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Oriental Dragons Pre-empt Akhenaten’s Reincarnation

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Oriental Dragons Pre-empt Akhenaten’s Reincarnation

Last entry here was primarily devoted to presenting the gist of a live light DNA reading I conducted after a client’s request for a consultation was broken over two sessions. Per the normal course, I promoted content through various external mediums, including Facebook and Twitter. One “UFO focused” cooperative deleted everything I presented and at another avenue, a large star-seeds community, responding comments showed a negative-centric mixed response to content. Undeniably, underlying antagonistic reactions all camouflaged a simmering volatile grudging jealousy. The thin veneer of excuses was invariably only offered to cover up truthful motivations. But what was the trigger that had induced so much acrimony amongst my readership?

The singular fundamental complaint that had caused all the kafuffle over what I had written was money. None of my critics were actually anti-money per se. All possessed it, used it and sought it in great quantities (if they were honest). Causal objections to my article, it turned out, was over the fact I had dared reveal that I had charged a monetary fee for my consultation. Doubtlessly the UFO cooperative that had taken the uncompromising action of immediately deleting my post decided censorship is “fair” policy. Considering interested parties were given a contact point for further investigation, they may have mistakenly concluded that I am running some sort of commercial operation. To put the record straight, that simply isn’t true. In fact I do readings in my spare time (whatever that is) and revenues raised, thus far, would be insufficient as subsidy.

Even if I was to calculate a bread winning salary from my craft at some juncture, there is much more that needs to be cleared up philosophically before judgement can finally be made. For instance, none of my critics, when challenged, were actually prepared to offer what I do in their spare time for “free”. Not one. Criticisms were the trivial product of apathy. Even so, to make my case, I would like to focus on the deadliest of deadly concepts – “free stuff”. But before I do, here’s a foreboding thought. Because I have to work for a living fulltime to survive, my collateral output (all those things I tirelessly produce just to give away) has shrunk to 25% of its former self.

Next time the discussion point comes up we, you and they need to be sure of one thing. There is no free stuff nor ever was there. It is all stolen or, in the case of samples, given with view to longer term commercial return. I can play Beethoven’s music because he is dead. I have unfairly poached property rights from his surviving family (deliberately avoiding the convoluted inheritance debate). All of us that take free stuff are bloody thieves. Agreed, we are able to trade using goods and services exchange in place of money, but how many receivers of “free stuff” do that? What we receive is always at the other’s expense and we [mostly] simply don’t care. Yes, some do not value what they give for free and others merely process vanity by showing off, but collective freedom has to be balanced. Corrupting agents consumed with zeal are foolishly persuaded freedom comes with strings. In other words producers of free stuff have a liberal corrupting agenda.

They want to influence beliefs

This lowly blog is my attempt at balance. I expect nothing in return for what I write. My mission is not motivated by zealous control, beyond an underlying obsession with fair representation of truth (albeit devoid of perspective). Except those with unlimited resources and an endless superficial money supply, everyone must work “to live”. I had this crazy idea, in light of the fact I produce so much meaningful information for “free”, that time I needed to devote to earning money to survive might be best spent expanding my free work.

Let’s face it, my output would hardly titillate the oligarchs or, indeed, anyone linked to sumptuous amounts of money. Far from merely lampooning the “New World Order” at my other political conscience blog, I demystify “plans” so radically, I also provide reasons and remedies with steps to action against tyranny in many cases. Because my writings are predominantly “transcendental”, to them, the Capitalists, I am the ubiquitous threat as they’re never quite sure whose side I’m on. Yet, I have pointed out before that the whole New Age angst against “alternative commerce” has been crudely manufactured by the industrialists themselves because it is they that see alternative commerce as enemy number one. Why would Capitalists allow any of their money to go to the other side? Let me make one undeniable assurance. All money in current circulation belongs to Globalist cartels intent only on accomplishing universal serfdom.

Therefore anyone against me making a living from my craft wilfully supports elite protagonists, whether that support is witting or otherwise. In addition, I make no excuses for the gross act of expecting recompense for each time and every effort tendered (not available elsewhere, I assure you) as inherence calculated the fee structure for me. In that capacity mentors “not of this Earth” advised me that the fee per hour should not be one penny more of less than $100 of the United States currency denomination. Logic behind their fiendish (to some, undoubtedly) command is exquisite as it was clearly determined the amount was never going to be beyond the means of anyone, yet everyone faced with payment would find the charge, at worst, “inconvenient” or, at best, “prohibitive”.

They wanted sacrifice

In fact, “terms” (as outlined by my strange advisors) were succinct and limited to three points. Firstly, each recruit had to conjure an open mind with hunger for truth and strength for knowledge. No noteworthy preconception, to hinder educational development, was the second prerequisite. Finally, every participating client had to willingly “sacrifice” (my obscene mentors’ choice of word) themselves for “virtue”. It was [correctly] deemed the best test against human nature is financial as everyone prizes MONEY higher than everything else (and I prove it here).

Those showing predisposition towards dramatic mood swings (such as dragons), shamefully diagnosed as bi-polar by “psychiatrists”, are susceptible to drug addiction. Not suggesting in any way that “vagabonds are all substance dependent”, but homelessness is sometimes a choice as was highlighted by the American man that found a large cache of valuable South African Krugerrands. The reason pariah Medias crowed about his “salvation” was to avoid the real issue. Drug addicts financially chose drugs over accommodation given their paltry state “benefit” or pension incomes. It is less than ironic that bi-polar patients are fed some of the most toxic, mind-bending influencers as the “cure” to a problem which, in fact, was their very being.

Anyway, back to theme, all my applicants that were anything less than absolutely interested and committed to the journey simply wouldn’t part with the cash. It turned out the considerable numbers of people that have contacted me feigning interest in coaching were, in fact, all relative “charlatans”, per these guidelines. There is nothing whimsical about what I do, so I am not prepared to entertain anyone that trivially follows whims. For example, my last entry barely touched on key points from the reading session in focus. Yet feedback from other places was to the effect – “Oh my God here is a wall of information”. Of course, the same old die-hard sceptics couldn’t help but bobbing up questioning everything from sources to verifying authorities used to “establish” facts, but we must expect dark forces to make a beeline for any and all sacred places.

Their corporeal mission is to destroy faith universally. That’s their reason for living, so I can’t imagine how they would have reacted to stunning news that I may have found Akhenaten’s reincarnation. Indeed. And if I was to add oriental dragons from Japan to “the mix”, ideally the scandal-mongers would insist on me being wheeled off to the place that used to be euphemistically known as the “funny farm”. Then again, thinking practically, dragons are just the sort of creatures one would expect to meet at a funny farm.

Surely?

Last article I was only able to reveal a very limited snapshot of what had been uncovered because I had not done many consultations and it needed collective time to assess research notes. Now everything has changed. I have conducted numbers (plural) of sessions with females and males. Some candidates would be classed as having advanced psi knowledge. Others had next to no connection to or with what is generally termed “the paranormal”. Nevertheless, numbers [of sessions] are still relatively low to make grounded science calculations in my opinion. Even so, I cannot help but noticing a few disconcerting commonalities.  To do justice to the significance of these, I need to outline another long history lesson which will eventually highlight how Akhenaten’s reoccurrence is catalytic.

Everyone, without exception, I have evaluated supports multiple visible entities. Often I see two “sides” of an aura field, but it can be much more complex. For instance, one particular individual I scrutinised in a session supported a (left) front side dragon, a front (centre) Grey Being – Zeta and a (right) front side Sirian (Atlantis originated). At the subject’s core was a reptilian-Pleiadian “Oannes”. If that wasn’t enough, I have had two Ciakar-Pteroid transformations (ironically both male subjects). Lyran presence has been restricted to females. The point being is there is much more to this than meets the naked eye. I have seen Lyrans in combination with Lemurians, but no pure blood Pleiadians, Andromedans or Cetians. Beyond a couple of spurious associations, I haven’t experienced any Lumerians either. Indeed, so far, all my connections have been with ancient Atlantis seeds and, I estimate, for good reason. I was a prominent leader there. My revelation of myself as the African Negro incarnation “iXossana” (Hosanna) in the 16th millennium BC barely scratches the surface!

Billions of years ago a version of dragon “ran” Tiamat. The entities we now call “Sirians” were genetic infants in these times, but the dragons wholeheartedly welcomed them to their lands free of institutional laws. Unfortunately for ones so young, the giant humanoids came with too much pride. Before too long, they decided to manufacture austere laws of their own that vilified their way was the right way and, thus, the only way. Everyone and everything that might consider classification as a spiritual being, according to these directives, needed to change their “bad habits” without notice. Naturally this did not sit too well with the targets, which included the graciously generous dragons that had, it turned out, fortuitously prepared a reign of abject tyranny in their ardour. After putting up with the nonsense for as long as possible, predictably a consortium of entities requested the dragons give the obstreperous new comers a coarse ultimatum and fair warning to change their own ways or be ejected from the planet without resolution – forcefully, if necessary. Everyone should know the end to that political chess game by now. Motivated by nothing short of pure spite, the Sirians’ ancestors violently destroyed Tiamat.

Yes, the very first humanoids, ancestors to the destroyers of Tiamat, did the exact same thing. That was a Manichaean landmark which only left pollution, rendering the Sirius region unfit for habitation for billions of years. Talk about making the same mistakes twice. The causal timeline reasons/circumstances leading to fulfilment were almost identical to progressions behind the Tiamat event. It was a very, very large planet that was destroyed first time round. In fact, I am led to believe, material fallout was ostensibly used to build our solar system and, if true, would have constituted a metric volume that must have been hundreds of times the capacity of today’s Earth.

Was this planet Electra?

After a long period of absence after Tiamat, more contemporary Sirian ancestors popped up again 100 million years ago or thereabouts. This time they settled on Mars. Unbeknownst to the humanoids, dragons had settled on Earth (a new planet formed from the debris of Tiamat) long prior. They also had battalions stationed on a small moon-sized planet called Maldek (orbitally out towards Jupiter). Earth was closer in proximity to the sun than Venus then, but it did not stop the fair skinned Sirians’ attempts to colonise. Predictably, another “déjà vu” run in with the dragons loomed. In order to avoid negative recurrence, when threats to their unwelcome visitors went unheeded, the dragons responded with shock and awe, annihilating a small landing party (of around 200 men) that had built a facility on Earth. The distortion behind “St George and the dragon” myths hides the fiery end to Maldek which damned near wiped out Sirians for all time.

Contrary to popular belief, Sirians (Pleiadians included) have a dreadful cosmic record; nice guys may they be. In fact most of the “cast offs”, such as the aristocratic Lemurians, haven’t fared any better either. After the Earth was pushed out to where it is today and the great dinosaurs no longer reigned, it became the time of the mammalian Pteroids. Just before they were about to “ascend” (effectively become adrift of anything physical), their final act was to create humanoid dinosaur people (commonly known as Ciakar reptilians). In doing so they were aided by a consortium of extra-terrestrial entities, driven by feline Lyrans, who also donated their own DNA. Ironically, Lyrans can be easily mistaken for humans (when viewed as stationary), so theirs combined with Sirian genetics (donated to the dragons after Maldek) made the reptilians, in some ways, seem more human than humans.

All along Lemurians were conveniently located on one of the five inner Earth continental shelves. A genetic combination of Sirian, Zeta Grey Being and something else (that connects to the Anunaki) I haven’t identified yet, they were a formidable force to behold. Co-creator and de facto rulers of the Ciakars, the Lyrans, were blissfully unaware of the dramatic changes that would affect the Lemurians’ living circumstances or, indeed, of their very presence in nether regions. Why would the Ciakars look beyond their beloved homeland, Earth’s surface, either? I provide explicit details about the ensuing war which pushed the reptilians and their feline cohorts to inner regions here, so repetition serves no useful purpose.

I do have something important to add though. The shameful defeat of the Lyrans mitigated an unprecedented set of circumstances whereby “creator succumbed to creation” and rendered Ciakars very much in control of “order” (which is the unspoken case still today). Still, Simon Parkes has given plenty of valid information on inner Earth Lyrans (albeit dimensionally adrift of conscious state) implying they have continued to be regarded (by the reptilians) as royals, celebrated by the sensational numbers of consequential hybrid lines. Nevertheless, the fallout of the prior relational structure is perhaps why our Ciakar’ creators fear (or, more aptly, prepare for) our advancement in earnest.

They know full well we are just as slippery as they are

Inherence sometimes delivers unsolvable perplexing riddles, but I think I have now deciphered why [I’ll call them] soul pairings as aura partnerships are as discovered (i.e. dragon/Sirian, Ciakar/Pteroid, reptilian/Lemurian, Lyran/Lemurian and so on). Humanity’s divine purpose has become crystal clear to me. We are all here to redeem past ills, but did extra-terrestrial powers ordinate this arrangement? Ultimately, the one labelled “God” controls all DNA. Years ago it was explained to me that while we live our DNA is perpetually washed by the sun. To split hairs, this isn’t entirely true. In fact our visible sun delivers “black light” (even though it appears bright to us) and this negatively interferes with our development. However we are also bathed by invisible white light 24/7 generated by a voracious source in the bowels of our planet and that is why we should sleep in darkness (free of harmful synthetic light). Fundamental changes can happen at any time in the development cycle, determining there is no specific reason why human life should “end” to fulfil preconceived deadlines or limits.

Because the human genome encompasses traits or traces of just about all material life in the universe (though, admittedly, location plays a big role in design outcomes), we have the potential to be anything. Detail can be found in my book, “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” (preview here). When the Ciakars created us “illegally” (without authorisation from the Pteroids that owned the gene stock), were they aware of potential present day ramifications? Personally, I believe they took a giant gamble and this was the main reason “Yahweh” took umbrage at the fact. I don’t believe they had calculated how diverse the extraneous developmental path of our DNA might be. Humanity, as a consequence, has echoed just about everything in our gene-set capacity and that in itself has proved a disaster for coordinated harmonious order. In fairness, I very much doubt the Pteroids could have foreseen the unlikely inclination towards the bizarre aura partnerships I have witnessed to date; partnerships, I might add, that are commonplace (presuming the sample is representative). So, decidedly, I conclude what we are witnessing today is God’s work.

Akhenaten is the first person recorded to identify an omnipresent God and that is why I determine his actual life was at a time that preceded standard Babylonian history. Perhaps the Pharaoh given his name dedicated himself to a distant master. The real character would have paced the Earth at a time when oriental dragons tantalised, but only ever fleetingly for those lucky enough to encounter them. Indeed, perhaps it was dragon serpentine heritage that eventually undid Akhenaten. Sadly the great leader’s preserved corpse languishes on a marble alter that doubles as his sarcophagus, physically displaced and under Draco management today.

Akhenaten was a hybrid Grey Being

This is odd as the marble alter theme significantly impacted my last article. The topic had been an eerie recurring feature of the live light DNA sessions I had reported on, though I had failed to mention an important session highlight. My client, I judged, was the great Akhenaten from a past life. He, the combination of two mortal enemies, Draco and Lemurian, was now Akhenaten’s living ambassador. If Barak Obama, Osama Bin Laden and Michael Jackson were the product of crude genetic experiments devoted to fusing Akhenaten’s DNA (prepared by the Draco), none managed to deliver any of the great king’s exclusive nobility. Nevertheless, my client (Akhenaten’s spirit) is the most wellborn person I have ever met.

Given the number of “clones” that “may” or “may not” have been created in Akhenaten’s image, there is no reason to prohibit the notion that his spirit and soul might have been shared widely, considering his special perspective on what’s glibly termed “morality”. I suspect my client might be the tip of a cultural iceberg waiting to galvanise humanity. And the Draco should know it by now. Is it the significant reason behind their monitoring of [and, where necessary, influencing] human thought transfers? Wide range scanning has been going on for millennia from their moon bases and other less conspicuous places which would put Akhenaten’s real reign pre-flood (i.e. before 10,583BC). Even so, this style of monitoring is but a glimmer of a dragon’s natural ability. All Draco characteristics are exponentially magnified by dragons. Sephardim may well be obsessed by manufacturing illusory reality, but dragons craft the illusion to such unprecedented standards it becomes inseparable from the material. They have been known to disguise themselves as entire mountains and that is mostly why the ancients found them so damned hard to find.

Contemplating illusory reality, I am reminded of the concern that many have challenged my abilities. Whether critical motives stem from jealous ambition or responsible quandary remains open to debate, but some have unquestionably been “zealously outraged” by the presumption that I might consider myself to be a vague messianic replica of the calibre of mythical Jesus Christ, given that he has been referred to my namesake Hosanna more than once. In response to my faceless opponents, I say one thing. You too can become code masters once you recognise the code. The problem is the code cannot be found in anything tangible, or, rather, reality (per se) exudes an energy that can only be back-traced to the raw essence of existence by those with the knowhow. At the fundamentals, truth doesn’t vary, so ones that achieve nirvana can only be replicated by apprentice masters of comparable status.

Conclusively, perception becomes the great hindrance to truth because interpretation precedes grades of corruption (something the Gnostics quaintly paraphrased as forgetfulness). When spun through endless related networks (like Chinese whispers), over the eons truth degrades so distastefully, it transforms into something barely recognisable: the frail shadow of unadulterated reason and logic. Fraudulent science capitalises on the fact that just about any [version of] truth can be represented (i.e. misrepresented) provided the theory backing it is compelling enough.

“Zeta” Crop Circles beacon to reignite Akhenaten?

I would now like to contemplate that which might, in normal circumstances, defy credible considerations. If there was a means, a “God given” mechanism, to spread a great soul and spirit over considerable numbers of individuals, might the group activation warrant staggered cosmic triggers? Perhaps, but first I need to present a case for why “group activation” is necessary at all, I think. Would not Mini-Akhenatens instinctively band together and bring on some kind of unaided culturally responsible Machiavellian revolution? Sadly no, there are simply too many developmental toxins and distractions to act as inhibitors and pitfalls. Besides, realisation of sufficient basis for enlightenment comes only with time; much time.

The Zeta Grey Beings have produced thousands beyond thousands of miniature enigma codes, each potentially an “Excalibur” in its own right. Once the group has been triggered all parts might be given clarity of vision, enough to instantly, instinctively break every code. I am not thinking along the lines of a holocaust of zombie “Manchurian candidates”, presently dormant, waiting to spring out and devour everything in sight. Just as heroic King Arthur did in their stead, our champions’ zest for discovery will be all that’s needed for the divided asset to commune and conquer. Isn’t the real war between vigilant awareness and sluggish apathy played out as a tryst pitching true science against mass Media “Scripture” (everything fake and hollow and decidedly misrepresentative of authenticity)? The world needs an army of Akhenaten surrogates to covet virtue. Some lone messianic “excuse” to blame on the “failings of mankind” will only empower those that want mankind to fail – the slave masters. I am proud to inform our tyrannical leaders; Atlantis awaits and has never been far away from the consistent heart of human conscience.

After all that, those that feel they can measure up to the intolerable standards set by guardian angels unknown are welcome to offer me the outstretched hand. You can try telepathy, but it would be far easier to write to me (quick2learn.steve@y7mail) outlining reasons why you feel you are ready to become aware of who you are. For the rest, the freeloaders, I hope to set up a recordings channel on YouTube for your reference, so you can live through the sacrifice of others.

What is Harmony?

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What is Harmony?

ghost_peopldEvery now and again proclaimed clairvoyants boast of having met with famous historic personages. Whether characters are real or their fantasies, business is mostly the same. From the cosmic perspective (which is immeasurably displaced from human vanity), to be famous is not to be important. So why do the charlatans keep massaging their egos?

Personally knowing luminaries and the behind-the-scenes characters that cultivate prestige, I have come to realise the timeless relevance of fame is overblown and would be best attributed as a feature of human desperation to affirm predispositions validating the perception of importance. By this determination, action is far less worthy than accolade, or, to be seen to be doing invariably trumps the actual “doing”. There is a general superstition that assures connection infects. Logically, apropos, the more stars, luminaries and famous people in “frame” would immeasurably improve the reputation of any low light seeking “prosthetic” fame. Thus, per that reasoning, to be singled out and called on only by famous people empowers credibility creating a sort of sacred status for those in the spotlight. Why did all those famous people exclusively visit little me?

HistoricalCharactersLike the three wise monkeys, the real stars invariably come and go unannounced, unseen and unheard. Demonstrative talent that is out of tune with a given age may collect dust covering hidden treasure for discovery at a distant, future period. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERABut, even then, due to the hereditary parasitic narcissism of man, legacies are certain to be tarnished in some way. There is always some hangover as a response to the incongruous hatred of past conceited critics. Humans are at war with each other, constantly. The great group, surreptitiously organised by “the elites”, is attempting to create “one view” (which is labelled “Globalism”).

culture-war1Per that vision, everyone is either “in tune” or “out of tune”. For Globalism to succeed, it needs in tune citizens. If the vision stands a chance at working, out of tune anarchists must be expunged (which can only mean eradication). In this case, citizens are law abiding, whereas anarchists are anti-establishment. Measures are dictated and usually facilitated though populist conventions. secret-mind-hidden-truth-reptilians-part-490Other than the New Age smokescreen constructed by the United Nations, harmony is not a consideration. Therefore, Globalism must be and is symptomatic of reptilian authority. As there are no noticeable reptilians in plain sight, this covert operation can only be administered by hidden overlords.

Nevertheless, this particular blog entry is not going to be about fraudulent psychics or those ever present Draco reptilian cloaking tricks, though I may offer a few tips as I go. Here, the focus and inspiration has been music, the senses and how much we take for granted. liszt1For instance, as a concert trained classical pianist (my channel will be updated at some point), why wouldn’t I occasionally daydream what it would be like to meet with and hear the great Franz Liszt, Frederick Chopin or Ludwig Beethoven play their instruments and vocalise their unique crafts? Given the comparatively tiny populations of the time, why did the nineteenth century produce so many memorable artists, whose exhaustive compositions output is the legacy?

I happened to mention famous composers, which is not evidence of my own parasitic narcissism. There were a great number of lesser known romantic period composers that have left small, individual legacies. Yet, as much as I evaluate the alternatives, I keep coming back to the big three; Liszt, Chopin and Beethoven as the creators of particular genres which go beyond music. Undisputedly, the Spanish composers’ Albeniz, Granados, Russia’s Balakirev all had their own sounds, but for the German style there is either Liszt or Beethoven. Spanish, Russian, American, Italian mid-romantics still reproduced either Chopin or Liszt genres.

LVBpiano-980x520Some might argue that Schumann, whose lyricism is similar to Mendelssohn’s, is different. But I disagree. Even Liszt struggled to break free from the influence of Beethoven. Schubert and Brahms never did. 216200523559Much lesser known composers of the ilk of Thalburg, Kalkbrenner, Fernz and Weber only ever produced Liszt, Chopin or Beethoven genre music. Educated readers will notice a paradox. Friedrich Kalkbrenner applied to tutor the child Chopin, who was certainly also influenced by John Field (attributed as inventing the nocturne before Chopin was born) and Johann Hummel. Weber and Kalkbrenner produced musical fusions of Chopin and Beethoven. Beethoven clearly referenced Muzio Clementi idioms, but the big three created the genres.

Without appreciation, music would have no value. Appreciative judgement would not be possible without senses. Because they cannot escape them, credentialed scientists have acknowledged sight, touch, hearing, smell and taste. Many others have gone unnoticed. Of course, clairvoyance is often jokingly labelled the sixth sense. If scientists took the joke seriously, they would be able to distinguish between clairvoyance, clairaudience and clairsentience. Other more rational senses impinge on Globalism’s grand vision for mankind. Discernment has no role in a world populated by biological automatons. That makes it a pretty interesting sense, because it demonstrates some have it and others simply, well, don’t. This, in turn, does not make good for uniform society. Could talent, God forbid, be the product of discernment?

0006708695_10In my book, “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” I go into detail. What is the difference between a sense and an experience? Are all experiences sensed? Before serious scientists consider these, existential building blocks, such as dimensions, densities and frequencies must be reviewed and understood, in depth. There are many conflicts of information when delving into realms that cannot be experienced directly. For instance, via extra-terrestrial channelled sources, some say there are but ten dimensions, others reveal figures in the hundreds and still more place no limit on possibility for dimensional states.

maxresdefaultRight off, I dissolve the mathematical argument that holds theoretical straight lines, areas and objects are not aspects of the same perceptive illusion. “Object reality” is precisely that and all dimensions (from the mathematical perspective) are only associated with 3D. Variations come in other ways, such as colour, intensity, temperature, sound and so on. Wave forms, in raw state, do qualify as a separate dimension, but this [in many ways] is more flexible and complete than our own 3D. Should it be called 4D? Correlating with physics opinion, there is only 1D or 3D. “Flat realities” simply do not exist, except as features contained within the 3D environment.

equalizer-sound-waves-19473942Returning to the question, “what is harmony?” We know harmonics relate to pitch and harmonies are musical cadences. Harmony, therefore, is a sound vibration. This is important as there is an entire dimension created from what we call “audio waves” only. Included in this altered state are light variations at different frequency (pitch) levels if the comparison was to be made with Earth plane existence. In an earlier entry, I reflect on the ancient practice of communion. Back in Atlantean (from Atlantis) times, large groups of people synchronised music to channel massive energy resources from the centre of our planet. Why doesn’t much more than a trickle of the vast suppositories of molten lava supposedly contained in The Acropolis in Athens, GreeceEarth’s core that geo-physicists babble about interrupt the calm lives of surface dwellers? The “Greek” Acropolis and other ancient sites are much, much older than people would imagine. Little be known, but these are the legacies of man’s negotiated connection with God.

Frequencies are very important. For instance, the Vedas claim [3D] creation is 0-20 hertz. Others associate certain pitches with magical healing properties. Ironically, I met with the aspiring energy healer, Leah Briers, this week and we fortuitously had a heated debate over senses, particularly in relation to vanity. Passion is an important part of negotiation. Flimsy, well-meaning positive affirmations invariably obscure truth in deference to goodwill. We pondered the question; do those that instinctively tune into fashions have a special sense? Vanity in the way of narcissism featured as my reasoned response. “Vain”, in that context, of course, is a dirty word and this is where discussions with Leah broke down.

beautyI, correctly, emphasised that the appreciation of beauty was vanity and, as such, demonstrated narcissism in mankind. Yet she, though the word was not referenced, stressed the determination that aesthetics go way beyond the surface. As a complete expression, her point of view revered the intrinsic connections between the appreciated vision and all-inclusiveness. This could be anything but vain. Beauty is referenced “in position” against that which is not noticeably beautiful. It turned out that we were effectively debating the difference between ignorance and sensitivity. We, at last, agreed that ignorant beauty is everything shallow (perhaps dysfunctional given the lack of esteemed congruity) and intelligent aesthetics consumes functional depth (essence). She talked of her mission to integrate shadow (dark) and light. Undoubtedly, disciplined attention to her interpretation of aesthetics could achieve that.

CultureWarsExpressions of appreciation can turn into conflicts. Taste in music is an excellent example. If I was to occupy a room that had one of the great Beethoven Symphonies as background music and was joined by another person, we might react in very different ways to the listening experience. Assuming the symphony was well rehearsed and exquisitely performed, for me the listening pleasure would certainly be bliss whilst the other might endure “hell on toast”. Taste is not just simply divided by, shall we say, ignorance and intuition. Intuitive people are selective and I, personally, find much modern music (particularly the varieties that favour discords that don’t resolve) abhorrent. Others love it. Culture wars are most commonly fought over pictorial art. Numerous well versed spectral opinions are the legacy of sane judgement. People are different.

Communication boundaries make effective consideration of animals’ views impossible. There is no way I could relate to a dolphin, a pigeon or even a lowly chimpanzee (which, science tells me is almost a genetic cousin of man). Nevertheless, that does not alter the fact that I could sit in the presence of a wolfhound, for example, and hear nothing while it was tantalised by a special rhythmic gigue created outside my audible range. 128268082393913144600101197_IRISH_WOLFHOUNDPerhaps I could train the dog to alert me when it expressed enjoyment, but, even then, how could I be absolutely sure my training methods weren’t flawed in some way or the dog wasn’t a versed liar (for rehearsed deceit, listen to just about any of our politicians)?

The other issue is, because I, personally, don’t hear it, does that mean there is no sound even though the dog acts as witness? This is something that goes beyond discernment, but it is a good example as it demonstrates the non-uniformity of nature. Lack of uniformity means I do not necessarily have to correlate with other human beings either. I can experience things no one else can, because I’m natural. intense-photos-of-ultra-orthodox-protestors-fighting-israeli-housing-constructionThrough fault of Globalist establishments rejecting pantheism as a consequence of the collapse of the Roman Empire (which was integrated into what has become the Vatican powerbase), United Nation’s hybrid New Age Catholicism is little more than a commerce planner for “Big Pharma” and other superficial population control mechanisms.

Are countries anything more than migrant brands? Constant displacement and reassignment may eventually create one race (a cacophony of hybrid genetics). The people are not adapting to the plan in the way the elitists want. Jewish microcosms within societies have largely set the standard. The repatriation regime has predominantly had the effect of splintering existing communities to such a degree there is no common voice, only multi-cultural mobs in constant conflict. The Jews, Christians, Muslims, Buddhists and so on want their specific brands of order otherwise never the twain shall meet, so mafia communities occasionally erupt either against “Order” or social competitors. Perhaps the most noteworthy example is how the Muslims have reacted to perceived threats after the [so-called] 911 event in America; hardly harmony?

764759-burqaIs not the burqa the most vehemently grotesque artefact of tyranny? God is found in nature, so if Mohammed’s modest dress command was to be obeyed, where practical, the absolute is an absence of clothing and not an aesthetic device purely designed to scandalise lust. veil of censorshipIt God was anti-fornication we would have been genetically modified long ago. The burqa is nothing more than a veil of censorship. It is no accident that Pharisaic fundamentalism adopts a similar practice. The self-proclaimed “apostle” Paul applies dogma with clarity. “For if a woman does not cover her head, it may as well be shaved free of hair. To avoid disgrace, she will comply” (my adapted translation of Corinthians 11:6). The Judaic orthodox counterparts aligned with the Pharisees offer large wigs in place of scarves as their means of censorship.

PWI94318In fact, there is a great hint that God is not anti-lust as expressed in the biblical Old Testament book of Genesis. “Adam and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame” (2:25). Though the Adam & Eve passage is confusing as “Eve” is presumed to be “Adam’s wife” (which is not so), it categorically states that appropriate lust and nakedness is God’s will. Sentiment is reinforced per the “fall from grace” where God voices his displeasure at “man and woman” (not Adam and Eve) becoming ashamed by their nakedness. The tree of knowledge is blamed, as a routine gesture of pharisaic infiltration, but this actually symbolises something out of context. Eve, essence of humanity (as opposed to Adam, essence of ape man) possessed alien genetics not disposed to natural Earth. Human cannot survive on Earth naked, whereas Neanderthal (man) can. Humans are sensitive and man is not. Readers that have been attentive will discover outstanding though unsettling ramifications from this information.

Ism-istsThe elite planners that created this modern mess have demonstrated an absence of sensitivity too. This leads me to question whether it is a sense. For instance, if we argue sensitivity is susceptibility, then adroit scepticism is the diametric. Scepticism, atheism, materialism and capitalism have collectivised to become evil partners as all elitist driven policies accentuate aspects of them.  ceefe-baby-beggarThough no effort is spared in ridiculing transgressors, the New World Order is shown up over and over as a failure as a social model. It is shown up because it simply has not worked. Elite egos have been bruised as a consequence. So much so supremacists might favour the eradication of the human beast as an improvement on the current course. Will this encourage Armageddon?

Even the most insincere observer can surely rationalise the paradox: elite humans’ hell bent on destroying humanity, including themselves? It is not at all representative of higher powers either, if factions of the Draco are seriously considered as overlords. Pteroids simply would not bother with the subterfuge. It’s not their style. Ciakars do not only build empires, but have a long history of overt and covert control on (and in) Earth. The closest approximation of their character set can be found in the behaviour of cats. That is why their nocturnal version of Earth plane “humans” (these live in subterranean caverns) sound like felines. The Polished Knob video channel on YouTube offers a catalogue of numerous genuine original sightings. Language is strong in the selected clip but I do not hear the trademark Grey’s “call”. Other clips do present visual and audial evidence.

When the reptilians infiltrated and controlled Babylon, what did the people worship? Cats, of course!!! Earth kings of beasts on land are all varieties of cats, with two possible exceptions. Bears are low vibrational genetic cousins of Neanderthals (Pteroid “man”). Others from the Pteroid branch include the jackal-like White Draco and elephant nosed, floppy eared scouts. From the same gene-set, terrifying dogs represent their other supreme predators. Indeed ancient folklore promotes mythical dog headed humans (Cynocephali) which have either not been discovered or suppressed by modern science. Even in recent times, there have been claims of sightings of werewolves. Though no photographs exist for my research and most videos are easily rationally explained as incorrectly describing known phenomena, the stills from this (2015?) Brazilian CCTV footage are most intriguing

Yes, a little ritualistic Ciakar terror (they call fun), I can accept. Paedophile networks and masonic snuff rings may be so, but incidence would be too rare to interrupt our wider populations’ state of mediocrity. archaic-300x225Assumed logic might dismiss these infeasible accounts, but that has not hindered zealous accusations to accrue and stockpile, creating clandestine pseudo-chronicles over time. Targeting easily excited feeble minds, many tales also find sanctity in the horror folklore genre designate. The serious side is very bitter with constant politically motivated attacks against Catholics and other strategic figures as routine propaganda. Unsurprisingly, no hard evidence has ever publically surfaced to validate any of these alleged scandalous malfeasant practices. It should be noted that hearsay has been a very effective tool in its use against political enemies. People have gone missing and others have made claims. Those claims alone have often acted as judge, juror and executioner with nothing to back them. It is almost as though the medieval inquisition is alive and well again.

bcho3io4p69tzhrs7klfMedieval chastity, chivalry, symbolism and even poetic philosophy are systematic of reptilian intervention on Earth. One of their own most potent emblems depicts the fleur de lys (usually in royal blue or scarlet) which means eternal life. Inquisitions are very much their style too.11498474-seamless-pattern-with-traditional-French-heraldic-motif-of-the-golden-lilies-fleur-de-lis-and-the-li-Stock-Vector I have made some progress with Eva Draconis’ “The Orion Project – Real or Imaginary?” From her copious notes, it becomes apparent that reptilians (although most of the characters introduced deny being reptilian) have paradoxically split personalities. Call it instinct dictates they want to torture and kill any worthy chattel. Conscientious humility assures they must have permission from each victim. Not only that, but our fearsome tormenters regularly succumb to pity, particularly if victims are too willing and eager to be the sacrafice. If that isn’t sweet, I don’t know what is! Theirs is a society, it seems, literally divided between dominant masters and willing slaves. However, the differences compared to human order are considerable. Our slaves are not willing and never will be and that is why harmony is such an alien concept for human beings.

Life of Mars Part One – Inspired by Harry Potter

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Life of Mars Part One – Inspired by Harry Potter

Exopolitician presentation

I recently presented at a Sydney exo-politics forum to an audience of mixed ability levels. Sadly, the ugly voice of base atheist-materialism determined to objectivise everything associated with the paranormal inspired an all too familiar cretins’ chorus. As my narrative line failed to affirm these eminently cultured critics’ belief systems, content was judged “unprofessional” to fortify ignorance. The sheer arrogance of creators of mythical propaganda never ceases to amaze me. Elite championed approved versions of pseudo-sciences such as ufology; paranormal studies and spirituality bluster on in the vain hope that someday the mainstream will adopt these devious brands. My goodness, the fools worship permanently unidentified flying objects. If that isn’t insane, I wonder what is. Let me say this, in conclusion. I absolutely believe in democratic fair play and put everything up before the Exopolitician blog’s own committee. The decision found us unanimously against prejudice in support of traditionalism. We have decided to detach from those lofty, fake standards cutely dressed as “professionalism” and have nothing more to do with that Sydney exo-politics organisation.

Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-–-Part-1-2010JK Rowling’s heroic character, Harry Potter, has been my inspiration to move on. Against all odds, his resilience and belief in pure truths won the day. If that means I have to be a non-violent crusader for faith, then so be it. To conclude my ill-fated presentation, I read a small section of my extended short story, “Life on Mars (Part One) – inspired by Harry Potter”, which was created in the memory of a very different (but perhaps slightly similar) namesake; an impish school chum of mine. The reading followed some very deep, poignant but absolutely non-conformist information on the cosmos, time, Annunaki and formation of two suns after the destruction of Tiamat. Five hours’ worth of content had to be compressed into a strict ninety minutes so, of the thirty scripted power point slides, only eight were covered. A number of audience members (clearly separate from those chorus of cretins) wanted more and one lady (eager to listen on) suggested I prepare to launch a YouTube video illuminating content for the other slides. In light of the irreparable fallout with event organisers, I shall create a complete presentation via video channel. But that is an exciting project for the future.

DigitalMysticalMikeAstropatiaNot everyone was interviewed after the event, but I sensed that my Life on Mars snippet was appreciated by most; if not all. The writing style is so vivid; one audience member asked me if it was based on real life experiences. I had to respond, being honest, that if it was based on real life, it was not a life I recollected. Nevertheless there have been a number of strange connections happening (unbeknown to me at the time of writing) after the fact. Please enjoy this topical extract:

Chipping Norton village had been the centre of attention two weeks before. A boisterous arts and crafts fair had passed through. It was a colourful troop that included mystics, spiritualists and even genuine gypsies. Apparently some had international reputations. One of the locals learned that our village had been cursed for its role in the inquisition, but no one really took any notice. This had come from a strange foreign woman who carried a crystal ball in a small, battered, leather suitcase. Other than that, the lead up to “the event” had shown no irregularities, no suggestions; no insight as to what was to happen. Indeed things had been more normal than normal.

I looked at my watch. Save the mysterious light, it was almost dark. I could barely make out the hour. Nine o’clock! “Well, time for a cup of tea,” I thought.

Then, an almighty crack!

What was that? It sounded like a large tree had just been felled. The ground vibrated. Not being the inquisitive type, I carried on to the small kitchenette where there was a kettle, small stove and all the essentials for tea making. Poking up on one of the shelves was even half a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits. I picked up a small plate, the biscuits and placed them on the side table. The kettle had already started to hiss. That was quick. I had only just switched it on.

Outside a fog began to appear, slowly but distinctly. It was the rolling sort that shimmered in the mysterious luminance.

To the left of the kitchenette was mounted an electric wall clock. The second hand usually went “clack, clack, clack” stridently. It was so loud, in quiet moments it could be heard in the workshop.

Silence

Nothing; no hissing, no clacking, just silence. It was as though time had stood still. It’s funny, but it took a few moments for the serenity to sink in. I am sitting there, trying to read a pamphlet in the half light. So absorbed, I almost missed it; the moment time stood still. When it came to me, when I realised, it was too late. “The event” was already happening; so fast, I can barely recount.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a cleft or, at least, I thought that is what it was. The wall to my right side seemed to just open up. First a chink of that mysterious light seeped out, slowly oozing towards me like sticky treacle. The fissure widened to a shaft and then there was just light; blinding, throbbing light.

 

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Our narrator cleared his throat again. “Can someone throw some more wood on the fire? It’s dying low.” He then rummaged in his backpack and produced a tired wooden pipe and a pouch of smoking tobacco. Clearing his throat, once more, for good measure, he proceeded to fill up the bowl, meticulously evening out any odd strand of tobacco. “You like smoking that pipe, sir?” said one of his group obscured by an orange tinted blackish fog made from the combination of the fire and the pressing outer elements.

A vague nod and silence

“Um, now where was I?”

To our left a large bat skipped by. Out of nowhere, silhouetted against the darkness it shocked the be-jeepers out of us. “What was that?” screamed one of our brethren.

“Don’t worry Alan”

The narrator pensively scanned the lack of horizon hoping to make something out of nothing, then lowered his head and began reading again.

 

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A blinding, throbbing light blacked out all sense of perspective; all sense of time. It was as though I was suspended at heaven’s gate. Then there was something; a little movement. Was it an arm? It moved too quickly and faded back into the light. At that point I seemed to lose consciousness.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious for, but it seemed like the next instant I was no longer there. This was an entirely different place. The pulsating light had gone. How did I arrive here?

spaceship_laboratory_by_darkcloud_dc-d3g7t90It took several moments to regain my composure. Only then did I realise I could not move. Paralysed is the wrong word. It was as though I was made of stone. Had I met a fate similar to Hans Solo? If this was carbonite, at least my eyes still worked, but they were fixed. As much as I tried I could not move them side to side.

Ahead of me looked something like a laboratory, but nothing quite resembling anything I had seen before. The floors and walls that I could view were white, as were various cabinets and shelves. There was also some strange intricate mirror work that looked eerily alien. Numerous scattered lights of different colours gave the place an almost festive feel and one long shelf appeared to have been entirely devoted to preserved animals. None looked familiar. Each was mounted on a sturdy wooden base encased in glass. Strange inscriptions of an unknown language using unknown symbols were etched into stylish silver plaques suggesting these were display pieces.

Right at the end of the room were maybe doorways or booths. Just before them was a weird looking spherical vat. It was a translucent green and inside something or some things wriggled. To the very right of visual range a white post or pillar stood about head high. On it perched a radiant sphere of pure gold; quite beautiful, mesmerising even. Surprisingly, there were no noticeable windows or lighting systems, other than the liberally placed fairy lights mentioned prior.

I began to inspect the animals on display more carefully, as many were quite fascinating, when the floor seemed to open up before me. It literally formed a portal. Out popped a head first; then a body and some spindly limbs followed. I tried to gasp but I couldn’t. The face of this thing; creature was almost blank. A tiny slit represented the mouth; minute breathing holes could be just made out where the nose should have been. Its eyes were very large and occupied most of the facial real estate. They were strangely multi-coloured, “rainbow” orbs, although this was perhaps a reflective effect, like cat’s eyes. The head itself was oversized compared to mine and an inverted pear shaped. Its skin, of an off white, or perhaps, grey shade, had a synthetic quality. The image was so unreal, I was not sure if this wasn’t some alien costume. A child or dwarf in fancy dress?

The body was nothing to look at. Small framed, it wore a stylish infant’s jump suit. One piece coloured light beige and noticeably etched into the right breast was a smart space age royal blue and crimson insignia. The left hand clasped a silver pen. It stood stoically. All of a sudden a high pitched chirping, not dissimilar to the sound a field cricket emits, surrounded me. It was as if the creature was talking to me even though the mouth did not move. Rhythms became more frantic and, then, as abruptly as they started, they stopped. Its mesmerising rainbow eyes were also communicating something. I seemed to understand exactly what it wanted just by focusing on those kaleidoscopic irises.

Life on Mars Revision 5 with OT4In a flash the creature before me transformed into a well presented regal looking fellow, human in every way. Wearing a breezy linen suit of mottled mustard contrasting his deep scarlet cravat, in the right lapel was a giant orchid of the most beautiful design. Its fragrance was captivating.

“Sorry old thing, the frequency catalyser is on the blink, damned Ragthusian technology “

“By the way, I’m Pibble, charmed to meet you”

I felt my feet for the first time. My body was on rapid defrost. Everything tingled.

“Buh, buh, buh….buh, buh” was all that came out and I felt drool dribbling down from the left side of my mouth.

“Ahhh…..”

WHY?” I exploded. It had not meant to come out as a roar, but all that pent up wanting to move just erupted.

“I understand” exclaimed Pibble. “Yes, this takes quite a bit of getting used to”

Looking pensively, he then said, “Not to worry, old thing, all will be explained on the way”

“We are going on a journey and I think you will like what you see”

With that he smiled broadly.

 

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How to finish a fine read?

contented_lionsTesting content on a number of friends, a couple felt it was ideal as a reading tool to encourage our modern youth. It is not too long, keeps the reader engaged (even in the boring bits) and there is a “payoff” (oh boy, is there just!). In fact the only criticism was; where’s part two? So, I would be most appreciative if you would all raise awareness of the tale on social media networks.

The story is now only available as part of a bundle, including a wonderful audio presentation by myself. You will find a PayPal link and simple instructions on what to do here or there.

Depending on the desire of wanton readerships as expressed by numbers completing the first part of Life on Mars (inspired by Harry Potter), other parts will follow ultimately preparing more serious readers for my next large book, “A New World Order”. This, in light of the constant requests for it to be so, may be produced in print. But that is for a future time beyond the control or whims of our beloved Harry Potter.