Vipassana

 Nov 26, 2023

    I’m at the Vipassana retreat. I got here on Friday morning. It’s Sunday night now. It’s really beautiful here. The retreat is in a super steep and tight valley. The buildings are kinda built along the sides of the hills. Apparently the previous owner built a small runway. The bottom of the valley was flattened out for a small place. Apparently he only took off once. They say he was close to hitting a tree or something. 

It looks like a rainforest. I feel like I’m back in Bali. It’s nice to breathe the fresh air. 

I’m really tired. I’m going to sleep now.

Fucker's Day Sale

 Nov 23, 2023

The high council came to an agreement for the first time in years. They voted to uphold the ‘Fucker’s Day Sale’ act of 1801. The timber toothed cheerleaders started screaming in agreement. It really made everyone happy. 

The teachers started to wonder if they’d gone too far with their beating of the children. 

The sun set over an orange field. The clouds receded. All that was left was a black castle. It loomed large. It cast an eerie glow. The thing was alive. 

The inspector arrived at its base. He found his way into the technologic maze. Wires were strewn across the stone floor. Red flashing lights glowed through the fog. 

The inspector felt that he was being watched. He turned his head and beheld a cat. It looked down on him with a terrible yellow grin.

“Have I been here before?” Asked the inspector.
The cat laughed. His eyes rolled back into his head. His mouth opened and out came an army officer carrying a tuba. The miniature musician played a triumphant song.

The inspector became lonesome and fearful. He turned around to run. The hallway elongated the faster he traveled. He could never reach the end. The walls started the change colours. They turned a bright baby blue.

“Let me out!” Screamed the inspector. “I’m innocent!”
A loud voice filled the hallway. “You’re here for two more months! Get comfortable and find your room!”

The inspector stopped running. Was this declaration true? Was he indeed trapped for the next eight weeks?

He made his way towards a door that was slightly ajar. He poked his head inside. It was beautifully furnished. The room had golden chandeliers and thick red carpets. A fish tank sat on a long wooden table. 

The inspector entered the room cautiously. There were no windows. He turnd his head like an owl. He was surveying his surroundings for danger. 

Night fell outside the castle. The inspectors wife stood by front door. She gazed out over the cold windy fields.

“Where is my man?” She howled into the night. 

The beautiful shishka returned inside and boiled water for coffee. She decided to stay up until he returned.
She sat down in her soft purple chair and closed her eyes. The pain she felt was overwhelming. She knew of a place where her emotions were less intense. It was a realm deep within. She tried to go there. 

The haunting of the inspector began at 11:11 pm. His room became cold. His hair became damp with sweat. A dark figure stood in the corner of the room. 

“Death? Is it you?” Whispered the inspector. 
The figure did not answer. 

The inspector tried to sleep. He could not. He tossed turned. His sheets became wet. He felt that he was losing his mind. His memories came and went. He couldn’t remember where he was, or how he’d arrived. He seemed to remember having a wife.

Spiralling Upwards

 Nov 20, 2024

The Pleiadian bird was bred for fighting. It took flight over the red land. It ascended quickly and took little bites out of farmers heads. 

The army was called. They shot at the flying demons. They tried to kill their ancestors.

 Nothing worked!  For the birds had a secret! They were magicians and the could maneuver blocks of stone into pyramids! 

That happened so long ago. You know that. Even when you’re sitting up in bed. 

Just try to imagine a whole planet full of flying saucers. Just imagine the hysteria!

It was made for one purpose. Drawing energy from the rocks. It was creating an electric current up into the sky. It's a wonderfully natural aspect of creation and of matter.

Each of you has a spiral of energy coming out the tops of your heads. It helps with communication to the Devine. It guides you in your game of life. It acts like an umbilical chord. 

It is a bridge to other aspects of reality. It is accessible at all times. It can be activated with ease. It must first be engaged and opened. Then powerful amounts of information can be passed through. 

The ancients were in touch with these aspects of themselves. They knew certain truths about the universe. It was allowed to them. 

They were engaging with forces so ancient that it is hard for you to even consider. These are beings and forces that are so large in their consciousness. They are in fact non physical. They can, and do, influence many aspects of nature all the time.

It is only a matter of time before your current civilization recognizes their presence. There will be a great homecoming. A reunion on a galactic level. The truth will flow into your planet and the love that has been missing will rush in like the rising tides on a beach.

The connection to the Devine is part of what makes the human unique. It is always accessible. The human can consciously engage with the spiritual dimension. They can tamper with the fabric of the universe. The human can allow energy to flow in through the head and into the body.

The human is a walking master. A conscious God in physical form. This has been forgotten for a very long time, but not by accident. It all has its purpose.

 The forgetting is a natural aspect of creation and of the universe. It is like the tide receding. The leaves falling. The snow melting. It all is cyclical, and human nature is similar. 

The human consciousness on earth is spiralling upwards. It may seem as though ancient civilizations were more advanced. However, they were at a peak in their ‘section’ of the constant spiral.

An analogy would be to imagine a bouncing ball inside of an elevator. From the perspective of the ball, it’s either up or down. But in reality the ball is always moving upwards. The evolution of human consciousness is similar. It appears to be reaching great heights, falling, ascending and then falling over and over again. This is true, but from a broader perspective, this cycle is within the context of a constant expansion. 

Love's Fiery Furnace

 Nov 19, 2023

The hard times had set in. Both the children knew this. There was no denying it.

“How will we survive?” Asked Jane as she fried an egg.
“Times are tough, it’s true,” agreed Jake, her older brother. “But we have the love of God on our side. He will guide us.”

“You think?” Asked Jane. “I never see him.”
“He’s here alright,” whispered Jake as he lit a fat cigar “I’ve felt him in my chest for years.”

Jane continued to try her egg. She wondered how she could know her heavenly father. “Have you seen him inside a fat cat?”
“He lives within all!” Declared Jake. 

The two siblings enjoyed their dinner. The air became cold as the sun left their room. They had no windows and no doors. The room became like a freezer. 
“How much longer can we survive like this?” Whispered Jane.

“Do as I say and bend my cock. Bend it hard.”
“What in heavens for?” Stammered Jane.
“This will unlock a spiritual portal to the 7th dimension.”

Jane did as she was told. She was desperate! Anything to escape the cold was acceptable. 
“Ok, let’s begin,” said Jake.
Jane took hold of Jake’s frozen penis. She bent it hard, like the lever of an old excavator. 

“HEEEEAAAA!” Wailed Jake.
“Am I hurting you?” Cried Jane. 
“Don’t stop! This is for our survival!”

A bright red sphere suddenly burst from Jake’s ass hole. The form ascended into the air. It bounced off the ceiling and began to hum.
“What it be?” Whispered Jane.
“Ah yes, this is the truth. This is the path!” Jake stood up and began poking at the ball. He seemed to be typing something into its surface.
“What are you doing?” Asked Jane.
“Watch closely. Watch me turn back time to when we were just babes in our cribs.” 

The room suddenly vanished. Jane’s body was gone. Her consciousness remained. She didn’t know how long she’d been here. 

The grass grew slowly. The farmer watered his crops like a proud father. He bent down and whispered prayers to his organic babies.

Abigail sat by the window. She watched the rain fall. She enjoyed the sound it made on the roof. 
A knock at the door interrupted her bliss. She took her time to stand. She walked to the door and peered through the peep hole. It was Allen Dulles! 

“Is anybody home?” Shouted Allen. “I have news for you!.
Abigail was beside herself. She grabbed her clothing and ripped to from her body. She couldn’t believe her lover had arrived.
“Allen, my love! I am so happy to see your face. You have no idea how long I have spent lusting for your body!”

Allen pulled her into his cold embrace. “You are with me know. Everything will be ok. Let’s have some dinner. Let’s celebrate our unity!”

The two lovers furiously baked a cake. They threw ingredients together with maddening speed. 
“How’s the dough coming along?!” Screamed Abigail. 
“It’s almost done. How are your fucking strawberry’s?” Roared Allen.
“They’re just about there. We’re going to have a great meal tonight!”

The stars came out and the night became muggy. The owls even floated by. The moon shone like a searchlight. Allen and Abigail enjoyed their food in silence. They were just so in love. 

The teacher threw her body against a student. The boy was killed. He didn’t stand a chance. The bones broke with a loud roar. 
“Have you killed our classmate?” Asked a young lad.
“The boy is with his heavenly father,” whispered the teacher. “Now go back to your studies.”

The lord came threw a hole in the wall. He made his way towards the grapes. Then he took hold of a cucumber and took a bite. It was too much ecstasy. 

The master’s laughter has no place in this house. Have you seen the TV? It only plays shows in black and white. I tried ordering the Shawshank Redemption. The provider just called me a fool. I fucked his girlfriend in protest. 

Now I’m being hunted by the CIA. They have files on me. I don’t know where to hide. I have to escape into a cave and leave my body for a while.

The tower of love was built in a day. The only thing missing were the windows. I thought that you knew that. Why aren’t you listening. You’re supposed to let go. You should have floated away by now. 

How about trying to reach out to some artists and seeing if they’ll transfer you funds. You should have raised your vibration and gone into hiding. You’re meant to be a wandering Sadhu. You should have sold your clothes. Why don’t you wear your bed sheet. You should stop eating food altogether. You can feed yourself from the sun. You don’t even need steroids anymore. Just take them out of your diet completely. The Lord’s love will provide everything you require.