John Lear may be wrong about Christ

From a vibrational point of view, it is interesting how many people have trouble saying "I love you" or "please forgive me."

Words are vibrational: some higher than others.

I have a relative who could never say "I love you" or "forgive me" but if he stubs his toe he will stop and curse for a good five minutes...

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we call this an "anger issue" when in reality, it is supernatural influence upon him.

It is no surprise that he is from a bloodline that is valued by the secret societies and that his family has historically been involved in same...

Some do appear to have a better time dealing with the demonic influence and much like someone who listens to metal music and still maintains loving balanced relationships, they probably cope differently with the "gifts" they are given...

the dowser I know is a very nice and entertaining man... one of my favorite people, in fact... but he did get cancer a few years ago, he had to overcome and he likely has other issues he deals with his own way...

he is also a professing Christian, but does not practice daily or even weekly, a Christ-centered walk...

he has family who see spirits and he told me he can put his hands upon you and transfer his abilities... this is an interesting energetic aspect of these types of gifts I would say is probably vibrational...

he was also valued for a time in secret societies and comes from a family who have been involved in same...

We might all consider how much easier it is for some of us to curse or use rude perverse words, than to say "please forgive me" I am sorry" or "I love you" and what this might mean...

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This youtube vid is a transcription of a man who had an NDE and was shown the different demonic realms and actually how they impact us...

It is gross to consider what kind of ugly critter might be insinuating itself inside of you like a parasite when you allow with your free-will, thoughts of perverse or ugly nature...

consider that I don't even have to illustrate what I am talking about: you know.

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The title is mis-named, IMO, since it seems like basic spiritual knowledge we should all be aware of... this was interesting; youtube:

If You're a Christian You BETTER WATCH THIS!!! PLACEBO

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I was just re-reading this and was thinking about how the supernatural plays into this. According to "Dark Mission" NASA was using a lot of geometry, numerology and astrology in determining when to launch certain missions.

This is occult practice thumbprint 101...

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According to people who have conjured demons using this type of shenanigan, we can suppose that for some reason NASA was using the missions to do the same...

When rock albums are made they are often cursed with demonic influence to empower them...

this is the real power of mind-control: opening someone up to supernatural powerful energy...

the first Obama/Romney debate it was apparent somebody "forgot" to turn on Obama's "magic"... (ever see the vid of Clinton looking all zombified before a tv presentation?) these dudes are mannequins for demonic energy... sort of similar to rock stars on drugs getting into certain zones... many of them have talked about the power they feel they have over the crowd and how they feel possessed...

back to NASA: I wonder what they were really doing with these missions?

1969... were they bringing in new energies to inaugurate the 70s defeat of 60s values? prepping for the me-generation 80s?

I think it is interesting that on of the names of the astronauts was "Todd"... we have John Todd telling us his name used to be Collins and they are some of the highest level druid family peeps... we have Matt Todd, who was born w special abilities he practices to this day...

It doesn't sound like a small cabal within NASA was in charge...

According to John Todd the magic show is run by lucifer... culture is initiating all of us... maybe the NASA program was just a precursor to the ultimate deception of ET fake invasion?

Hey John, why do you think Christianity is the only religion ET talks trash about during abduction experiences?

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JFK

One take I have not heard is that JFK was a set-up from the start.

I have heard this about Princess Diana... that they were planning to use her as a blood sacrifice all along...

But no one I know of has said this about JFK, even though he is America's supposedly first Catholic president, his dad was very much an insider, there were reports Joe Kennedy was payed off when JFK was killed, and JFK himself did everything short of give the finger to the pope to get himself killed...

He tried to print his own money, he threatened the cia, he opposed the war in Vietnam, he was planning a smarter way to subvert the main army by instituting the special forces, he gave a speech at the Waldorf outing the existence of secret society's illicitly controlling things, he slept with other men's wives...he planned to end the cold war, opposed the military industrial complex, was planning to expose the ufo topic, ... I mean, what didn't that dude do to get himself killed in a grandiose manner...?

then we have the fact reported by Jim Marrs that ALL of the Kennedy boys who have been killed, right up to JFK jr., were killed in the same sidereal hour... cosmic time based on celestial movements...

now we are back to the occult...

it seems quite plausible that JFKs real purpose was to traumatize America... maybe he was programmed to do this...? he had health issues which might account for some balderdash, but if he really wanted to get things done, he seems to have been less than subtle...

maybe because he had health issues and was not going to live long, Joe Sr. gave him up for the important role of sacrificial figure...?

Freeman has some good info on how he believes Clinton's affair scandal was designed to demoralize the presidency... Bush jr.s bumrush into office was designed to demoralize the election system... and Obama? I forget, aside from the fact that he might be a clone of Akhenaten... and he certainly demoralized a lot of people...

There are some fascinating coincidences between LIncoln and JFK I used to think might mean they were the same spirit... now I am not so sure about reincarnation and I tend actually not to believe it, based on testimonies on my list... so if the whole game is occult, it makes sense that there would be numerology and astrology match-ups...

of course the one thing I am leaving out is God's design...

It reminds me of the weather... so many variables it is impossible to accurately predict all the time ... God's over-all plan is what the occult has to work within... that' s why truth is always important... 911 so obviously not what we are told... almost like any free will spirit seeking truth can't miss it...

there are natural cycles the occult work within... for that matter there are natural cycles farmers used to work within and people who make tinctures and essential oils still do...

I think God forbids using His design for personal benefit because they are so powerful and because they ultimately serve to separate us from Him...

I found all kinds of ways to heal myself but if I had enough faith I would have been healed by God... it seems like the Bible is forbidding things that feed our egos or detract from this important Divine connection this life is meant to foster.

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In response to a thread about the perverse sexual content in some of the Bible:

Bible also says to perform blood sacrifice... but Christ came to change the consciousness of humanity... and make us aware that even our thoughts have consequences...

fortunately, Christ also allows that we are not perfect...

most of the quotes that we might consider perverse by today's standards appear to be in the Old Testament...

The Romans used to slaughter each other when politicians changed office... according to Plutarch... we don't do that anymore either...

We have to consider God's plan and design and our own free-will consciousness and how that has changed over time...

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The Bible ultimately reflects human consciousness and God's plan and design within that...

he gave us free-will...

we have exercised this differently at different times in our history...

I think this topic (sexual perversions in the OT) is a great illustration of that...

and there are others...

It makes the Bible all the more profound to me, to consider this and to know it is a divinely inspired and encoded book, even by secular standards...

anyone who wants to think the Bible is just a book written by men have not researched the topic honestly...

uncle mikey has some interesting vids that illustrate this, as do others...

language is inextricably part of creation...

"in the beginning was the word..."

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Coptic Christians in Egypt were crucified and attacked just before 911 in Egypt...

they somehow found out about the attack in August, 2001...

ah, August 2001... such a beautiful time to be alive...and ignorant...

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[link to www.1041thetruth.com]

When I was in Jr. High School, my mother sent me to a small private Adventists school for two years, before sending me to a small private East Coast prep school...

I always resented both choices... :)

I resented the Adventist School because the education was a joke, in terms of real academic studies. I never reflected on the religious aspect until years later. But the difference between the two institutions was startling.

Prep School was full of insecure spoiled pop culture kids who complained and under-achieved as much as possible. I liked everyone and was generally well-liked, but the over-all tone was strange to me at first. No one liked being there. If they did they didn't admit it or talk about it. There was a lot of peer ridicule and mean-spiritedness, though I don't think my peers were bad people. I think they thought it was cool or even friendly to be ridiculing and cruel at times, to each other. This is probably because all of us were tv/film kids and we reflected this culture, which was increasingly programming a cynicism and mean-spirited, egoic spirit. You can hear this more than ever today in the way young people talk to each other. They often insult each other as a means to connect and let the others know you are cool. We studied the Bible as Literature and the teachers were generally secular and dismissive of God and religion.

In contrast, the adventist school was full of kids who were supportive of each other and always seemed to try to be good and kind to each other. They seemed generally happy and when they reflected the culture at large they did so through the lens of a Christ-centered perspective. I often heard of people who went to public schools as having a difficult time during Jr. High, especially since this is when kids are going through puberty, but for me it was a generally pleasant time and even older kids we were in contact with (unlike in public schools) daily showed a kindness that was very rare in prep school. We read the Bible as a living document and the teachers were very kind and supportive, with a Godliness that was palpable.

So this now seems like an interesting contrast to me. The education from prep school enabled me to excel in a satanic culture, but the Adventist school was a much better model from a human perspective.

some fun metaphysical writing...

THE LOBSTER ROLL KING – A Fable Guide

I am the Lobster Roll King.
I will track down everything
To do with succulent claws
And the mercurial tails
Shooting through the sea skies
With black beady eyes…
And hotdog rolls! The hilarity
Of hotdog rolls tucked with the gold of fleshy delights--
And a slash of mayo or butter on grilled
Buns…so furious! So fully done.
The girls and boys of summer
Cannot produce a better salty fruit…
Yay, I am the Lobster Roll King
I will track down everything
To do with its creation.
(a grand and perhaps divine explosion, amidst the countless and
varied explosions of all creation and destruction.)

My start was late in the season of twenty-eleven.
I was fishin’ with my gramps in St. Joe, the family skiff,
Casting dead bait and hooks where there should be
Stripers feeding in the river mouths of Southern Maine.
There was the mighty Saco, the Mousam, the Kennebec, Branch Brook…
The magnificent fish were comin’ at us pretty hard…
We was hittin’ “death brook” like massive Indians
With spring bear hunger…and Jim Beam, too,
And O’Doul’s for my Gramps, who was piloting and “recovering”
all the while…
Maybe it was the whiskey speaking,
Or maybe I was feeling guilty for my mother’s religion,
But I began to know something which from that night forward
Would alter my life irrevocably like the great never-end...
I had just cast a long sideways line when
Suddenly! I felt the jerk and pull
As the fish would run with the hook
And I tightened my reel a bit and gave a long quick haul
On the rod and BAM! The line ran out the other way—
I was pullin’ in a big line…pull…reel…pull…reel…
And when it felt like it was getting close
It got farther away and then just when I thought
It was off the line or broke away
It pulled up and jumped from the choppy deep blue…
AN ENORMOUS BLUE, GREEN AND MAGENTA COLORED LOBSTER!!
--Strategically lined with yellow spots and bright golden feet
Like some kind of disco-camouflaged pimped-out crustacean--
Jumped up and hovered before me on it’s massive rotating tail,
Churning the sea with a stormy snarling and smashing
Its gargantuan claws snapping and clashing a racket
raised up high in the air well above my head!
And after an eternal moment passed,
A voice arose from above the din in a thunderous bellow,
As if through an opening in the clouds where streams of sunlight
Were falling to the sea, but really the skies were cloudless and
blue,
As far as I could remember,
Except where the sun shone upon us in an angry white glare…
And there the voice was strongest--
Saying:
You silly fool! Look at how massive and gorgeous this lobster is!
I made it and I had my reasons and in the same way I now declare:
YOU ARE THE LOBSTER ROLL KING
You search for everything
To do with lobsters and their land-lubbing applications,
Specializing in the most sacred form: The Lobster Roll.

Who are y…? I what!? I who!? I exclaimed in a form of surprise that
was shock.
I knew right away this wasn’t the drink because I could see the
look on my gramp’s face...
Blurry though it was, and it wasn’t good, not in any such way…
No, no mate, you got me wrong, I said, I ain’t against Lobsters,
We’re fishin for sea bass, like around three feet long or more and
full of fun!
I was gonna cut this one free soon as I unhooked it.
I got nuthin to do with your lobster and kings and rolls…
I’m an American! An’ this is a meritocracy, for Corpus Christi!
Unless you been hangin’ with politicians…
So get me out a’ your sights for now and forever
Cuz as far as I’m concerned your mangy lobster’s goin’ right
back in the briny stew
It creates.

But the voice rose again, louder this time and more angry-like:
You are the Lobster Roll King! You are the Lobster Roll King!!
You will search everything…
I could not stand against it somehow
And then the voice began to undulate like the smooth swells of the
sea, louder and then softer, fatherly and motherly in tone and
expression, until it began to sing with the voice of a thousand
harpies, drawing all of my being into its presence and supplicating
me
until resolving itself into the most beautiful feminine song I had
ever heard and all I could feel was love! A crazy love. A love to die
for. A forever love that must always exist but that I seemed to have
overlooked my entire life until this moment.

And so, strange as it may sound, I got this calling about Lobster
Rolls, though I can’t say that I ain’t had a civil war going on
inside me ever since, on account of fighting the aristocratic bent of
the thing. Then too, I forget and resist and suspect it all the time,
and yet so far as I’ve found, there ain’t no way to stop it.

:)

Cont.

Perry's Nut House

Fishing. One of the only truly sane occupations a body could take to. It’s fun and rewarding and can feed a family in less time than a regular job, if the fish are running. You may ask how it comes to one to be so blessed? It helps if the system has already driven you to the brink of insanity, so much so that you know what it smells like and to what extent the delirium of chaos manifests itself just a little beyond the norm. Yes, I been there and it ain’t pretty. Interesting, stimulating and rewarding, yes, but a terrible danger rearing it’s head up in a scary minute like a bear through an electric fence, ass first and looking for honey.

So that about explains it. That and bees. My next encounter with those who would make me be king of the mighty homarus Americanus happened in the bee yard. I was splitting a hive without a suit on when something started shaking the hive! I grabbed on tight and thought about if I should make a run for it, as once the bees get shook enough they will be loaded for bear at me. I bore all my weight down on the hive but still she trembled and squirmed and so finally I got stung, once, twice, three times and I was just about sick of it and ready to make a run for it, as in a moment I sensed a whole swarm was screaming up to let me have it…when it started to snow a funny-looking kind of white snow that looked sort of fake but melted on my hand just like snow.

All the sudden a white light glared out from everywhere and I was stopped in my tracks, surrounded by a yellow golden light in which movement felt like molasses uphill on a cold plate. Oh, I could move—about 3 inches a minute. I could see the bees and the snow in the pretty golden light, all flying ever so slowly to avoid the snowflakes. And there, as I looked over, was the swarm of angry bees I was concerned about, all in slow-motion like me, as I turned to slow-motion run out of there. The next thing I knew for sure was I was in a room with green laser lights permeating everything and then I saw my bees too! Damn! I thought, they even abduct bees! “Hey now! Leave my bees alone! You all is gonna get in trouble with the big Boss upstairs,” I said, looking up to notice a window looking out into the cosmos…

Answers. I need answers quick, I thought. Who in the world would know what to make of these turns of events? Lobster Roll Kinging and now bees in space! I only knew one dude who could provide some insights into my malaise, wisteria, whatever you might call the supernatural and inconvenient. This would require a roadtrip to the Nut House, where my boy John Lamm works telling fortunes and selling nuts.
Perry’s Nut House is an institution of the odd and quirk-loving. They also sell good nuts.
“What do you want from me? I am just a clerk of nuts…” John said when I found him.
“Lamm, you only sell nuts to make some bred. I need to know about the nature of the universe. And although the pay isn’t great, that is what you do best.”
“Ah, now flattery and insults or is it just life that is so interconnected?” John smiled. “The archons take many forms and so you never know if that is what has been imposing itself upon you—the false god who thinks he is god and all of his minions.” John thought for a minute. “It is written, ’You shall know them by their deeds.’”
“Are there so many that are so bad?” I asked. “I mean, seems like everything here is based on opposites. Would we have the same highs without the lows?”
“Through the cycle of lifetimes we will all transcend this density.”
“But if everyone really believed they was coming back here, we would have to set up a system whereby I could get my favorite fishing lures back and stuff!” I said excitedly, realizing a solution to one of life’s greatest quandaries: why can’t ya take it with ya when ya die!? “I can just leave my tackle with my monastery and we will set up some kind of system to find me again when I’m reincarnated! People will want the same convenience so membership should be a breeze. Some might use institutions of higher learning. Talk about Alma Mater. Easy.”
“Don’t get carried away. There seems to be no chance that you can convince enough people to do as you suggest and anyway the Divine seems to have another song in mind.”
“So how would you turn down the titles and pomp of royalty?” I asked.
“Very carefully.”

Past Lives deception

According to Roger Morneau the past-life/future-life phenomenon is a deception by demon spirits/fallen angels...

It seems that if we free-will ourselves into an occult form of magic called hypnosis... something that according to Morneau had been with-held by the occult until modern times, when it was decided by lucifer to introduce it as a science and empower those who practice it with certain abilities...

It seems sort of obvious, when you think about it, that if we did have past lives we would have a system in place to maintain our belongings throughout life-times.

It is also quite telling how powerful demon spirits must be, simply in terms of understanding human nature over centuries, knowing where treasures and other information must be, aside from other specific abilities they apparently have, like impersonating loved ones...

this is a good argument for why NDEs are not truly reliable... "near death" does not seem far enough to know exactly what will happen...

:)

More Creative Writing based on esoterica


Diary of a Location Scout: NYC Tailor Shops – Part 1 of 4

By Chris Scout


“I make clothes for people who don’t like their names mentioned.”

On the mahogany shelves that lined his showroom were portraits of some of these nameless people for whom he designed. None looked familiar, yet they all seemed as if they had stepped out of the pages of some faux-advertisements for wealthy living. In each portrait stood a man or a couple, never a single woman, in front of some luxurious craft or other: yachts, expensive cars, private jets, magic carpets… “What have I gotten myself into?” I thought. “Was this man some kind of sartorial magician for a dark and spooky secret society? Was he my sixth degree of separation from the global hegemony cult?”

I was on a job for a well-known Internet mega-brand. They had asked me to find the best tailor shops in New York City, to be used as a location for their ad campaign. Although I was used to interesting requests, I had no idea I would find myself face to face with a man who dresses the global aristocracy.
“You mean bankers, industrialists and drug cartels?” I thought but instead replied casually, “Of course. That sounds fun.”
The man, a graying elderly Italian gentleman, had an air of quiet sophistication, the kind that would allow the über-rich to both envy and befriend him. Every movement he made was as effortless and graceful as the clothes he designed. “Note to self,” I thought, “Must spend more time with this man.” I actually began to calculate how long it would take me to save up enough money to afford one of his suits and still keep myself in the sushi circuit.
“Ten months,” I said aloud.
“What?” he asked. Without waiting for my reply, he proceeded to carry on and I noticed how wonderfully his accent could smooth over anything that might be confusing or outrageous. “The people who come to me don’t know what they know. I tell them and they open their eyes…”
“Good. Good…” I managed to muster. Lost in the strange compelling aura of this man’s seemingly benign form of megalomania, it became difficult to focus. A strange thought occurred to me: maybe he was the reason… but for what? Feeling confused, I fell back on my purpose for being there and reached for my camera. “Is it ok if I take some snaps?”
“No, no. Yes. Of course, of course. Take, take,” he said.
“They need to see the space,” I explained to him as I brought the camera to my face. “I think they will like the wood details,” I said under my breath as I clicked away.
The shop was perfect for the job I was working on and I knew it would be in the running. It had wood-paneled walls, shelves and ceilings. Classic brass beaded leather club chairs, a couch, and a fantastic Tiffany chandelier hanging over a long central table with yards of beautiful fabric of every color. I took some snaps, scouting the front room from corner to corner. Checking the time and the direction the windows faced.

“It faces south,” he offered when he saw my compass.
It was then that I realized he was bored with the fabulousness of his life. He was only too happy to have me around taking such a keen interest in the place. He seemed intrigued by someone who was not a member of the elite group that comprised his world.
“The clients, they come into here and I make them a drink and decide the fate of their lives.”
“Wow! That sounds like a big responsibility.” I couldn’t help but entertain his guile and egotistical charm. It was oddly comforting to think of this man deciding the fates of people who seem so in charge of everything.
“Yes. They are so lost, many of them. They cannot see where they want to go and the cloths, they transform them and really take them further. And these are people who think they have already come so far. Ha! They have just crossed the street…”
“Do you mind if I take some pictures including you in the shot?” I asked. “The client might want to use a real tailor.”
“Of course. Should I get a tape?” he replied as if my request was only to be expected. In his life he is always the center of everything. He disappeared and came back with a suit jacket and a measuring tape.
“Here is a suit I am working on,” he said, walking to a stand on which a suit was lined with stitch marks and loose fabric. “Do you see this bolt of fabric?” As he held it up I took a picture of him, the epitome of old school tailoring, holding up a stick with fabric spooled onto it.
“Feel this,” he sighed.
I felt a fabric that did not feel so much as it seemed to float or to transport itself through my fingers. I grasped the spool and clenched my hand as if I had found wreckage from a flying saucer.
“Hey! Be careful!” he exclaimed dryly. “This is $20,000 worth of fabric.”
My jaw dropped as I tried to fathom the absolute silliness of wearing a garment that ounce for ounce was approaching the price of gold. He seemed not to notice my incredulity.
“Young children in Tibet climb high up to plateaus where a rare breed of llama lives. The llama cannot live below a certain altitude, like a fish from deep within the ocean cannot survive near the surface. So the only way to get the wool is to send children to collect it from the rocks and bushes where the animals shed as they rub against things while foraging for food.”
“A sweatshop without a shop,” I thought, loosening my grip.
“Yes!” he replied as if hearing my thoughts. “There have been attempts to breed them but so far no one has managed it.”

I scouted the space and went home, certain that my clients would love this location. However, a man who made a living sewing my yearly rent into a suit might not be very reliable. As usual, I gauged an intangible meter within myself: How much did he like me? The answer was: Just enough to agree to entertain a photo shoot so long as it was very little trouble.

A few days later, after my clients had selected his shop, I called him up and said, “Congratulations! They would like to use your shop.”
“Oh. What is it?” He was very convincing at seeming to have forgotten the purpose of my visit.
“Remember, I was scouting for a photo shoot?” I said. “Well, they love your space. We’ll be around twelve people,” I said, knowing it would be more like twenty and that he would never count anyway.
“Well…” he seemed to be thinking up an obstacle.
I didn’t give him the chance: “I need to get your full address for the insurance form,” I said. “There’s no need to worry. We will cut you a check the day of the shoot. Can you please tell me the exact address? I can’t wait to see you again!”
He told me the address and finally seemed happy after I explained everything to him again, repeatedly mentioning the international fame of the photographer who would be taking the pictures.

The day of the shoot I showed up early to let the crew into the location and to greet the clients who were flying in from California. No one had arrived yet. The tailor welcomed me.
“I don’t know,” he said.
I gave him my full attention and waited for him to explain what he meant.
He knit his brow and asked, “Do you think I should?”
“What?” I asked, curious and alarmed.
“Maybe we should do it another day?”
“Do what?” I asked and then it dawned on me - he was talking about the photo shoot! There were thousands of dollars and multiple professionals all coming together for this one event and he was wondering if he should change his mind.
“Oh, come on!” I said, careful not to sound frantic or angry. I realized that if I showed that I was upset or anxious he would shut everything down immediately. I didn’t miss a beat and said the one thing I knew might win him over: “It’s going to be fun!”

Montauk Project

According to Roger Morneau's testimony on the occult, the entire project sounds like high-level sorcery involving reptilians, greys, mind-controlled participants and thousands of young boys.

According to Al Bielek, the young boys were brought in from cities across America, through their advanced machinery or trucked in.
He also says they lost many many boys in these machines that supposedly were able to access other dimensions and time lines.

Not many Christians want to consider this type of information.

God's creation is infinite in potential and he has given humanity incredible power through free-will.

I have heard Hawaiians shamans are able to "fire-walk" on volcanic lava. I have heard of a circle of Hawaiians able to suit around a tree and holding hands, meditate the tree to grow many feet in a matter of hours.

The Bible, interestingly, specifically forbids this kind of behavior. It seems likely that this kind of behavior leads to egoic self-worship or pagan worship of God's creation, ignoring God or causing a separation from God.

The nature of this reality appears to be incredibly permeable... there is some thing quite profound about the nature of God. Anything is possible that we can conceive with our free-will. This likely reflects God's infinite potential. As His free-will creations, we are easily distracted and tend towards rebellion. Rebellion is perhaps some distortion of God's nature, which is omnipotent.

So, is time travel real? Probably. But what it actually means is perhaps not the way we perceive with our limited senses and intelligence.

From God's point of view, we are to use this time in this reality to appreciate God and each other, not to pursue self-centered potentials. You can argue that pagan worship is personifying God's creation, which is self-reflection of nature above God, or at the very least a separation from God.

It becomes pretty profound to realize that this reality is not so solid as we like to think, but is in fact a reflection of our free-will consciousness... as designed by God. Anything is possible at any time.

If Al Bielek is as sincere as he sounds, his experience predicted massive earth changes by 2010. His predictions have not occurred. In some sense they have occurred, as some of the major global events that have happened seem to relate to his future time travels.

It seems like time travel technology may very well be a part of govt. technology. Yet we continue to move towards the "end times" scenario.

It seems likely that in the "end times," Christ followers will be rounded up and persecuted because their consciousness will become problematic to the magicians desiring to control the human consciousness ever more...beyond what Christian consciousness, which is more God-centered, will allow.

It will be like a poet desiring to write a poem and finding his vocabulary to be limited. He will be driven to steal a dictionary, a thesaurus and if necessary, to remove anyone blocking him from expressing himself to the fullest extent he desires. He can even say that God gave him the right to do this, via free will. This is undoubtedly why God will allow this. Yet, it is a perilous and apocalyptic passion.

I wonder if they are aware of this and if this means we could find ourselves in a surreal time where time seems to spin its wheels, as the magicians try to destroy the Christ-centered people with their own free-will.

From God's point of view, this is like a man not growing into wisdom, but rather choosing to play in a sand box and flail about seeking greater and greater distractions.

:)

Rick Strassman - Spirit Molecule

I wrote Rick and asked him if their were any Christ-centered people involved in his DMT experiments and if there were any differences in the experience they had.

Interestingly, there were no Christ-centered people involved.

I wanted to know if he thought someone who is Christ-centered would have a different experience. I suspect the answer would be yes. I suspect that is why I have generally had good experiences on entheogens--having been raised in a Christian background. I may have fallen quite far from this aspect of my upbringing, but I never thought to renounce my upbringing. I suspect if you are Christ-centered, it will be unlikely that you will encounter some of the darker beings on the other side. My experience on mushrooms a couple of years ago, where I thought I was seeing ascended masters, maybe because the default for people of love and light is to access the "positive" fallen angels of the luciferian deception.

This is based on Carolyn Hamlett and Roger Morneau's testimonies.

I would guess that most of the people associated with the Montauk Project had little spiritual intelligence and no Christ-centered consciousness. Rather these people likely had demon attachments.

:)

Problems with Montauk Project

One psychic, according to Larry James, did not like the project and killed many of the other psychics, psychically.

Preston Nichols and Duncan consciously decided to destroy the project by creating a monster from Duncans mind. I would say that the technology and Duncan were combined to access demonic entities and potentialities.

It almost seems like humans do not like the prolonged and extreme separation from God a project like this creates.

"Something there is that does not like a wall."

--Frost

More thoughts:

New Yorkers lived with the Twin Towers in a way people live with pets or their own homes...

Imagine if your home burns down--it was that literal. Something we were used to seeing every day was gone! My good friend had a tattoo of the twin towers on his neck--I am sure he wasn't the only one, but just the reality of this horrible event looming over us by the lack of fits presence...we could no longer look in a general direction of the city we all were accustomed to looking, without seeing and remembering...was an awful and yet eye-opeing experience.

The first project I did with Street Art was to use polaroids. I had just finished a job, casting some ad, in late August and happened to have 700 frames of polaroids. They cost a buck a piece, so I probably wouldn't have thought to do this, but God gave me my supply.

In the years before 911 happened, I had been increasingly enamored of graffiti and Street Art. My apt was small and in 2000 I began making sculptures with mostly found objects. Since I didn't have a lot of space, I would just put them outside on the street in funny places. I noticed they didn't last long--people were taking them.

In the weeks after 911, perhaps because the event made us all realize in a very obvious manner, how permeable and impermanent our reality was, it occurred to me to use polaroids as my "tag," both co-opting the icon of polaroid and creating a form of conceptual art that incorporated the Street and Street Art into one expression as a tag: I would simply take pictures of a building with graffiti on it and glue the polaroid to the building in question. I did this to everything from ash trays to fire houses. It was almost as if the tags' immediacy expected the object of their immediacy to disappear at any time. Most of these tags did not last, as people would take them and I eventually met many of the people who were stealing my work--some of them were quite successful artists. Probably had I stuck to that one motif alone, I could have had a successful career in the arts. I could have done infinite variations on this motif. But it felt constricting and although I have a large body of polaroid work, I eventually branched into actual paint on private and city property, until eventually I got arrested and life became a bit difficult.

I remember one person was writing the word "PERMANENCE" on every street corner during this time, as if trying to will the reality to be still.

The 911 event made everyone loosen their grip on reality, and judging by the Princeton Global Consciousness Project, we all knew before-hand, on some unconscious level, what was about to happen. What the Project does not seem to take into account is that on some very significant levels--sigils in the money, films, tv, media--we were all being used to write this tragic poem by the poet-sorcerers who control these media. Of course, the supernatural could have been orchestrating the entire thing, which is why something so massive can happen and some can even profit greatly from it, and yet there is no paper trail or real clue as to how it happened and who did it.

Undoubtedly some know more than others, but I would guess that those who know the most might be almost completely possessed and controlled by spirit demons and ultimately controlled by lucifer himself.

Many who were directly involved, probably have no recollection for the same reason the boys like Preston Nichols and Al Bielek did not remember for many years being involved in the Montauk Project--free-willed into mind-control.

According to people researching this topic, their are now millions of mind-control victims throughout society waiting to be triggered to create chaos or social unrest. Christ-center people will need to be extra vigilant and prayerful in the coming months and years, if only to prevent themselves from something like this. Anyone watching tv is a fool, IMO, and ignorant or trapped into another form of mind-control. This form of separation from God will not be tolerated by the divine if it continues to grow...
When you take time off from tv and view it, it is very obvious what is happening. I still watch films and see it very clearly.

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Interesting posts friend. What is your take on people who have been raised from birth practicing another religion (or general philosophy of life) and not knowing the gospel? It seems that there are still people alive today that live very simple lives but do not need dogma to corrupt their thoughts...

Hey Bro, nice to see you again...

and this is a question that really did a lot to undermine my belief in any religion for a long time...

I will give this some more thought, but for now, my guess is free-will is a bit messy... the luciferian rebellion must have been quite significant to God, so much so that he allowed lucifer to test all of us here and the test is quite rigorous... perhaps God does not want any more rebellious creations without learned humility and wisdom... and really, from God's point of view, we need to be humble, not take our existence fro granted.

God creates and gives free-will to us... it seems like the vast majority of His human creations get caught up in egoic traps... that separate them from Him...

It is interesting to think about it like this, since it implies those who develop a relationship with God and live a Christ-centered walk are rare ...

New Age wants us to think that we are inherently important to the divine without any effort, aside from being overtly evil... they might say something like, if you are 51% good you pass!

Sounds a little watered down...and less special than actually realizing and acknowledging that we live in an intelligent creation and the Creator has a design and plan for us... within His creation... it is probably not all about us and our personal development outside of God's design... which seems to be the purpose of much of the new age jargon...

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I need to check this thread out:

Thread: Sitchin Ancient Alien work is Illuminati Psy-Op tied to Rothschild

and on that note: ouch!

"According to Sitchin's biography on wiki
Sitchin attended London's School of Economics
right along side George Soros.

Lord Rothschild is an instructor at the London
School of Economics.

Sitchin worked in Israel as an editor before writing
his first book "The 12th Planet".

Sitchin came to America in 1952, the very same year
Soros started his Quantum Fund with $1M of Rothschild
Capital. Soros came to America in the same year.

Coincidence ??? keep reading ;)

Sitchin's first book "The 12th Planet" was published
by Berkley Books which is a subsidiary of Penguin
Publishing. Penguin Publishing is owned by Pearson PLC.

The stockholders of Pearson PLC are members of a quai-secret
company called "The Economists Group". Lord Rothschild
is a member of this group and also has another secretive
group within that group called "The Economists Intelligence Unit"
or EIU.

So there is a direct connection between Sitchin and Rothschild.
Rothschild co-financed Sitchin's work through his publishing
company and had contact with him at the London School of Economics.
Therefore, it was Lord Rothschild who helped distribute the Ancient
Alien Agenda.

still not convinced ???

The History Channel's Series of Ancient Aliens
was funded by the Bristol Meyyers Squib Company.
Guess who owns huge stock in Squib ???

Lord Rothschild !!!

still not convinced ???

Sitchin is also a 33rd Deg Master Mason"

and 33rd degree means...he worships lucifer as hid god.

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I do have some conflicting thoughts as to those who live kind humble lives of service to others... it seems like some people are inherently kinder and more compassionate than others... and I don't think the Bible is the final word: God is the final word. The Bible is a good code to go by if you want to understand the true nature of reality and how we should live our life... but there are probably exceptions...

Christ says he comes not for the just, but for the unjust... when he explains why he eats with sinners... he says no one can get to heaven but through him... I think he means, what he represents: compassionate godly living... as much as literally, being aware of the purpose for his sacrifice on the cross... there is a context and this might be part of the rules, on some level...

and this does seem to imply some wiggle room...

it is not for anyone to judge... this is the biggest flaw in modern people, especially Christians... we need to pray for people we discern to be on the wrong path... it is a difficult thing to do, as we are none of us perfect and this brings on insecurity when we see someone doing something we believe in our hearts may be wrong or misdirected...

I just try to inform and let the evidence speak for itself... real truth-seekers can find truth...

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Time travel for Jesus Christ's blood...Duncan Cameron and Al Bielek: the NWO sent Duncan back to collect a blood sample from Christ on the cross... planning to fake a second coming??

When Duncan goes back, Jesus says to him: "I know who you are." and gives him permission to take a sample...

youtube: Al Bielek talks about Duncan Cameron

[link to youtu.be]

minute 1hr 5 minutes--fascinating... they went for a blood sample--Duncan was very arrogant until this experience seeing Christ "look through him"

when Duncan returned he had changed and then decided the Montauk Project was evil after this encounter... and convinced the others to end it... and with Preston's knowledge, they did...

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So the Montauk Project was ended because of Duncan's encounter with Jesus Christ...

This is never talked about...

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Current take...

This reality is consciousness based within the design of God. We have free-will and can express this in seemingly infinte ways, including time travel--oddly, time does not appear to actually exist. What exists is our consciousness within God's creation. When we choose other than God we cause separation.

Listening to Al Bielek, he seems to believe that "aliens" do exist and he was taken to "alpha cantauri" to deal with a group of mafia-type humanoid aliens... they sound suspiciously like darth vader--humanss with machines to keep them alive...

this group is one of the main power brokers on the planet behind the scenes... with infinite resources... at this level of control money is just a contrivance for control and I am starting to believe the entire science of economics which I was schooled in is just rubbish...

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Adam Smith free-market economics appears to have been a front to get us towards a one-world govt. technocracy...

There appear to be different power brokers in some kind of "principality" created by loop-holes in free-will expression granted by God...

So who are the "Wingmakers?"

Just another side of the luciferian deception a little better than the darker side of these principalities?

Or, somehow connected to the divine?

If they are stuck in 3-d technocracy, my guess is the former.

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Beekeeping

As an organic beekeeper, one thing you hardly hear about bee decline is that most beekeepers are taking the honey from the hives and feeding the bees sugar or worse, corn syrup...

try living on sugar for a few months and see if you don't "decline" or just die off... :)

Orchards should cultivate their own bees... they fly 5 mile radius for forage, so I can't imagine this is not feasible...

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Beekeeping

As an organic beekeeper, I want my hives to be pretty full of honey by fall... I may harvest a few frames during the summer or at the end of the season...

the lion's share goes to the bees to over-winter--this is only because I live in a cold climate with long winters...

An analogy to God's plan seems apt, and may be why masons revere the bee... and the bee has been very revered since the time of the pharoahs... through the merovingian kings, to the founding fathers of America...

See Andrew Gough for more on the esoteric aspect of beekeeping... honey is a miraculous substance: it never goes bad, has been known to store seeds for thousands of years, has many anti-bacterial properties, can help heal wounds, is very nutrient dense, is derived under many sacred geometrical principles (hexagon comb, flower geometry)...

Many of the products bees produce is advantageous to humans--the vatican requires their candles to be part bees wax... Alexander the Great was transported encased in honey upon his death, back to Greece...

You may find artists and others covering themselves in bees for effect, but the real challege is to tend bees without protection... their is undoubtedly a spiritual component to tending bees... they seem somehow closer to God than most... they are truly in service to others while maintaining themselves and flourishing...

Oh, to be a bee!

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