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The Personal Experience of Knowledge

 
Stepping through My Shadow

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Thank you for the dream entries, Ss.

Despite the fact that I will never fully understand them, your experiences are welcomed here.

If I pick up a piece here...a piece there...hmmmm..drop this piece...pick up that one...

...oh wait. I'm picking up and dropping small objects. It goes against my philippic!!
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


That last one I posted wasn't a dream.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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Thank you for the dream entries, Ss.

Despite the fact that I will never fully understand them, your experiences are welcomed here.

If I pick up a piece here...a piece there...hmmmm..drop this piece...pick up that one...

...oh wait. I'm picking up and dropping small objects. It goes against my philippic!!
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


That last one I posted wasn't a dream.
 Quoting: Stepping through My Shadow


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The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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Thank you for the dream entries, Ss.

Despite the fact that I will never fully understand them, your experiences are welcomed here.

If I pick up a piece here...a piece there...hmmmm..drop this piece...pick up that one...

...oh wait. I'm picking up and dropping small objects. It goes against my philippic!!
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


That last one I posted wasn't a dream.
 Quoting: Stepping through My Shadow


Ss, if you wish it, tell me more about Mantis ET. It seems like you already had a familiarity with it before you experienced it...at least that's the feeling I get from reading your description.

Also, interesting to note the fear before the encounter. And you wondered whether or not it was something external you sensed or internal...or perhaps both.

It sounds like something similar to Castaneda's experiences with inorganic beings out in the Sonoran Desert.

You seem like the type that has dominion over his own emotions. But how true is that observation? Inorganic beings are attracted to fear and strong emotion...is it possible that you lured them there with it? after isolating them first in a dream? It seems like at the end you didn't want them to leave...perhaps this is a clue to how they came upon you in the first place?
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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...and three of them.

The three wandering spirits.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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Thank you for the dream entries, Ss.

Despite the fact that I will never fully understand them, your experiences are welcomed here.

If I pick up a piece here...a piece there...hmmmm..drop this piece...pick up that one...

...oh wait. I'm picking up and dropping small objects. It goes against my philippic!!
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


That last one I posted wasn't a dream.
 Quoting: Stepping through My Shadow


Ss, if you wish it, tell me more about Mantis ET. It seems like you already had a familiarity with it before you experienced it...at least that's the feeling I get from reading your description.

Also, interesting to note the fear before the encounter. And you wondered whether or not it was something external you sensed or internal...or perhaps both.

It sounds like something similar to Castaneda's experiences with inorganic beings out in the Sonoran Desert.

You seem like the type that has dominion over his own emotions. But how true is that observation? Inorganic beings are attracted to fear and strong emotion...is it possible that you lured them there with it? after isolating them first in a dream? It seems like at the end you didn't want them to leave...perhaps this is a clue to how they came upon you in the first place?
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


I had quite a few visitations with Greys before the Mantis came. Greys are very 'unemotional' in comparison to humans. Mantis feels very nurturing, very feminine, almost timid, but timid is the wrong word...maybe cautious. She emotes a feeling of desiring a bond.

The strong fear prior to the encounter comes from the relationship with the Greys. They are just uncomfortable to be around. I have heard there are many different types of Greys, so never think of these responses as blanket statements. These are just one individual's (me) interpretation. That being said, it is still scary to be confronted with a sentient non-human being standing over you in bed. Even if it was a human it would scare the bejebus out of you.

I have learned to control my emotions (for the most part), that is true. Inorganic beings are attracted to love as well. It is NOT one-sided and not solely based on the emotion of fear.

I believe I was contacted my entire life. I DID lure them into presenting themselves to my conscious mind and allowing me to remember. I requested it many times. They are organic beings, but are also inorganic. So are we to an extent. So, they are available to be contacted in dreams, and in waking reality.

I did not want the Mantis to leave. I wanted to 'play' more. I wanted (and still do) to experience things I have never experienced before. I want to experience the impossible. And I have, many, many times now. The Mantis showed me amazing things, most I cannot remember, but the ones I do are beyond expression.

One thing I must say. Humans separate things so much nowadays. Our dreams and the non-material are just as much a part of us as our waking reality. In Truth, that is all we are, but this will not be known, I suspect, until we are able to life the veil. Shamans and mystics, etc do not separate their dream/mystical experiences from their waking reality. No one should, but most do.

Reality is infinite.

Last Edited by Swinging on Spirals on 08/29/2012 09:18 AM
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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Very interesting and well said.

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The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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and i`m laughing because you choose to hide the reality of your faith that possess you

are you on an undercover mission and your faith must never be disclosed?
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Let's just say it has to do with an understanding that the old man and I came to.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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During the summer before my graduation in December of 2000, I had a internship in the city. I occasionally drove up to the town where I attended the University to visit with Clark and Amy. They were engaged and I would eventually be the best man at their wedding. It was during one such encounter that I vanquished fear.

I had tried acid on occasion that summer, but to that date and time I had only been exposed to mushrooms, just once, with Steve a few months before. As I drove the hour and a half drive northwest, I was a little bit nervous yet excited. I knew that I would be dropping that night, and was a little bit tense about being around other people in that condition. As I drove, I began to notice the sky. It was cloudless....in every direction, except to the west. In the west there was one cloud. Together with the setting sun, they formed the ideal question mark in the western sky. I knew then that something was in store for the night. The spirit had given the signal.

When I arrived on the scene, I was well received by my hosts. We soon were smoking out, and chatting and joking around. At some point, Clark and Amy announced that we would be drinking Mushroom Tea for the evening. Sweet,
I thought. Later on after the sun went down, the early night saw us on the balcony, Clark sitting next to the door, me to his right, and Amy to my right. The balcony was well lit, however, because, even though it was mid summer, Clark and Amy had not yet taken down the Christmas lights.

We sat and sipped tea from the same cup, which was passed around. We sat and relaxed and discussed meaningless things. The mood was very relaxed, and we were relaxed as well. As it got darker we soon ran out of tea. As is often the case with drug people, they soon find they don’t have enough drugs. The fix is underway, yet there isn’t enough to get where u want to go, and your afraid the trip will be wasted.

They soon announced that they would be doing a ‘hippi-flip’. Which for all you squares means that they are already tripping on shrooms, and now they will ingest acid, just to spice things up. Hah.

We settled back down on the balcony chairs. I soon noticed that I was tripping, yet it wasn’t like the acid trips I had taken, it was reminiscent of the first mushroom experience I had, which had brought out some startling aspects of myself. I felt strangely calm. I sensed that my mood wasn’t shared by Clark . I remember that Clark was saying something. What he was saying is probably not worth remembering, but as he said it, I was looking straight ahead, and began to turn my head to the left. As my head began to turn, I felt a strange presence in the wind from the south and to the right, which would be in the southeast direction.

As my head neared facing Clark, still in mid sentence, I felt a hard wind blow on my face, and at that precise moment, the Christmas lights failed and went out. In darkness for what seemed like a few moments all I felt was the wind. My eyes adjusted as the lights came back on and began steadily blinking. We all sat in silence. Clark got up and went inside without saying a word, or finishing whatever mindlessly important thing he was saying.

That left me and Amy in the midst of the presence of the spirit. I felt like deep down I knew this spirit. I felt like deep down this moment in time had not come soon enough for me. Rather than address the situation, it seemed only
natural talk as if it wasn’t there....’so, this is normal’ was I think close to the words that were spoken. Meanwhile the wind was steadily blowing, like a gust that was boundless. The lights were steadily blinking, like we were running a generator that didn't have enough juice. I reassured Amy, ‘it’s ok’ I think I said ‘its probably just our ancestors checking in on us’. Amy agreed and we
laughed and began joking a bit. I soon attempted to light a cigarette, but the wind just wouldn’t die down.


I began to joke in a sarcastic way ‘Jesus H, ancestors, can I please light this cigarette?’ As soon as the words left my mouth the lights came on, and ceased blinking. The wind stopped blowing and we were left in the eerie lights of Christmas summer. It wasn’t long afterwards that we decided to go back inside and make sure Clark was still in one piece. He was.

Maybe 15 minutes had passed by, maybe less. We were inside, Amy in the kitchen and Clark and I in the living room of their apartment. When, out of the corner of my eye, I see Amy collapse in the kitchen. She collapsed, hit her head on the sink, and fell lifelessly to the floor. Maybe it was because I had just been out on the balcony and experienced something quite strange, but seeing this happen was enough to move my assemblage point to the place of no pity. From this place, I was just an observer. Being an observer I calmly walked into the kitchen to observe.

The kitchen was a scene of Amy on the floor unconscious and Clark kneeling over her, with such a visible look of anguish and helplessness on his face. He was destroyed, didn’t know how to proceed, and was basically just trying to grab hold of the situation. I was completely Icy calm. My heart rate was normal, and I was half wondering how it was that I could be so calm and Clark could be so panic stricken. I knelt down, and looked upon Amy. I had this urge to touch her, but not in a sexual way, you pervert....

I had the urge to touch her with my awareness. I reached out, and with my hand touched her leg, and she bolted up off the floor...and instantly was very dizzy. Clark was even more startled by this. But he helped Amy up and they moved her into the other room. Clark was in the act of getting her to the bed.....while I was still standing in the kitchen. Standing there, thinking. Did I just do that? Was that me? This thought wasn’t a normal thought, I noticed. It was a clear thought. My mind was squelched, and all my awareness was focused on the questions I asked. As if every fiber of my being was asking the same question.

How can I be sure that what just happened was a result of my intent? This was the idea or the question I had. Hearing Amy thud to the floor in the bedroom was the spirit’s reply to that question. I entered the bedroom to see Amy once again sprawled on the floor, and Clark once again kneeling over her trying to wake her up.

Once again, a look of pure anguish on his face. For a second time, I knelt down and reached out and touched her leg. Again, she bolted out of unconsciousness. I knew then that it was better if I stayed in the room for a few minutes. So I sat down in a chair while Clark put Amy in the bed and got her water and sped her recovery. She soon did recover, and they found that neither of them could sleep that night, both having an abundance of energy. I fell asleep perhaps an hour or two later, although I usually couldn’t sleep during a trip, I was truly exhausted and wasn’t even tripping two hours later.

The next morning Clark and Amy woke me up...they had been unable to sleep all night. They had gone out at some point in the night and supposedly found an Easter egg. It had three quarters in it...two of which were stuck together. They gave me the non-stuck quarter and insisted that I keep it on me at all times.

I lost it within a week or two, which disappointed them to say the least. But hey, it was just a quarter, right?
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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First off, nice writing, Blaze.

I think most of us are having similar experiences, but the question of 'was it really me?' is almost always foremost in our mind after such an experience.

My sister is a hand's on healer, and she used to struggle with this same question. I mentioned in other writings that it ends up being the repetitive nature of these miraculous seeming experiences that gets us from initial disbelief, to belief, and then to the "well, it just IS" phase, at which point it becomes a more natural cause/effect acceptance.

The end result of the "well, it just IS" phase is more fluidity of acceptance within and a lessening of anxiety that initially comes with the belief phases. Notice, the belief phases are questioning, the acceptance phase is reconciliation.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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Thanks, Ss.

I came to realize later that I had some sort of energetic connection with Amy.

I used to wonder if that particular experience made me special in some way...but like you said...my understanding of it did indeed evolve into 'it just is'.

Like you said, the acceptance of it happening and the conclusion that you must have had something to do with it has detrimental effects on one's reason/logic.

Our reason will make that into a saintly mold and quickly try to trick us into thinking that our brilliance is what counts. The only possible way to keep our reason in check after it decides it cannot simply discard the experience is to give the experience another category. A catagory that is compartmentalized and can contradict the underlying order of the inventory of the mind as it applies to the everyday ordinary world of affairs.

That category is 'it just is'. I believe a similar technique is used in mind control with traumatic experiences. However, in that case it is done to those who don't have the necessary energy to move between compartments by their own intent. Thus the triggers from outside forces.

In my view, the crowning achievement of a man of knowledge is to develop the ability to go beyond detachment...to 'stop the world' and experience these events from a place of no pity. To observe these events without judgement and without applying reason/logic to them. To handle them without any hope of understanding them. To instantaneously switch from reason to intent when necessary.

And when it's all over, and we find ourselves still alive, to switch back to reason with our inventory intact and undamaged in such a way that no one could see that we had just witnessed everything.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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Thanks, Ss.

I came to realize later that I had some sort of energetic connection with Amy.

I used to wonder if that particular experience made me special in some way...but like you said...my understanding of it did indeed evolve into 'it just is'.

Like you said, the acceptance of it happening and the conclusion that you must have had something to do with it has detrimental effects on one's reason/logic.

Our reason will make that into a saintly mold and quickly try to trick us into thinking that our brilliance is what counts. The only possible way to keep our reason in check after it decides it cannot simply discard the experience is to give the experience another category. A catagory that is compartmentalized and can contradict the underlying order of the inventory of the mind as it applies to the everyday ordinary world of affairs.

That category is 'it just is'. I believe a similar technique is used in mind control with traumatic experiences. However, in that case it is done to those who don't have the necessary energy to move between compartments by their own intent. Thus the triggers from outside forces.

In my view, the crowning achievement of a man of knowledge is to develop the ability to go beyond detachment...to 'stop the world' and experience these events from a place of no pity. To observe these events without judgement and without applying reason/logic to them. To handle them without any hope of understanding them. To instantaneously switch from reason to intent when necessary.

And when it's all over, and we find ourselves still alive, to switch back to reason with our inventory intact and undamaged in such a way that no one could see that we had just witnessed everything.

 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Dion and aether and I have touched on this. You are speaking of intuitive actions. These types of actions are not 'thought' upon, they just are. This better allows the prevention of distortion to manifest into the action from 'thinking about it' or emotionally attaching yourself to it, all of which throws biases into the mix. Thinking about it instead of being removed from it, removes the clarity of intuitive guidance and muddies the water of receptivity to these amazing experiences and enlightenment constructs.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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So, would you say that 'clarity' is an enemy of reason and not intent?

Or, put in terms of 'tonal' and 'nagual'; clarity is one of the enemies of 'tonal', but cannot be applied to 'nagual'?

That makes sense in an odd way.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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So, would you say that 'clarity' is an enemy of reason and not intent?

Or, put in terms of 'tonal' and 'nagual'; clarity is one of the enemies of 'tonal', but cannot be applied to 'nagual'?

That makes sense in an odd way.
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Not at all. Clarity is merely being free of bias. If reasoning is done properly, it is fairly free of bias as well.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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So, would you say that 'clarity' is an enemy of reason and not intent?

Or, put in terms of 'tonal' and 'nagual'; clarity is one of the enemies of 'tonal', but cannot be applied to 'nagual'?

That makes sense in an odd way.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Not at all. Clarity is merely being free of bias. If reasoning is done properly, it is fairly free of bias as well.
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals


Ah. I see. Your view of clarity is idealistic. I think we are both getting at the same thing.

The potential misunderstanding between us arises because I view clarity (within the confines of the world of reason) to be the false sense that we understand something, thus resulting in discarding anything that contradicts that understanding and/or anything that is superfluous regarding that understanding.

You are speaking from the standpoint that my view of clarity has been conquered/overcome.

That's interesting in and of itself.

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Last Edited by Jonny Blaze on 09/06/2012 11:07 AM
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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So, would you say that 'clarity' is an enemy of reason and not intent?

Or, put in terms of 'tonal' and 'nagual'; clarity is one of the enemies of 'tonal', but cannot be applied to 'nagual'?

That makes sense in an odd way.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Not at all. Clarity is merely being free of bias. If reasoning is done properly, it is fairly free of bias as well.
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals


Ah. I see. Your view of clarity is idealistic. I think we are both getting at the same thing.

The potential misunderstanding between us arises because I view clarity (within the confines of the world of reason) to be the false sense that we understand something, thus resulting in discarding anything that contradicts that understanding and/or anything that is superfluous regarding that understanding.

You are speaking from the standpoint that my view of clarity has been conquered/overcome.

That's interesting in and of itself.

Edit for grammar.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Clarity for me I view as something akin to a clear, frictionless conduit and transference of 'universal information' without distortion. In other words, it can be a pure knowing without a bias to whatever beliefs are held.

Last Edited by Swinging on Spirals on 09/06/2012 11:10 AM
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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So, would you say that 'clarity' is an enemy of reason and not intent?

Or, put in terms of 'tonal' and 'nagual'; clarity is one of the enemies of 'tonal', but cannot be applied to 'nagual'?

That makes sense in an odd way.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Not at all. Clarity is merely being free of bias. If reasoning is done properly, it is fairly free of bias as well.
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals


Ah. I see. Your view of clarity is idealistic. I think we are both getting at the same thing.

The potential misunderstanding between us arises because I view clarity (within the confines of the world of reason) to be the false sense that we understand something, thus resulting in discarding anything that contradicts that understanding and/or anything that is superfluous regarding that understanding.

You are speaking from the standpoint that my view of clarity has been conquered/overcome.

That's interesting in and of itself.

Edit for grammar.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Clarity for me I view as something akin to a clear, frictionless conduit and transference of 'universal information' without distortion. In other words, it can be a pure knowing without a bias to whatever beliefs are held.
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals


That is what I suspected. I assume that is because you are a natural dreamer.

Clarity for me is viewed as something that nearly ended my life in '02, because I over indulged in the false sense of understanding it gave me. But at the same time, I knew on some level that clarity was what I indulged in the most. So I stalked myself to the point of a confrontation with death. I had a last battle that turned out to be something akin to losing my human form by breaking the human mold. My mind collapsed and I very nearly died. Perhaps I did in a way.

As a result, the only way I can keep my view of clarity in check while operating within the world of reason is to act without believing I am capable of owning your view of clarity. The only way your view is accessible to me is in those few moments in time when I am confronted with the unknowable.

But, in my view, that's how a stalker must proceed. That's how a stalker is geared.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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Yeah, I can see how our view are different, and why.

I can't imagine how much my dream state must make me 'see' things differently than others. Something that is natural for me, is so unnatural for others.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
Jonny Blaze (OP)

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09/06/2012 11:43 AM

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"Straight" men want a fist in their hungry hypocritical holes!
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he he he. What do we have here? No ordinary shill.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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09/06/2012 11:45 AM

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Yeah, I can see how our view are different, and why.

I can't imagine how much my dream state must make me 'see' things differently than others. Something that is natural for me, is so unnatural for others.
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals


That's why we must share. Brother-in-law our way forward.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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09/10/2012 11:13 AM

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It was in the spring of '04, just before my experiment with the live TV news...which took place before my experiment with the lightning. Since my mood at that time seemed to be subject to the seasons, I was feeling a little bit 'manic', which concerned me.

Everyday I would walk to class along the same route. I would see the same familiar buildings, trees, cars, ect.

The laundry room was situated to the southeast of my apartment and balcony. One day, I got up and noticed something that I had never noticed before. There was a bike adjacent to the laundry room; a bike rack I could plainly see from my balcony. There was a red Harley Davidson motorcycle parked on it. It looked brand new.

As I walked to the bike rack, I was more and more sure that the bike rack had not been there the day before. Positive. I could clearly remember the few days before walking to the office right over this ground and the bike rack was not here. I had been walking right past this spot every day, sometimes twice a day, and had never noticed it. I could have sworn it was just a patch of grass.

As I looked at the bike rack, it looked old, the concrete looked weathered. I dug at a corner and looked at the top of a wooden post at the corner...it looked old too. It looked like it had been there for years and years. But this couldn’t be so, because god dammit I REMEMBER walking over this very patch of ground and yesterday it was GRASS, not a 20 yr old bike rack. How is this possible? No one could have put that there overnight? I must be losing it.

Since I was studying geology, I had a Brunton Compass. I used it to precisely measure the angle from my balcony to the middle of the bike rack and it was S45E. Exactly southeast. How many days had I sat on that balcony and fed the birds? Southeast? Exactly? Isn't that the direction Don Juan Matus always insisted was the direction we must face to proceed along the spiritual path to impeccability?

I examined the bike as closely as I examined the bike rack. I figured if anyone was watching me I would look less like a weird crazy person that way. A girl that I previously had slept with approached me as I was examining the bike. I didn't know it at the time of the non-sleeping, but she had a fiancee. She was wanting to get together again. I told her that I was actually in love with someone else. Obviously I wasn't in my right mind, because she was really good in the sack. Just before I sent her on her way, I asked who the bike belonged too.

The bike belonged to a maintenance man who worked for the apartment complex. I tracked him down and had a conversation with him. He seemed normal, and I decided that the bike rack was the source of my anxiety, not the bike. The bike just drew my attention to something I never noticed before.

I never got up the nerve to ask anyone if they remembered seeing the bike rack before now, because people with a history of mental instability cannot afford to ask such questions.

I went to class. When I walked in the classroom I was again struck by the changes. Apparently, in just one weekend, a great amount of remodeling had been done to the classrooms on that floor of that building. New electrical outlets had been put in that ran from the ceiling down to the lab tables.

It was just one more thing that hammered on my sense of stability. My reason was under fierce attack. A lady walked into the class and seemed very nervous as she proudly bragged about how quickly the remodeling work was done and how great it looked. I tried not to think too much about the possibility that this was 'an agreement'.

I came to the conclusion that this 'bike rack' was my 'place of power' and tried to let go of the compulsion to over-analyze it. I began to go there and sit cross legged while I stopped my inner dialogue. It did seem to help me keep my reason intact enough to carry on with the simplest of routines necessary to maintain ones life...at least for a time...until he showed up.

Edit: The underlined portion isn't correct. I did not dig at the corner at that time. The corner was dug up later.

Last Edited by Jonny Blaze on 09/17/2012 08:11 AM
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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09/10/2012 11:26 AM
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Hope that's the kind of knowledge you're looking for - if you meant life lessons and words of wisdom, I apologize. peace
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No need to apologize. I meant this to be a place where people can share their personal 'tales of power'.
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mine would have to be constant "coincidences" or synchronicities. Like just now, I started reading this thread, right after I walked past a book I just found at the thrift store called "tales of power" that I wasn't sure if i was going to read or not, because it seems weird. now I know to read it:)
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09/10/2012 11:33 AM

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Hope that's the kind of knowledge you're looking for - if you meant life lessons and words of wisdom, I apologize. peace
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No need to apologize. I meant this to be a place where people can share their personal 'tales of power'.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze



mine would have to be constant "coincidences" or synchronicities. Like just now, I started reading this thread, right after I walked past a book I just found at the thrift store called "tales of power" that I wasn't sure if i was going to read or not, because it seems weird. now I know to read it:)
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 21288431


It's nice to hear of others who look for the mystery around us. As long as you don't strip your clothes off and walk down the street naked you should be ok. ;)
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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09/10/2012 11:41 AM
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It did seem to help me keep my reason intact enough to carry on with the simplest of routines necessary to maintain ones life...at least for a time...until he showed up.
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And then....?
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09/10/2012 11:44 AM

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It did seem to help me keep my reason intact enough to carry on with the simplest of routines necessary to maintain ones life...at least for a time...until he showed up.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


And then....?
 Quoting: ArunaLuna


In due time, AL. In due time. I've talked about him in the past...indeed I believe when I first started posting on GLP I think I started a thread about him.

There are a few things that happened just before he showed up that I need to address first.

Then I will re-write my encounter with him...trying not to leave anything out.

But the time isn't quite right for that yet.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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09/10/2012 12:01 PM
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Cool... popcorn
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09/11/2012 04:40 AM

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It did seem to help me keep my reason intact enough to carry on with the simplest of routines necessary to maintain ones life...at least for a time...until he showed up.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


And then....?
 Quoting: ArunaLuna


In due time, AL. In due time. I've talked about him in the past...indeed I believe when I first started posting on GLP I think I started a thread about him.

There are a few things that happened just before he showed up that I need to address first.

Then I will re-write my encounter with him...trying not to leave anything out.

But the time isn't quite right for that yet.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Oh dear, please go on, you have left us hanging. Tell us about the HIM that showed up.

Also, the bike rack, maybe you slip between dimensions or times. Angels are working on all of us constantly, doing repairs, maybe they whisked you out for angelic surgery and brought you back to a slightly different reality. They do this in a split second. Perhaps the bike rack reality
was a better one for you.

Ever lost something and looked and looked, then find it exactly where you already looked ten times?

Also, I don't know how it is possible w the drugs you take,
but the healing you described sounded like the work of the Holy Spirit. At one point in your life did you accept Jesus?? Perhaps as a child? I actually think this is the answer. The Holy Spirit has been busy w miracles concerning you and you never even guessed he was real.

THANKS

Last Edited by Who is Blue Fairy on 09/11/2012 05:25 AM
John 14:27
"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."
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09/11/2012 05:48 AM
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Does the stoned religious experience counts?
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09/11/2012 10:59 AM
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My dreams are getting more intense again.

Last night I dreamed of a unicorn, LMAO!

It was running through the woods, coming straight at me. I ducked inside a doorway and it followed me in. It was extremely excited. Then, it started nudging my face, over and over, like it was trying to kiss me.

blink
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.

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