Excitement

It's a beautiful day today. And only a couple of days now till I say sayonara to Zion and say hi to the land of the red-glowing tree.

Pretty excited, I've got to say. I figure I'm going to spend a few days "holidaying" and then look for some way to get into the community. Whether it's teaching English, or chef-ing, or barwork, I don't mind. Going to learn the language, of course.

Thought I'd put a few comments out into the aether regarding the real possibility of freedom for all those who kind of feel the urge to do something else, but feel a little tied down, or feel they have obligations they have to meet first. Well - you're not, and you don't.

That's pretty much it.

Your chains are all illusory, that is to say implanted into our heads from the outside. If you don't take care of your own programming, the world is going to do it for you, and that leaves you wide open for whole lot of trickery. There's a reason the advertising and marketing business is worth billions, and that's because it works - it reprogrammes your mind. Yes, yours! They've been doing this a long time, they know what they're doing. Subliminals, cognitive dissonance, peer pressure, creating need, hypnotics, mantra, repitition - they know all the tricks!

So there are no barriers, to anything. If you want to travel but have kids, take them with you. And whatever you do, don't send them to school. Ever. But's that's another story.

If you have credit cards to be paid off, just give them a wrong address, max them out, and stop paying them off. They're unsecured loans. They are fraud. The rates are beyond loan-sharking. Money and interest themselves are a joke. They are stealing, so just take a bit back. There's nothing they can do.

Abolish to-do lists. Do only what is in your heart, at that time.

Take your money out of banks. If you have a mortgage, sell up and rent. There's a big house price crash coming. Buy gold instead.

If you hate your job, quit.

If you feel in a rut, ask yourself every morning:

And the answer will pop up.

Stop eating processed and GM food, and gluten and sucrose. Up your intake of saturated fat. Get lots of sun on the skin and in the eyes - chuck away the "trendy" (programmed) sunglasses and don't use suncream, ever. Go for walks, observe nature. Say thanks every morning when you wake up - for the weather, or your gifts, whatever you feel thankful for. Say it, let the words actually vibrate the aether.

Talk to people.

Stop watching TV, and reading newspapers.

 See the big picture.

Get some kind of hypnotherapy to get your subconscious receiving the right kinds of messages - download Rick Collingwood, Paul McKenna, Steve G Jones or someone like that. It'll plant seeds - I can attest to that.

Meditate. Or at least just sit, and relax each part of your body, for a few minutes, and breathe deeply.

Have faith. Not in a god, not in a saviour. Have faith in life, because we are a fountain of it. As Ghislaine Lanctot so brilliantly pointed out, submission is the grandmother of all misfortune. So never submit. Practice non-compliance. And never give up.

 Gospel of Thomas:
Jesus said, "If those who lead you say to you, 'See, the kingdom is in the sky,' then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say to you, 'It is in the sea,' then the fish will precede you. Rather, the kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you. When you come to know yourselves, then you will become known, and you will realize that it is you who are the sons of the living father. But if you will not know yourselves, you dwell in poverty and it is you who are that poverty." 
 
We already have everything we need. We lack for nothing. This bears repeating - we lack nothing. To truly realise that, and that our thoughts will manifest themselves, is the breakthrough that I hope each and every one of you will come to.

Songs for the Old World Order

I'd like to say thank you to the Old World Order for making it now so obvious, and so easy to leave, to refuse to comply, to refuse to submit, forever.

No doubt about it, it was a clusterfuck while it lasted:

In the writings of the Druids,
Lies a recipe for Druid fluid,
Sounds like a most refreshing drink to me.
You seem to be accruin'
More penalties than a Boston Bruin
But your card says "Get Out Of Jail for Free".
You were always such a shoo-in
But you didn't pay attention to what you were doin'
And no one here can do it as good as me.

Yeah!
It was a clusterfuck.

Yes, we all have our own get out of jail free card, but we stopped paying attention. Still, the false ego is faltering - it's the end of an era.

Get out the way
I don't need you any more
You're not my sweet sweet 16
I don't like it any more

You catch me on my worst
But I try to get better
Well am I just a scruffy lad,
Who remembers what he once had?

Better get out the way
It's alright to run away

What a wanker
Going away from here
I'm going away from here


So, time to be grateful - humanity has been taught some valuable lessons, and we need never repeat them.

The fights, those nights
I tried to pretend it don't hurt
The way, I prayed
Someday that you would love me
Really, completely
Just how I wanted it to be
But no, so wrong
Can't believe I stayed with you so long

You hit, you spit, you split, every bit of me, yeah
You stole, you broke, you're cold
You're such a joke to me, yeah

For every last bruise you gave me
For every time I sat in tears
For the million ways you hurt me
I just wanna tell you this
You broke my world, made me strong
Thank you
Messed up my dreams, made me strong
Thank you

My head, near dead
Just the way you wanted it
My soul, stone cold
Cos I was under you're control
So young, so dumb
Knew just how to make me succumb
But I understand
To make yourself feel like a man

Yeah, you taught me some lessons
Those are my blessings
That won't happen again
Thank you

Pretty clear representation of earth, air, fire and water there. And the rising of the sacred feminine from its state of bondage. That's ultimately what's going to redeem us all.

By the way, the incessant repetition of the phrase New World Order is only going to give them power. It's not new, it's really old, and it's dying. Call it what it is: the Old World Order. Repeat that one over and over, "truthers". So, OWO, you like incantations and spells, right? How about this: You're finished, you're over, you're done.

It's a new golden age:

You lived in a place long, long ago
Where nothing moved and time went slow
And someone sang about a Golden Age

In Cenetaph Park, drinking in the dark
This place was the machine that put the iron in your heart

Iron to gold - that's alchemy. That's us.

Harvest Moon

It's the Autumn Equinox, and a full moon. The first time in nearly 20 years they've coincided.

To mark the occasion and respect the feminine principle, I've just booked my flight to visit the water nymphs of Ipanema.
Hi...

I hear the train a comin'

For exactly 10 years now I have been meaning to travel. I came back from a year's travelling in 1999, did a course in London, and meant to go away again. I arrived at Heathrow the day after the solar eclipse, and looking at the newspapers in the newsstands, I could no longer relate to what was going on. I had felt the flow of travel, it had given me strength, and a wit, an optimism and a flexibility which removed me from the herd. At the time I did not know about the Control System, and was a long way from knowing about conspiracies and the deep historical corruptions which powerfully manipulate the minds and souls of all under its umbrella. But I knew something was not right. I also felt it - that there's something out there that is right.

I felt it first whilst deep-sea fishing in South Australia - cracking open a "stubby" whilst heading home at sunset, freshly-caught red snappers in the hold and dolphins following us, sillhouetted against the orange sun.

 Then again whilst cruising in my orange 1976 Holden Kingswood...

... I had been to see the New Year's celebrations in Adelaide. I had met a group of students that night, gone back to their place, sat in their gazebo smoking what can only be called "good shit". On my way back the next day, I was cruising down the Sturt Highway...

... with the windows down, a wide open road, warm winds blowing my hair. I suddenly felt a rush of... emotion. A big feeling, shivers running down my spine, an electricity and what I guess was freedom as an actual emotion. In motion, like an arrow, cruising forwards with the sun blessing everything around me.
Ever since I was never the same, and the experience of travel galvanised me in everything I did for the next decade.
Bear in mind I had come off the back of twenty years of indoctrination. Schooling, universities... that's all I knew. And now I was free.
So it wasn't books, it wasn't thought per se. It wasn't even the beautiful sights I saw - the scuba diving on the Great Barrier reef, the working on vineyards, the vibes of Melbourne. It was the people I met along the way, it was the motion, the constant improvisation, the knowing I could go anywhere, do anything.
In New Zealand I met an amazing, crazy Austrian girl who loved the Pogues and Irish pubs, and we bought a car together and drove around visiting just about every pub we passed in the misty wilderness.

 The Dutch girls in Surfer's Paradise, Dave in Sydney, parachuting onto a beach in Broome, surfing in Bondi,  winning 500 dollars in the Alice Springs casino, and seeing that incredible vortex at the centre of the continent.
Travelling alone, you are forced to confront the bounds of your experience, of your existence. Loneliness bites, so you got to get out there and talk to someone. You've got to have the resources, so you get resourceful. The idea of thought manifestation becomes important. And you always get what you ask for.

So I came back, and always intended to go away again. As soon as... and here's the rub... I had earned enough money.
Yes, I began to worship that false god. But I lived in London. An expensive city at any time. I was living it up and found it almost impossible to save money, espeically since I was still paying off debts.
And I got caught up. Long hours at investment banks, followed by long hours of drinking and whoring. I started to forget that elemental joy, once more.
But that's over. I've been out of work for a while now, as I can't join the slave-force, not now that my third eye has been polished.

Ever since that day of touching down in London, I knew where I really wanted to go next. A mystical land where they play football with magic, with joy.

 A land of beaches and rainforest. The land of samba and the girl from Ipanema.

 A place where "to party" actually means something...

 ... where women are feminine and free...

What's not to love? I've needed some time first to work on myself, change my outlook, do a little deprogramming, a little reprogramming. But that's where I'm headed, and I'm so excited and nervous about the prospect that I can hardly stay still. InMotion is EMotion.

It may be that the place will change in the future. The fact that both the Olympics and the next World Cup are to be hosted there, suggests that it is set to be the next place to be fed upon by the psychic vampires. Indeed it may be that it has been left alone, like a farmer leaves fields fallow in order for them to become fertile once more. Given how barren my homeland has become, how utterly desolate, surely the soul-suckers are going to have to move on. Mission accomplished, nothing left to eat here.

This is conjecture - after all, I haven't been to South America before. I haven't seen it yet. To me it still has that quality of dreams, of exotic smells and hot sun, of smiling beautiful women and dancing and music that comes from the soul. But my intuition has been pulling me there for a long time, and I was held back by... programming.

No one deserves the life that people around here have. It's not even a life - these people are, unfortuately, already dead. They're gonna be going back round the ferris wheel in the next life. Reminds me a bit of a snatched bit of programming from one of the major soap operas in this country, which I overheard as I was passing. Even when you avoid the idiot box its tentacles still reach out to you. One character wanted to go live somewhere else, and the reply was, "what, you think you're too good for us?"
What a statement. Guilt-tripping, implying callousness and delusions of grandeur, ridden with disdain for advancement, for movement, for travel. How about this, mate - we're all too good for this shit. Every one of us. And you can either stay here and wallow in it, or move on. Inside and outside - just move on. Grow. Let the light in, let the light out. Should I stay here and fight the World Order? Loyalty and attachment to a certain nation is some kind of psychic disease. If there was any semblance of community around here, there would be a reason to stay. If my family weren't the dysfunctional set of friendly strangers that the Control System modelled, I may have a heavier heart leaving them. Sure, I could work on myself, get better and better. Broadcast my message far and wide. But I can do that in a beautiful place, too, one that feeds my soul and speeds up my spiritual metabolism.

How to overcome the artificial ego, part 3

Jake is now ready to confront his nemesis. But his nemesis is not Mr D:

Interesting - use your perceived enemy to destroy your real enemy. The only time this is mentioned, so quick you could almost miss it.

The artificial voice is able to call upon false notions of freedom. A bit like, for example, the American constitution, or bill of rights - as if a document that the elites ignore every day is going to give you freedom!

Asking for forgiveness. That's deep.

Where's your pride. Exactly. It's going, going, gone.

Meanwhile Jake has a long sideways look at the serpentine figure.

Now he ventures into the ELevator, where before he feared to tread. He gets to the 13th floor, and begins his trial, the ultimate showdown with his adversary - with the adversary of all of us.
What does 13 resonate?
Number that cleans and purifies.
The number 13 brings the test, the suffering and the death. It symbolizes the death to the matter or to oneself and the birth to the spirit: the passage on a higher level of existence.
For the cabalist, the number 13 is the meaning of the Snake, the dragon, Satan and the murderer. But it is also for Christians the representative number of the Virgin Mary, she whose mission is to crush the head of Satan.

The thirteenth mystery of the Tarot does not have a name. It marks the uncertainty, the hesitation, the fickleness or again a transformation, the end of something (the death) and a renewal, a rupture, that is to say a very important change.
The light goes blue again:

That's right - one of their most horrible tricks - teaching us to fear strangers. New people.

I like the way it takes that old quote from The Usual Suspects, and restates it more accurately.

Is that 3 representations of Isis? Certainly the artificial ego is the one that kicks walls, that goes nuts. That's not us, not the true us.

With that profound realisation, the lights come back on - the white lights, and the golden goddess trinity.

And suddenly, he breathes in and his face changes, his eyes change. The smile of the Buddha, a smile of compassion, the inner smile.

Meanwhile the Devil comes down in his undies...

No longer even humorous, just pathetic. That's just it - Jake has moved to a different game. Changed the rules on what controls him. The Devil is confused, and has no power to hurt Jake. Because Jake does not fear him anymore.

Mr Green then walks through him, almost as if he is not there at all.

So here we've got a crucifixion, while the voiceover talks about killing the Lord.

We discover where Macha's "donation" went. Home for children - that is what we want this world to be. A true home. Not this nightmarish vision implanted into our collective mind.

His heart probably died some time ago, but what he has is a shitload of Pride, which is enjoying the accolades.
Paul says a strange thing, about drums talking.

The drums of the approaching army. Gold's drums. The rythmns, of the natural order. The keepers of time. The drums are saying that Mr D's demise at the hands of Gold is now not far off.

Heh - notice that Will and his daughter are watching TV - that great programmer, that sucker of souls. And what's on the screen? A reptilian eye. Nice touch. To further drive home this notion, when it transpires that he has been betrayed, the only word out of his mouth is:

Gold doesn't give second chances. You've got to get it right, in this life, or you're going to have to start the game again, from scratch.

Mr D goes out to grovel:

Hmm, a cavernous room with a shitload of pyramids, overlooking the city, with an enormous Egyptian figure looming over the Devil.

So the Conscience of the piece has had enough.

The abuse of children by the upper strata of the pyramid is well-known to those who have taken the time to study such matters. It makes sense that the central, crucial target here is a little girl. Reflecting the paedophilia, the degradation of the femine principle, the trauma. "Messing with the little girl's hair" may be an implication of physical or even sexual abuse.

In tthe final pice of the film, Jake goes with Avi and Zach to the casino. The fate of Will is unknown. Macha is surprised that Jake knows about the abduction so soon. But Jake is operating on another level now.

That's the thing about the "sheeple." Consider it a warning. Not everyone is ready to be woken up. If you try to do it too soon, too suddenly, they will destroy you. Thinking they are protecting themselves. Perhaps that's the primary message of the story of Jesus.

Actually, yes. When you wake up more fully, you can start to admire the elegance of the trap, the box, the false game. An awful, strange beauty to it.

Aha - so what are these books. Quantum mechanics. A good gateway for those of a scientific bent to start understanding major spiritual concepts, such as the unity of all things, the holographic idea, magnetism and so on. David Bohm, Michael Talbot et al. And who are the authors of these three books shown here? Banks, Monk, Abbott.
Yes, we get it, guys. The banking gang and the Vatican gang are the opponents, the "smart" ones who put us in their game. The higher representatives of Gold.

And indeed, anyone's journey to gnosis is not going to be easy. You need to be "ready", inside.

Even now, Gold is not dead inside Jake. He's ready to take any tidbits that come his way, he will come again and grow if allowed. Back to the blue Sirian god, reduced to grovelling, in tears, at war with himself.

This, to me, is the sounding of the death knell for the World Order. It's over, finito, jog on. We're not going to be your food anymore, there's a new age coming.

Yes - all 3 eyes. And Jake renounces the second of his sins - greed. he brings Macha the powder and cash. To which Macha notes:

Yes, he is. Just looking, observing, mindful. Like a Zen master. And yet his best friend's daughter has a gun to her head. This is the moment of the film, for me. Just look at his face:

Compassion. Serenity. Which is followed by a quick-as-a-flash sublimal image:

Yup, as Bill Hicks might say: kill yourself. If you're so infected with pride, that's your only way out. Gold is in Macha's head, alive, powerful and kicking. And he has displeased Gold, so he will not live anyway. Time to get back on the merry-go-round in another life, get back on the Revolver.

Bear in mind, Gold still lives by the end of the film. The devil's dead, but the real malevolent force lives on, though we know now we can starve him, we can reduce him to insignificance.

They're really driving the message home. They're saying, we're not messing. Even the ending, devoid of credits, all black, with a piano piece in the background, is saying: take this in. Think about it. Reflect on it. Because you better believe it. Yes, you are in a game. You have a voice in your head that is not you. You have those who would feed on you, especially on your fear, pride, greed and other sins. You must change the rules that control you, move to a more sophisticated game. On your own terms.