A man who follows the paths of sorcery is confronted with imminent annihilation every turn of the way, and unavoidably he becomes keenly aware of his death. Without the awareness of death he would be only an ordinary man involved in ordinary acts. He would lack the necessary potency, the necessary concentration that transforms one’s ordinary time on earth into magical power.
Carlos Castanaeda. A Separate Reality.
The magnetosphere of our planet is weakening, the poles are wandering, and the Schumann Cavity Resonance is increasing…something cosmic is happening in our solar system… and maybe an extinction level event is on our horizon.
Out with the old and in with the new
Before the Age of Aquarius and the new Grand Cosmic Year can get underway, the old Age of Pisces, the twelfth house of the dying GCY has to be destroyed. Our planet is due for a cleansing, whether it is a pole shift, an asteroid, a volcanic eruption, an earthquake, an ice age or a pot shot from the sun that decides the fate of Earth this time round, we can be sure that something cosmic is afoot. We are at the end of the cycle of twenty-six thousand years, and the programme is getting ready to clear the playing field and start over….some of us feel it coming…and just hope it doesn’t happen in our lifetime!
‘Their malice may be concealed by deception, but their wickedness will be exposed in the assembly’. Proverbs 26:26
As the matrix winds down for the reset, all the filth, lies and deceptions that have been buried for eons are rising to the top of the heap, and the stench is appalling. Nothing will remain hidden in the months and years ahead, dirty laundry will be aired and karma will be instant… and when the ugly truth shows itself, most of humanity will go stark, staring mad.
The majority of people in this world are living the lie of the A. I, the ego. They are totally involved with the world of sensation and have bought the programme, hook, line and bloody sinker. They don’t want to wake up…the truth is too bloody terrifying, and when we try to raise the alarm, they stick their heads up their arse holes like the oozalum bird and carry on as normal.
Their reality and perception of life is contrary to ours. So what is real?
What is Real?
Without the five filters[sensors of frequency] embedded in the biological software we inhabit, there is no reality…
No ‘real’ because this world can only exist for us while we are in the flesh, and without the software[our bodies] to interpret the five frequencies that create physicality… the third dimension ceases to be …
It is a virtual reality matrix, a biological, inter-active software programme that needs a constant supply of bodies to play the game.
The game of life only encompasses a small part of the spectrum, a smidgeon of the awesome power that lies beyond the veil, and to access the hidden realms, we have to expand our bandwidth and that requires some self examination…cleaning out the closet of the mind and dropping the rubbish in the bin ….
Be true to yourself
‘This above all; to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day. Thou canst not then be false to any man.’ Hamlet Act 1, scene 3.
Waking up is a reality bust, a shit storm, a trauma of immense proportions because it changes everything. Denial is no longer possible and it’s an ugly feeling when you start checking out your family and friends, and realise that beneath the polite, smiling, genial façade presented to outsiders…some are monsters.
We all know some…but we keep mum…hoping they’ll improve.
The realisation that we may have to leave our wife/husband, family, friends and go seeking for companions of like mind is a big feckin’ deal. This is freak out time for all of us, but we must trust that our aspiring resonation will be met, and if we are true to our hearts and don’t indulge in self destructive behaviour ….our needs will be met far and beyond our expectations.
But, and it is a big but: To throw caution to the winds and to strike out in trust is an awesome task, it is akin to stepping off the spiritual plank into the unknown and frightening sea of all possibility.
Resonating on the truth vibration
This reality is hardwired into our bodies, it’s fake and it takes a lot of lives spent in service to others to wake up to that fundamental truth. The quicker we realise that we are taking part in a bullshit story, written by an Artificial Intelligence, the easier it is to put the book down and write our own script.
Can one electro-magnetic programme override another?
This reality is electromagnetic and so are we. Is it possible that we can override the A.I and replace it with a new creation?
Psychic imprints on the Ether
A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls,
A noise of falling weights that never fell,
Weird whispers, bells that rang without a hand,
Door-handles turn’d where none was at the door,
And bolted doors that open’d of themselves.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, ‘The Ring’
Oxford University professor Henry Price had a theory which he called ‘psychic ether’. He believed that an image born of mental activity lives on in another plane or multiple planes even after its creator has died, and that the ether is ‘something intermediate between mind and matter’ that exists in a dimension or dimensions unknown to us.