Daily Moon Phases

Monday, November 6, 2017

Belz!


       Oh my goodness! Belz! I was listening to this video interview, and then I went to go look at this man's website. I downloaded the book but haven't even begun reading it yet, because I went to the questions and comments section of the site and began reading. Belz is like the Hierophant in its meaning, connecting beings together through his wisdom. In more ways than one. He's so awesome. So I was down the page a short while, and I had to pause to clean up a little around here and as I was cleaning, I could hear him saying something to me, and I commented back to him that I need my space because I just do. And then after I finished cleaning, I went to continue reading, and oh my goodness, hahaha, it said exactly, in the comment, about the short conversation we had within that fragment of a moment that we communicated while I was cleaning. Extraordinary. He's still helping me. He is so AWEsome! Hahaha. I love him. Thank you Belz.

STRAWMAN - The Real Story of Your Artificial Person - Your Entire Life is a Lie, on Leak Project.






Excerpt: 
                      "Anonymity is not a word describing that which is necessarily an unknown in Nature. In the fictional, legal law realm it merely describes the absence of political or public character (that of a fictional name as evidence of some class and legal status) attributed to a work. And so I, as the exclusive author of this work, choose not to identify myself under any fictional (legally) registered name and or / persona of another for the purposes of this work, including any "natural" or "artificial" legal person, and instead choose to remain anonymous to all such fictional realms." 








Saturday, November 4, 2017

Doctor Strange.

Fucking freaky movie. I just started watching it, and I see some beings jumping through a porthole, from one weird world into another. Wiki Doctor Strange.





I guess you have to be pretty damn intelligent to be a brain surgeon.


There's also a strange full moon tonight. And it sure is strange around here. It has rained all day, and now, this evening, 10:22pm, it has stopped, and when I looked outside, it's all cloudy but there's a pink glow everywhere I look around at the horizon, sort of like the sunset in summer, everything is pink, pink clouds everywhere. If I look straight up, it looks grey but I could see a thin film of pink there too.

That was a great movie. I love the colours where that momo whatever his name was where the loop de loop thing was happening. It's similar to the colours I saw when I travelled into a different kingdom. It was all black, but with these beautiful neon colours here and there, and I loved it! Thanks for making this movie. I love you! Make more cool movies like these.



Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Fine Guarantee.

Fuckers, I'm impressed with you. Gueranteed. Guerrilla fighter.








Is it Royalty? Children of the Sun?  Is that, royalty? Like that? Children of the sun. Hm. Children of the Sun. Hm hmhm. Children of the Sun. What is the Sun. Who is the Sun. What are you? Who are You? Like Lucifer. You lost your ability to use your own head when you were too young to know you had a head to use. But, when those who came along, too strong to resist... you had to surrender, and give it up, to them. At the same time, what and who, were you really, giving it, up, to? You. Who are  you? A lovely thought. Ought to go meditate on it, once in a while. I do fit in somewhere. Hmhm. Hahahaa. Ok. Let's listen to some, more music.







I'll just crush it.
Have you ever felt insecure before? Jya ever feel secure? What's the difference? Because I'm trying to find out how to behave when around certain types of people. You know? Just send all your experienceds to "me" and Thank you. I'll b e  l ea r ning from you. bahy.





Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Falkers. I'm Impressed. You...


   Fixed it. You actually fixed that problem in the computer system. Now we have a well oiled beautifully operating Beast. Thank Goodness.  I can rest at Peace now. Hahaha. Soon as you all'r headed home, I'll leave. Until you are all gone, I will have to stay here. How long do you want to be in my... haha... company?


That's good. Let's go.



Yes. Thank you. Beautifully Well done. Breathless. I had no idea that problem could even BE fixed. I guess I know why now. Hahahaa.... bzt, got a go.







Snakedance 5





Snakedance 7



Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Insects.


   The sound of a black cricket.

What a beautiful sound.

If it wasn't for insects, this place would be...

hahaha, Nothing.

But if we did, all go back to Zero Point, would we be fulfilled? Ready?

Let's just listen to the sound of insects as they sing their song. And enjoy it.



Monday, September 18, 2017

Mister

...you get too close, sparks are gonna fly, and that'll create a fire. You don't wanna burn, do you?







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Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Back Jack


Do it again...
                     and again...
                                        and again...











Fuck the Serpent.
"Wise as an Owl"

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Foreign Planets Criminal Invaders Holding OUR Planet in Subjugation To Them.


They make it SO difficult for people to even HAVE any experience!

They murder those who share what they have found to help others' lives be easier and more pleasant, and they hide from us what is good for us, food for thought. They poison the food we eat so they could make us sick, then give us only one option, THEIR organized hospitals so that all the money just basically goes into their coffers, just like in the days of old where they forced people (with the threat of murder) to drop their gold and food into the temple for the priestHOOD of the Illes to load up the boats that sent off all mankinds' goods to the islands where those corrupt, posing as gods, horrible psychopathic beings lounged around in idleness while their personal human slaves (forced to be sex slaves and other slave jobs on the island for 'them') loaded up their spaceships with the gold from Our planet, to send to their planet, to repair the damage THEY themselves have caused to occur to their OWN home-planet. 

And now they have flown here to desecrate ours? That is not fair.
Us people who originate on this planet must get together and do something to prevent them from ever coming back here to steal from our planet and destroy the living structures on it, the way they did to their own planet.

(PDF Becoming)
All those who have been, fortunately, helped by other existing beings to get far enough out from under the mind manipulation they've put us in, and have woken up enough to see what is going on, we must somehow reach the others who are beginning to see as well, and together we can work our inner power over them, to remove them from our planet, permanently!



Murdered Scientists 2004-2015

    
STEVE QUAYLE: 'THERE IS AN EMPIRE BENEATH THE ICE IN ANTARCTICA'


Life IS like a box of chocolates Forrest. They are deeelicious!

Friday, July 21, 2017

The Swooning Mind.


     Some things are so terrible... it gets my mind all swimming. I sometimes wonder about how the like attracts the like when I turn to alcohol to perform an operation called homeopathy. The only problem with that, is it leaves headaches behind, and I already have enough of those, so... what to do?
Strengthen the resolve to be firm whenever the flood hits the mind so that I can't even focus! oh my! very clearly on anything. There's a whole different world when that happens. You revert to the heart and strengthen that relationship. 'Heart, help me, where are you? I need to hide for a while.' You become closer to the whole Being within you. But it still hasn't helped in the matter of a floating swooning mind. Oh how to deal with that next? Where to delve and find a solution!? So that I may advance.

The chord connections! Ah! Maybe if you unplug this, and plug it into there... what an experiment. Hopefully I'm on the right track. Must be careful. Looking for a solution, not a breakdown.

That's right. Life here brings its puzzles and uncertainties, but we'll get through by being certain of whatever step we take is directed by the heart, that her footprints are what we are looking at when we look down in the sand before us, or up in the sweltering rays of the sun above, leading us on to wherever we are suppose to be and for whatever purpose. In the meantime, ohmygoodness, hide.

Here! A poem. To mess up the mind, to unravel then straighten it out again.





THE KING'S RING
By Theodore Tilton


I.
ONCE in Persia reigned a King,
Who upon his signet ring
Graved a maxim true and wise,
Which, if held before his eyes,
Gave him counsel, at a glance,
Fit for every change or chance:
Solemn words, and these are they:
"Even this shall pass away!"

II.
Trains of camels through the sand 
Brought him gems from Samarcand;
Fleets of galleys through the seas
Brought him pearls to rival these.
But he counted little gain
Treasures of the mine or main.
"What is wealth?" the King would say;
"'Even this shall pass away.'"

III.
In the revels of his court,
At the zenith of the sport,
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his jests,
He, amid his figs and wine,
Cried, "O loving friends of mine!
Pleasure comes, but not to stay:
'Even this shall pass away.'"

IV.
Lady fairest ever seen
Was the bride he crowned his queen.
Pillowed on the marriage-bed,
Whispering to his soul, he said,
"Though a bridegroom never pressed
Dearer bosom to his breast,
Mortal flesh must come to clay:
'Even this shall pass away.'"

V.
Fighting on a furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield.
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tent.
Groaning from his tortured side,
"Pain is hard to bear," he cried,
"But with patience day by day,
'Even this shall pass away.'" 

VI.
Towering in the public square
Twenty cubits in the air,
Rose his statue carved in stone.
Then the King, disguised, unknown,
Gazing at his sculptured name,
Asked himself, "And what is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay:
'Even this shall pass away.'"

VII.
Struck with palsy, sere and old,
Waiting at the Gates of Gold,
Spake he with his dying breath,
"Life is done, but what is Death?"
Then, in answer to the King,
Fell a sunbeam on his ring,
Showing by a heavenly ray--
"Even this shall pass away."


From:
by Theodore Tilton








Many shades of grey matter.