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Randomosity

121.  I don’t ever remember going to cognitive therapy.

122.  I’m a cunning linguist.

123.  I’m pretty ok with words too.

124.  I always felt bad that Michael Hutchings from INXS hanged himself but no one ever mentions the lemon wedges on the floor around him.  Congratulations if you get that one.

125.  Rectum?  I barely touched him.

126.  Imagine if “Calgon” was the leader of an alien race that cleverly marketed a product in order to trick humans into consenting to be “taken away”.

127.  Speaking of marketing, I sure hope that children in North America are no longer wishing that they were Oscar Meyer Wieners so that everyone would be in love with them.  If their parents would’ve given them that love in the first place, they wouldn’t have to seek it from others.  Besides, being physically ground up and mixed with lips or assholes into perfectly shaped tubes does not gain the love you desire.  Trust me.

128.  The number nine.

129.  I know that they say not to rub your eyes or your face but holy shit it feels good and I would gladly sacrifice my eyes and face to experience a good eye or face rubbing.

130.  Who is the ‘they’ that everyone refers to when they say “that’s what they say”?


Aliens in my coffee

At the time, I found this to be peculiar…

I mean, at first they start speaking to me telepathically about monetary systems and sub-strata space travel.  Next, the un-lubed probes and tracking devices!!!

And now, my coffee???

No one, and I mean no one messes with my fucking coffee!

This is war!!!

Kidding aside, I’m sure anyone whose brain wasn’t primed to see this would have just simply wiped it up instead of taking the time to photograph it.  If you look closely however, you will see that aliens also poo.  Or at least coffee aliens seem to.  It’s probably from the peristaltic action that the caffeine stimulates.

Who knows.  It is all just speculation at this point.

 


Trevor’s vision

One day he just started talking about human cloning and RNA scripts.  He claimed that we were not allowed to leave Earth until these scripts were completely unfolded.  We used to go out into a field and call them to Earth.  Some were like scientists and very detached from outcomes.  They would just observe.  Others were malicious and to be avoided.  Still, there were those that were here to assist human beings at this historical time and they seemed to enjoy playing with us like children.

The above picture is Trevor’s vision of what controls the powers in this world and why America came out on top of the technological revolution.  Below is a self-portrait that Trevor drew before he died.  I know for a fact that he felt alienated from this world and it showed in his desire to connect with extraterrestrials.

One thing that I have learned from all of this is that you can make real that which may or may not exist.  The power of our mind is enormous and untapped.  While there are many people who watch the skies in hopes of a sighting I will suggest that the only UFO that you need to be concerned with is the one you may be in RIGHT NOW.

 


My Trip

This was a creative writing piece that I did about 15 years ago entitled  ”My research trip to Earth”. 

Each day is a sphere of possibility within the Infinite Moment.  Here are my findings thus far. 

The beings here move around a lot and create funny games involving money, motivation, manipulation, math and music.  Some of these being take the game of “greater/less than” very seriously.  This seems to motivate them to hoard material things.  For instance, one individual will consistently compare itself to others.  This does not seem to be in any ones best interest but yet, it happens.  It is a sort of disorder.  This must be the defect that you spoke of in the briefing. 

Behind the scenes is the motivation for power and control.  They fight each other with all sorts of weaponry (mental, emotional and physical).  This quest for fire (power) tends to come from an underlying insecurity even though its manifest is physical security.  The fact that there are others or that life exists in the first place does not seem to make too much of a difference to most of them.  There does seem to be a growing number of them that are aware of the miraculous predicament that they are in and do not have the defect. 

Those that fight seem to do so because when they are alone they argue and create power struggles within their own thought energy.  It is no wonder that they do it to others, it seems natural to them.  The defect is manifesting entropy. 

Having read the texts of various inspired transmissions I have found within my being the truth that Love created this whole moment for them, for me, for you, for us.  When forgiveness is practiced, healing occurs.  This is more important than pills, surgery or eating properly.  Many are acting this way and get involved in inspiring, life-giving movements.  My experience with those who do not seem to carry the defect has been nothing but wonderful and inspiring.  They are hope yet I fear that the defect has too much of a stronghold on the core program.

This has created a global hive mind and those without the defect are struggling.  The humans that use this mindset do not understand their slavery.  The believe themselves to be free.  The first step in a deep spiritual awakening is having that bubble burst. 

My suggestions to the mother-ship based on my findings here on Earth follows:

Take up those who are serving others from a place of kindness, awareness and love.  Although they do falter from time to time, they do not seem to have the defect.  Bring them to a place of safety and ensure adequate provisions.

Once those in the book have been brought to safety, shake this place to its core and restore its DNA/RNA algorithms to the original pattern.  When this is safe and has been stabalized, return those in your care to the new paradise conditions that they deserve so that they can build together and educate those who have been re-booted.  Ensure that their DNA/RNA code sequences are matched to the restored program so that the defect has no hold within the electro-magnetic resonance field.

It has been a pleasure.


Absurdities and such

“What an absolutely pointless exercise!” I exclaim in my head as I cut the grass. 

Why do we maintain things that serve absolutely no purpose other than maintenance?  I suppose it’s a metaphor for our society. 

One idea would be to plant wheat grass and modify a typical lawnmower into a juicer.  At least you would have a highly nutritious drink at the end of it.  Ah, who am kidding… I’d still have a beer. 

Initially, grass was a sign of affluence among the English.  It’s like saying “hey, we are so wealthy that we can afford to take up space for no reason”.  Ah, I love the English.  While I’m all for affluence and abundance, I’m typically not a fan of semi-retarded social statements. 

I imagine a wiser alien race observing us from above.  “What are they doing?” asks the young alien.  “maintaining what they call a lawn” says the elder.  ”Why?  Do they eat it?” further inquires the young one.  ”No.  It just grows, they cut it and then throw it away” replies the elder as he shakes his head.  “Hey, we should make them our slaves and have them do useful things dad”  replies the little one.  “One day son… one day” affirms the elder.   

It would make perfect sense to have a lawn if we bought a goat or two.  They could eat and shit or whatever goats do all summer and then we would enjoy a lovely goat curry or stew throughout winter. 

My friend Christopher has the vegetarian option:  Urban Orchards.  Apples, plums, raspberries, strawberries, herbs and vegetables arranged in beautiful landscaped environments.  Sounds like the paradise we’d be living in if we weren’t so convinced that we have to make money in order to buy food. 

Am I advocating that we all quit working for money, plant gardens, learn how to share love and food while working toward making our community better? 

Kind of. 

I realize though that we tend to be lifestyle addicts and enablers at the same time.  It would be great if everyone would just take one year off in order to figure out what the fuck we are doing here on Earth.  I’m not holding my breath though.


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