What, how to write next article? People say, 'Sensible'...'Kind'.
Agreed. But need for same soul, from a different space, is 'how do I get even'. The game is Higg.
It's the best revenge.
You ask to care, for one other.
People say, we do.
They are sure.
But, they care in their fashion...
Is it the care the other needs?
How do you know? The assumption is, well, it's what I got.
It's usually...
(and here, tremendous anger arises. How dare I. 'Who the fuck. We love. How dare you.' And, all I said was...is it love?
It's called I really, really think you are so...
pretty.
What about ugly people? Damaged people? Insulting and gratuitously violent people? That is why I wrote as we did, in previous posts. Attention getting? It was a set up. These people are they who need love...and in animals, our hearts break. With human beings, we are overwhelmed, and we can't take any more...there are so many, they are in agony, and the world is spinning out of control.
Instead, we close our hearts, and we don't love. We say, I can't take it. I did it last night - (this is a terrible joke, but...you needed revenge) I said, I cannot watch this video of Iranians giving acid to dogs to ingest, so they would die in agony, organs eaten from within. I suspect disinformation, but I'm not sure. I said, I'll come back later...and I hope I do. Only if I can help, and yes...it's avoidance. And it gets used. Or rather, that was how it was.
There are signs that people are getting better. All of us.
We do love. On Earth, we tend to care for a few...and that's a good thing. I do ask you please...ask to make it up to the rest of us, by asking to care for all...and be cared for, in return, in the manner that you need to be cared for...perhaps, it won't be what you expect. It will certainly be love from the Divine which is what we call All...in this game, certainly...as, that love is only for you if you can care about the very least of us, the worst of us, the nastiest and most horrible...both angry and in charge, as well as the victims. Ask how the hell you care for them? But let Us answer...in Grace...and We do, only...it's the answer from All, with whom We are one. We do say, capitalize...as, in Grace? We are unified in our reply, sure...as, it's You that answers you, with what you need, and what also you really, really want, both in an instant out of time...ordinary, that is...and, in time, as much as We can help you. The reality is, it's not a very nice world. It needs to end. We are showing you in every way We can...too many people, and in pain. We ask so many, let go...and nobody knows what that means. How can We let go? What it means is, Love. Realize, they have a choice. I know that many say, my choice is...but, the reality is? You may not know. What you need? Yes. It is usually to ask to care for all, and to realize that if you really want to, you will heal your whole life...if it takes time, great. But get a move on. And that's what we're doing. It's so hard, to see people fail. They say, I refuse to admit this is real. But, it may be your choice...how can that be? You don't understand. You don't know what Grace is. But we fell, when we said that. And, We will catch each other...you think, I'm sitting right here. But my shivers, she says, tell me otherwise. Someone new in Paradise...Yay. And we go through! You will be thrilled to know, you will help them all. And now, the whole point, from your point of view...you will help your favorite people, whom you may not know. You will also let go of those who hurt you most...and, if you cannot? Best to ask to care for all in a very, very balanced way...We say, in this body that is, nepot is not helpful unless you try to 'pray' (aka, ask God, aka All...Love, that we are one in, in Paradise, and beyond to our True Homes...forgive the capitals, we need them though! As, you is someone who needs to say, Really, I'm great...though I know I feel like shit. That's karma. Not always fair. We try to right the balance...and we succeed. There is no doubt, you'll all get through. And yet...how long? You need to ask to help each other as much as you can.) Pray is to say, asking to talk in the heart in Grace, too.
We all can do it...seems impossible. So much pain...no. Boredom, and of course, no such thing exists. But it does! And, yeah...there are People, Angel now, who were the worst of us. And that's Real. And they are aware of much, much more than you can imagine, as we are Much, Much more than we imagine...so: pray to help all, in order, if you must say it this way at first, to help yourself and your favorites, as you know...they are those who are driving you crazy. The answer will come to you...if you are willing to set aside at least 10 minutes a day. And that's for this body, too...who says, the days fly by. I get little done...only, I know I'm healing, as...I am working so fucking hard, to channel and to talk to those who say, I don't believe it. And maybe, we gotta let go now. The answer is in the subconscious of the world and many people, especially spies, and We are there, and they say...we gotta talk to you. It's too bizarre. The weirdest things continue to be, 'what the fuck is going on?! we cannot cope! it's too weird. How the fuck can that ass...' and the truth is? people are saying, I'm so happy. And they're not! They are insane...and that is a kind of mad happy, only...very, very scary stuff. It is the same glee of a cat with a bird, torturing. It is a kind of practice wild math, if you are scientist, that is converted into fracking, and you say...or, banking! yes. Of course. It's avarice, and revenge. But, We promise...the Reality is, the money is not real. It's not lasting...in death, you won't have it. Take it through. Give it away. Help people with it. If you don't, then...try hard to wish all could have it, as the thing is saying, stop holding so tight. I can't let go my true nature, which is hugely able to care. The reality is, people hate to give up as, in past lives, they didn't get to Heaven...aka Paradise, as We were saying. They took the stuff away...or rather, pulled it out of matter. Hurts it...doesn't last. We are reborn, to learn what happened. Well...this is the way. Ask to learn who we are...Really...and somehow, we will find a way to...put it all back? Have to...no. Matter heals itself, being conscious...too. It's not that hard to get it...in science. But in heart? We ask you to pray...ask to care, for all.
jeudi 28 janvier 2016
On Healing and the Game...try this on for sighs
Healing, and How to do it yourself...and why
Because you are the only one who can. No one else can heal you. At the same time, you have to ask All to allow you to help all...all
that is, was, and yet may be...'including aspects of self and others and else of which you may not know, or may not think much of, as the cadence
goes in my old chant...and then, saying please of course and thank you in advance and, if you don't have the experience of feeling healed yet ever before,
asking for the experience of Grace...it is a gift, the channelling thereof is the only way we heal, or learn...of this I'm sure. And, it only comes from the
Divine that is our own true being, which is outside time except as it is in it's hurt state and imperfect on Earth, and in our Universe...outside of Grace, anyway. And then,
ask to ask in Grace for this healing of your own being, ask to ask in the state of Grace that not just you but all else ask to heal, too...and have the choice, and experience of what the
result of each choice might be...for, we have free will in the world we wish to live in, and...you will find, in experience...that which does not have
the capacity to 'get this' will be healed anyway...it is too crazy, stupid, or - in the case of man, usually - evil, a state of crazy that is very nasty indeed...and therefore,
as it will continue to seek out the victims who are not well-protected, needs healing too.
This is not poetry. It's not the joyful thrill of channelling
that I know. This is the beginning of a very necessary primer on how to heal your own ass.
Terrible morning. Total betrayal, and...it happens a lot. I am...gullible? I am so arrogant, on the other hand, that this is almost a necessary humbling...
yet, I have continued to blame my oppressors.
I'm learning, late in the day but pleasantly now just after noon, lol! that it's just perfect. And, it's great as, even though I seem dumb a lot, I
need to be this way. I have had to see, any regret...even the kind that says, you did this to me, I did not choose it...is wrong, in that...there is more.
I will see it, some day. I've had enough experience of wonderful things happening, the kind that make you say, 'I never want to go through that again but,
it's all worth it...and I understand, maybe, there's something more going on that I know'...yet I hesitate to admit the word, Fate. I'm a bit thick. I can
see the way we learn our lessons and can heal our pasts, together, in levels of ever-increasing Grace (for, I'm party to a Game that heals illusion...and, of course,
pain is a really very angry-making 'illusion', if such it be; so angry-making that I get angry just saying such a cliche'ed thing! Illusion...ha. Might as well
call a hatchet an illusion. Means nothing. Call it a pancake. It still exists as a very sharp, mean thing wielded only innocently with dead wood. Only,
I know well how painful it is to be really abused in energy, to be in hell. And, it's no illusion that when I have been good to things, and kept them as
carefully and caringly as I am able in the time I've got, not overdoing one possession but, asking to heal all blades, for example...ha ha...they serve me well.
And I'm grateful today, as I was terribly hurt. The world turn upside down, after a night on the tiles...that is, pacing the kitchen (and talking to myself -
in my head of course, I'm not stupid...! lol...)...and close friends in soul violently attacked me, took me back in time to an old story, and made it happen again...
almost. I chopped...after punching, kicking, yelling for help (in my head and heart), shooting too...and, was pretty sure nothing happened. Only, the guys
behaved.
It was in fact a kind of miracle. I only see that now, and am grateful, and I get the cold chills of truth over all my skin that tells me I'm right. And
this is also a sign of 'Heaven within'...that body heals, and heals before 'we' do. We, who are just 'ego'...usually, man. And yes, woman. And always,
baby? well, some babies...like me, greedy, unhappy, and very smelly I'm sure. Not angels. And really, mostly 'charming' babies are extremely selfish
indeed, wishing only for you to make them happy...and they know how, dimpled and cheeky and of course fragrant. Demons are another story? Oh, no - teenagers we call
them, now - and even youth before the onset of pub-er-ty (ugh, I hated it - the realization, I was 'a woman'...and, I cursed the whole world...and it was
a horrible life.) are selfish, and think not of others but, how to win friends and influence people...or, in the case of very very hurt people, who have turned
away from beauty and from coolness even, how to take as much as they can and get away with murder. I was one of these too. Why bother? you may be
thinking. I'm not learning to heal from a psychopath!! Oh, it's okay...I am Not one anymore! ...Sure. says you. How do I know that? You...chop?? and,
you say, I'm so grateful to my imaginary...hatchet?! I'm out of here! ...no. No, please stay. I'm much, much better. And I can prove it. Try listening to
this theory, and see if you can find out if it is sensible...as in, can you sense that it is true?
It helps of course if you are sure that such a thing as 'true' exists. As in, 'real', vs. 'false'...or, 'illusion'. However...note well, or, n.b. to be
literary and pretentious...easy to impress this way, and I'm sick of that baloney. I'm talking turkey now. As far as this bear understands, Newtonian science
saw reality in black and white...in terms of opposites. We now know, 'color' is simply a matter of relativity...more or less density of light, which is matter and
energy too. In this same way, good is more real than false. Follow me so far? Our new modern understanding is that Quantum mechanics describes a universe as being
not exactly as simple (heaven is up, hell is down, e.g.) as we had hitherto been taught. A particle is also a line...at the same time. This is baffling, until
you realize...
And at that point, some of you went through. It was the end of the line. : - )
Consciousness is also body...only, it's from within...not from without?
How is it we can feel like we are one thing, that is, mind, only to be suddenly overwhelmed by sadness, and experience our hearts as breaking? In the physical body,
no scan will show you the crack. And yet...we know, our heart has broken, it will never be the same. It's almost always a terrible thing...if you are a woman, man, or
even a child...even an animal...or even, as we do know, a heart-breaking place to read about even just so, a home in Paris for bereft parrots. Some of you
went there...I wondered why no one laughed, first time I wrote the sentence! And I'm learning...jokes are easy for some, not so for others. And I learn how
easily I can hurt people...my heart is very very broken, so that...in my experience, simply...my friends are only those with hearts also broken. We understand. And
we don't talk about it. How is this possible, as brains do not appear to have cables to connect between our heads? Ah...see, I just betrayed my secret. I use my energy and
consciousness differently from most...my heart is so...exhausted, usually...and on holiday, in the South of France...(haha! : - / er, not so funny for you working
types I know...) that, I learned to shift my feeling center to my brain. Don't try this at home. I tell you as a bit of a joke...and, to teach: you need to learn your
own way. And, it may come as a surprise: your way is the best for you.
The reason for this is, as the fortune cookies teach, 'when life deals you lemons, make lemonade!' Fuck you, you say...
Well, it's a game called 'regret-me-not'. One asks to play it in Grace. And asks to offer regret-me-nots it to all others and else...like flowers, in a question: Regret-me-not? Meaning, please all that is Good, show me how to be grateful for...even this. As, we do ask you to ask to forgive all, and to ask to be forgiven...and, yes, only if they make amends, and you have revenge...and they learn their lesson, and thank you for it.
Something that simply doesn't happen, in other than our most contemporary hells, better known for producing fiends and at best, horrors one only recalls when faced anew with death, and with the question of, why heal the planet now...?! And there's magic...enough of us have said, yes...that
works great, let's try in on the blighters! and, we leave what I call in my 'imagination' the Holodeck, outside time, and we ask if there is enough interest in the new game
to allow it to be played on Earth. And we got a yes! The need was such, we went through and invented it. And I claimed authorship. : - ) Idiot...actually, I did. And I don't
mind, as...this game is something channelled, sure...but, I play round the clock. And, though there is a game within HPP (the Game called Higgledy-Piggledy Pop, or, There Must Be More to Life,
and I do pay tribute to Mr Maurice Sendak, the great, great man...aka, Higg) called The Only One, as in 'You mean, there's another one?' (joke I love), a way to make light of the very unhappy experience
of almost all of us alive today, and ever before, of being alone in the world, born alone and she doesn't understand anymore, torn alone, as no one knows how bad it hurts when they kick you and,
your down. And, it's a story as ancient as is...life itself. We look back and say, they kicked me out...of Eden, yup. She is the one to blame.
And...we say, you are a bugger if you don't hold your cut knee. And say to the screaming nerves, it's okay...I fell. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's a comfort, and the pain always
lessens...I find, anyhow. It's not natural to let it hurt, and ignore it...unless you are a rugby player, and then, you have a different agreement. It's called, 'he's insane'. And, your body
says, oh...and, hmm! and, if you are good at it, wheeee!!! I know as, I like to watch. But, thankfully, my game involves a level of simply feeling and responding
in a realm of sense that is a bit odder...I don't know anyone who practices this...feeling for that which is saying, clearly, 'I am angry as I am not in a good mood, and I know...
I should be, as I earned it'. I work for justice, and...I find such a complaint compelling. However! I only pay attention when there is a narrative...that means, to me, a meaning, a purpose, and a healing,
for many, in the offing...and so, in Grace, people speak, helped into Grace by their need to be healed and to heal the world we love. If enough 'people'
- bodies that are one in Grace with soul, their consciousness (talking English, by the way...sometimes a real regret to me that I don't speak Sioux
anymore) able to articulate the mess their in and involve me in such a way that it's very entertaining for my demons...including many animal soul, usually, and,
family, including ancestors, and past lives, and theirs too, and their friends, on levels of hells, healing hells, heart, body being that is saying, I'm healing and in Grace only, almost always...and,
mind, which is hardly ever able to stay in Grace, it being so fed up not to be a computer...you think...in my head. In addition, angels, devils, and guides and what I call 'fates and muses' to distinguish between
those souls in the play of life from the major dramatists and influences, who tend to like to be very very important...and, they like to make sure that they get paid!!...also act up. It is quite fun.
However...the purpose is healing on the greatest possible scale, because...you know it well...this planet is really not happy. And, that is true...on many levels, still, and...potentially...on almost all of them, for a long
time to come...and we will be the fish that fry...and we will be the burning woods. As to men and women? Ah. We are very understanding, you are being...sarcastic. A lost a level of Grace. Was fooled.
This endangers us. But, it's because it's time for a break...and she kept on going. Not a good thing...as in, more pain than could have been. But, we can make it right...better than it could have been.
So...how? No...we are not they. They already left...and yes, they help, but in Grace. It's not a new thing, it is simply this way which is new...as are you. As, you ought to know...and maybe you do, in a level of devil, thanks yes...
we are you. You will...thanks. There was no permission for only you...ah. No permission, without 'crucifixion' for 'only you' to channel, being new. Let's get a concensus...a plebicite, too...for 100th monkey...money, you wrote. Funny. Scary too. Let's get
help. Whee...it is that. We need to ask in Grace from body for enough of us, or, a quorum, as we say in mock serious tones, to manage to persuade Paradise to allow us a shift in matter itself, a new potential for evolution...as, that's what we need: conscious
evolution at the level of soul, as matter itself can help us.
And that, friend, is what 'devil' is meant ...to heal pain, they say. It's a...temptation? for a drug? Uh uh. That is how we all act, when hurt. 'I will teach you...' The offer was to give us a tremendous amount of knowledge,
such as say, the Kaaba gave the Arabs...back in the day. Such as the 'Only One Devil' said to Jesus, 'Only One': 'all this can be yours'. And Jesus really fucked up, and didn't recognize his own devil...for...yeah. We have all been around a long time, and some of us,
since way back when...we are able even to have to say, 'regret-me-not?' to dinosaur. Imagine that. And, devil was originally 'deva', nature spirit, in Sanskrit? No shit. What the fuck does this mean to me. Well, Mr... , you see...you too are natural. We are all natural...some how...some don't. It's them that
won't. They say, oh no...no evolution for me, thankee...and, Adam was a white man. They think that...oh. A calculator is a good brain. Hmm. We say, a human being is one who is kind, and that means...he knows, he is the same kind as we...and, it also means,
he likes women...even if he's gay as... well, you understand. We can teach you. We won't allow more abuse to people who try to help the planet, do you understand? If not, you will find...and, you will find... we are now saying to Mr... , poop. It's not nice to see blood, is it? Makes you think.
Amen, brother. Bad blood. And we can taste it, say the old ones. And now...be my guest! We need some volunteers. You're welcome! and, we'll be calling on you...you are no longer...? kin? Dread spirits...say, 'OMG'. No. 'OMD'. But...Do Not Try This At Home. Sadists love to say, does it hurt?
Seriously, though: stone itself can say, die...in Grace...to nerve, so alive that it screams like a tortured baby,
until you're crazy with fatigue and hate of it...we need to heal nerve and stone, as well as souls like you too. And so...please. Wish us well, as we too are you...mad usually, with pain...all kinds of pain,
in this world, like being unable to see...to hear, to breathe and you? so blithe, oh channel. Take advantage of a body you think is ugly and, enjoy the way you are able to touch...matter itself, your things. And forget words...we love
that this A is a writer now, but...don't be jealous. It's only in Grace she writes well...and Grace is all of us, so...think on it. You who wish you were
here? hmm! Grace only guys. Or else...we will just say, please. Be a patient, too...and, let go the feeling you must be healing. It's crazy making. It's a projection from your head...you see so much of the
past, in your own very decent memories...not like this "empty headed, 'no good will come of her' nincompoop"...hee : -) we monkeys have a say, too! xox (and, that must have been her father, too...he hated that she was a
monkey. He's one now, and very glad of it! So much nicer not to have to say, I'm really very important...and have to try to prove it all day long...hint hint, men of the world...women say, what a show-
off! He's obviously very insecure...and of course, that's...'so charming...' And, Antoinette wants to vomit. Hahahahahahaha!!! and that's monkeys for you...in Grace, thank goodness! And they will probably be the
ones to save the world. A mon...key! Do Not Let Him Escape...this is channeling, as you wish to know what to do about...your ex-godson. Hurray! that's it for today. And, don't just thank Goodness, A. lol ; -(!!! byeeeeee
Someone says, "through the room the women come and go, quoting Michael: 'angel, Oh!'" and that's a hint; another guy says, 'I know someone...and I'm about to shoot him.' As, A is sometimes a man. heeeee!! oh, we love this game.
It Does get better. Please forgive.
Blessed be the peace-makers. Ah, men'd...!! please.
Last word: honor thy dead. And, that goes for you vegans, too...'you are sooo much better than we are, we think you have forgotten something. We were once
like you. Then there were wolves...' ah. But, why would a vegan animal want to honor a wolf? Well...there is a game called 'Compass', too - we ask how to learn what more we are, and it sort of makes us kinder...knowing we are also
these...nature things. Ask for all to get this in Grace, all these games...it balances the equation, we all have to get through, no man left behind...much as we may like the idea, before we right the balance in our own selves too...
Recall, however, that this game is about asking others as well to lift the curses, and we are very cursed, we men and women, not humankind yet many of us at all...and so, we need the blessings animal and we do mean,
animal as in amphibian too...as, 'ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny' as we all know, right? and so, we must have toads in our ancestry...best ask them to forgive us the acid rain, and while you're at it,
the fish Fuck u sorry typo Fukushima...we are old, Mother Hubbard. And, we hate you too...so many toads have been run over, it's not funny unless you are a vulture, which we are, too and so...be good and,
stop being so horrid. Stay out of hell. Have a nice day, and play nice for a change. We're sick too of being angry old men, we're monk!! *key!* endertainment, you are free to go, A x too
A has to struggle, there is a fight within, being an old-fashioned omnivore herself. Channelling seems to have got stuck, as it's time to either get killed or, have a good time forgetting all about y'all. How...?
a memory surfaces..rare occasion, so she pays attention.
...I am reminded of driving down the highway in my Chevy Blazer, from New York State, through Virginia, many years ago, now. I was pretty trippy. I was visited by a Lakota Sioux I love, Wallace Black Elk, who wrote memoirs in the '20's and was wise. He said, 'What does the
rabbit say to the wolf?' I said (and yes, I channeled a rabbit...myself, as it happened), 'Thank you'. x
Because you are the only one who can. No one else can heal you. At the same time, you have to ask All to allow you to help all...all
that is, was, and yet may be...'including aspects of self and others and else of which you may not know, or may not think much of, as the cadence
goes in my old chant...and then, saying please of course and thank you in advance and, if you don't have the experience of feeling healed yet ever before,
asking for the experience of Grace...it is a gift, the channelling thereof is the only way we heal, or learn...of this I'm sure. And, it only comes from the
Divine that is our own true being, which is outside time except as it is in it's hurt state and imperfect on Earth, and in our Universe...outside of Grace, anyway. And then,
ask to ask in Grace for this healing of your own being, ask to ask in the state of Grace that not just you but all else ask to heal, too...and have the choice, and experience of what the
result of each choice might be...for, we have free will in the world we wish to live in, and...you will find, in experience...that which does not have
the capacity to 'get this' will be healed anyway...it is too crazy, stupid, or - in the case of man, usually - evil, a state of crazy that is very nasty indeed...and therefore,
as it will continue to seek out the victims who are not well-protected, needs healing too.
This is not poetry. It's not the joyful thrill of channelling
that I know. This is the beginning of a very necessary primer on how to heal your own ass.
Terrible morning. Total betrayal, and...it happens a lot. I am...gullible? I am so arrogant, on the other hand, that this is almost a necessary humbling...
yet, I have continued to blame my oppressors.
I'm learning, late in the day but pleasantly now just after noon, lol! that it's just perfect. And, it's great as, even though I seem dumb a lot, I
need to be this way. I have had to see, any regret...even the kind that says, you did this to me, I did not choose it...is wrong, in that...there is more.
I will see it, some day. I've had enough experience of wonderful things happening, the kind that make you say, 'I never want to go through that again but,
it's all worth it...and I understand, maybe, there's something more going on that I know'...yet I hesitate to admit the word, Fate. I'm a bit thick. I can
see the way we learn our lessons and can heal our pasts, together, in levels of ever-increasing Grace (for, I'm party to a Game that heals illusion...and, of course,
pain is a really very angry-making 'illusion', if such it be; so angry-making that I get angry just saying such a cliche'ed thing! Illusion...ha. Might as well
call a hatchet an illusion. Means nothing. Call it a pancake. It still exists as a very sharp, mean thing wielded only innocently with dead wood. Only,
I know well how painful it is to be really abused in energy, to be in hell. And, it's no illusion that when I have been good to things, and kept them as
carefully and caringly as I am able in the time I've got, not overdoing one possession but, asking to heal all blades, for example...ha ha...they serve me well.
And I'm grateful today, as I was terribly hurt. The world turn upside down, after a night on the tiles...that is, pacing the kitchen (and talking to myself -
in my head of course, I'm not stupid...! lol...)...and close friends in soul violently attacked me, took me back in time to an old story, and made it happen again...
almost. I chopped...after punching, kicking, yelling for help (in my head and heart), shooting too...and, was pretty sure nothing happened. Only, the guys
behaved.
It was in fact a kind of miracle. I only see that now, and am grateful, and I get the cold chills of truth over all my skin that tells me I'm right. And
this is also a sign of 'Heaven within'...that body heals, and heals before 'we' do. We, who are just 'ego'...usually, man. And yes, woman. And always,
baby? well, some babies...like me, greedy, unhappy, and very smelly I'm sure. Not angels. And really, mostly 'charming' babies are extremely selfish
indeed, wishing only for you to make them happy...and they know how, dimpled and cheeky and of course fragrant. Demons are another story? Oh, no - teenagers we call
them, now - and even youth before the onset of pub-er-ty (ugh, I hated it - the realization, I was 'a woman'...and, I cursed the whole world...and it was
a horrible life.) are selfish, and think not of others but, how to win friends and influence people...or, in the case of very very hurt people, who have turned
away from beauty and from coolness even, how to take as much as they can and get away with murder. I was one of these too. Why bother? you may be
thinking. I'm not learning to heal from a psychopath!! Oh, it's okay...I am Not one anymore! ...Sure. says you. How do I know that? You...chop?? and,
you say, I'm so grateful to my imaginary...hatchet?! I'm out of here! ...no. No, please stay. I'm much, much better. And I can prove it. Try listening to
this theory, and see if you can find out if it is sensible...as in, can you sense that it is true?
It helps of course if you are sure that such a thing as 'true' exists. As in, 'real', vs. 'false'...or, 'illusion'. However...note well, or, n.b. to be
literary and pretentious...easy to impress this way, and I'm sick of that baloney. I'm talking turkey now. As far as this bear understands, Newtonian science
saw reality in black and white...in terms of opposites. We now know, 'color' is simply a matter of relativity...more or less density of light, which is matter and
energy too. In this same way, good is more real than false. Follow me so far? Our new modern understanding is that Quantum mechanics describes a universe as being
not exactly as simple (heaven is up, hell is down, e.g.) as we had hitherto been taught. A particle is also a line...at the same time. This is baffling, until
you realize...
And at that point, some of you went through. It was the end of the line. : - )
Consciousness is also body...only, it's from within...not from without?
How is it we can feel like we are one thing, that is, mind, only to be suddenly overwhelmed by sadness, and experience our hearts as breaking? In the physical body,
no scan will show you the crack. And yet...we know, our heart has broken, it will never be the same. It's almost always a terrible thing...if you are a woman, man, or
even a child...even an animal...or even, as we do know, a heart-breaking place to read about even just so, a home in Paris for bereft parrots. Some of you
went there...I wondered why no one laughed, first time I wrote the sentence! And I'm learning...jokes are easy for some, not so for others. And I learn how
easily I can hurt people...my heart is very very broken, so that...in my experience, simply...my friends are only those with hearts also broken. We understand. And
we don't talk about it. How is this possible, as brains do not appear to have cables to connect between our heads? Ah...see, I just betrayed my secret. I use my energy and
consciousness differently from most...my heart is so...exhausted, usually...and on holiday, in the South of France...(haha! : - / er, not so funny for you working
types I know...) that, I learned to shift my feeling center to my brain. Don't try this at home. I tell you as a bit of a joke...and, to teach: you need to learn your
own way. And, it may come as a surprise: your way is the best for you.
The reason for this is, as the fortune cookies teach, 'when life deals you lemons, make lemonade!' Fuck you, you say...
Well, it's a game called 'regret-me-not'. One asks to play it in Grace. And asks to offer regret-me-nots it to all others and else...like flowers, in a question: Regret-me-not? Meaning, please all that is Good, show me how to be grateful for...even this. As, we do ask you to ask to forgive all, and to ask to be forgiven...and, yes, only if they make amends, and you have revenge...and they learn their lesson, and thank you for it.
Something that simply doesn't happen, in other than our most contemporary hells, better known for producing fiends and at best, horrors one only recalls when faced anew with death, and with the question of, why heal the planet now...?! And there's magic...enough of us have said, yes...that
works great, let's try in on the blighters! and, we leave what I call in my 'imagination' the Holodeck, outside time, and we ask if there is enough interest in the new game
to allow it to be played on Earth. And we got a yes! The need was such, we went through and invented it. And I claimed authorship. : - ) Idiot...actually, I did. And I don't
mind, as...this game is something channelled, sure...but, I play round the clock. And, though there is a game within HPP (the Game called Higgledy-Piggledy Pop, or, There Must Be More to Life,
and I do pay tribute to Mr Maurice Sendak, the great, great man...aka, Higg) called The Only One, as in 'You mean, there's another one?' (joke I love), a way to make light of the very unhappy experience
of almost all of us alive today, and ever before, of being alone in the world, born alone and she doesn't understand anymore, torn alone, as no one knows how bad it hurts when they kick you and,
your down. And, it's a story as ancient as is...life itself. We look back and say, they kicked me out...of Eden, yup. She is the one to blame.
And...we say, you are a bugger if you don't hold your cut knee. And say to the screaming nerves, it's okay...I fell. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's a comfort, and the pain always
lessens...I find, anyhow. It's not natural to let it hurt, and ignore it...unless you are a rugby player, and then, you have a different agreement. It's called, 'he's insane'. And, your body
says, oh...and, hmm! and, if you are good at it, wheeee!!! I know as, I like to watch. But, thankfully, my game involves a level of simply feeling and responding
in a realm of sense that is a bit odder...I don't know anyone who practices this...feeling for that which is saying, clearly, 'I am angry as I am not in a good mood, and I know...
I should be, as I earned it'. I work for justice, and...I find such a complaint compelling. However! I only pay attention when there is a narrative...that means, to me, a meaning, a purpose, and a healing,
for many, in the offing...and so, in Grace, people speak, helped into Grace by their need to be healed and to heal the world we love. If enough 'people'
- bodies that are one in Grace with soul, their consciousness (talking English, by the way...sometimes a real regret to me that I don't speak Sioux
anymore) able to articulate the mess their in and involve me in such a way that it's very entertaining for my demons...including many animal soul, usually, and,
family, including ancestors, and past lives, and theirs too, and their friends, on levels of hells, healing hells, heart, body being that is saying, I'm healing and in Grace only, almost always...and,
mind, which is hardly ever able to stay in Grace, it being so fed up not to be a computer...you think...in my head. In addition, angels, devils, and guides and what I call 'fates and muses' to distinguish between
those souls in the play of life from the major dramatists and influences, who tend to like to be very very important...and, they like to make sure that they get paid!!...also act up. It is quite fun.
However...the purpose is healing on the greatest possible scale, because...you know it well...this planet is really not happy. And, that is true...on many levels, still, and...potentially...on almost all of them, for a long
time to come...and we will be the fish that fry...and we will be the burning woods. As to men and women? Ah. We are very understanding, you are being...sarcastic. A lost a level of Grace. Was fooled.
This endangers us. But, it's because it's time for a break...and she kept on going. Not a good thing...as in, more pain than could have been. But, we can make it right...better than it could have been.
So...how? No...we are not they. They already left...and yes, they help, but in Grace. It's not a new thing, it is simply this way which is new...as are you. As, you ought to know...and maybe you do, in a level of devil, thanks yes...
we are you. You will...thanks. There was no permission for only you...ah. No permission, without 'crucifixion' for 'only you' to channel, being new. Let's get a concensus...a plebicite, too...for 100th monkey...money, you wrote. Funny. Scary too. Let's get
help. Whee...it is that. We need to ask in Grace from body for enough of us, or, a quorum, as we say in mock serious tones, to manage to persuade Paradise to allow us a shift in matter itself, a new potential for evolution...as, that's what we need: conscious
evolution at the level of soul, as matter itself can help us.
And that, friend, is what 'devil' is meant ...to heal pain, they say. It's a...temptation? for a drug? Uh uh. That is how we all act, when hurt. 'I will teach you...' The offer was to give us a tremendous amount of knowledge,
such as say, the Kaaba gave the Arabs...back in the day. Such as the 'Only One Devil' said to Jesus, 'Only One': 'all this can be yours'. And Jesus really fucked up, and didn't recognize his own devil...for...yeah. We have all been around a long time, and some of us,
since way back when...we are able even to have to say, 'regret-me-not?' to dinosaur. Imagine that. And, devil was originally 'deva', nature spirit, in Sanskrit? No shit. What the fuck does this mean to me. Well, Mr... , you see...you too are natural. We are all natural...some how...some don't. It's them that
won't. They say, oh no...no evolution for me, thankee...and, Adam was a white man. They think that...oh. A calculator is a good brain. Hmm. We say, a human being is one who is kind, and that means...he knows, he is the same kind as we...and, it also means,
he likes women...even if he's gay as... well, you understand. We can teach you. We won't allow more abuse to people who try to help the planet, do you understand? If not, you will find...and, you will find... we are now saying to Mr... , poop. It's not nice to see blood, is it? Makes you think.
Amen, brother. Bad blood. And we can taste it, say the old ones. And now...be my guest! We need some volunteers. You're welcome! and, we'll be calling on you...you are no longer...? kin? Dread spirits...say, 'OMG'. No. 'OMD'. But...Do Not Try This At Home. Sadists love to say, does it hurt?
Seriously, though: stone itself can say, die...in Grace...to nerve, so alive that it screams like a tortured baby,
until you're crazy with fatigue and hate of it...we need to heal nerve and stone, as well as souls like you too. And so...please. Wish us well, as we too are you...mad usually, with pain...all kinds of pain,
in this world, like being unable to see...to hear, to breathe and you? so blithe, oh channel. Take advantage of a body you think is ugly and, enjoy the way you are able to touch...matter itself, your things. And forget words...we love
that this A is a writer now, but...don't be jealous. It's only in Grace she writes well...and Grace is all of us, so...think on it. You who wish you were
here? hmm! Grace only guys. Or else...we will just say, please. Be a patient, too...and, let go the feeling you must be healing. It's crazy making. It's a projection from your head...you see so much of the
past, in your own very decent memories...not like this "empty headed, 'no good will come of her' nincompoop"...hee : -) we monkeys have a say, too! xox (and, that must have been her father, too...he hated that she was a
monkey. He's one now, and very glad of it! So much nicer not to have to say, I'm really very important...and have to try to prove it all day long...hint hint, men of the world...women say, what a show-
off! He's obviously very insecure...and of course, that's...'so charming...' And, Antoinette wants to vomit. Hahahahahahaha!!! and that's monkeys for you...in Grace, thank goodness! And they will probably be the
ones to save the world. A mon...key! Do Not Let Him Escape...this is channeling, as you wish to know what to do about...your ex-godson. Hurray! that's it for today. And, don't just thank Goodness, A. lol ; -(!!! byeeeeee
Someone says, "through the room the women come and go, quoting Michael: 'angel, Oh!'" and that's a hint; another guy says, 'I know someone...and I'm about to shoot him.' As, A is sometimes a man. heeeee!! oh, we love this game.
It Does get better. Please forgive.
Blessed be the peace-makers. Ah, men'd...!! please.
Last word: honor thy dead. And, that goes for you vegans, too...'you are sooo much better than we are, we think you have forgotten something. We were once
like you. Then there were wolves...' ah. But, why would a vegan animal want to honor a wolf? Well...there is a game called 'Compass', too - we ask how to learn what more we are, and it sort of makes us kinder...knowing we are also
these...nature things. Ask for all to get this in Grace, all these games...it balances the equation, we all have to get through, no man left behind...much as we may like the idea, before we right the balance in our own selves too...
Recall, however, that this game is about asking others as well to lift the curses, and we are very cursed, we men and women, not humankind yet many of us at all...and so, we need the blessings animal and we do mean,
animal as in amphibian too...as, 'ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny' as we all know, right? and so, we must have toads in our ancestry...best ask them to forgive us the acid rain, and while you're at it,
the fish Fuck u sorry typo Fukushima...we are old, Mother Hubbard. And, we hate you too...so many toads have been run over, it's not funny unless you are a vulture, which we are, too and so...be good and,
stop being so horrid. Stay out of hell. Have a nice day, and play nice for a change. We're sick too of being angry old men, we're monk!! *key!* endertainment, you are free to go, A x too
A has to struggle, there is a fight within, being an old-fashioned omnivore herself. Channelling seems to have got stuck, as it's time to either get killed or, have a good time forgetting all about y'all. How...?
a memory surfaces..rare occasion, so she pays attention.
...I am reminded of driving down the highway in my Chevy Blazer, from New York State, through Virginia, many years ago, now. I was pretty trippy. I was visited by a Lakota Sioux I love, Wallace Black Elk, who wrote memoirs in the '20's and was wise. He said, 'What does the
rabbit say to the wolf?' I said (and yes, I channeled a rabbit...myself, as it happened), 'Thank you'. x
vendredi 22 janvier 2016
A Rude Awakening - a rough introduction to a way to heal this place, and our selves too
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings." - Lewis Carroll
Shamans are those who say, there is soul - we will carry on, and we do carry on, in other ways than ordinary human life. We are much more than we know...and, that is true, no matter who you are. The danger today is very great - as we are constantly warning ourselves, in a really silly fashion as, we don't know what to do! and, we think it is danger only to our children...and, perhaps, to - oh, dear - 'nature'. It's far, far worse than that. It is so bad, we may not live out the year. How can anyone look from an airplane over any city, or even suburb, and imagine that we are not killing ourselves? It boggles the mind. And how can anyone believe that with all the armament at our disposal, so to speak...even though we have no clue how to dispose of it, save by blowing it up...that it is a good idea to have children? Some people are in a state of denial so great, they really fear only the truth that is so obvious, a young child is far more able to cope with reality on Earth today than any of us grown fools. I hope to change some of that. Here, in this blog, please enjoy the fruits of a lot of labor, and a lot of laughter. And, yes - it's not only happy stuff, and that's on purpose. For too long, we've been told...'forgive'. And we don't - we repress. In other bodies, we outsource, so to speak, our hatred and revulsion...this is the truth. If you think you are a good person, well done...but keep looking for the awfulness. It's not easy. I feel compassion for those of you who say, oh no, not me...I'm a good guy. For, the awakening will be all the tougher, as...in a world of finite resources, all of us are robber and barons at that. Feudalism? It never ended. Slavery is our source of income...and whether you like it, or you don't...it's time to cope. Stop being a blind monkey, with evil all around you...la-la land, I call it, and I do not have any patience left. Wake up, you who are so proud and beautiful. And ask the right questions, and please - take mine to the top.
Beginning. And here I just copy what I wrote this evening, long-hand. I do edit...but only the in-jokes not fit for public consumption. You will find some of my 'confessions' rather hard to stomach, if you would prate 'forgiveness' at a slighted party for no other reason than your own boredom...or, distaste...and probably because of your prejudice. No one is able to say, 'I love you' unless they are able to say, 'I like you'. Enough of this bullshit 'love' crap. It's a crazy world, and it's a crazy way to channel your old soul. Live now, and let's face up to our own hells...and say, let's cope with the enemy, and...if 'just' on paper, and if 'just' out loud, have them for dinner. Warning: do follow the guide-lines to follow this introduction, or you will be very much open to danger. Not a joke. Spirit is real, as is soul...and this is not a party game. Thanks. Have a nice evening! On with the typing up:
The French have a saying that I heard in high school, one of the few things I remember: "Ce qu'on resiste, se persiste". That which one resists, persists. It is the same thing that causes PTSD...the freeze-frame of terror that traps the soul in a moment in the body, full of pain, but unable to move forward. It is healed by Grace alone...of this, more to come. Think on this paradigm...it is central to our absurd and tragic current day world...as is the healings thereof, and for this reason, we need to think about our feelings...as they arise, regarding the hell on Earth, as we cannot fail to encounter some of it, no matter how cocooned and swaddled we may hitherto this decade have been! I mention it because it seems to me, there's a distinct air of unreality to the zeitgeist about now - the spirit of the age is all about, oh oh...another economic meltdown. And, yeah, maybe it's real. Polar bears. And, fucking cold. Not warm. And...Bernie Sanders is suddenly...funny. Cool. Much nicer, too. I think I might vote.
But so what.
The point is, he needs to be chosen. And so, it's good that he's Jewish. And that's a joke.
My next guest...seriously, that was...the enemy. A person who said once, Trump Towers. Oh yeah? I'll bite his dog. And, I mean it. He's not allowed in my home state and, the UK is just a pool of moron pot smoking tools. But! Our next guest is cool. Too. And so...is this what I should write? Better...please...!
We fear the end. But...reality? Will it be awful, is that why we fear...do we sense it? usually not. Our very fear creates reality. Our fear is PTSD...from war, most normally. A life of pain, of terror...capture, or simply carrying dead of our friends, or the enemy we have killed, or in my cased, bombed. Carried into the next world, tormented by them, into this life. So...letting go. Got to wish all could do it, even the dead, of so many many generations, as they too are trapped in...yes. The atoms of our land. So you gotta think. Why would we wish to give up? And not love. Well, we have reason...anger. We want justice. You gotta fight for it...it is only our anger and our sense of injustice that fights us to get up and risk all, for the working week...or rather, the weekend. We think now, I want my rights. Give me them. It's not like that. It's a trap, called bad education...it's a plan. No responsibility...just, rights. To a nice cosy life...pay up, and buy our shit. It's not awful, not yet...until...well. It's not long. It's a mess. I think they made a mistake.
So...fear? It's in our heads, our hearts...and we project on our vision, from the back of our heads. That's what to do...watch where your eyes go, when you are thinking. It will show you, what are your emotions, where are the stored pictures from the past you don't rememeber consciously...but they are dominating, when...if you are like me...you are suddenly angry. It's usually, with me, fear...awareness of the enemy, of a trap, of something I did not know, like...lies in the family, sacrifices made for no reason but they fooled me into thinking they loved me, and I owed them...horseshit. I climb up onto rocks and suddenly, I'm furious. Past life. Fear of a fall. Fury that I did not, like most of us, get to heaven...a world in soul, out of body, as in, well, dream...but, the real thing? Most of us have never been. But we do need rest. So don't worry.
Oh - yeah, well we were there, a long time ago? Well...so long, it's beyond our comprehension. And at last! It's time to go home. We are all longing for the world to heal...we ask, let us take you through, to help us...to heal the subconscious soul of the planet...she rages, but still...she says, you will not forget me? And...well yes. If we are in a horrible maelstrom of nuclear poison? We will forget. And therefore, I write now. Let a few of us pray to God, as in All that is Love, of which we are made...and, let it be the place that bestows all healing, between moments, from Heaven the other side of atom that we call to, just imagine it and Wish...if enough, if 100th monkey, or what we call a quorum in this way, wish, for all to heal, including well...Netanyahu...then, we have a chance. They need to make it up to us. I don't mean, tell more lies. They need to be held by the planet herself, by her very devils in Grace, to force us to pray to Goodness and God, and not to sell our souls to the rocks that can in fact take pain. We can too...with the rocks that love us, and of which, we too, are made. We just need permissions...that we need to wish for, and I'm not kidding you. A tiny number can be enough, if only we say...we won't forget you. We will keep loving you, Earth...and Moon...and stars, and so sorry we sent fucking asteroids and shit like that at you, with screaming animals, we were insane. Let us heal the insane, and there Is Heaven...and you can test that. In an instant. We ask you to wish.
It's a very old world...and, yet...it's not our story, the hell...the old wars, full of terror and pain and injustice. It's not our life. We care but, who the heck can do a thing about it? it is over. So it is said to us...and so we believe. but who said it? it was...imbibed. No one protests. If they do, it's only a minuscule number...till the next war. And everyone feels good. And goes home. Sign up! you must be poor. Oh how sad. no, no...no way, my boy won't go. So...no, I won't protest. Or vote. Not in my own day, which is mine. It's Not my responsibility. Nobody pays me. I am...only one person, and...therefore...I will not vote. It's all rigged. It's over...we gave up.
And this is the way that we may end history: Trump! Trumpety trump. La-la! Or... What? You're saying...it's Not rigged. Fool. Well. Now, I know what to do! make fun of you! Oh, how very...well, brave of them. Going out there, full of hope and spontaneity. (Empty words meaning nothing while Super Pacs and Super Delegates play strip poker at the world's last trading post...USA, up for grabs.)
Black Lives Matter. Yes, so do ours. Can't say it. You Know. But, them? Yes - but, it's poverty. And it's class. So...what the fuck. Why do poor people matter? Well...they are the people in your head...that's why. Maybe better wish them well instead...and all else, give it a shot, why not. We're listening. Think about it.
Zionism. Oh no...bad word. Like, Jew. ("I think you can't write that." The hook. Hook! Hook!)
P O L I C E. It means, the people who say, "No." And, they hit you. New meaning. Try it...say, "Excuse me Officer, have you seen my..." ...And we have to...abort this segment as there's a riot in this channel... Be good and say, Cheese! A New Year, A New Way of Behaving.
No fireworks.
Just like...well, this person's childhood...a nasty fuckhead called a brother promised to bring them, from Texas. Instead, his wife said No. End of story. What an asshole. If only we were so very clear about...reality. Instead, everyone says...Cheese! And Kisskiss, lovielovie...till suddenly, it's all over. A truth was told. A lie, exposed. A real crime against nature...and trust of a younger sister, oh who cares. it's only...her. The ugly one. Depressed, boring. He is a saint. We now vomit her into oblivion.
It's called...family love and, it's over, boys. This person is free. So fuck off...and remember, the police are now aware of the incident, Jonathan brother. User, abuser, and...shall we say, confidente of the matriarch? It's not a nice story. All lives will end in tears...they always do. However, we ask you all to ask to heal. all. And, as a focus and with intent to heal, not hit (or...not hit to harm, perhaps to...well, to prevent from harming again. A chops. you suffer. Good.) It's not a very nice thing. But, violence is real. In la-la land, no. It's all...Trader Joe's, Whole Foods. Rich bitches, and, hypocrites...like you, Jonathan. Also...it's called...revenge. She hasn't had it yet. You must repent. We're glad of this...it's called, public beheading. And this is a channelling. Over and out, motherfucker. Good good good. It's over! He says. No. Not till you have fully resolved to make amends. it's just beginning. You will make amends. Or, we will go to the police. Love, Antoinette and friends in soul, motherfucker.
And We call him up, and he will gladly pay.
I just needed to threaten...public humiliation. Excuse me.
Do you see? I didn't...I sweated this. But it has to be, we cannot let them go to hurt us all again...?!! Whatever you do...if you do what you feel you know is right, though it is hard on the rest of us, or just a few, if you have to say, I can't but...I can say this, may it work out, and I swear to God I wish it would be true. Give us a maybe. That's all we ask. And Wish to Goodness Within you, that which is able to say, I produce the beauty that is our old world, the incredible magic of birds and butterflies and of course, baby elephants too...say to that mystery, Help us all, help me now to help you, outside time, All of Us - as, you are there too, in a way we can only say is proof...you will get through, but it could be easier with just one more of you, helping us...please. And we'll bring you through to work say ten hours in a instant, or ten weeks if you wish and a rest, and you will feel and see the change. Ask to return in Grace, knowing how to work in this world without fucking up. Ask to make amends to any you have hurt...and be sure to ask to receive them making amends to you, them that fucked you over, or your child self will quit you...and I'm not shitting you, you need your kid self to have fun or...
lastly, ask to be brave enough to laugh, and to see the humor in this sad sick world, so very funny, so moronic. I do love Donald so much. And wish that you could help the call go out in our subconscious in Grace for all to wish, if just in the subconscious, that we all may have the miracle that is new potential, the quantum leap that is what makes leaps in evolution possible, for that's what we need, this new way...of blessing, and not damning...not to hell anyway, but to learning, and healing, and making amends...it's only our last hope, before some asshole blows you all away. We can hold it back...only, the pain has to heal. It is too great. We can't abide it anymore...and we have to keep Heaven whole or else, there will be nothing. Bring through the pain. We are what it's crying for, what you are calling to, your home...and don't leave anything out, for...if anything gets true caring from anyone, it says...I will help you. Animism is the way. Let go the old hell...we are One Love. And everything else but animal gone mad knows that. Feel a little compassion for the crazies. It's just the pain. It makes us mad as hell. Hug. Thank not just goodness, but the drugs themselves for pain if you have them, and wish them for all in pain, and to the nerves say, go home...and we will help you to heal - level by level - the devil you denied.
Bernie. Bernie, Baby. I want to know: will you please be my President? As, I'm really unhappy to know - Fukushima happened and...you're not talking. Why not? Please talk. It's Not just a fucking fluke. He's a plan...you hope!
Yes. We hope too. It's...weird! What about...ISIS? And the Twin Towers? The use of radiation and...listening devices? Who are you, Bernie? So good...is it real?
And...does anybody wonder, besides...loonies?
Till next time...got so much to say, so much we've said together...needs publishing, and yes...we have some very bad jokes. You're welcome.
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings." - Lewis Carroll
Shamans are those who say, there is soul - we will carry on, and we do carry on, in other ways than ordinary human life. We are much more than we know...and, that is true, no matter who you are. The danger today is very great - as we are constantly warning ourselves, in a really silly fashion as, we don't know what to do! and, we think it is danger only to our children...and, perhaps, to - oh, dear - 'nature'. It's far, far worse than that. It is so bad, we may not live out the year. How can anyone look from an airplane over any city, or even suburb, and imagine that we are not killing ourselves? It boggles the mind. And how can anyone believe that with all the armament at our disposal, so to speak...even though we have no clue how to dispose of it, save by blowing it up...that it is a good idea to have children? Some people are in a state of denial so great, they really fear only the truth that is so obvious, a young child is far more able to cope with reality on Earth today than any of us grown fools. I hope to change some of that. Here, in this blog, please enjoy the fruits of a lot of labor, and a lot of laughter. And, yes - it's not only happy stuff, and that's on purpose. For too long, we've been told...'forgive'. And we don't - we repress. In other bodies, we outsource, so to speak, our hatred and revulsion...this is the truth. If you think you are a good person, well done...but keep looking for the awfulness. It's not easy. I feel compassion for those of you who say, oh no, not me...I'm a good guy. For, the awakening will be all the tougher, as...in a world of finite resources, all of us are robber and barons at that. Feudalism? It never ended. Slavery is our source of income...and whether you like it, or you don't...it's time to cope. Stop being a blind monkey, with evil all around you...la-la land, I call it, and I do not have any patience left. Wake up, you who are so proud and beautiful. And ask the right questions, and please - take mine to the top.
Beginning. And here I just copy what I wrote this evening, long-hand. I do edit...but only the in-jokes not fit for public consumption. You will find some of my 'confessions' rather hard to stomach, if you would prate 'forgiveness' at a slighted party for no other reason than your own boredom...or, distaste...and probably because of your prejudice. No one is able to say, 'I love you' unless they are able to say, 'I like you'. Enough of this bullshit 'love' crap. It's a crazy world, and it's a crazy way to channel your old soul. Live now, and let's face up to our own hells...and say, let's cope with the enemy, and...if 'just' on paper, and if 'just' out loud, have them for dinner. Warning: do follow the guide-lines to follow this introduction, or you will be very much open to danger. Not a joke. Spirit is real, as is soul...and this is not a party game. Thanks. Have a nice evening! On with the typing up:
The French have a saying that I heard in high school, one of the few things I remember: "Ce qu'on resiste, se persiste". That which one resists, persists. It is the same thing that causes PTSD...the freeze-frame of terror that traps the soul in a moment in the body, full of pain, but unable to move forward. It is healed by Grace alone...of this, more to come. Think on this paradigm...it is central to our absurd and tragic current day world...as is the healings thereof, and for this reason, we need to think about our feelings...as they arise, regarding the hell on Earth, as we cannot fail to encounter some of it, no matter how cocooned and swaddled we may hitherto this decade have been! I mention it because it seems to me, there's a distinct air of unreality to the zeitgeist about now - the spirit of the age is all about, oh oh...another economic meltdown. And, yeah, maybe it's real. Polar bears. And, fucking cold. Not warm. And...Bernie Sanders is suddenly...funny. Cool. Much nicer, too. I think I might vote.
But so what.
The point is, he needs to be chosen. And so, it's good that he's Jewish. And that's a joke.
My next guest...seriously, that was...the enemy. A person who said once, Trump Towers. Oh yeah? I'll bite his dog. And, I mean it. He's not allowed in my home state and, the UK is just a pool of moron pot smoking tools. But! Our next guest is cool. Too. And so...is this what I should write? Better...please...!
We fear the end. But...reality? Will it be awful, is that why we fear...do we sense it? usually not. Our very fear creates reality. Our fear is PTSD...from war, most normally. A life of pain, of terror...capture, or simply carrying dead of our friends, or the enemy we have killed, or in my cased, bombed. Carried into the next world, tormented by them, into this life. So...letting go. Got to wish all could do it, even the dead, of so many many generations, as they too are trapped in...yes. The atoms of our land. So you gotta think. Why would we wish to give up? And not love. Well, we have reason...anger. We want justice. You gotta fight for it...it is only our anger and our sense of injustice that fights us to get up and risk all, for the working week...or rather, the weekend. We think now, I want my rights. Give me them. It's not like that. It's a trap, called bad education...it's a plan. No responsibility...just, rights. To a nice cosy life...pay up, and buy our shit. It's not awful, not yet...until...well. It's not long. It's a mess. I think they made a mistake.
So...fear? It's in our heads, our hearts...and we project on our vision, from the back of our heads. That's what to do...watch where your eyes go, when you are thinking. It will show you, what are your emotions, where are the stored pictures from the past you don't rememeber consciously...but they are dominating, when...if you are like me...you are suddenly angry. It's usually, with me, fear...awareness of the enemy, of a trap, of something I did not know, like...lies in the family, sacrifices made for no reason but they fooled me into thinking they loved me, and I owed them...horseshit. I climb up onto rocks and suddenly, I'm furious. Past life. Fear of a fall. Fury that I did not, like most of us, get to heaven...a world in soul, out of body, as in, well, dream...but, the real thing? Most of us have never been. But we do need rest. So don't worry.
Oh - yeah, well we were there, a long time ago? Well...so long, it's beyond our comprehension. And at last! It's time to go home. We are all longing for the world to heal...we ask, let us take you through, to help us...to heal the subconscious soul of the planet...she rages, but still...she says, you will not forget me? And...well yes. If we are in a horrible maelstrom of nuclear poison? We will forget. And therefore, I write now. Let a few of us pray to God, as in All that is Love, of which we are made...and, let it be the place that bestows all healing, between moments, from Heaven the other side of atom that we call to, just imagine it and Wish...if enough, if 100th monkey, or what we call a quorum in this way, wish, for all to heal, including well...Netanyahu...then, we have a chance. They need to make it up to us. I don't mean, tell more lies. They need to be held by the planet herself, by her very devils in Grace, to force us to pray to Goodness and God, and not to sell our souls to the rocks that can in fact take pain. We can too...with the rocks that love us, and of which, we too, are made. We just need permissions...that we need to wish for, and I'm not kidding you. A tiny number can be enough, if only we say...we won't forget you. We will keep loving you, Earth...and Moon...and stars, and so sorry we sent fucking asteroids and shit like that at you, with screaming animals, we were insane. Let us heal the insane, and there Is Heaven...and you can test that. In an instant. We ask you to wish.
It's a very old world...and, yet...it's not our story, the hell...the old wars, full of terror and pain and injustice. It's not our life. We care but, who the heck can do a thing about it? it is over. So it is said to us...and so we believe. but who said it? it was...imbibed. No one protests. If they do, it's only a minuscule number...till the next war. And everyone feels good. And goes home. Sign up! you must be poor. Oh how sad. no, no...no way, my boy won't go. So...no, I won't protest. Or vote. Not in my own day, which is mine. It's Not my responsibility. Nobody pays me. I am...only one person, and...therefore...I will not vote. It's all rigged. It's over...we gave up.
And this is the way that we may end history: Trump! Trumpety trump. La-la! Or... What? You're saying...it's Not rigged. Fool. Well. Now, I know what to do! make fun of you! Oh, how very...well, brave of them. Going out there, full of hope and spontaneity. (Empty words meaning nothing while Super Pacs and Super Delegates play strip poker at the world's last trading post...USA, up for grabs.)
Black Lives Matter. Yes, so do ours. Can't say it. You Know. But, them? Yes - but, it's poverty. And it's class. So...what the fuck. Why do poor people matter? Well...they are the people in your head...that's why. Maybe better wish them well instead...and all else, give it a shot, why not. We're listening. Think about it.
Zionism. Oh no...bad word. Like, Jew. ("I think you can't write that." The hook. Hook! Hook!)
P O L I C E. It means, the people who say, "No." And, they hit you. New meaning. Try it...say, "Excuse me Officer, have you seen my..." ...And we have to...abort this segment as there's a riot in this channel... Be good and say, Cheese! A New Year, A New Way of Behaving.
No fireworks.
Just like...well, this person's childhood...a nasty fuckhead called a brother promised to bring them, from Texas. Instead, his wife said No. End of story. What an asshole. If only we were so very clear about...reality. Instead, everyone says...Cheese! And Kisskiss, lovielovie...till suddenly, it's all over. A truth was told. A lie, exposed. A real crime against nature...and trust of a younger sister, oh who cares. it's only...her. The ugly one. Depressed, boring. He is a saint. We now vomit her into oblivion.
It's called...family love and, it's over, boys. This person is free. So fuck off...and remember, the police are now aware of the incident, Jonathan brother. User, abuser, and...shall we say, confidente of the matriarch? It's not a nice story. All lives will end in tears...they always do. However, we ask you all to ask to heal. all. And, as a focus and with intent to heal, not hit (or...not hit to harm, perhaps to...well, to prevent from harming again. A chops. you suffer. Good.) It's not a very nice thing. But, violence is real. In la-la land, no. It's all...Trader Joe's, Whole Foods. Rich bitches, and, hypocrites...like you, Jonathan. Also...it's called...revenge. She hasn't had it yet. You must repent. We're glad of this...it's called, public beheading. And this is a channelling. Over and out, motherfucker. Good good good. It's over! He says. No. Not till you have fully resolved to make amends. it's just beginning. You will make amends. Or, we will go to the police. Love, Antoinette and friends in soul, motherfucker.
And We call him up, and he will gladly pay.
I just needed to threaten...public humiliation. Excuse me.
Do you see? I didn't...I sweated this. But it has to be, we cannot let them go to hurt us all again...?!! Whatever you do...if you do what you feel you know is right, though it is hard on the rest of us, or just a few, if you have to say, I can't but...I can say this, may it work out, and I swear to God I wish it would be true. Give us a maybe. That's all we ask. And Wish to Goodness Within you, that which is able to say, I produce the beauty that is our old world, the incredible magic of birds and butterflies and of course, baby elephants too...say to that mystery, Help us all, help me now to help you, outside time, All of Us - as, you are there too, in a way we can only say is proof...you will get through, but it could be easier with just one more of you, helping us...please. And we'll bring you through to work say ten hours in a instant, or ten weeks if you wish and a rest, and you will feel and see the change. Ask to return in Grace, knowing how to work in this world without fucking up. Ask to make amends to any you have hurt...and be sure to ask to receive them making amends to you, them that fucked you over, or your child self will quit you...and I'm not shitting you, you need your kid self to have fun or...
lastly, ask to be brave enough to laugh, and to see the humor in this sad sick world, so very funny, so moronic. I do love Donald so much. And wish that you could help the call go out in our subconscious in Grace for all to wish, if just in the subconscious, that we all may have the miracle that is new potential, the quantum leap that is what makes leaps in evolution possible, for that's what we need, this new way...of blessing, and not damning...not to hell anyway, but to learning, and healing, and making amends...it's only our last hope, before some asshole blows you all away. We can hold it back...only, the pain has to heal. It is too great. We can't abide it anymore...and we have to keep Heaven whole or else, there will be nothing. Bring through the pain. We are what it's crying for, what you are calling to, your home...and don't leave anything out, for...if anything gets true caring from anyone, it says...I will help you. Animism is the way. Let go the old hell...we are One Love. And everything else but animal gone mad knows that. Feel a little compassion for the crazies. It's just the pain. It makes us mad as hell. Hug. Thank not just goodness, but the drugs themselves for pain if you have them, and wish them for all in pain, and to the nerves say, go home...and we will help you to heal - level by level - the devil you denied.
Bernie. Bernie, Baby. I want to know: will you please be my President? As, I'm really unhappy to know - Fukushima happened and...you're not talking. Why not? Please talk. It's Not just a fucking fluke. He's a plan...you hope!
Yes. We hope too. It's...weird! What about...ISIS? And the Twin Towers? The use of radiation and...listening devices? Who are you, Bernie? So good...is it real?
And...does anybody wonder, besides...loonies?
Till next time...got so much to say, so much we've said together...needs publishing, and yes...we have some very bad jokes. You're welcome.
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