How a young warrior lost her fear of the dark...

[Cosmicbrat]

How a young wannabe entertainer lost her disabling fear of the dark...


A little blurb on basic love, mixed with a little camp-fire...

How a young 17-year-old little lady grew her bravery.. to become one the greatest country/pop singers yet...

...Fall of 1983.. I stumbled upon a rare deep undisturbed wilderness area, which was extremely different from everywhere else I had ever seen and experienced... It was as if it was a "power vortex", or something..? or something special lived there.. or special things happened there...
Even the critters there made sounds that sounded like spoken English... And the critters wanted to teach me how to acquire food, their ways...
Being there was like stepping onto a new untouched pristine planet... a backpacker's golden pipedream...
Locals had many stories of people meeting and sighting "Bigfoots".. but there wasn't anything conclusive.. just a lot of hearsay, and disjointed scary stories...

It took me six solid hours to get my campsite like I like it... By midnight it was finally complete...
As a grand finale, from the 200 river-rocks I had collected, I built tiny cairns from rocks, with little caves with three entrances in each.. all around the hundred-foot diameter perimeter around my campsite... Then I did something Extremely Dangerous, which you are definitely Not supposed to do when in the bush... In each little rock-room I placed a chunk of semisweet chocolate, an inch of hot dog, a teaspoon of salt/sugar mix, and a chunk of heavily buttered sugared bread.. knowing full well that it would attract little critters from about half mile around.. and that would very likely attract huge meat eaters from a mile around... I enjoy meeting big critters up close and personal... I hear their sounds in English.. and they respond to my words...

...At midnight, I shone my flashlight all around, and counted hundreds of little glowing eyes lining the hundred foot camp perimeter... I spoke softly, "I sense concern over my fire.. I will take fire with me when I leave.. and I trust you babies enjoyed the treats... If anyone wants more treats, you may approach in absolute safety my friends"...
I waited and waited... I got no takers...

A huge fist-sized fiery blue/orange/red meteorite split and sliced the night air, crackling and sputtering, landing in the beaver lake.. cutting the cool quiet night's air with a hard loud splash, and sudden blast of steam and hisses, and bubbles...

"Wow!".. thinks I.. "That one was much closer than the last one I saw touchdown".. That was a Big one!".. Probably worth $ten-grand on the meteorite market."..

I says to the critters, "The sky is falling, the sky is falling!"..

I was listening to the purr of frogs and crickets soft orchestra, when it seemed there was a moving gap in the music, as if something big was walking along the little lake's shore line, moving from left to right, and paused directly out from me... I peaked my senses to the max.. and there was nothing more...

I shone the flashlight around again, at the many glowing eyes.. red ones , green ones, yellow ones, pinkish ones, orange ones.. and far to the right, the light caught two huge medium-blue eyes, about ten feet off the ground, about 250-feet away, near the creek... I tried to forget I saw that.. it was making me real paranoid.. and making my skin felt like it was trying to run away... I busied myself to keep my mind off of whatever that was that had those huge blue glowing eyes.. and eventually I forgot about ole blue eyes...

About 1:30AM.. something made a tremendous Stomp sound from about 230 feet away, from near from the shore of the ancient 20,000 year old beaver lake... So powerful a stomp that it made the ground tremble right through the three doubled sleeping bags I was laying on, beside my silent faded glowing fire... Then a second huge Stomp... I froze silent.. silent slow shallow breathing, not moving a single muscle...

"Crunch" on dry weeds, from about 75-feet away...
"Crunch" on dead weeds, from about 30-feet away...
"Crunch" from 10-feet away...
"Crunch!" Right behind my head, then a deep unnerving silence...
I had my karate spear-hand primed, and ready to ram down a throat the moment I felt teeth on my neck...

I heard the soft-sounds as if of someone wearing a thick fur coat was crouching... Then long fingers gently taking up a lot of my hair, and slowly letting it roll off... Then it sniffed my hair very close... Then it sniffed at my ear, with about as much inbreath as it would have taken me to fill my lungs thrice... I suppose I smelled good to it... Hopfully not good enough to eat, thinks I...
Then something like a sharp fingernail touching the back of my neck, and I felt a strange penetrating sensation.. and all my muscles twitched once, as they relaxed off.. every muscle went totally numb... I couldn't even blink...
"ohh Shit!", thinks I...

Then another point touches the side of my head.. and another penetrating sensation, feeling exactly like a spike was being pushed harder and harder, being forced through my skull, and in 3/4's of an inch into my brain tissues, where it paused... The Very Worst sensations I ever felt in my Whole Life!.. It actually felt like a huge spike was being driven in through bone and brain.. Without any anesthetic.. Thht!!... Made me feel like I wanted to shrivel up and die... Some of me wanted to be up and running away, and imagined I could... Then a tremendous barrage of frightening sensations, like my brain was in a blender.. and heating-up dangerously fast!...

...Enough of that.. the rest is even weirder, and more frightening.. but it was all a Riot and a Rush... I'd like to do it again...
I woke eight hours later, still unable to move even a finger... When I finally broke through the paralysis, it took me half an hour crawling around on all fours, till I could get my legs working properly, so I could begin to stand with them without them buckling, and me toppling over... The whole experience was a once in a lifetime kind of Super Max Rush.. a real sterrretch experience...

I took a walk around the area, with coffee in hand... looking for footprints, and found lots of "Bigfoot prints... and scuffed them away with a stiff pine branch...

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A couple years after that, I'm sitting on the easy chair, at my best-friend's musician group house, facing the front door... The cat is resting up near my head on the back of the chair... Up from the rec-room band's instruments jam setup, comes a bouncy little lass, in a bit of a fevered rush...
She shouts-out the last word, with a warrior's confidence.. "Well I'm gonna make it Big in the Entertainment Industry!".. She opens the front door, and steps outside.. gone...

I glances back at the cat, "WoW! Choke.. did you feel the mighty Power coming from that little lady?"..

Cat says, "prrtmeowww"...

Less than a minute later, the front-door opens, and she steps back into the house.. "It's Dark Out There!, will someone accompany me to the car?"...

I feel a huge "crash"... Someone accompanies her to the car... I looks to the cat.. "She ain't gonna be anything in any industry with that big uh fear uh the dark.. do yah think?" Cat says, "meeowwww"...
I says, "It's in me to fix it.. So it would seem that I have no option but to fix it!"... Cat says, "ooehpthtuuurrrt", and licks my ear...
"I'll take that as you agree, my fuzzy friend"... "Ptttrrtttrrrrtt', says the cat...

Next day I confronts Allen with a plan.. and details to him what happened yesterday... I tells him, "It's a long weekend next week... I have a powerful high energy forest in mind... We must get her to a place where she can't run away from the dark... And I will break her fear of the dark... This place I have in mind is Perfect"...

"How you gonna do it?"

"Don't know?.. but I'm good at doing impossible things that can't be done. I'll just do it how I do it when I do it... I need you to set it all up on this side... I will bring all my own equipment, and a couple of guns for defense, should anything nasty show... When it comes to the bush, I'm the expert...
I need you to get everyone to bring their own tents, food, health kits, blankets, pillows, marshmallows, warm sweaters, bug stuff, bandaids, toothbrushes, toothpaste, towels, music, and whatevers... I'll bring the rest... And it is crucial that nothing is mentioned about darkness, or she won't come... That would destroy this project before it even gets started, and as well her future and career... As far as everyone knows, this is is just a fun camping long weekend, to a fun friendly special safe place...
I need you maintain focused in this...

"You got it!" says Al...

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So we get there in two cars... and sets up camp.. and I dump an armful of rocks for the fire-pit, right on the spot where I met ole blue eyes...

I sets-up big logs by the fire... Our little warrior is sitting in the middle of a log, with friends huddling on both sides... It's 10:30 PM, and it's real dark out... Couldn't be any darker...

Al says, "So do you think it's time?"...

"Right.. I'm workin' on it, but I have zero ideas at the moment...
I'm thinkin' it would probably be easier to build a Boeing 747 from scratch..."

So I think on it for a couple minutes.. and pan around the camp...
I sees a pitch darkness area between the little trees, in a clump of trees about 75-feet away, straight out from the fire... and I approaches our young warrior... "See that darkness over there between the trees?"

"yes"... She didn't want to look at it...

"Well, just ten feet in that blackness is a huge mighty beast, watching us closely in expectation of its next meal.. drooling warm blood down its chin and chest... Its claws and fangs just dripping with fresh warm tasty blood from its last victim, its last meal... It's waiting behind those trees for its next victim to wander too close..."

Some of her friends complained about my pants wetting story... I ignored them...
Al quietly skillfully hushed them...

I turns, and faces the darkness, and just then realizes, "Hey! I gotta walk into that dark patch, where that huge beast is hiding!.. Yikes!.. and I had to go make it so too graphic..? Save me from myself!"...
I faces the dark, takes a long slow deep breath, and struts into the darkness, and vanishes from sight.. and hides behind a tree for a couple minutes... After a couple minutes, her friends are starting to freak, and begin calling me... I'm thinking a fierce growl would be really pushin' it right about now.. they would all likely scatter, and instantly mess themselves... Out I steps, looking at the ground, sporting a forced neutral smile... all the skin on my back just a crawlin' and a buzzin', like it's gonna leave me any second... hot or cold, I don't know..? just feels like a beehive is in my back...

I walks up to the little warrior, and whispers, "now it's your turn.. because if you can't do this, you won't be able to do or be Anything.. and this is your only one last chance, and it's all set up here before you this very now... only you decide now if you are to be as success."

She looks deep into my eyes.. and sees I'm telling it truthful, and reluctantly slowly stands up off her safe log...
Her friends whining, "No You're Not!!??.." She ignores them... She faces the Dark.. Straightens her clothing.. Takes a deep breath.. and Steps right over and through the Fire like it wasn't even there.. which gave me a huge icyish warm rush.. and she struts straight into the pitch black darkness.. and disappears out of sight... and I'm still a little blown-away from her "by the book" little firewalk...

...About a minute and a half, out she comes from the darkness, with a huge forced "ear to ear" smile.. and slowly walks toward the fire.. slower and slower... I sees her legs are beginning to buckle.. I'm up and there in a couple seconds... "do you need something to hold to?".. She nods a little yes... Her voice not yet working.. just a tiny squeak.. We embrace, while her legs almost give way... I feel she's trembling like a captured little bird.. so in our embrace, unknown to her, I pushes that force the sources at my solarplex, into hers, and right through her.. better known as "soul to soul communion"...
I hold her till she gets her breath back, sighs a relief, and stops trembling... I whispers excitedly, "You Did It!.. Now nothing and no one can stop you."..

She says almost irritatedly, "No one wants to!"...

I feel Proud like a proud daddy... I glances over the fire at her paranoid friends all huddled in a ball of fear.. most of them trembling... all of them freaked and peaked, in adrenaline overload.. panning around for that beast... still expecting the great bloodthirsty beast to jump out from the trees, and grab one of them...

I grins, and whispers close to her little magesty's ear, "your audience awaits your highness".. She turns and faces her good friends, raises her arms in proud-success... They all applaud and cheer, in a standing ovation.. and huddle all around her.. full of questions and excess adrenaline.. bigtime relieved that the great bloody beast didn't eat anybody...

I glances back, and sees her strutting into the forest without a flashlight.. and I turns to tend the fire...

"Al, do you want a coffee?"
"Sure"...

I hear a lot of excited concerned whining and commotion behind me, and ignore most of it... "Where are you going?.. What's she doing?.. What are you doing?.. Where are you?.. Where'd she go?.. Where are you?", sobs and whines the frightened huddled little-group...

I push another log into the fire...

I hears.. from deep in the pitch-black darkness of the silent late night forest, in exactly the same spot where I saw the whole world in a clarity "TaiChi Bubble", the morning after ole blue eyes confronted me.. our lovely little warrior says excitedly, from the glorious pitch-blackness, with absolute warrior's confidence, "I'm gonna see what I've been missing!"...


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[Cosmicbrat]

In that incident, after the young lass came out of the dark, and I held her while she trembled.. I suspect I owned her that moment.. and could have programmed her to be my pet... Do you think..?

Saying, "Your audience awaits".. was me backing off, freeing her from my control, and primary conditioning her to breakthrough all her psychological blocks to entering the entertainment industry, and setting the stage in establishing her appetite for applause... Next thing yah know she's collecting awards at 18... Same for the three others I initiated into the entertainment industry by neutralizing their fears, and a "soul to soul"...
Seems all they need, is a little boost.. something a parent should have done for them...

I'd love to market this simple procedure.. to fill up the entertainment industry, and all industries, with little warriors... I love to watch little warriors hatch...
Sadly they quickly forget who gave them that boost... I never hear from them again... I'm supposing they associate me with that fear..?
It's weird.. I steer them into great success, and I can't seem to do it for myself..? I wish I could figure a way to aim all of me at me, like I can do for others...

[Naomi]

Great story. I used to encounter the sasquatch people up near the Lummi rez in Washington state. Some of the elders there say they are people able to shift dimensions, to physical and leave some footprints, and then shift back into their natural state.

And the kids there know about them too, once when I was at the indian community college (This college was just three trailer buildings in the middle of wilderness)where my mom was attending a few of the teenagers took me back in the woods to see the place where a sasquatch had 'nested' a few weeks before. See they all know that sasquatch exist - they acknowledge it and are curious about the people who live in the woods when they find evidence. It was a round bowl shape next to a tree that was too large to be a dog or deer bed, as I have seen those too. And the needles had been gathered up into the pile. There was also a very faint smell to the area that stunk.

Later a chief family that we were close to from the Tulalip Nation showed us the low mountain area where the sasquatch gathered. They say they come down to the low mountains in the winter and go back up to the peaks for the summer. But I remember it was quite a climb to get to this spot alone, so it's not real close to towns.

It was very interesting and mystical, like you know, deep forest magic you don't get in the city or even in the national parks at times that are all labelled and attended by tourists with dogs.

On the subject of helping people. I think that it is the idea that when we help someone we see them at there worst, and how they once were. Many are too ashamed to acknowledge their ignorance once upon a time or their weaknesses, or that they needed help to come up out of that.

Yet what is success, Cosmic? Is it doing the internal work or recieving the external rewards which serve as mostly a distraction from the true success to be grasped.

We all gotta die...even pop stars.

[Naomi]

You know what I want and I know I could get it if I really tried...I could move the whole universe to get me a piece of one of the planets I used to live on a long long time ago via meteorite backyard delivery. LOL!

[Pagan39]

It's weird.. I steer them into great success, and I can't seem to do it for myself..? I wish I could figure a way to aim all of me at me, like I can do for others...

It would be in your astrology chart.Perhaps a preponderance of southern hemisphere planets or hard aspects between the fourth and tenth houses.Also alot of energy in the hidden\shy signs like the Virgo/Pisces axis or even a hard aspected Capricorn/Cancer axis.A grand cross.Lots of retrograde planets.Many indicators.I'd suggest finding a reputable astrologer in your area and going to them with that specific question.
And dont forget that for most of the gifted(which is nearly everyone on this site) there is an ancient,collective fear of violent persecution....go public and die.I would not discount karmic fears.
Namaste
Pagan

[Cosmicbrat]

Ouch!!... that hits a big knot in me, which glows and burns and stings big inside... It's something that's really been bugging me bigtime.. why I can get myself into gear... I've got at least a thousand trillion dollars in new technologies and inventions, but I can't even afford to fill my truck's gastank, nor get my achy teeth fixed... I'm stuck in survival mode, and just can't find a way out of this hell.. But when I apply myself to another's life, suddenly they are a super success.. like the several young lassies which I turned into sudden instant American Entertainment Industry Divas, just by a little advice, and a momentary soul to soul link with them... And a year later, there they are on der teevee, taking awards.. and I never hear from them again..?

So what's this stuff about Astrology and "southern hemi-planets"?.. I've heard that I have seven thingawhozits in Mercury, maybe eight?.. I'm Virgo, born Sept 14, 4:06 AM, Regina Sask Canada, 1947, about the time the "nuclear clock" got started... I've had a few simple charts done, but they didn't tell me anything that I could use...


RE: "..there is an active sense of despair that lives in the psyche of most thinking humans that disables many..."

You've hit the nail right on the head with that one.. and it runs a lot deeper than just "despair"... Actually it's Religion's conditioning, which applies a ceiling to thought processing... In that, the conditioned person is allowed to process only up to 7% mind usage... Processing illegal-thinking beyond the 7%, into 8% mind usage, causes the conditioning to restrict cerebral nerve plumbing, which results in an extreme migraine, which painkillers can't numb-out, unless one takes enough drugs to knock them out into sleep.. but they wake with the headache still there... The only ways to totally eliminate a religious conditioning migraine, is to either immediately start preaching about dogmatic icon.. Or to apply some extreme blasphemy to the inner self, which if great enough, will cause the conditioning to self-destruct, and to try to kill the thinker as well... You know you've triggered the conditioning's self destruct mode when you sense a couple of extremely painful crackles in your brain's right-hemi, top center, in the brain's creative center.. when the conditioning's connections to the brain literally burn-up... Hurts like hell!.. I'm sure a medical scanner would record a flash of electronic-fire in that part of the brain, at that moment...
The moment one feels those stings, the thinker merely cuts power to the thinking process, and the conditioning self-destructs on its own, safely... If one doesn't cut power to thinking process, then, it's very likely the conditioning would suicide the person too... Then one ingests a barrage of vitamins and nutrient supplements, and amino acids complex, and applies various self healing processes to the self... and suddenly you are flooded with billions of new thoughts, from having freed yourself from Slavery, "original sin".. in having joined the ranks of humankind...

That conditioning was created to prevent followers from ever thinking beyond what religion wants them to know.. Essentially a "mental prison"... created and implemented to defend and maintain tithing practices, by preventing faithful followers from discovering that their religion is actually just an evil money sucking scam...
Now days, Religion has humanity anchored to history with that vile evil conditioning...

I suppose one would develop despair from suffering the migraines, from every time they try to process illegal thought out of the box... And TV forces people think out of the box.. so "migraines" is a big problem these days, and is getting worse as technology advances.. because illegal thinkers are desperately trying to grasp the new, while the old is trying to stop them from thinking...
It all falls into that category, "an idle mind is the devil's workshop" adage.. which is really only Religion stifling science and humanity, to maintain and defend their free-ride...

I sure would appreciate any assistance you can offer to help me turn my horrid lack of success thing around to the better... I have run out of ideas... and I sure do hate being stuck in this "loser's box"... If I lose, the world loses...

[Cosmicbrat]

[quote=NaomiChan;7987] "Some of the elders there say they are people able to shift dimensions, to physical and leave some footprints, and then shift back into their natural state."


Yah.. I think I've got a handle on that "shifting dimensions" thingawhozits... When the Mars Rover was offline, I pretended to take a little trip to Mars, and found the little robot.. and examined it.. and gave it a super hard kick in the belly, nearly flipping it over... Then I tried to make footprints all around it, to freakout Nasa... On my return trip, I paused at the Space Station, and just fer the hell of it, I gave 'er a little kick... That was the minute that the Space Station registered a "bump", as they called it in the News... "oops"....

I bet there's absolutely no-way that Nasa is gonna show us the pix of my footprints...

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I'm somehow connected to the Sasquatch species now.. after their messing in my head that time, and me messing in their collective... About six months after that meeting the Sasquatch incident, I was doing my thing in my Calgary apartment... I had a coffee in hand, and was walking into the living room, when an extremely Powerful cosmic or mental force, grabbed me by the hips... I paused, and dove into trance to discover it was the three Sasquatch matriarchs calling me to visit...
So I relaxed, and let them do their thing... My cosmic self was pulled up a slight incline, for about 60-feet... then a transition, which I can't figure out in the slightest.. then down a similar incline.. and there I was in a makeshift log-shack, made of logs they had pilferred from lumbering... It was sturdy built.. with ten female Bigfoots all loitering around inside... In the middle of the shack was a manger-like bed.. with a pregnant lady laying on her back, legs pulled up a little, and the head of a baby showing out the baby port... I panned all around... None of them were looking at me, nor at the lady giving birth, nor at each other... It was like absolute total silent chaos... It was as if they all didn't have a clue what to do to assist their sister... Or maybe they weren't supposed to look at me, cuz it would have distracted me from what the matriarchs wanted me there for... The little lass whom I met in the forest was there too... I caught a sense that she had been severely chastised for her having done a 101 with a human...

I looked into the pregnant lady's eyes, and tightened my gut, and pushed like I wanted her to push, then pointed at her, then at her tummy.. and she pushed... and the head was out... Immediately I moved my hands toward the baby, and one of the matriarchs quickly moved her hands superimposed with my hands, and following my movements about 98% accurate... is when I realized I'm not really there, but part of me is, cuz they can see me... We gently cradled the baby... and when it was out, I made sure the umbilical wasn't tangled around the baby, and sniffed the baby.. then lightly softly patted its back, and shook it ever so gently while cradling its head... then listened to its chest... then set the baby face down between mummy's breasts... And the mum's arms came up slowly, and she totally covered the baby with blankets of 15-inch hairs hanging from her fore-arms, "bio-baby blankets", and she bent her head as forward as she could, and gently forced her tongue into the baby's mouth... I was "blown away", and had tears in my eyes...
The three matriarchs looked at me with a look that meant "It's time to leave"... I turned away, and up the grade, and down the grade, and back in my living room.. and was surprised that I hadn't even spilled a drop of the full cup of hot coffee, while midwifing a Sasquatch...

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"There was also a very faint smell to the area that stunk."


"faint"!?... So you can begin to imagine what it was like while she crouched right behind my head... If smells could kill, that one came pretty close... But not a tenth as bad as the smell that black shrouded beast left, after my spine NDE ordeal was nearly all over and done, and I had tricked it into leaving me... It's smell Can definitely kill... Smelled something like burning sulfur and boiling fuming nitric acid combined... It seized up my breathing for four solid excruciating minutes... Its stench felt like a scalpel was slicing up my nose and sinuses...

When I smelled that lady crouching behind my head... "Shastaboola ports a fumus!".. My sense of smell went over-amped numbed, in less than a minute.. "Hwooh!'... Obviously that young lady hadn't washed in many years... I bet her smell could have killed bugs fifty-feet away... I doubt she would be pestered by mosquitoes...

Just before the matriarchs signaled me to leave, they showed me their most pressing concern... that being "itchy green hairs"... I made a look, like, "I'll do what I can for you my friends", bowed to her magesty's, and exited...


Makes me wonder if our species lost our fur because of "itchy green hairs"..? and not just inbreeding...

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"It was very interesting and mystical, like you know, deep forest magic you don't get in the city."


Sure do know.. and it feels like the whole planet is teaching me all she knows... I super loves to be in the forest... I sing, and the trees around me fill with birds and little critters, all singing at the top of their lungs... Same thing happens when I make love in the forest...

The Sasquatch are teaching me what they've got... They taught me how to communicate with bugs and critters, using 360-telepathy... Now I can say an excited "Hi" to a passing huge bug, and it will circle me, and land on my face...
I look a bird in the eyes, and speak through it, to the planet, "Greetings Your Magesty".. and birds land on my head and shoulders... Each time it's a little soft rush, which I do so very much enjoy... even blackwidow spiders permit me to pick them up, and caress their backs and legs... It makes me feel like I belong somewhere real... Sure is weird that I need bugs to make me feel wanted and complete... I don't get anything from my own species, just hate and hurt...

In the city I generally feel like I don't belong, and that I'm just a target for hurt if I don't keep to myself... I trust nothing and nearly no one... but I trust you...

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"On the subject of helping people. I think that it is the idea that when we help someone we see them at there worst, and how they once were."


I see every living thing as an orchestra of flowing movements, all trying its best to assimilate into the atmosphere, while trying to maintain a reasonable degree of individualism... I don't see people as they see themselves.. I see them as they are...

While I held that young trembling little lass, it felt like I had her whole life-essence in my hands, cuddled tight to my chest... She felt pure and honest, like a newborn baby.. plus a little titch of nasty wickedness... Al felt the need to remind her to relay a "thanks" for what I did for her life...
I don't like living with humans.. they make me feel like I'm just a meal...
but humans I live with, I make them feel like they are gods...

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Many are too ashamed to acknowledge their ignorance once upon a time or their weaknesses, or that they needed help to come up out of that.

Yah.. it's a real big ugly thing to give oneself a bad label...

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Yet what is success, Cosmic? Is it doing the internal work or receiving the external rewards which serve as mostly a distraction from the true success to be grasped.

Both... And "the distraction from true success", may be it...
I know I've got my ticket into the next.. and how the otherside works.. so in that I am a great success... But on earth, with humes, I realize that it be how they process money that be extincting the life on this planet.. so I hate money... so with a person hating money at sorcerer level, there's no way I'm ever gonna get any money... so I just gotta live with that.. and do what I can, in their hell on earth...
And there's no way I'm gonna go public, cuz I've seen, over and over again, what groupies do to destroy someone they "love"... thht on that!...

I'm just lingering, to try to teach a few brilliant warriors what I found and learned, and to tag a few gentle folk for the next so I'll have buds there.. then I'm outahere!...

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What makes me feel so sad.. is that humes will never know what my touch feels like.. nor how to touch as I do.. cuz there seems to be no way to teach people any reality.. and every time I touch a lady, the next thing I know, is she's hellbent on marrying me, and I'm hellbent on running away...

I can put someone into a gentle relaxed sleep, in just a couple seconds, with a soft caress... Nearly every night, my house mate asks, if I haven't already, "would you please put me to sleep"... I'm like her "inverse alarm clock".. and out she goes, snoring that little purr sound.. with a big-smile on her face... I do it just to see and feel that smile, is my reward...

I can cause a lady to orgasm just by imagining touching her solarplex...
I can do that "hands-on" healing stuff, but I can't figure how to stop me from getting the patient's problem... It shows in me like a horrid rash, all the way up my arm.. so I don't use this ability anymore, except for wild critters that show me their wounds and troubles... In the bush, I do doctor house-calls for my fuzzy brothers and sisters...

[Cosmicbrat]

You know what I want and I know I could get it if I really tried... I could move the whole universe to get me a piece of one of the planets I used to live on a long long time ago via meteorite backyard delivery. LOL!





Years ago I commanded that a huge meteorite come close enough to give me a little kiss... From then on meteorites have been landing close all around me... Some very close... One hit the roof of my car, right above my head, while I was parked on a gravel road near corn fields... Another slammed into the roof of a shed I was in... The closest one, I saw, landed a foot from my foot.. but it all burned up in the atmosphere... I happened to see a flash in the sky, then it disappeared.. and while I was glancing at the edge of the lawn.. something, not a something, hit the grass fast and hard, bending the grass blades all one way, and making the hiss sound of something hitting the grass.. but there was no thud, nor any hole in the ground...
Obviously it was just the momentum, velocity residuals, or something, of the spent meteorite which that hit the grass... I bet that was the "kiss" I had asked for... Too bad it missed me... Maybe next try..? So now I'm wondering who is it who is tossing flaming space-rocks at me..?

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I believe that if all humanity got their minds together, we could easily create a second and third moon for earth... and we could move the moons to catch incoming asteroids, by using those balls of rock like a planet's shield..
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[m1thr0s]

must be your significant "other"...whoever or whatever that is...

interesting story though...you must have pretty dynamic meteor magnetism. That would seem to be something a person would be born with I would think...

m1thr0s

[Cosmicbrat]

"Meteor Magnetism"..? Good coin there dude...
Goes well with my "Animal and Bug Magnetism"...
And goes with with my "tool-shed's Robber Magnetism"... but they never get in.. I've beefed up the front wall and door to crowbar-proof... It would take dynamite to get into any of my sheds... Many have tried, but I always sense it in advance, and I'm out there waiting for them, which really freaks 'em out, given that sometimes they strike at 3: AM'ish... "Hi there.. Are you shopping for OP tools on this street? Best be real super quick about it, becuz the cops are about three blockson your tail." Swoosh Voopa Zip!.. they're gone!.. about as fast as a meteorite comin' in... The attacks to my valuable tools shed have all stopped... All it took was confronting the ten major night-burglars a couple times each.. and they wrote this neighborhood off as being too dangerous to shop in...

The weirdest meteorite incident happened while I was parked on a Calgary city residential-street, waiting for my buds to do their thang in a house.. when a sudden streaking meteorite came-in so fast that it was difficult to register on my vision system.. but I did see a faint fiery-streak come in at a tight angle, like meteorites do.. touching down about 300-feet in front of me, right in the middle of a quiet house's front lawn...

So I'm sitting in the car, looking right at the spot where the meteorite landed, and trying to judge the distances in-feet from the house, and from the walk and from sidewalk, so I can simply walk-up and pluck-it out of the ground... I figures I'll give it five more minutes to cool, then go get it...

Three minutes later, the middle-aged home owner comes out of his front door, in bathrobe and slippers, at exactly 2:05 PM Saturday, after watching the day's prime kiddy cartoons, and/or roller derby.. walks halfway down his front walk.. turns to his left, facing the lawn, bends forward a little, with his elbows on his knees, and peers over the lawn, down at the grass at Exactly the spot where the meteorite was... He couldn't have seen it land.. all his doors and thick smoke-stained curtains were closed tightly when the chunk of space-rock touched down...

It was obvious that he somehow sensed my focus and thoughts on the meteorite on his private turf.. as if my focus was somehow "tapping at his homo-arachnidious residentualis cosmic spider-web"...

Given that my friends were making an illegal herbal purchase, I figured it be best to not raise any more curiosity in the neighborhood than there already is.. so, reluctantly, I remained in the car, leaving him his little ole meteorite, for him to find and recover, and proudly display in his mantle with the pretty colored beer and wine bottles, and his many bowling trophies...
Besides.. someone that nosy-sensitive would have likely come-out, in defense, with a loaded shotgun, or razor sharp machete, and/or called the cops the moment he saw me crouching, and poking my fingers in around into his private little front lawn, in front of his lovely half of a badly weathered and deteriorating little boxy townhouse structure, beside his two tone green and brown dodge station-wagon, sporting three different brightly colored disneyland bumper stickers, informing the whole world that he was actually there, in "heaven", for a little while...


Have you got any ideas how I could have 100% blocked him from sensing my focus?.. I guess I'm saying, how do we "encrypt" private thoughts?.. without needing to destroy a remote viewer's point senses, by having the cosmic god-hand pull theirn heads-off and squishing 'em like grapes, upon approach..?
Next to accidentally stepping in a cow-pie, I hates being attacked by remote viewers.. so I pull out all the stops, and try to destroy their souls as they approach...

[m1thr0s]

Have you got any ideas how I could have 100% blocked him from sensing my focus?.. I guess I'm saying, how do we "encrypt" private thoughts?.. without needing to destroy a remote viewer's point senses, by having the cosmic god-hand pull theirn heads-off and squishing 'em like grapes, upon approach..?
Next to accidentally stepping in a cow-pie, I hates being attacked by remote viewers.. so I pull out all the stops, and try to destroy their souls as they approach...Whether consciously or unconsciously this is still a shielding operation. Good shields don't only encrypt...they can also shred and if push comes to shove they can track & shred all at once. There are other things good shields can do but you can't buy these puppies off the shelf. One way or another you have to build the things yourself. Some people are able to do a pretty good job of this unconsciously. That's a good thing in a pinch but it's ultimately unreliable. There are laws and shit we have to contend with...internal stuff...you only get so many freebies before it's time to foot the bill. That's why conscious shielding is better...it's already bought and paid for.

m1thr0s

[Cosmicbrat]

"That's why conscious shielding is better...it's already bought and paid for."


Oh Bugger!.. you are pulling at the very most difficult topic, in all life, to apply words to... But I'll give it a try...
So don't blame me if you can't grasp it...
HecK!.. I'm having a tough time grasping any of it myself...
It's an easy ride.. but very difficult to describe...
The problem is that we don't have the proper words... Some of the proper words are in my new dictionary, and in the acachic records.. but I cannot incorporate the proper words for this script, without first publishing a new dictionary, which the publishing world fears to publish... So I will attempt to script it in your presently accepted dictionary...

Bear with me a little.. I have never written this before in your words.. and won't know what I've written till I've written it, and read it a hundred times...
If there be errors and omissions in its content, I won't know till a little time has passed... I'll just let it roll, and we'll see what happens...

_________________________

First off.. "shielding" doesn't stop persistant attacks, it merely deflects unsuccessful attacks... Action and the sword stops attacks, once and for all...

I discovered that Karma is only associated with Religion and Magic, and with anything that is geared to the negative/negative quadrant's natural flows of mindless greeds and hates.. which eat its container from within, like a powerful black acid.. which demands and commands payment in forms akin to death and destruction...

Sorcery is based upon Love and Reality... Love and Reality go only forward...

Religions and Magics are life in reverse..
samples being: "anti-life" "anti-christ" "anti-reality" "anti-sorcery" "anti-love", and "hell"...
Religion and Magic being based upon: war, law, undead, dead gods, pain, hate, power, and lifeless soulless money and treasure...

Sorcery only goes forward.. therefore Sorcery doesn't contain the stickum properties required to attract Karmas to bond-to...

Karma is exclusively orbital in properties.. I.E.: "what goes around comes around".. while Sorcery is only straight up and out...
When something is done for love and life.. the task has paid its own way, as life paves its own way, like driving in the dessert, at 60-mph, where there is no road, whilst life builds the road itself, ahead of the task, at 60-mph.. because life is only straight up and out. Any less is Religion, Magic, and Hell.. all one and the same...

Religions and Magics are based upon fantasy, evil, and payment.. and cost the user's life-essences to the degree of successes...

Sorcery is free... Sorcery is the major component of Life...
Sorcery destroying that which has no rights to do and be evil, is love and life in action for love and life.. in being Life's shield.. therefore there is no applied karmic-payment for having eliminated filth from the Being, in having employing Sorcery for the good of love and life... is why this here cutie little cosmic-sword can cut evil with the ease of a hot knife cutting air...

With employing Religions and Magics, the user is registering debt... Same end result, but Sorcery is straight on and up, while the others are twisted, vile, and grotesque.. in self-opposition, self-denial, and down.. including all the known and unknown evils, well hidden behind a momentary pretty face.. like disguising the devil with lots of make up and warm smiles.. as Religion's and Magic's fronts are prettied up to be presented to the mindless numbs, who register only all-sense tangible immediate surfaces...

When Religions and Magics gaze into the mirror of truth, they see confusion, and components of hate and evil, and they see what need be exterminated.. Its most dominant reflection being Karma.. "payments due for evils done"... Religion and Magic must instantly turn away from seeing its own reflection... Place a mirror in front of a religious person, and take note of their initial three reactions...
Now place a mirror in front of an honest person...
When Sorcery gazes into the mirror of truth, it sees Love and Life, as would love and life see only love and life... I.E.: "lord of the rings"... Sorcery, Corecery, Life, and Love.. embraces its own reflection...

When Sorcery destroys evil, it gives its life to Religion and Magics, which has no option but to regurgitate love and life, as being a poison, and dies with Religion and Magic, poisoned to death by love and reality.. just as blasphemy destroys religious conditioning.. but only Sorcery can rise from the ashes of the battle, as the "phoenix", for being exclusively life and love, while Religion and Magic must remain dust and rot, lost in the aftermath of battle.. is why there is no reincarnation concepts, nor afterlife realities, for Religion and Magic...

The only way one is too break the bonds of Karma, is to break Karma's base.. is to explore the blasphemy technique which I detailed in another post, to break Religion's vile conditioning, given that Religion and Magic are one and the same...
It's all comparable to the attitudes I maintain when in the bush, as compared to the attitudes others maintain when in the bush... I see myself as friend... Most people see themselves as meals when in the bush... In this, I am permitted to approach large wild meat-eaters, in absolute safety, while those who consider themselves as meat eater food, are meat eater food...

The presence of Karma neutralizes Sorcery's initiation...
In other words, "Shit cannot fit in a pail full of Clean".. just as love cannot live where evil is present... Religions and Magics are "Shit Magnets".. in which shit displaces clean.. and given that Karma is floating-shit, it can easily stick to a pail of shit...

To enable Sorcery dominance, the prerequisite is essential innocence enabled... is why Religion and Magic must attack innocence as the prerequisite to performing and effecting evil...

In indepth Web searches, I find absolutely nothing on Sorcery.. only distorted combinations of Religion and Magic, only claiming to be Sorcery.. yet still stuck in the absurd "psychic trap"...
Just as in Huna.. I know that Max Freedom Long's "Huna prayer" is absolute cosmic/mental Sorcery action.. while the great abomination claims that "the Huna prayer" is not mindless useless poetry... It all stems back to the mindless/insane worshiping of effigies and fire...
It's like how some cultures paint a red dot on the forehead to effigy the third eye.. while the third eye is the four eyes within, and has absolutely nothing to do with the forehead... Same as a movie star painting a black melanoma resembling stain on the face, and seeing it as a "beauty mark"... Same as placing a diamond ring around a turd...


Bottom line.. You are in this philosophy trip, because your Being senses that there is more, which Religion and Magic doesn't know, and fears to embrace... And you are finding truth on your own, on your own steam... This be Life and Reality as it is, not as the mindless lazies and crazes have concocted life to seem to be, to trap the mindless lazyies into their slavery program, like the spider traps the fly.. I.E.: "democracy"...

[oak]

I'll give it a try...

\o/ *standing ovation* \o/


Huna Prayer
by Max Freedom Long

If I have hurt someone today
With thought or word or deed,
Or failed another in his need,
I now repent.

If I can take those steps again,
Tomorrow will I make amends
And heal with love those hurts.
I do this pledge.

And if a hurt has struck me deep
And no amends are made,
I ask the light to balance all.
I count the debt as paid.

Parental Spirits whom I love,
And who I know love me,
Reach through the door I open wide.
Make clear my path to Thee.



edit: found this and thought it was kinda cool.

The core and essence of the Huna teachings is that man is made up of three selves or minds. These can be most easily called the subconscious mind, the conscious mind, and the superconscious mind. It is the conscious mind which the Kahunas called the uhane or middle self. This middle self is the part of man that is conscious of his own existence, and has the ability to reason. It has also been given free will to create in life as it pleases, along with the low self. The subconscious mind was called the unihipili or low self. It is the part of us that presents the unconscious material to the conscious mind, so it may reason for or against it. The low self is the storehouse of all memory, and the seat of the emotions. Its form of mentation is considered to be that of animal level reasoning. The term low has no reference to rank of importance, rather only to the fact that it is below the level of consciousness of the middle self. And to the fact that its bodily center is in the solar plexus rather than in the physical head region.

The third part is the High Self, called the Aumakua by the Kahunas of old Hawaii. The High Self is the "older, utterly trustworthy parental self of spirit." This Higher Self lives at a higher plane of consciousness, outside of the physical body. It will not intervene in the affairs of one’s life unless asked to do so. This is understood to be some cosmic law the High Self must adhere to.

The High Self has a higher form of mentation than the middle or low selves. It is the part of us that is supposed to give us our dreams, intuitions and premonitions through the subconscious self. Huna teaches that it is the High Self who constructs our future from the thoughts, hopes, and fears of the middle and low selves.

The High Self is supposed to be able to see into the future as far as one’s thoughts have been crystallized. As thoughts change daily in the life of the middle and low self, so does the future according to Huna teachings. Huna also teaches that communication with the High Self occurs quite naturally during sleep. It is in this contact at night time that most of the thoughts of one’s day are supposedly averaged by the High Self and used in some mysterious mechanism to materialize conditions in the future.

In the Huna teachings, all three selves have their proper part to perform in the life of each individual. Life, health, and happiness has to do with the integration, blending and harmonizing of these three selves.

The other most basic teaching of Huna is that people are made up of 10 basic elements. To understand this concept it is necessary to understand the basic triad of Mind-Force-Matter. I have already mentioned the three levels or grades of consciousness, (Subconscious, Conscious, Superconscious). It was believed then that the basic vital force or energy in a person’s body was divided into three voltages. The lowest voltage was that of the lower, or subconscious self.

This same vital force or energy, when used by the middle self or conscious mind, was thought to be raised to a higher voltage. In the same way when this vital force was raised to the level of consciousness of the High Self, it was raised again to even a higher voltage yet. In summary, the basic vital force or energy of a person would change according to which mind or self was using that energy.

The last element of this triad is that of matter. Huna teaches that each of the three selves has a shadow body or etheric body. An etheric or shadow body is a metaphysical body, that is thought to be an exact duplicate of everything that exists in the physical world. It is this energetic mold that holds any physical form together. It is believed that not only do our three selves have a shadow body, but also everything that has ever been created.

The shadow body of the low self is said to be a mold of every tissue of the physical body. The low self shadow body, hence, looks exactly like the physical body except is metaphysical in form. Huna teaches that all memory is stored in this shadow body of the low self. The shadow body of the middle self is supposedly an energy body in the physical head region. The low and middle selves, hence, interpenetrate the physical body with their shadow bodies.

The High Self has a shadow body also, however it does not interpenetrate the physical body. The High Self is supposed to be connected to the low self through an energy cord. This energy cord has been called the silver cord in other mystical teachings.

I have so far mentioned 9 elements. The 10th element is the physical body, which is the vehicle or instrument in which the low self and middle self operate and live.

Huna teaches that the high Self expresses all the divine qualities ...compassion, patience, love, forgiveness. It is the ideal to which we as middle selves are supposed to aspire. It is a step advanced in the mental powers and creative abilities. The Higher Self is also considered to be a combined community of spirits. They are considered to be individual in identity, and yet one with all other High Selves at the same time. The High Self is also considered to be a perfect blending of masculine and feminine. The High Self is hence an androgynous spirit or self.

The shadow bodies of each of the three selves was said to be made of an "aka" substance. This aka substance has a sticky and elastic quality to it, and can stretch without breaking. This substance is also a perfect carrier and conductor of vital force. According to Huna teachings, the lower self shadow body is capable of changing shapes temporarily or permanently to form a connecting thread between the middle and High Self. A person who has a good relationship, and strong rapport with their lower and Higher Self have developed these aka threads into aka cords. It is upon these aka threads and/or cords that vital force and thought forms can travel.

Every time we contact our lower self, Higher Self, any object, or person in the world we are sending out these aka threads. When contact is made between two persons, a long sticky thread is drawn out between them. Further contact adds other aka-threads, and these are braided together into aka-cords. This aka-cord results in a strong rapport between the two individuals.

Telepathic communication, according to Huna, has to do with the traveling of vital force, and thought forms through these aka cords. This telepathic sending of thought forms and vital force, can occur between the middle, lower, and Higher Selves, and/or between two persons who have a strong aka-cord connection.

Every thought we think was thought to have a shadow body around it also. In other words it is a thought ’form’. As a thought is formed it was said to be fastened by a thread of this aka substance to the threads that came before it. This concept is the explanation given for the association of ideas as known in modern psychology. In other words, as one’s conscious mind holds any given thought, all other thoughts attached to the thought form pulled will follow suit.

Another extremely important point in the Huna teachings is that of vital force or mana. Mana or vital force is the basic energy of all things. Huna teaches that mana or vital force is taken from the food and air by the low self and stored in the low self’s body, also known as the shadow body. This vital force in the lower self’s shadow body can be used for any thing the middle self wants. This mana, when used by the middle self is hence raised from the shadow body of the lower self to the physical head region of the middle self. The mana , when used as the life force of the middle self, is changed in some subtle way. This force, when raised like this, is called "the will", in modern psychology. When the middle self does not use this will power as it should, the lower self acts out and flirts from one activity to another without carrying out any suggestion or commands effectively.

The lower self or subconscious self, in Huna, is thought to be like a child. It needs to be loved, and it needs to be treated firmly and in a disciplined manner. A real physical child if spoiled and not given any discipline will act out. It is the same with the lower self. This is why it s essential that the middle self raise the mana or vital force for use as will power. The middle self is the reasoning mind which is like the parent of the lower self, just as the Higher Self is the parent of the middle self. The three selves are hence levels and gradations of consciousness.

The Kahunas believed that everything in the universe was in a state of evolution. This went for the elements, plants, insects, animals, lower selves, middle selves and Higher Selves. They saw the entire universe in levels and gradations of consciousness.

-excerpt from The Huna Teachings of Hawaii (http://www.iamuniversity.ch/The-Huna-Teachings-of-Hawaii)

[Cosmicbrat]

From what I understand, that "huna prayer poem" wasn't by Mr. Long... It was by some goofy christian, trying to play intellectual...
Mr. Long determined that the "Huna prayer" was an attitude how the Hawaiian shaman mentally psyched them selves up in their minds, to enable them to perform magic tricks, like walk barefoot across extremely hot lava fields, without sustaining any damage...

Anybody can write a silly poem, and make it seem to be integral to a something or other...
I could publish, "Wippit flippit, crump diddly-clumpit.. framus on the dingdong" and claim that it's the message everyone must recite to open the gates of heaven... and now it's very likely that several with believe it anyway, given that they don't have anything else to cling to...

The thing is.. to get anywhere with the mind.. one must surpass all those silly old obsolete books... Books are merely steps... To get stuck on a step is to fail at life...

[oak]

well i kinda liked it ;)
whoever wrote it.

[m1thr0s]

First off.. "shielding" doesn't stop persistant attacks, it merely deflects unsuccessful attacks... Action and the sword stops attacks, once and for all...well...I have a smarter shields then. What I have found is that a lot depends on what your tools are rooted in. If they are rooted in things core to every being, then they can in fact root out imbalanced being at their source, in a word, they can attack if attack is warranted. Most times it isn't actually necessary because they can also consume and convert as much crap as might happen to be coming in. No attacker can withstand that for very long...their amunition just gets depleted while your shields just keep getting fatter...

It all depends on how intelligent your shields really are...if you go with the usual deflection stuff...you get the usual results.

But like I said, the good stuff you have to build yourself...

m1thr0s

[Pagan39]

I just want to announce that everything I say is to be prefaced by the increasingly tedious but necessary acknowledgement that we are all multi dimensional,past,present,future are all occurring simultaenously,there is no such thing as linear space time really....blah,blah,blah...quantum physics...blah blah blah...that everything is a concept and therefore does not exist(quote Nisargadatta or some other appropriately obscure and therefore very cool vedic mystic) So that when I mention Karma or dont mention reincarnation I dont get attacked on not mentioning the above tedious preface.
Namaste
Pagan

[Cosmicbrat]

I suppose poetry has its uses... but I haven't found any yet...


Oakie.. If you want to test out Mr. Long's "Huna Prayer", try this little experiment, which is based upon the mental activity which Mr. Long was referring to in coining his "Huna Prayer" concept... "Hail hunie, wogboo soonie, fix the nosie lickidy-split, to acquire some poonie.. ahhhmen..."

From our PM correspondence, I believe this little trick should be easy for you...

Next time a friend has a nasty cold, and is nasally super stuffed up, rest your hand on their face, and imagine reaching up beyond the clouds.. where you establish a large hand, which you reach down to your physical-hand resting on the patient's face, and mentally reach the shrinking hand into their head as microscopic tiny little hands, gently caressing the inner linings of the sinuses, commanding the puffy inflamed tissues to shrink back to normal, to the sinus walls...

Suddenly the person's breathing will have become so free, that you will have to listen close to their nose to determine they are breathing... You just performed a little "miracle"...

Now you can go on to be mankind's great lost savior.. and have a lovely pardy, healing all the horribly diseased folks who hound you day and night... Digging in your trash.. chewing, sniffing, and sucking on, your disposed kleenex's and your disposed old socks and underware.. hiding in your trees and behind fences with digital-cameras.. peeing on your lawns and roses.. peaking in your windows.. offering you their extremely diseased infectious crotches to play in.. stealing everything and anything not totally secured.. and issuing you death threats for those you wouldn't or couldn't assist... Then they'll murder you for love, and devour your muscles as burgers... and save your bones in a museum.. and they'll fashion little plastic and putty statues of you to place on their mantles to worship and beg to whenever they have problems they can't get out of.. and they'll include your name in a couple history books and comic books.. and they will use your name as cuss words.. and they will pretend eating your skin and bones on worship days, for centuries.. and you will be famous.. and everybody will love your grave, and kiss your headstone a lot, and leave cheap flowers on your grave for a couple years, till someone finds a little dirt on you.. and publishes it.. then they will take you out of their history books, and make scary movies about your life.. and your legacy will be that a sick-friend is now breathing easier... and CMM will interview your easy breathing friend and your brothers and sisters, and make them all look like silly hillbillies on der teevee...

Goodluck on your little miracle... but I doubt you want to be telling anybody that it actually worked, in this absolutely insane culture full of mindless nutcases, all making their blind-bid for hell and extinction, all waiting for their fictitious god to do something impossible to make their crappy lives fun and safe, and forever...

[MythMath]

'God bless us, everyone!'
tiny tim

'Tiptoe through the tulips with me!'
the other tiny tim

:confused: :o_O: :p :rolleyes: :eek: :confused:

[Cosmicbrat]

well...I have a smarter shields then.

m1thr0s



I see it as I really need to put a sudden stop to attackers, so they can't go on attacking and bullying me and others, is why I focus on weaponry rather than shields... I've set my weaponry lab to accellerate and build its own evolutions.. so when ever it auto activates, I sense the new activity... I close my eyes, apply a little trance levels, and just watch the show.. and am always surprized by the strange new weaponry evolutions... But this extreme weaponry usage makes me feel like I'm the bully.. which is why I need to learn what you have to teach about shields...

First off.. is there an absolutely reliable functional shield, which works well on automatic..?

[m1thr0s]

weapons are my thing...but it's not what people usually think. In order for a weapon to be placed on 24-7 autopilot, it has to be something you use almost constantly so that it's a weapon when you need a weapon or a tool when you need a tool. There's not a lot of things that qualify in that department...mostly they are too damn boring for my money...so you lose interest and the whole gameplan falls apart...

when I started studying magick many moons ago, weapons were the only thing I cared about...it was a religion with me...weapons are the way was my motto in those days. So I followed it in but it soon became a much bigger issue than I originally thought. What good does it do to hit the puppet when the puppet-masters get off scott-free and there's always a million more puppets where that one came from anyhow...soon enough you begin trying to sort out how to hit things at their source...typically unbeknownst to them anyway, as if they ever really gave a shit.

I found the key to lie in tantric tools the same as Ravanna did some 7000 years ago or more...and I'm not talking about the peacy-weecy stuff you understand...people forget...Shiva was a godamn one-man slaughterhouse...people only started calling him Shiva because his older name (Rudra) was the equivalent of sudden death...so they came up with a name they hoped might appease him a little. You don't have to give a shit about Shiva though...it's just the example I am after. Shiva knew the drill...in order to be really dangerous, you have to go where the power lies and deal with it on its own ground. Then all the "droppings" begin to be a lot more manageable.

Anything you follow through with all the way will lead you to a highest ground. It's no different with weapons. Weapons are just a little more honest than other things.

m1thr0s

[Pagan39]

The presence of Karma neutralizes Sorcery's initiation...
In other words, "Shit cannot fit in a pail full of Clean".. just as love cannot live where evil is present... Religions and Magics are "Shit Magnets".. in which shit displaces clean.. and given that Karma is floating-shit, it can easily stick to a pail of shit.

This is totally abusive and so typical of your cowardly,oblique way of putting your point across and getting away with being abusive at the same time.Hiding in a pile of nebulous half baked ideas presented as truths you get to have an ugly little tantrum.Starting off,cap in hand...oh bugger this is so hard...I dont really have the words....how do I put it...to denigrate into this ugly abusefilled rant.Totally unbecoming to one of your age by the way.I want a moderator to take a look at your modus operundi in this so you dont get away with it again.You may be in denial or unconcious as to the way you operate in a forum...but I am not and neither are others.Dont think you'll get away with abusing me in this way ever again.
If anything a shit magnet in this forum its you and your tantrums....
Pagan

[Cosmicbrat]

Dearest Pagan

I sincerely apologizes if my posts have upset you...

Please realize that this is merely a non-regulated, absolutely biased discussion, designed to explore and discover new items, new thoughts, new concepts.. and I in no way directed anything nasty your way.. rather, I sincerely respect your new thoughts, data's, and ultra-genius suggestions, and regard your mental brilliance to be unsurpassed in many ways...

This thread could get too-messy for your gentle loving eyes and opinions.. and given that your feelings are in a momentary fragile state, it would be best for you that you simply ignore and boycott this thread, or at least my extremely irreverent posts.. if only for your continued peace of mind... Be aware that this thread is merely one thread of hundreds of million threads active on the Internet... This thread is an exploritory thread.. sometimes silly.. sometimes real nasty... but no one is attacking you personally.. No one here wants to... I am merely addressing what I see as deficient misaligned concepts, which I sincerely believe must be addressed, biopsied, autopsied, and disposed of.. for the players to establish a reasonable degree and base of logic and reliability, in this absolutely crazy nutcase devolving-ape's christian world...

[Pagan39]

Dont patronise me...and I accept the apology.
Pagan

[m1thr0s]

Cosmicbrat's rants are his poetry...I guess it's an aquired taste...

Everybody try to calm down a little please...we all lose out tempers, including me. But I'm not seeing anything that looks to me like a deliberate assault Pagan39...in any case...take this to PM please...there's some good stuff in this topic...

Contact me or Kain or Danisty or any Mod you feel like might understand your positions. I admit that right now I'm sort of on vacation...

m1thr0s

[Cosmicbrat]

[quote=m1thr0s;8312]"weapons are my thing..."


In topic "weapons"... I'm coming from.. the day I learned what the sword can do...

In that, "meeting the Sasquatch" incident.. I remained totally paralyzed for the three hours that I remained awake, while the icy dew fell on me, struggling with everything I had to try to break free of the freeze, after the beast left me alone and totally vulnerable, in the forest, all the night, like a tasty meal all set out for anything that wanted to eat some fresh pink raw meat... Even a rat could have bit off a few chunks of me, and I would have been totally powerless to do defend myself... It was a horrid hellish night, at best... In the AM, I found that I was still totally paralyzed.. I still couldn't even twitch a finger.. but at least I could open my eyes... I struggled to break free, but everything I tried failed... I had one last obvious option... I dove deep into trance, and imagined I visited the souls of the ancients who had met these creatures under similar circumstances... A great ancient monk showed me his sword.. then vanished... I had nothing but my silly useless little cosmic sword... I drew my sword, and hefted it up and back.. and as it moved straight-up above my head, the blade sliced through something above me.. a roof of a cave, made of a yellowish beige veil substance colored the same as the stuff of the Sasqautch unconscious collective... The sword had sliced a huge cut in the ceiling... I made my way out of the veil substance, sort of like climbing out a cut in the top of a tent.. then my fingers twitched.. then my legs twitched... and in a couple minutes things were starting to work again, and I was on my knees peeing a very much needed pee...
I suspect that the ancients who met this fate, are on record for flatly refusing to speak of it, because maybe it took them days to break the freeze.. and they probably super messed 'emselves in their togas...

OK.. So the sword freed me from being cosmicly paralyzed... My next question was, "Can this sword be implemented to slice a metal lamp post in two?.. or an attacking human bully in two..?"

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I sense remote viewers approaching.. and I am behind them in no-time, swinging my sword through their necks... Because too many remote viewers were disrupting my sleep nightly for ten solid years.. and trying to rob technology data from my head, on a daily basis... till I realized what it was that had disturbed every night for the past ten years... GodDam! I was a thousand times more pissed than livid-pissed... Those wealthy vomits, sit around in their luxury, while I squirm around trying to get enough to eat.. and they have the nerve to destroy what little peace I have, by inceasantly trying to rob me... I was fugink seriously primed and ready to Kill anything that moved... If a neighbor's door squirting cat came within grabbing distance, I would have pulled its head off!..

Then one evening I was giving my precious lady a gentle massage, when I opted to employ the glittery "sandman dust" item, to put her to sleep in a few seconds... I sprinkled the glittery dust over her head, and out of the blue, a freckled man's hand pushed into the falling dust, catching most of it... That was IT! I had had enough! I seized the remote attacker, slammed him in a chair, froze him, and slammed my huge fist down on him so hard that he broke into thousands of tiny pieces...

I dropped all my projects, and began extreme research into weaponry and shields... and found a lot... The sword, and various other toys are all 24/7... The moment I sense an approaching intruder/I'm slicing off its head.. but occasionally I grab them, and dump them into a big box, then pour-in a couple boxes of stuffed toys, and a little light so they can see to play with their new toys... One guy told me that it took him six weeks to get out of his stuffed toys box... But now I've set the dragons and spiders to be on automatic... and now days when my puppies activate, I simply close my eyes, pause what I'm doing, and watch the show... Now I've found several new ways to deal out remoters, on a more permanent basis... Actually I want to somehow absolutely destroy their souls, spirits, and rights to life.. all in one swift motion...

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"the puppet-masters get off scott-free"..


Yeh... That's why I need to learn shields... or ways to really take heads with this here silly little cosmic sword...


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If Shiva was real.. I could command that he visit my plateau, and by cosmic law, he have no option... I could take a piece of him if I so choose... Was he good or bad?.. Did Shiva know where the power is?.. Who else knew?..

Is there any tantric instruction regarding the uses and handling of this sword?..

[m1thr0s]

Well, Shiva is the Destroyer of the Universe Cosmicbrat...I'm pretty sure he knows all about weapons...

But I must admit...I am not accustomed to such dramatic events...either they simply do not affect me or I simply have no time for them.

The sheer magnitude of it all gives me pause...these things simply don't occur in my world, nor would I ever consent to allow it. We appear to be wired rather differently that way.

Remoters can't even see me unless I let them CB...have you ever considered trading your personna in for something a little deadlier? Because the reason they can't see me is that I am deliberately masked behind something they simply cannot comprehend...so all they get is a muddled void, or whatever silly commercial I elect to broadcast at them...

This is all in the general vacinity of assuming the godform...only in my case I opted for something a little bigger...

Does that make any sense?

m1thr0s

[Cosmicbrat]

"Shiva is the Destroyer of the Universe Cosmicbrat...I'm pretty sure he knows all about weapons..."


Then soon I will know what he knew...




"I am not accustomed to such dramatic events...either they simply do not affect me."


Obviously you didn't need to defend your life constantly from day one, as I had too...




"...these things simply don't occur in my world..."


Lucky you...




"Remoters can't even see me unless I let them CB...have you ever considered trading your personna in for something a little deadlier?"


Workin' on it... I'll rewrite the books soon...




"in my case I opted for something a little bigger..."


I hear yah... In trance so deep, that it took 20-minutes coming out before I could even move a finger, in one experiment I pretended to contact the cores of sources and forces, informing them that I would be their senses-point for beyond their reach, if they get me there...
In the next second I noticed odd activities in me... My body's support systems were all shut off, and each system was failing in its own way, falling off in its own time... I felt lika balloon that some just let go of the end... When my heart fluttered and my lungs stopped, I realized I had to do a quick retraction... I corrected my benefactors, "NOT Now! When I Say! Now Fix everything Back On!" ("god dam mindless ape-gods!")...

Anyway obviously I had their attention.. so I followed through with a series of a hundred key experiments... In this I discovered a huge critter, whose cells are universes... and I managed to enter in at its toe.. and quietly made my way to its brain, where I sought out its master brain cell, is where I made my stand.. and gently made it known that I was here, and friend... It permitted me to drive it for a minute upon my request, after I convinced it that it would be fun to feel me drive it, and fun for it to be driving me... Biggest vehicle I ever drove...

I command that unity, for when I notice a remote attacker approaching, and pull its head off.. to defend and maintain my peace... I don't want to have to hide behind shields... I shouldn't need to hide from anything... I should be free to live life as Life is... It seem the only way to live free, is to take 'em out... So be it!..

So now I just need to make this package so fugink Deadly that them thar mindless apehead assholes won't want to even think of attacking...
They push.. I jump into new extremes.. They push some more.. I jump some more.. like trying to catch a large frog...

Let's see what this here Shiva remnants is made of...



Reason you aren't pestered as I am, is because I found 14 layers of untapped sciences in the Sasquatch collective.. and since 1984 have been contacting the world's major scientific concerns asking for assistance in the form of funding and a lab, to build all this planet saving technology... I didn't receive one single favorable response... All I got was 5 Internet wrecked PC's, Ten-years of sleepless nights, hundreds of asshole parasites trying to suck data from my mind, and worse, while I watched the monkeys decimate my world for money and sport...

I saw 1400 untapped technologies... I've seen all the technologies in mankind's DNA... We were born with everything we have, and everything we will have... but our general scientific method, is to try everything from the bottom, till we eventually come up to what works... I work different.. I look at the top, and how it works, then I write it up, and drop the notes into the many cases of notes, in order as I've written them...
Those notes are written so deep, that it takes me deep self trance to even begin to grasp what I wrote...
For me, rifling through the notes cases is like going to the movies...
Seems I can't get a single reality word in through mankind's insane walls...
I don't see a lab in my immediate future...
I wasted my whole life acquiring all this technology...
I don't know how long I can maintain all this data in my mind... I'm 59 now, super healthy, and still a little bit of a "greeser"...
If I'm not working at my lab bench by my 60th birthday, the 75-thousand pages of notes burn in the garden that evening.. and I will change course in mid-stream, dump the sciences from my mind, and commence building homes and gardens for wilderness critters in forests.. and humanity can all remain in hell, and go to hell!... Humes!.. You've got 9-months to wake up to some Reality.. or you lose 1400 technologies, for the next 500 to a thousand years, when the next one like me visits your goofy Hell on Earth...
I've had enough of trying to wake you mindless asshole apes up to a little reality, while you fight so well to remain mindless...
I wasted my whole life on humanity, acquiring all you asked for and need... I wasted a whole lifetime for you for nothing, when I could have had millions of wild critter homes and gardens built by now...


I'm gonna set some precident examples of the next couple attack-remoters...
Ever heard of "promethius", and "cosmic parasites??..

[m1thr0s]

I understand how these things can seem like a waste but they probably aren't. I also understand a great deal more than you might expect about the difficulties involved in communicating information that the world is not ready to receive. There is no easy answer that I know of but there probably is one. Maybe funding is simply not the way to go. Perhaps at least one of these technologies can be put to work without it and from that more interest would spring. I don't really know since I don't have access to your data, but that much information must certainly contain at least one doable project even without the funding...

perhaps not, but people can't be held accountable to things they just don't have any way at all to grasp. like it or not, meeting the world halfway has always been a major part of any pioneering endeavor...you just have to find the right angle.

m1thr0s

[Cosmicbrat]

I have given my all to do that... And every time, some crooked politician comes out of the swamp, right when my project to finance a lab is its most vulnerable.. and they sees a profit potential, and rips out the rug, backed by the illegal immoral legal system, and they threaten me with a death threat should I pursue my claim...

I dumped everything in Ontario, when I realized I needed to find a quick funding, on my own, for this lab... I figured finding a new gold mine would be the ticket.. so I hitch hiked to BC, settled a bit, studied prospecting, geology, mineralogy, and the business of mining... 18 months later I was testing my pocket geiger, when it went wild... Ends up I was standing on a huge radioactive mineral deposit... And I had found two others by the time I got back to Vancouver... I went to the claims office... The guy tells me that they don't have claim tags for radioactive mineralization, because no one has found any yet.. and he informs me, "You haven't found any!"... Then he snubs me, and disappears in his office...
So I takes a ferry trip to Victoria, to the minister of mines... He tells me, "There is no radioactive mineralization in BC, other than that which is imported by medical science and industry!"... I got a little hostile... He tells me that he "Pegged down his post by presenting his final thesis on why there isn't radioactive mineralization in BC.. So there's no way I am going to issue you with claim tags for radioactive mineralization in BC.. or for anything in BC.. And no one else in the world will neither.. because all tags go through me!.. Get out of My Office, and the building in 60-seconds or I'll have you physically removed, or Worse!"

I sees a mental visual of a bullet discharging as he speaks "or worse"...
I reach for my little map, but he slips it back to the floor before I touch it.. "You won't be needing that"...

I glances back at the two huge well armed SS dudes standing behind me, and I turns, and exited the building in 30-seconds...

Just out the front doors, my legs go rubbery... I had to sit, so I picks a spot on the top of the marble steps way over to the side... and hold my head in my hands.. my ears ringing.. my head feeling like it's spinning inside...

Moments later those two ss-dudes are right behind.. shoeing me away like a bad doggie... They slug my shoulders so hard, it nearly sends me face down the marble steps... Then one kicked my tailbone so hard it made my ears ring, and a tremendous searing hot jolt slice up and down my spine and right side, numbing my whole right leg, and making my right ear so hot that it felt like it was on fire... I barely managed to negotiate down the steps, with hands assist.. and got my left leg working enough to drag my offline right leg...
I gets a half block away from the building, pulls out the other map from my shirt pocket, unfolds it, kisses another billion dollars byebye, and lights the paper with my lighter... The asshole who kicked my bum, runs off the steps, and straight towards me, saying "What's that!?"

"It's the other two radioactive deposits, the ones you assholes aren't getting from me!"...

He tries to grab the flaming piece of paper, but I turns, and keeps my back to him, and my arm held straight out.. while he's frantically reaching from both sides of me from behind me... Then when there's only an inch of paper unburned, I turns, and smiles, "Is this what you want?.. Take it!".. and just as a breeze comes up, I drops the sheet of charcoal into his cupped hands, and the breeze fragments it to about ten pieces.. and he's trying to catch them all, but catching none... and as he bends his 9mm falls out, to the sidewalk, landing on its hammer, while the barrel is pointing at his throat... and the gun goes bouncing along the sidewalk, and bounces on the sewer grate, and slides, with many bits of pearl handles scattering all over the road...

"You're sure a sloppy one!" says I...

He recovers his seriously messed up toy, and says, like a snotty little rich school yard bitch, "Well we don't need your map, we'll find it on our own!".. and walks away in a huff...

I calls to him, "those mines were for me to build a lab, to erase disease and pain!.. You just never forget, that when you've got pain, that it's all your fault.. as is all of humanity's cumulative pain on you.. You've got one hell of a Karma to pay, Assholes!"...

I've got that asshole's cosmic-number and code... and should he even make it near to the afterlife, I gonna feed him to my pets, slowly.. then let him heal.. then feed my babies a little more.. and so on...


I missed the last bus to the ferry, and had to spend the night under a picnic tables storage tent, soaked and freezing... hellbent on trying to figure a way to get 'em back... And I gets an idea how to obsolete nuclear power.. An alpha particle sampler cct... And I thinks, "Oh just Lovely!.. I still need a lab for that too."..

I move away from BC... Those politicians sold my mines, and used their ill gotten booty for all kinds of bad investments in the States, and overseas... I thinks they're the goofs who tried to start "Canadian Tire Stores" in the States.. and failed horribly... But at least they got their cottage roadway paved.. and one of the assholes even paved the whole road leading to his cottage drive... And they got nicer water toys, and more luxuries... And I've tagged their bloodlines for hell...

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I've sure tried, head-on.. but I'd need an army to keep them from robbing me...


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I tried to build the liquid electricity emitter, in my parent's basement workshop...
I tried three times... I warned dad to not touch it... He ignored my warnings, because he always saw me as a bug... and he shines a penlight into the half-inch barrel of the unfinished plazma-engine core, and out bursts a flash of goldish liquidy light, burning two holes clean through the back of his eye... He was pissed... I had warned the asshole...

So I did a little more research on the dangers of developing this device.. and calculated that if the core wasn't carved absolutely perfectly.. when switched-On, it would inverse, and go critical.. leaving a twenty foot diameter crater where the house used to be.. and likely secondary detnations from the released raw anti-matters reacting in the ground... and a lot of super pissed neighbors.. what's left of them... And a lot of grumpy cops all over the neighborhood, collecting body bits, rings, and coins...

I shelved the project, for safety reasons.. till I have a suitable safe-lab in the mountains, in Alberta... Which means, this Species don't gets their flying cars till I they gives me a lab, and a credit card... It's that, or I takes it all to the grave!.. Ay fugink amen!...

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I can't find any other angle of approach..?

I've been told that before I can get funded, I must provide "Full Disclosure"... Thht on that!.. The apes would just run with it, and leave me in the dust, without so much as a thankyou... I've dealt with the apes before, on many occasions... The moment they have it, it's theirs now... Once you gives a gorilla uh banana, there is no way you is gonna get it back, without a fight to the death... I knows how humes work... Meeting them halfway means full disclosure... and there's no way they're gonna rob me ever again!.. I've had enough of trying to deal with their great zoo... But if you have any more ideas, even silly, off the wall ones.. I sure would like to hash them over...

[m1thr0s]

yes, funding always has strings attached unless you can get a no-strings sort of grant. It's very unlikely you would be able to do that because people do have their reputations on the line at least and nobody wants to be accused of funding a terrorist or a psycho. You will inevitably be perceived as one or both to most people. That's just what it is...it isn't going to change.

I don't really have a solution for you CB...I come from a Satanic persuasion so for me it's all about motivated self-interest. It's very easy to be pulled off-course via the lull of humanitarian concerns. Even Hitler started out from a humanitarian motivations...there's just something terribly unstable about it all.

If it can't be done it can't be done and it's time to move on to something else. But if it can be done you need to be focused on that and not all the other stuff that has gone wrong I think...though it's a fascinating story really. Too bad you can't just convert this whole thing into a movie. Not to be insulting, but it's terribly entertaining. A lot of people could probably relate to it better in the form of a movie or a good book or something...

m1thr0s

[Cosmicbrat]

I have one idea.. a lot easier than the plazma engine... but it still requires a lab, to create new genes, which command target insect species what to eat, and what to fear, by adding these glitch genes to baits...
We could have grasshoppers cutting our lawns to a specific height.. and eating dandelions and pest weeds... Pesticides and repellents would go obsolete...

It's quite simple... I takes a friendly venomous subject, and makes friends with it... I found the perfect candidate in a BC forest... A white garden spider... The one I met was quite playful...

I teaches it to use a trash pail... then when it's taking out the trash, I shocks its feet, just enough to piss it off, but not so much as to harm it... Then the hard part.. I convinces it to take out that bit of trash before its anger settles... That would cause modifications in its venom factory.. establishing a new anger gene, and a new passive gene... Isolate the glitch genes, restructure them, and synthesize them, and the rest is easy... This project would end a lot of the land and water polluting...

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I have thousands of new inventions, but no money to do anything with them.. and every time I disclose any, the pirates run with them...

I get from one to ten new inventions per day... Now days I don't even bother documenting them anymore...

I found a way to invite the souls of the dead into my vehicle.. then I spit out any personality and controls of my new guests.. because once, one battled for dominance... I've invited all the ancient great scientists, to share my vehicle as their new home, for to enjoy woman's tender caress again... They couldn't refuse... Even the top dog Samurai couldn't refuse.. but he was way too nasty for my ways, and I had to eject him.. at least I think I ejected him... but my increased levels of angers, and increased insights in Martial Arts, makes it seem that maybe I didn't eject him... "oops"...

The day I caught the Samurai, I was strolling in Calgary's China Town... Two groups of Oriental thugs bumped me off the sidewalk, by shoulder butting me... I paused, and dove into trance, and called for the number one dead Samurai to share my vehicle for to feel woman's caress again, and to assist me to prevent anymore being bumped off the sidewalk to the road...
and I continued along the street... I saw sunlight flash off of two swords at my hips, and rested my thumbs on the sword handles... and I saw superimposed on me, a black silk robe, with a gold embroidered nature scene on the back...
As I walked, I noticed an oriental lady super fidgety standing across the street, waiting for the light to go green... She crossed in a fevered rush, hurried to a store-front, and backed tight to the door, set her parcels down, and bowed as I walked by, and held her bow... I paused, and looked at her, seeing her as a polite child who would probably make a good screw.. is when I realized that the Samurai was messing with my controls... I corrected him, saying, "I have a delicious female at home, not this one!.. and Do not touch my controls ever, or I shall eject you forever!".. and everything was cool...

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In those cases of notes are about 150 movies partially written... I figured I would take all this new technology, and distort it, and write it up into scifi...
I sent three items to the publishing world... They informed me that my stuff would seriously "rock the boat".. and that they wouldn't touch my works with a "ten foot pole"... One said, "hundred foot pole"...

So the only way I is gonna get published, is if I get funding for a small publishing company... And here I am back at square one...

I have new legends, novels movie scripts, perfume ad campaigns, Beer lines and their ad campaigns, movie scripts, songs, new musical instruments, 7 new RV's, computers worn as skin grafts, disintegrator trash pails, laser healing of bone, androids, houses grown from a seed, a dozen new engines, thought video recorder, a magma drill, a crystalline hardness 14 to 28 on the mhos scale, a pen beam which could engrave a poem on a lunar cliff face from here, and weird stuff that I haven't got a clue where it came from, nor what it does... I even bumped into Walt Disney's remnants.. and for a day I drew thousands of strange new cartoons, and accurately signed his signature in his writing style, then put him back where I found him... and that little bit is just a millionth of what I've got...

I have really tried.. and really really failed... Like I said.. "It's like trying to teach rocketry and computers to neanderthals.".. All they wants is free bananas.. and to pee on the roses...

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HecK!.. I even found two brand new species truffles... One tastes like bitter chocolate and extreme citrus... I labeled it "Schocolate Citrone Truffle"...

The other has a bouquet so expansive that it renders me unconscious trying to follow its bouquet... It stops me at the 34th item... I found 30 distinct new spice flavors in that specimen... One tiny sniff up close, knocked me unconscious for a few seconds... I regained consciousness half way tumbling down a small grade, slamming into rocks and stuff... one hell of a rude awakening!.. This item might be used in medicine, war, and police work.. to render people instantly unconscious... I believe there's billions of dollars in that item...

There is no way I'm gonna make these two items public.. not without a support army... This country's money sucking parasitic politicians would grab it faster than I can blink, and would bump me out about as fast.. and/or shoot me to gain ownership of an extremely lucrative industry... Besides.. this spice specimen seemed to have a degree of quality sentience... I believe it be the great grand pappy of most of the plants and shrooms on the planet... I returned it as I found it.. and sprinkled a dilute fruit sugar solution all around its outer perimeter, as a treat, to force it to explore sucrose in its genes, to add to its huge bouquet of rare peppery spices...

The world's mycology experts all claim that there are no truffles in Canada...

I contacted Canada's agricultural departments in this matter.. and France's culinary government departments... I didn't get one single intelligent reply, except, "send us a sample, and a soil sample, and a map where we can find them.".. Thht on that!...

[m1thr0s]

you would need a collaborator on the writing end I think...you are too close to your own ideas to be able to frame them properly...it may not be possible. My idea is that you find somebody who has an interest in all of this with some serious writing ability under their belt and you just basically talk at him/her and let him/her handle the actual scripting of the story. It would be awkward for you but I don't think you'll be able to pull off the writing directly...too many variables...too much stuff going on...it would have to be weeded and honed to come into an actual story format.

If you insist on pushing people farther than they can go they simply won't go at all...the whole trick is meeting up somewhere in the middle. I really think you will need another person for that though...

It's not an easy thing. Wish I had a solution for you. Wish I had one for me for that matter...

m1thr0s

[Cosmicbrat]

Looks like getting a working manager is a solution...

I have hundreds of themes, and designs.. which someone who can thin it out enough for today's system, could make us a good pile of $... I can't thin my stuff down anymore than it is... It's a real pain to try to bring things down to "Dick & Jane", from where I see things... I've been writing for over 30-years.. striving for peaks only... Now to be marketable I need to take it all down to elementary school, and fill it up with silly fillers, like the bible was assembled.. which is a good pattern style to mimic, given that it's a good seller...
It might be a good plan to figure out the marketing theme used to write that book.. but just seeing those books makes me nauseous... Reading it would... well lets just say "Uh No!"... Has anyone done such an analysis on the bible?..

There are several cartoon, scifi writers, advert agencies, and various media concerns watching my post like hawks eye mice...
I'm seeing a lot of my original stuff being used in cartoons, TV, and movies... Again, I get zero thanks... They snatch it up, lap it up, use it, run it, and make big bucks on it.. oblivious where the thoughts originated... Seems they haven't got a clue, that if had a little support, I could give them much more, and much better stuff.. and maybe whole rifts and themes... They make me feel like I felt the first time I water skied... When I got up I noticed eight leaches stuck to my legs...


So, are you in this same unpublished/can't get published "writers-boat"?..


What if a group of us prime thinkers got together in a maximum think tank.. then started selling output.. then built a parent corporation.. then started work on the 110 sister corporations... Then we could all share the initial thousand trillion dollars.. and build Atlantis.. and a town on the moon.. and a couple office buildings on Mars.. and give ole Nasa some extreme competition.. and... (I shouldn't disclose on the Net what I just stumbled upon... It's way too big.. Bigger than Stargate, Starwars, and Startrek combined...)


...the rest is a super marketable theme, big enough to take off where stargate, starwars, and startrek lost it... A super base theme for a series of at least a hundred TV series, to beat all... I've got thousands of themes... I'll save it for the group's first project...

[m1thr0s]

So, are you in this same unpublished/can't get published "writers-boat"?...oh hell yes...try convincing anybody that you have uncovered an actual technology that will turn human beings into 11-dimensional universes...only you can't quite prove it yet because you need a high orbital space laboratory equipped with the best genetics analyzing equipment modern science can afford...

In the meantime I have do have proofs...on top of proofs...on top of proofs...that maybe 1 in 10,000 people can even remotely comprehend. Not made-up shit mind you...classical, hard-line physics stuff...stuff Leary and Lilly and Hoffman and all those cats only dreamed about but they were looking in all the wrong places...

I could go on but it sounds like you already know the drill...

Nor have I given up...but the clock keeps ticking and the teeth go south and the body begins to wane...and the phone doesn't ring and the offers don't pour in. These days I am plotting a whole other strategy...I'm going to just give it all away to whoever is able to take it I guess...

Everybody wants something for free CB...maybe that's what it finally takes...you do need to be a little selective who you give it all away to though...that actually matters quite a lot.

m1thr0s

[Naomi]

Great stories CB, I always enjoy reading your posts, they seem so 'real' you know...not like the dull crap I'm forced to endure day after day from the newbies.

But yeah up in the Northwest they have sasquatch magicians...people who are gifted with sasquatch medicine and have visitations from them.

When I get a toothache and I like, don't have insurance at the time I just get some garlic and take that. Usually I take a pill (has to be the high grade kind) but I think you can just eat it raw, unsprouted if you don't mind the smell. Taking that steady night and day takes my toothache away every time, as well as just about everything else. So you could try that...

"That's what happens when a meat eater becomes a sugar eater" (Never Cry Wolf)

Or maybe you could ask one of your medicine lodge helpers like the Sasquatch to help you out...I know the Tengu always help me if I ask.

But there's some rule that they can't help you if you don't ask.

Now on the topic of you brilliant geniuses not being able to sell your ideas...

Start a publishing company.

Just publish through on-demand publishing companies where it doesn't cost anything until someone buys something.

Form a private group discussion area, brainstorm and generate ideas, and delegate tasks.

Git 'er done

or don't.

We'll all die anyways.

:rofl:

[m1thr0s]

On-demand publishing sounds good until you really look into it...it's a racket and you wind up spending way more money doing things that way than if you went to Kinko's and printed everything out manually...go to an art supply house and you can even find hard-bound bookcovers if you want to get fancy...

But your basic attitude is sound I think Naomi. Some of us don't really have that much of a problem with action per se because we are sort of rennaisance artists anyway...we've been doing all our own shit since day one...but the key to publication is distribution and the weirder your stuff is the wider the network you need and so on...some things get stuck in the rut of pragmatic obstacles that have been unnaturally blocked off...deliberately sabotaged to undermine the possibility of inviduals fending for themselves...

So you look to other avenues...take the internet for instance...not perfect, but not half-bad... that's how it's going to be you know. more and more it boils down to the more individualistic you are, the more original your work, the more you need to take it to the whole world and just screw all the middle management... if something's gonna bust loose, that's the only way it'll happen. They've got all the other channels sealed off.

m1thr0s

[Naomi]

Oh yeah I know a good author who printed his own stuff and bound it in binders you buy in the school supply aisle...and sold them that way.

But you think our stuff is weirder than say, the Necronomicon? That was hugely successful...and not really helpful either.

I think we could sell a shitload of "How to Magically Kill People" and be completely honest and useful the whole time...

[m1thr0s]

Necronomicon is Fantasy/Horror Genre. This has always been a lucrative literary genre as Lovecraft very well knew. People love the macabre. They love it so much they are willing to make a damn religion of it, over and over again.

An artist cannot always pick and choose his art. Sometimes the art itself chooses him and when that happens the artist will be playing catch-up on the one hand while ducking and dodging every kind of bullshit on the other. It needn't be hopeless but it is always more precarious. His choices are limited in such a case since many of the things he might logically do will cause him to lose pace with his true and original art.

You do the best you can and sometimes it all pans out. Other times it doesn't. Many of the artists history reveres the most died in the dirt through poverty and neglect. Several hundred years later their work is selling for millions of dollars at a clip. Logically there were things they might have done as well to lessen their material burdens. But they were "called" to their tasks for better or for worse. Being ahead of their times was almost always their only real crime and in many cases it cost them everything...everything but their art...everything but themselves.

I tend to think there is always a way but finding it isn't always as practical a matter as it may seem to others.

The "think tank" idea is a pretty good idea...difficult to manage without financing though...The Weirdest Artists on Earth Guild...only bona fide psychonauts need apply...

m1thr0s

[Cosmicbrat]

"oh hell yes..."


Trying to convince anybody with words just doesn't get through, doesn't cut it.. mostly because people's grasp of words is extremely superficial at best...

Say to someone, the word "book"... They think "duhh..umm, be-oh-oh-kay, duhh?.. thin paper with words on it, squished uhtween two cardboard covers".. and they recall the last comic book or fantasy novel they flipped through.. and are likely recalling trace, about the rips and tatters and smell of that book.. while you are seeing a mental image of the huge gilded library of the Ancients.. and peak excerpts of all the great manuscripts ever written, and some not yet written, and the manuscripts you've been working on for 20-years... And your thoughts are on things to add to your last works.. while they are politely waiting for what you might say after having said the word "book"...

When I think "book".. I recall an Extremely rare fullscap manuscript, that a magic-lady Toronto business exec pulls from her library, Says "Here's something you might be interested in.".. and hands it to me, after our 24-hour non-stop, sleep and go, sleep and go, stint in the sac, which initiated her m-period a week early... I flips open the makeshift cover to see a rough crudely typed, one of a kind original manuscript.. the only copy on the planet... She lets me borrow it.. and I makes two copies...
A year later, I meets Yogi Alfred Narayana.. a selfmade icon like you and me... While we chat, he happens to mention a long lost manuscript, which he had spent his whole life creating, from having studied all the great ancient manuscripts and cosmic arts... It was his manual to teach his student teachers... He had no copies... His prized student borrowed it, went on a soul search in the East, and died there.. leaving the manuscript with his ladyfriend... She didn't have a clue about the value of it... To her it was just a crazy text full of stuff she couldn't even begin to fathom...

I says to Alfred, "Is this manuscript a 14-inch fullscap manuscript, typed on an old typewriter?" His eyes bulge, and light up to a soft glow, and his tears wellup, and bright excitement bursts onto his face... "You've Seen It!??" He draws closer to me...

I know where it is, and I made two copies of it, and I am asking your permission to keep and study those copies."

He says, "You may keep a copy.. I don't have a copy, May I have one of those copies?"

"I'll do you one better.. I'll give you the lady's address where the original is, and her phone number, and you can tell her you figured out where it is by your powerful mental abilities... Happens that your student who borrowed the book, left it at her place, then visited the East, and died there... Be extremely kind and gentle with that lady, she is definitely a true angel... Her name is Tajali."..

He was so excited, he had to rush to the john...


"Alfred, I can't find a teacher nor a mentor, nor a single human who has any grasp of any reality.. Who should I study?"

"Me"...

"Great!.. then I'll study your manuscript."..

"While you're at it, would you make any changes you feel fits?"

"Sure will!.. I'll edit to the best of my ability."

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That was sure an extremely difficult book to even get through the first couple pages... It was absolute Sorcery stuff.. stuff which no one could even begin to imagine, unless they are a keen Sorcerer... I couldn't grasp any of it.. It was like me trying to fly, by flapping my arms... So I found someone who sold 1960's cid, then read the book... WOW!!! HolyShit!!!.. It was just like Alfred said, as he described the intensity and immensity of his book, comparing it to "holding a hydrogen bomb in your hand"... and he sure was right about that!.. WoW! & Yikes!..

As I learned more from studying the world, to determine the base and ceiling of every school of thought, every religion, every science.. I was able to edit his great manuscript, given that I held a download of what a monk read in Rome's restricted libraries over 17-years, I found and determined deficiencies and omissions, and slight errors.. and corrected as I learned more and more about Sorcery.. practicing each lesson till I had succeeded it at least once...

When I had finally finished the edit, 14-years later, I phoned Alfred... He had moved...
I phoned all I knew who knew him... I couldn't connect to anyone who knew anything.. so I surfed "Yogi Alfred Narayana" on the Web... http://www.yogayogayoga.org/yogipass.html...

[m1thr0s]

ordinarily I might object to what you are saying here and respond that books have impacted my life in some pretty major ways, but I think you are actually talking more specifically about books outlining methods of doing things. I've been dealing with this a lot lately and I ultimately think you are right. Books of that sort are mainly supplements and can't ever really replace having a real person to interact with in real sorts of ways. Books can only convey an outline of knowledge...half-understanding and perhaps less than half-wisdom.

We are primates afterall...monkey-see-monkey-do is still our primary mode of assimilating information at core.

m1thr0s

[Cosmicbrat]

Maybe you misinterpreted my words...

That yogi book impacted my life Huge... It taught me Sorcery...

I'm saying that the Numbs can't see into the words.. Generally their senses are absolutely superficial, if that... Words to them are learned dictionary meanings, for the most part.. that plus unfounded abstract fears and insane superstitions, which they live their lives by.. and that's the extent of their thought processing, and their grasp of Life and Reality, and themselves...
Heck!.. Most aren't even aware that they even have feet, necks, and backs, till their body parts ache.. and then that's all they are aware of...

You and I see into and through the words.. We sense and feel the words and messages.. all the while comparing them to what we know and experienced...
When I read words I see mental video, hear sounds, and smell scents.. and should I be reading something which makes a shitty video, shitty music, bad smells.. I instantly trash the read... It is very rare that I see good flowing video from an author's work.. generally it's a disjointed mess.. which is why I just gave up on reading... Most books I've tried to read, smelled like barley soup, poop, and burning wet flesh and cardboard in varying degrees of decay...

In this Yogi manuscript, all I get is good video, good smells, and lovely music... and senses I never experienced before... And in the case of yogi's book, he read all the great manuscripts, and created this book as his absolute conclusion of it all.. so by reading his book, essentially I have read all those books he read, without the fillers and the messes...

You and I are very different when it comes to books... Obviously you've read a lot... I haven't... I've read about three books since grade nine...
Most of what I learned and learn originates exclusively my own thoughts on personal experiences and various forms of input... I write great books, even though they won't get published... I accept that now.. and I almost don't care either way.. given that humanity has pretty much snubbed me... Hey!.. It's their huge loss... They need me.. I don't need them where I'm going... All I need from humanity is a base to provide for them what they need...

I have been wondering if I should publish Alfred's and my manuscript.. but it always comes down to.. "it would be a bad thing to teach the world's bullies this much power".. so this sorcery manuscript burns too, in the garden with the rest of my notes, on my birthday 9-months from now... If your stuff is dangerous, maybe you should burn it too, rather than give it away free to those who don't have a clue...

Maybe you are right, about "giving it all away free, given that there seem to be absolutely no obvious reality outlet for your work"... but I see it as I must be fully responsible with my work, and not let dangerous stuff get into the wrong hands and bad minds... I have no option but to destroy these notes, if I can't be chaperoning the usage of the contents, and all this extremely powerful technology...

Recall what Uncle Einstein uttered, on his deathbed, in reminiscing his achievement of solving and giving extremely dangerous nuclear power to mindless monkeys.. "I boobooed"...


Glad you liked the idea of a thinktank... Do you want to pursue it?.. to try to make earth a better place, and to make a little cash..?

[m1thr0s]

Maybe you are right, about "giving it all away free, given that there seem to be absolutely no obvious reality outlet for your work"...In my case that actually isn't true at all, but it's a very interesting observation because it would probably often be viewed that way...which brings us to an important issue. Reality Creation information of any kind very often has to take on the additional burden of teaching people why the hell it matters. I am a very reality oriented individual and I really wouldn't waste this kind of time and energy on something that only tickled the intellect, yet for those lacking in the proper context for these ideas, they would seem to be some sort of grandiose crossword puzzle for qabbalistic elites or something.

Not at all the case in reality...but there it is...if you don't succeed in communicating why it matters, it just won't matter at all to most people. There's only really 2 ways to deal with this...just forget about "most" people and content yourself with only being able to reach a very small percentage of people...or go the extra distance required to bring "most" people up to speed...

Neither option is entirely satisfying for different kinds of reasons...

m1thr0s

[Cosmicbrat]

How ever you got it and did it, you built yourself well...


I found that 101's were and are the only way I can get through to people, to really wake them up.. but a 101 of this magnitude generally takes my full dedication and power for a minimum of three weeks with that individual... What's 6-billion times 3-weeks, in years?.. I just don't have the time... Literally... And you saw the reactions I got in occult-fm... That's all I get.. treated like shit...
If they really knew, they would cry for themselves...


For nearly everyone of my students I've had to spend at least three days enlightening them about aka-threads, and how they are extremely parasitic, making them a victim to parasitic activities...

In one classic example.. this extremely wild young fox, whose mum did some pretty good photos in Penthouse, and died way too early.. she remained after one of my library lectures designed to assist people out of the "psychic-trap", by quickly pushing them through it... She stayed after the rest left.. and tells me that she believes I have what she needs, to repair something that got busted in her... So she tells me the story... It nearly floored me...
She was driving her mustang Shelby at 140 mph, when she lost control