The Nephilim are here among you

It might be that their descendants were called "druids." But, the true nephalim were regarded as freaks, used as tools by some and destroyed in "games" of torment. It is no wonder the few that are left are in hiding.

tricky....

yeah druid was not a name we gave ourselves, sorry marion zimmer bradley.

one of my fairly recent ancestors was over 9 feet tall...he's on record. can't hide that! i guess he toured with the circus or something. how ignoble.

i saw it a couple weeks ago, yeah.

i'm not seeing any anomalies in the stores though. new seasons, freddies....nada.

something fun i wrote years ago:

Mystery School

Aug. 10th, 2002 at 1:03 PM

ho baggage
My emotions are my mystery school, pain is my rite of passage, scars upon my body documenting each level I have descended into, transcribed into flesh so that I may never forget the bargains made for the release of my spirit. The only tangible evidence of my self-immolation and debasement. Macro, micro, as above, so below, my heart a shattered mirror, reflecting back to me the pain of the world as my own. My blood shed by my own hand as a means of releasing the tortuous demons that dwell within this body that folds in upon itself, collapses, inert in a bottomless void beyond time or space, familiar black hole. Pain an old friend whom I find so difficult to release, much like the tender mercies of an addictive, abusive lover, or an untrustworthy mother who terrifies her child. Reflection upon choices made, questioning, has the good been there all along, yet remained unrecognizable seen through the glass darkly? Have I grown so overly fond of tragic circumstances that I can no longer transmute the lead to gold?

How I have longed, unrequited, for a safe haven in this world full of madness and hateful lies, where everything is paradox, mirrored shadow box, Raven magic, respite only given when I give in to the abyss. Surrendering to nothingness, my existential crisis exposing every rotten core within every seemingly innocuous belief system; even faith a construct of my consciousness, the little white lies I live by as I struggle to keep myself within familiar parameters that will eventually destroy me. Poised at the edge of a chasm, the Fool plunges to a fool's death, just reward for having placed all bets on illusory beliefs. Holding on to unattainably idealistic flights of fancy, interminably Icarus. Expectations mock me, all of my failures echoes of transgressions in other lives which haunt me yet; is it all for the purpose of tearing down these walls which are of my own construction, so that I may stand flayed alive in the Void, driven insane by the emptiness around me, or is it rather that i shall find myself resurrected by this abyss, sane and whole, no longer a pariah to myself, and finally free of the desire to comprehend anything?

For long I have languished in an apathetic limbo, distrusting the world around me as everything I have tried to come to know has been disproven, vivisected into little peices that fall apart formless. Trust as another lie I tell myself to reassure, another disabling parameter. I reach for the things I think will bring me joy, yet they pass, fleeting, leaving me with hollow grief that slides like quicksilver away from my mind's lecherous grasping. Nothing left to believe in, all is reduced to superstitious ashes, emptiness. I have been going through the motions, all of my actions muted by the apathy that lies within the core of my being, no longer seeking meaning in the shadow of a smile. I have stepped beyond the need to create, replicate, the need to be seen and heard, and returned to do it over, ever on this pathological rebound.

I try not to step on the flowers on my way out, not wishing to disturb the illusions, the sicknesses of others, as I have been where that path would take me; certain crucifixion, sudden death. My way out, yes, stepping off this macabre carousel, lucidly dreaming my way to another level of awareness. For why, I can not yet tell; perhaps to be able to walk tranquily among the raindrops while I am wearing this body of clay, blood and bones which mutter into mold and decay, melding back into the panoramic vista of the dream I have woven in the collective unconscious. Perhaps at last to have learned to allow what is mine to come to me, ceasing, after an eternity, my blind seeking for answers in the eyes of others; free to be loved, to fearlessly be myself. To attain a level of awareness that is fully cognizant of tricks of light and shadow, and thereby walk without judgment towards the unknowable, unbound by guilt or the need to forgive or be lovable.

Hi OP,
What are your suggestions for the ascention period?

As far as I know we should:

Stay in calm
Meditate
Dont panic
Feel the change

There are other author that say that after the change we wont suffer of thirst or hunger, and our bodies will come clean.

What do you think about that? Oh btw, do you think europe will be underwater? lol

thanks!

so i posted this on a whim because something the OP said many pages ago had stuck with me, and at the time i thought of this. i haven't read it for years, so, kindof a trip, i don't do the lucid dreaming anymore, that was an earlier phase.

anyway...lots of things said in this thread that have struck different chords, and i want to say thanks and maybe give something back. :)

don't ask why it says ho baggage, i have no idea, i pulled it off my livejournal.

it was originally written by hand in my journal tho...:P

like oh my stars I am here to bring the divine to be with you all im so picking up really good vibrational energies in my vortex and my environment feels wonderful

wow yes you are all surrounded by angels cause like I can feel them and stuff yes im the wise one look at me I have a wickedly cool cartoon avatar and I play at least 5006 youtube music videos a day

yes im totally divine I can feel good energies and many bad yes im picking up bad energies now oh never mind someone said something nice

yes honey you are beautiful i just threw up in my mouth but it was divine throw up ill spit some out for you eat up

yummy

love you all

im a bird

i don't think you've read the thread...

here is one for your 3rd eye

I second the motion.


sumerians told that anunnaki came and genetically improved (created) humans, therefore the story of nephilim mating with human females are not accurate..

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sumerian's come before bible. sumerians include words eden and adam, therefore, this is where the stories of the bible originated.

it is not a question of believe or disbelieve, you can still do either.

Does your body vibrate intensely, all days long. Such as energy surges in the hands or what you call chi?

>therefore the story of nephilim mating with human females are not accurate..

it is symbolic only..


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Last Edited by Aikan on 10/26/2012 10:34 PM

the stories in the bible are not accurate, either. ;)

I'm not busting on you my friend, but I pose a question.

If you were to write a book about you and your family's life experiences, how wrong would you think it for someone a thousand years from now to read this book and say that what you wrote was not accurate?

that would depend on whether they were reading what i had written, or what someone else had written about my life. honestly, if i were to write my life story, no one would believe it now anyway.

and what about all of the things people DO write that are inaccurate? we've come to a point where nothing is to be trusted.

as we well know, history is written by the historians, who have an agenda with TPTB at the time of writing...not necessarily the people who lived it.

i mean think about it...a thousand years from now i doubt i'd give a crow. i've been thinking a bit about this in the last day actually, how if we were to lose all of our internet and everything that has transpired there...what would we have to show of our current world? not much! because no one is using paper and pen anymore. none of the things we are documenting would survive.

i for one think losing the '2012 is strange' videos would be an absolute tragedy. ;)

think about it...for example, atlantis. what is known of it? nothing, except that the theory is they had technology as well...

who knows true history? the 'druids,' my ancestors, didn't use the written word. neither did the polynesians, or most other indigenous tribal cultures. then you have native american tribes that did rock carvings and whatnot, or the mayans who made a big deal out of recording their stories and then what? to them it was as plain as the writing on the wall, so to speak, and yet here we are placing our own interpretations of their experiences, when we have no way in hell of knowing what the messages really meant in context of that time in history or what life was like then. we can postulate, that is all. so we have all these people interpreting, for example, the mayan calendar...i'm pretty sure we're all wrong. to base any theory on what we know now is a fallacy.

we see this on a day to day level, let's use glp as an example...or general internet dialogues...i mean how often have you written something here and been poorly interpreted?

people see others the way they see themselves. so basically it's all down to interpretation of the reader.

yes i am pulling a gertrude stein and repeating the word 'interpret,' because that is an important key to understanding, or lack of.

so were the tribes who used carvings and writing to record their experiences more intelligent, or less? to what extent does the written language sully true experience? etc. ;)

> OK, appreciate the civil exchange.

It's gogo the troll doing her thing... Ya know a grown woman acting like a 2 year old...troll on gogo! :P

Hey Olympia is pretty nice. Not to big, not to small, and has some great restaurants. Weather can be crappy but Portland's weather can be as well.

dont be mad bro

none of you are divine

deal with it

I was laughing...who's mad? Not me...and who thinks they are divine? Did I ever say that...and if your talking about the peeps on the X thread...your silly...

Your jelousy is showing bad gogo...always having to complain about that thread...you make yourself look like an idiot...but hey if that's how you want to roll that's on you... :P

Am I on a timeframe I have to answer in, I do have a life outside of posting here at GLP ya know?

I have no idea what your question was or I would answer it now.

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