ominous battle of the two giant armadas was finally erupting at our back as I was being flown away into space. The journey was short as memory goes and we soon we were coursing above and through an immense city of technological superiority that appeared far superior to human capability on earth. It featured several curved and cylindrical engineering marvels of typical science fiction fashion. Tube structures for transportation connected to several structures and flying personal ships seemed to be moving all about. I was gripped with some feeling of despair however amongst all this wonder. The landscape seemed completely desolate, smog or the appearance of pollution, and the waters, not littered with garbage, but an unhealthy murkiness and brown discoloration. It was a red, dirty, dusty planet that seemed to be dying and I could feel it. I would certainly say that this landscape is exactly how many might imagine the decaying Martian landscape and civilization may have appeared before whatever great cataclysm finally brought it to an end.

Once we landed on a platform on some such building as illustrated above I had no chance to speak with my future self. Disappointing, but I expressed no concern over the matter. I was under the impression that he had left with the ship once I was escorted off. Once inside the structure, to describe it, just about everything in the interior had the color and sheen of a peach, white gold or bronze. Walking across the tiled floor felt like a material that was soft and pleasant without causing discomfort or strain, it even had some bounce to it that supported one's feet when pushing off. Oddly there was also a sort of organic feel to it. Everything appeared manufactured yet it felt as though great care was put into every little detail about the place. Even some placed plants and small flowery gardens were passed along the way as passed through some halls. There was no feeling of foreboding only warmth and a sense of welcoming.

I can't remember my company, if I was being guided or following someone or if I simply knew in my conscious where to go and what to do. Though my memory hints that there was an human female presence that preceded and guided me. I believe we must have spoken to each other at some point, but of what is completely unknown.

I had entered into a room with a large computer terminal with several projected displays. Possibly I was given some instruction on using it but for whatever reason it was not intimidating and quite easy to use.

Best representation I could find.

From what I can recall, once I accessed the terminal I was presented with information regarding what may have been everything about my life presently. I could interact with the scenes or memories of my life. There was much other information I was also presented during the session with the terminal but unfortunately, I can't recall. Not sure as to what the point or purpose was but, I do remember at times being told not to do certain things or something restricting my interaction with other computer display devices or access to other information. It seemed to also be of some sort of life analysis but, for me or my host's benefit I was not sure.

The program interaction with the terminal eventually was fulfilled and when it ended I proceeded through a doorway adjoining the room that lead me into another corridor. As before when I first arrived, for whatever reason, I experienced absolutely no bewilderment as to what I was doing in this place. I simply felt right at home, as if I belonged, with no worry or concern. If anything, I was pleased to be there.

The corridor lead me into a small but welcoming room. To my left there was an opening archway to a great audience chamber which seemed to exude a place of great importance. In front of me the room was divided in half by a small balcony on a short raise with two doorways behind it. Alongside the balcony near the entrance to the great hall was a strange terminal most difficult to describe due to memory and it's complexity.

Steampunks certainly conjure up amazing gadgetry.

The terminal was about four feet high. It was suspended by a thin rod that connected to a small oval base. Atop the rod was perhaps some sort of egg shaped case that, I later found out, opened up. Once opened one can place their face inside and rest your head against an interface, and can also place perhaps a single digit into a clasp. I'm really uncertain about the description but it does interact with and immerse all your senses. The most striking feature about this terminal was an encased and attached elongated skull.

A beautiful Aryan woman adorned with fine and ornate clothing seemingly appeared behind the balcony. She wore a dress and headdress the same color as the interior. I know that is not much to go off of but I can only describe what remains from my memory. An elegant cream colored robe adorned with fine jewels and spectacular gold solar themed headdress.

We spoke, about what I don't know however, I believe she gave me some instruction as to how to use the mystifying terminal. I followed these instructions and took to the suspended egg shaped machine. Once approached the terminal adjusted it's height accordingly and I immersed my face inside the interface.

Once I was immersed into the machine a grand free flow of information began pouring into my mind and I was swept into the memories of countless past lives, all observed in the third person. The experience was an eternity and yet each one came in a flash. Little can be remembered from each but one instance felt like something from out of Stanley Kubrick's 2001: Space Odyssey. I was back to the time and dominion of some sort of ape-like creatures. No monolith present that I can remember but, given my memory of the dream, it's entirely possible. The visions seemed to move forward or backward without destination, but finally I came to the last vision and what I remember is what interests me the most.

From what I can recall, I appeared to be some Aryan male with red facial hair, a beard and mustache perhaps. Not shocking, but what was, was that I had a very pronounced elongated head with no hair. A living example of whatever species had been found in South America.
I had apparently been through some severe physical trauma. My body appeared severely damaged and broken and I was very weak. However, I was in the arms of my savior. A beautiful blond Aryan woman must have come from a nearby village. The circumstance, cause or reason for my state of physical being and how I ended up there was unknown, but it appears that she may have dragged me from the nearby river flowing behind me.

 

Brien Foerster and a Paracas Skull

 

I can't remember if I was wearing any clothes but hers I recognized as being quite different. Organic, hand-made, folkish in some sense with simple patterns and design. This was a very long time ago, at least a few thousand years it feels. The surroundings were quite beautiful, lush and green. Even where she held me, my body laid upon fine soft grass and we were surround by mountainous terrain. I believe I saw her home not to far in the distance, perhaps a little cottage. She was most definitely my rescuer and I fell immediately in love as I gazed at her. 

From the third person observing myself, attention was immediately drawn a single gaping wound in my forehead right between my eyes and above my brow where the third eye would be. Even though I was conscious as this being... it did not appear to be good scene or that I would survive long.

Surprisingly, there was no blood. What appeared instead to be coming out of the wound, or hole when she looked, was a blackness. As she held me in her arms and gazed, there were small bits of light like stars that seemed to float out. Bringing it into focus, the organization was realized, and a universe could be seen in the very spot where the injury had occurred.

Once it was seen it was over, the vision ended and I was back in the room with the beautiful woman in the ornate robe. She said something, praise of some sort and something along the lines that told me, "It was my time to lead."

I could hear commotion the great audience chamber, it was now full of chatter. I was now dressed in a similar elaborate fashion as the woman. A garb, material perhaps similar to that of silk or satin.

Then a queer feeling came over me. A feeling of dread and that something amiss. Questions began to swell in my mind and I became suspicious as to the true intentions of my my host(s) and reasons for having me here. I thought about the pollution, the war raging in space and the devastation to the environment. Who were these people? Why were they not so wise and intelligent to have prevented the catastrophic circumstances they seemed to find themselves in.

I felt frustrated and became irate. I thought I was seeing through it all as some sort of facade. I felt I was being duped into having some sort of veil pulled over my eyes. Why would I be placed in this position of leadership and power and given exactly what I wanted in this life? Complexities of the matter grew larger and I cannot remember but I had a distinct feeling of betrayal. I became entirely certain that the whole thing was some sort of charade. Something to satisfy my questioning nature of things happening that were wrong in the world, that I was in a false reality, a dream.

Then the dream ended as I became too aware... It could have become a lucid experience but the energy provoked me to wake myself. I'm certain there was much forgotten which would have made telling this story clearer, but I'm happy I finally got this recorded. However, the question really burns and sticks with me today, what would have happened if I went along with what was presented before me? What more could I have learned? Was this contact from beyond? Was it Mars? So vivid, so profound.

Perhaps tonight I will get around to journalizing another similar story.