A Matter Of Perspective

A Matter of Perspective A Consciousness expansion system and science By K Michael Dean 1./ LOVE TRIANGLE As with all songs of songs where does one start? But then, what is a start? Starts are but a break in the continuation. That being said this song starts on a thick, humid suburban afternoon. Sail your mind’s eye down to a suburban distressed sprawl cluster of insanity, called north Detroit. Stacy Street, testosterone showdown home for a motley group of adolescent misbegotten’s. Renting together for monetary convenience. Amongst this group being your humble narrator a limey native misplaced by the sands of time and poor engineering prerogatives of his parental units. June 6 1973. Music forms the time measure of all times and this being no different the MahaVishnu Orchestra and Frank Zappa were in town that evening. So the festivities were on, music blaring through the drywall and aluminum into the tolerance limit of the neighbors. Weather conditions were pretty

decent that day at that moment so it was suggested by Wonbat that we all go up the tree in the backyard and continue the festivities up in the tree. It was a large maple easily 150 ft. high and branched off into three major sections between 30 and 50 feet up. The dance of Shiva redefined the way to play guitar. Never had such ferocity in notes been loomed upon the ears of audience and so it flowed through the psychic makeup of our motley crew. The conscious flame is not the property of a small person in your middle. Bizarrely translated as dwarf, so stated in the Purusha’s. It is a co dependant state allowed at every instance of it’s believed and perceived witness experience. (As Sarge the first to function as guru to me in the old napkin wearing association called the bhakti yoga ashram known to all airport occasioners as hari krishna’s. Sarge appropriately informed me “You are deeply blessed. You will never have a peaceful moment in this life. You will always be stressed until you leave at which time you will be a whooping and a hollering while most are shaking in abject fear.”) I have sometimes wondered how he could be aware of such a circumstance, still apparently he was. Back up the tree, better

than up the creek for the moment, Wombat, a tall curly headed industrialist with a protruding lower left rib and green teeth, told the Preener “Looks like rain. I’m going down into the house and my beer’s nearly gone anyway.” The gang set about clambering back down the tree except for myself. As a gale force gust of mist pummeled the tree. “I’m staying up here” said some foolish voice wandering out of my oral cavity as the feeling was exhilarating beyond rationale. Then when is exhilaration rational or any perception, when a thought, as to its source, is applied. Organic biologic life, Vivaci, the green fuse force had me mesmerized and a few raindrops were certainly not going to drive me into the house. For the bell to toll there must be a bell to toll requiring a place for where it’s tolled and so I was. The ferocity of the storm intensified and reasonability reared its little head. Some might say miniscule in reference to my collective behavioral unit. None the less it hit me i should get down out of this tree. The dawn of dawns flows through the pen of who knows whom. The persons within the all person define infinity in quantity. To the trunk To the trunk, young man. Was a random visiting thought. I turned my gaze to make a grasp for the

best hand hold on what just a moment before had been a tree trunk, to be greeted instead by a huge writhing python snake body of singular intent amidst the whirling storm of rain and mist. Causing a deep consternation to form in the mind “what the .....” So having hold of whatever it was I had hold of presuming it to be tree. I changed my mind and would have required a large industrial device to pry me off, I might add so would you. Trusting It’s easy to sit there, wherever you are reading this, and go yeah big deal. But it was and is and we shall see. How many coils in the snake in the tree? There’s three and half from the song of me. Seven rungs up the ladder of the family tree. Ramon Lull in the 850s a.d. (after duress) on a sunny afternoon had the sky open up into a multi layered geometric number form. While he was having his lunch. To grow in a human instant to state “a human being’s soul is the closed thing to nothing in the universe.” What was the number of universes in Lull’s vision? Nine was the number as all numbers are based on 9. When sea’s part there is the demand for reason. As a new born baby’s, smooth brain is framed, in the synaptic discharge

welled from deep within. The residue of the formed instance defines the basis for the scars along the cortex called nerve way’s. So the third left convolution of the frontal lobe on a right handed person is deeply scarred and the third right frontal lobe of a left handed person. Though these form with attendant chemical variations. Perceived by the senses, their source defies all reason. All molecular structure is formed in thought on going, 24/7, By what?, we have no idea. Yet it is so, and measurably distributed 9 to 1. It takes 9 levels of dimension to account for our singular experience as perceived in 3dimensional space with time, the great sequencer. Superheterodyning on a 9 fold matrix in a golden mean inverse relationship spiral. As so accurately measured by Dr. Daniel Winter. In his heart resonance measurement technology. What grace have trees? Where is the song of life that comes as these that bring an atmosphere formed by their photogenic dream there to dance upon the limbs that ride in time. As the psychotic steel rimed dentist loomed over the child’s cranium dreaming seditions, tortures, pheromone thrill upon the anti life matrix brain dubbed as demon seed. Caught in the middle of torments never dreamed can communication ever be? Not within the

world of men with faculties that they currently have access to. It’s simply a world of semaphore code. Just like spirits conjured in alchemical conjurations. They can only flag the airplane down. Or point, that way. They have no esophagus. They move no air. They make no sounds. What paints them there in the tapestry of apparition. What moves them organized in their form. It is the same source as for all. Mother nature Goddess time, She is, and nature time unfathomed are hers. Most illusive, beauty on a diadem of rhyme. She has no church, though she allows them all. Till time is written on the wall. The age receives the Kali call. The tree writhed in the hand of perception, which was me, as the storm picked up velocity and wind blew the creases of my face. Howling dripping atmospheric condensate. The perception of the moment ruled in a vortex mystery dance upon a Canadian maple. Torn between fear and the need for new underwear oh but then people didn’t wear underwear. Bohemianism was the vogue and lipstick sales had vanished in the thin air of an investor morning.. Republicanism, ahhh the social anti-life, re-defining the limits of tolerance within the matrix of humanity. Proving once again you cannot go

against nature for when you do. To go against nature now becomes part of nature too. How did this come to be the tree moving, I was certainly not sure whether it was too much intoxication, reality , some left shift paradigm field or the second coming from the receiving end. Still this was happening, I was taking no chances and assumed a death like grip on what ever it was I had hold of. The wind gusted in new ferocity amidst a giant thunder clap and all went black and maybe blue I wouldn’t know for sure. Could be lightning hit the tree. Everyone else had gone inside hmmm another mystery. However for me your humble and soggy narrator. The storm, the black, were reality perceived. Wonder filled my optic perception however it was perceiving. How was it perceiving?, where was I?. The black depth of perception removed, dissolved there i was sitting on a white picket fence in space. It seems absurd and preposterous, i agree. However where and how i was, was not to be denied and was a white picket fence. The fence extending in both directions as far as I could see. With deep space, the vacuum, nothing, whoa Nellie, behind me, and a sunny day overseeing rolling hills around 3000 feet in front. Very bizarre I thought

and wondered how could it be, where the hell was i. On this picket fence in space, nicely balanced mind you. With such a juxtaposition of perceptions I was deeply bemused and tried to perceive the edge of where one world met the other. Much like a giant globe of perception but the distance was far to far to perceive . So I found myself gazing at the scenery of the hill land in front of me instead of the ever less disconcerting deep space with attendant stars and galaxies on the back side of the way I was positioned on the fence. Wow I thought will I bee like this forever wherever the hell it is, Will truer thoughts ever be thought, but then what is a thought. Where do they come from . Where do they go. Questions , Questions. Still the perception of reality was not to be denied and where I had formerly been up a tree. I was now up the creek well at least on the fence. The fence of who knew it even was or what it was but there it was and I was on it. Fortunately I did not have to go to the bathroom. As hey who knows what could have happened. Suffering from un-workmans compensation, or some other highly linear mode of behavior. Could have rendered me frozen in the line around the building to acquire a few pictures of dead presidents. Miraculously life experience as existence, although

preposterous, had me witnessing from some huge picket fence between universal space and some picturesque rolling hilled vista , not the line. After what seemed like a long time period but who knows how long it could have been. I spotted the movement out on the hillside of the vista to the front of me. What looked like woolly mammoths extinct for some 10,000 years but there apparently on the hillside these specimens had not been informed. Or could I be visiting the ancestral formation ground for such manifestations from the view on my long picket fence. The mammoths seemed unperturbed meandering slowly through what was obviously very tall grass of a golden hue in the bright sunlight which ended perfectly at the dividing zone of the fence. I had no idea their hair was so long or of such an orange, I mean true orange heads. There must have been a herd of about 200 peacefully grazing in the grass as they made their way down the hillside beneath a cloudless sky. There in the distance at the horizon line was something very far away looking, like a tornado from 50 miles away . A dark triangular speck of huge proportion, growing larger. Suddenly the mammoths panic charging, in a spreading frenzy amidst the

now violently blowing grass their agitation heard even from my fencely perch. An eerie, uncanny kind of storm apprehension pervaded the world I’m watching. Engrossed beyond all rationale and reasonability in the scene, independent of the bizarre reality that is apparently now mine. A dark grayness descends upon the scene as the bright cloudless sky is replaced and the far distant thing on the horizon is now much closer. Though still what would seem many miles distant off into the hilled terrain . It is something really huge shaped like a man with arms stretched straight out to either side as it is running toward me with a whirling vortex of dust and mist all around it. Even though it was just a half inch high to my perceptive point at the moment it was obviously of gargantuan proportion. As I could perceive its coming around the planet as it was getting closer. A highly unnerving experience to fathom this thing must be 10 miles high taking fifty mile strides!!! What kind of thing does that? Obviously something of a hugeness factor so great as to make a blue whale look like a sperm in a petrie dish by comparison . The shear size of it was staggering to behold as more and more of its features became discernable with each gargantuan step.

The head was triangular shaped I mean shaped and about twice the size of a humans everything on the creature was black except what would seem to be eyes which were red and looked like two stars affixed to its face. It had no features no mouth no nose just the two stars on an onyx glass black glass smooth reflecting surface one might call its skin. So black and smooth light could not escape its countenance. Legendary implementation of will direction in a black death flattened ice cream cone. Flowing in festoons a bat like skin hung from the underside of the outstretched arms trailing in the dust storm melee. As it drew ever more incredulously closer. What kind of being was this that stirred a storm beneath its feet, given they were the size of a large city block but hey. Where in whatever’s worst moment had such a thing come to transpire looming large around the curvature of this time based planet in this moment of the rapidly scampering mastodon morning. Well it was afternoon when I left where I was in the burbs, but morning alliterates the moment. I type that you will forgive my expenditure of license in the situation as the thing which made king kong look part of a lost flea colony was getting ever close and still larger. With things and attributes being defined of a size

and nature I certainly would rather not have been entertaining let alone inviting home for tea. Features of the being were unique as even though it was 10 miles away, it was so huge every aspect of its countenance could be well perceived, and it was heading straight for me. Dark black was its apparel with it having the uniqueness of being its own surface or skin so to type, not clothing as an adornment on the body but as part of its very form. Festooning bat skin cape like drapes hanging from its outstretched arms trailed in it’s rushing fury. Red jewel stars eyes staring straight at me with a singularity of purpose not to be denied. With legs and feet in what appeared as a thong tied black cloth leggings from some medieval period. But not of any world but it’s own. The face was froze in some pristine diabolic rapture agony, smooth as a cue ball and only the red star eyes on the midnight black flattened cone of its head. Frozen in disbelief at the intensity and outrageousness of the moment, like some snake mesmerized by an old shamans training. The ferocity of the wind doubled with each step and the atmosphere could be heard to howl with each descent of the giant feet. In a shriek no world has heard, a million bombs falling as a sheet wave downpour searing the bones in it’s merciless

scream. This was just the noise from it’s feet in movement, it made no attempt at making a sound, as apparently none was needed. The magnitude of atmosphere being removed by each foot placement was like the great pyramid. It had an almost metallic edge to the sonic gas rush frenzy of sound defying all reason right in front of me. Now the steps seemed as descending caverns of dark space till the dark sky loomed high overhead and I would have swore it was going to come down right on top of me and a mile around. However it did not, or I could not be hear typing this tale. It did however impale the ground about 30 feet in front of me, with me and all around being launched into the air with the impact of a thousand freight trains. Careening spinning in dust mist and all that was not part of the substrata at least 1000 feet deep, into the sky black fusion up out into a lapse of consciousness. As for a moment I blacked out. What happened to the picket fence I have no idea, but it’s importance dissolved rapidly in my new experience moment. Deep immaculate serenity escaped all around me as I came to. Spinning slowly revolving around in a sort of open fetal position. Floating in what seemed like deep space. How could I be breathing in deep

space? Apparently I was not, thus offering a first hand witness experience as existence of full consciousness without breathing. Indeed it would have been difficult, if not impossible to breathe. For the shape I now found myself to be in was none other than the twin of the huge being I had just encountered. I gazed hypnotized, all over at my new me. Where it had come from who knows the parenting had been instantaneous and unknown. Yet their I was, as I was. Which was totally fascinating, I had no nose or mouth or ears yet I perceived sound saw with great depth and clarity. Perceiving tactile impressions with a surface morphology the envy of polished diamond. I was the definition of black, so black I shone dazzling in the space starlight. I was not alone, a device was positioned, about my body width away from me. Shaped like a large long bow for shooting arrows but it had no string instead a kind of round lazar light beam shaft about the diameter of my finger, connected the two ends of the bow. The body was like a bronze brass mixture with no temperature to it as I could put both hands together and then grasp around it. It had what appeared as jewels of all different shapes and sizes and groupings arranged along it. Then I noticed that I had stopped

tumbling and as I thought and tried to focus on a fixed point the various jewels would start to light up some dimly, some flashing, some quite bright. It seemed that somehow my thoughts were interpreted by the device and translated into movement characteristics and coordinates. What a marvelous device I thought in the new outlandishness of it all and started experimenting with focusing and moving. I could turn and wobble stop start accelerate at whatever rate I chose and go wherever perception led me. Wow what a trip I thought, this is a blast, like warp speed dodgem cars in a limitless area. I went nuts, giddy with exhilaration, I shot from galaxy to galaxy. Soared by nebula’s at whatever speed I desired. Redefining fun on a moment by moment basis it was then I spotted this little planet and soared down to the outer limits of its atmosphere. However it is I was that I was, was unaffected by any atmospheric forces or gravitational or magnetic but reflected light and had remarkable consistency. Whatever it was my consistency was, it was consistent and remarkable to type the least. THE DUEL Their, rising slowly, like the moon over a placid lake was another. Just like me, as my inner depth, morality, the core of

formation definition, acquired from experience exposure, told me it was him. The other, who there. poised at attention, in pre nuptial annihilation salutation awaited my confrontation. Swifter than an eye batted in desert trauma. He soared toward me and i was instantly transfixed in some ancient genetic codec dog fight. Orbiting the planet in a speed beyond perception panic blur. Some bizarre high speed rotational trajectory dance frenzy. From the closet of anti social behavior to the death. Termination of the impossibility. To shatter to the finest moment, the core and all that is the other, so spread in a haze of diffuse destruction the utter annihilation of another. Ignorance rules all sages in a mind garden of ever becoming defined. Words the aperitif of life experience, cultivating interacting random postulates. The other purpose of human form manifestation, chaos, the random moment. True inexplicability in size 5 thru 15’s. There with the potential to meet, infinity joins the dawn of random insanity. Called society, true paradox achieved the un implement able, implementing. We stormed around the planet at each other from inches to the surface to the local star. A waring blender repository of intent. The optimum focus being in the hatti

bringing both jewel star eyes to bear on the coordinates of the other at this point. At the moment of location the heat rage stream will spreads the core so fast it makes a hydrogen bomb expansion a snails moment. Beehive modulus frenzy charted the path of each others planned destruction, with positions and relationships blooming like yoga’s in a new universe. Till there posed above an ancient reed swamp in a deep mist cloud, in mutual exhaustion. A new salutation dawned. Animosity of my unknown yet somehow deeply known assailant stopped. There in the hill free swamp environ of a young planet its surface too thin to be stiff and fractured. Coated in a thin veil of water and mist condensate, from the great temperature difference of it’s warm young planet body, in a deep heat free space. It was the earth 10 billion years ago. Now my old adversarial acquaintance charged my perceptive witness to wake. The connection in the mind of time . Was i the past or was this the future. Linearity disappeared i just was and was overcome from the motion display of my would be terminator and myself. I certainly had no idea i could function such a way, nor that any could function as such in a nature as such.

Truce union a deep salutation and he was gone flash and as quickly as i had become where and how i was. I was now up a tree soaking wet with the suburban sun squinting at what the heck had just happened there. Trepidaciously very slowly and in a marveled mental haze i climbed down the tree, went inside the house, sat in the corner and played the calm spacey theme from the MahaVishnu orchestras album on an acoustic guitar over and over for a couple of days. Certainly it was an experience unlike anything i had ever witnessed, what did it mean if anything. The aching in my liver, the organ corresponding to the force formation area of ones ancestry, told me that though this had ended it had just begun. I was determined to find if there was any literature on such beings. QUADRAPHOBIA There was, the Grigori, from Etruscan culture, the watchers of the Hopi/Navaho. Were identical with what i had just witnessed and had assumed the position of. Even down to the large bow much larger than the being therefore obviously not a shooting bow but some form of vehicular orchestrator. a very different approach to

transportation from any i certainly have ever encountered. Witnessed by Native americans eons ago and etched into the surface of rocks telling there witness pictographically as best they could. There was also the Nephelim of hebraic legend. 200 beings assigned to watch over a certain planets growth to make sure that other beings were not infiltrating upon the human culture experiment. However as the story is told the guardians /watchers saw the daughters of men were some seriously arousing hot mamma’s. Phew, what was a watcher to do, well they fell in lust” Showed the daughters of men their private parts which were as of the nature of horses” The rest as they say is history a real mystery. So what happened who am or was i, or am i. The Watchers children were genetic mutant giants that destroyed the earth cultures eating humans like fish fingers. Unbridled out of control preditation, like wall street investment houses went on till other worldly intervention was required to repair the other worldly intervention convention. A giant aqua-fication of the planet was arranged and the presiding deity manifest as a fish caught in the hands of an ancient sage on the banks of the ganges as he was about to wash his face. stunned by the sudden appearance of the little fish in his hands he

looked at it then it started to speak “oh please wise sage do not put me back in the river i am afraid and such a little fish i will surely be eaten by a crocodile or big fish”. Well the old sage was even more startled, but he could not put the little fish back so he found a pot filled with water and put the fish in the pot. he took the fish home to his little shack. The fish grew, so the sage had to get a larger pot. He did, the fish grew. hmmm he humphed i will have to make trough. He did, the fish grew. The sage moved the fish to a private pond, not quite the south of france but very nice. The fish grew. God why are you tormenting me this way cried out the old sage you are obviously the presiding deity manifest as a fish for some reason only god, that is you, knows why. The fish smiled take me to the sea. So the old sage had to fabricate a huge and elaborate cart to get the fish to the ocean and he did. Though one wonders why the presiding deity did not just start out in the ocean, but hey that’s presiding deity behavior for you. The fish grew till the back stuck out the top of the ocean. “Well now what?” said the hermit. “Go to the tallest mountain build a vessel on the top and fit as many creatures of every kind you can find into it. For i am going to make it rain till the entire earth’s surface is underwater.”

Obviously the old sage was quite the fabricating engineer so he did, and the it rained and rained and rained. Till all creatures on the land were dead or drowning or bloating. Then the fish had breakfast, ending the mutant offspring moment. The Nephelim were rounded up beforehand, never knowing the fate of their progeny, and put in a big chasm in the ground after the waters subsided. I always wondered where all the water went. But as was so elegantly phrased by Chico Marx in the mystery of the missing painting “I got it, left handed moths ate the painting”. those darn left handed moths were some thirsty workers. Fascinating apparently the pictures at an exhibition on the rocks in Hopi Land is all that survived in hysterical sorry historical chronology of the world according to some twit. How marvelous reality is completely independent of humans. Or truly nothing would be the only thing there was. In a hi-fi store world, poor toilet training examples would wander in and have their way with defenseless high frequency transducers, called tweeters, By pressing their finger into the surface, generally hosing the device. Till our ace sales cleavage exposing sales lady chirped up, “i can fix that” then promptly got down

on her knees and sucked the diaphragm back out. Sure it had a few wrinkles but wouldn’t you. Like the guy wandering in waving his arm around like a scarecrow in a whirlwind. To place an old briefcase with wooden pre schooled wheels nailed to one side on top of a stack of equipment, declaring “this is the cia’s latest secret weapon and can transport one through time and detonate stationary objects”. Well who’d have known. It was later discovered he had wandered out the building he was stationed in and made it 15 miles down a major highway woodward avenue no less. To the store, our little congregation sales emporium amidst a sea of sheckle consuming mavens. Promptly at arriving in front of the store a special order of designated fate deciders said, ‘they get it.” Special as my auntie carrie would retort “eee’s special is our kevin” when questioned as to my behavioral luck. My stepfather would add that my cloud was so black that i would be required to walk on the other side of the street during family outings. To minimize the family distress. The various experiences led to a quick classification of the customers as being one of three kinds geeks, squeakers, and decent though misguided individuals. Sales enhancement consisted of procuring a

couple of ounces of real cocaine. White shale nonsense that would render ones heart beat to palpitation level declaring everything was awesome man!! Indeed for the synaptic nightmare all is a miracle and proof of external interaction. Still there’s always a wonderful moment, cookie was her name, State speed skating champion and a figure her doctor had told her to get over to the hi-fi store look me up before he had to leave his wife. Which as we all learn is the most expensive thing you can ever do. Wow Goddess what an awesome daughter manifestation she was. As rabid ferocity in courtship shortened my life every time we got together. Serpent power that’s what was written on the cover of an old book i got from destined to be old friend bobbin bob. “This is it man , i mean this is the masterwork with all you’ll ever need man. Can you dig it ,wow this is it.” Said with that special, will there be any more cash departing your premises today, look in his eye. I will see, was the standard salty retort wandering out of my mouth. I had already done my stint with oddball and evenball organizations and philosophy’s. Wearing a faded pastel sheet and bongos deep into the airport night of traveler accostations. So maybe i was softened up and easy game

the book was purchased. I started practicing the posture breathing and envisioning exercise. Within 3 months i could navigate my shushumma canal like a bell hop in an elevator. Which level would you like, oh make mine the sahasrara penthouse. It seems i was a natural for this discipline like some people are good at bowling or badminton, i was good at kundalini yoga. I could place my consciousness at any level along the parallel spinal column at will very quickly and maintain it there for hours, if i was sufficiently psychotically driven to do so. It might not fill the old savings account but it would keep me off the street and warm on a dark night. 7 levels to the devi mystery fire that shines in heat. Yogananda Paramhamsa was the last known practitioner of Patanjali’s raja yoga system. Passed along from and through many generations, till the muladhara seated moment dawned in this manifestation moment called me. Maintained in every aspect of the kiss and curse performing shrine duty, defiled, yet purely divine. To journey past a thousand dreams of king and domination arriving at a searching door the label of my protestation. Nine is the nature of universe formation, however not till the 13th century

could human beings perceive optical 3 dimensional space in concept. All art and manuscript prior to this period is strictly 2 dimensional. As Descartes’ was thinking he was because he thought he was. The color perception capability grew in the human optic system to perceive blue. Much shorter than red from around 720 nanometers to around 360 nanometers and is our current standard optical frequency experience. Indeed all perception is vibrating and has characteristics perceivable within our range of 720 to 360,(red to blue) or we could not be aware in perception of it . All ancient references of color of the sea and sky refer to green and sea green. Evolution is an aspect of all manifesting form. Nature strives for mutation never sameness. Only human beings are an avenue for the expression of Status Quo, maintaining to the best ability, things just as they are perceived. The most un-natural direction of anti life one could be under the illusion of pursuing. To attempt the infliction of some child like belief upon the world in universe to all for ever. Is i believe the most insane goal one could search after and one that society and the world cannot afford to indulge let alone sponsor. To raise 2 humans for 20 years with all the attendant food, education and requirements. Then have

them kill each other in a uniformed moment, is an abuse level of enormous proportion and something society and the earth can no longer afford. Growth comes in perceived spurts. The identity stating it was so no longer just an extension of its ancestry. Now each was a new individual perceiving as so. So new possibility’s drew and grew open with one such being a group of beings 13 in total called Rosicrucian, brothers of the rose cross. Who’s directive was and is to offer an extended hand to the fledgling identity stating humans. We are, therefore apparently we can, and with assistance. “Salutations noble brothers and friends, companions in consciousness,” as now a thought proposed, expressed by all who read this writ. In short all so called molecular atomic formations are just that formations. Coming from we know not where or how but they do, or no molecule, let alone a universe, could exist. All is thought into being 24/7. Furthermore it takes 9 additional dimensions to support our experience of 3 in time being 4. So a total of 13 dimensions, 3 manifesting, in 1 time, sourced and empowered by 9 formative. There are 9 levels to the catholic angelic hierarchy, 9 jungian archetypes, 9 numbers, 9 aspects to Goddess’s nature, which divide

and blend with each other in a golden mean ratio (1:1.6 crudely). The manifesting stage is forming for many a diverse and varied play. As so aptly stated by Krishna, “Oh Arjuna we all exist from now on, never has a soul been burnt or killed, in this the wise man is not deluded” It is all entertainment this is why the universe expands, it grows. All behind in space is the cadaver of manifestations past on our ever expanding spiral course journey. Spirally expanding on a golden mean ratio. WATER BUFFALO August 28 1979 Many moons passed and caught in the cast on a bright saturn’s day morning. The pulsing rotational throb of way too much horsepower between my legs shook my teeth and blurred my vision. The 750 cc’s of pure pop yoshimura power percolating. I deftly pulled from behind the Preeners 68 camaro ss, built and primed with the gang, on our way to a U of m graduation party of ted’s kid brother. Placing myself in the on coming lane at the stop sign, the motor had about 300 miles on it and was just ready to be opened up. The windows came down on the camaro and someone yelled go. I did and went thru the first 3 gears without the front wheel touching the ground. The

camaro had not even made it across the intersection as the motor soared in a blurring cacophony just below 140 mph as i crested the hill rise going into 5th gear. Memory had seduced me into believing the road was completely straight after the intersection, as care free velocity rapture flowed through my nervous system. Yet there right ahead was a large bright yellow sign informing me i must either turn right or left. As it was fastened to a fence restricting the access straight ahead, the direction i was currently going. The time warp of impending pain set in as i made the choice to go left and milliseconds became seconds while i flicked the bike horizontal watching the new expansion chamber ground away in a flash of sparks and pulled my leg out from the underside of the bike so i was on top of the sideways bike. The brain crunched numbers and no way was i going to make it, as the ditch and a row of telephone poles filled my vision. Proving the whole body is faster than the eye i pulled the bike up put my left leg on the peg stub twisted the accelerator as fast as possible and cleared the fence at well over 70 miles an hour soaring off into the blue above the field. Thanking all known and unknown deities there i was serenely flying on a motorcycle thinking i’d just cheated death again. The

interesting fact of factory racing motorcycles then as now, is that their is a large weight bias to the front of the device to aid in keeping the front end on the ground from mechanical advantage. Sadly while air traveling on such a device this proves to be detrimental and gives one a nose down approach to the upcoming ground where the preferred approach is tail down. Well at least i was going down and could have possibly made it except for the log out in the middle of this field. And you say things are not written hmmmmpph, right where i was about to land, then did. The impact was so great both the bike and i shot back up into the air again though now separated, as was my shoulder and rib cage. Spinning like a top i saw the world between my legs going around and around. The sun the sky the ground sequence repeated till i became aware the bike was positioned spinning above me and perfectly placed to land right on top of me when we both came back down to the ground. Which it did when we did. My helmet was mush as i landed on the back of my head and the bike landed on my legs a moment later preventing me rolling and i blacked out from the impact. Their in a small quiet buzzing haze i could perceive i still lived then as sensation started to flow back through my

nervous system i could move my fingers in the tingling. Well at least i’ll be able to play my guitar in the wheelchair, was the strange first thought to my head. Then a cool wet feeling and a strong odor of gas filled my brain as terror gripped me and i thought i was going to ignite from the gas pouring on the motor on top of me. Not only mothers can do strange things with vehicles. Even in the condition i was in i did not want to burn so i flung the 400 pound bike off me and was jumping up and down as about 50 totally startled people made their way across the field to me. It seems there was another graduation party on the corner house so well over 200 people witnessed the display. My friends in the car drove on by remarking at all the people running across the road. I was sitting propped up against a fence in their yard sipping tea when my friends came back after getting to the party and realizing i had not made it. It took ten months till i could breathe reasonably again with a punctured lung a broken shoulder blade my foot separated at the ankle and all the small bones broke across the middle of the foot. I was advised not to pursue a dancing career by the doctors my great friend howardsonian nursed me back to health and i quit the hifi business.

BABY UNIVERSE Dancing was something i had always wished to do so i buried myself in the guitar for up to 12 hours a day till after 14 months i was pretty good and started a band with a crazy arab drummer and an insane farmington nose tackle singer. The Vena Sikhs were born red painters pants, rainbow suspenders and red painted tennis shoes. Socially conservative we were not, but a unique quirky color full punk rock band we were. There was the time we played a private party in farmington with well over a thousand kids and 2 to 300 crammed in a huge basement area slam dancing they called it, but it was a strange swinging of arms and feet in violence against all, to the music. Resulting in a central arena formed of fists and feet kicking and pushing around a central group of around twenty or so individuals in a blur of pugilism. the band was all in black and dog collars but I wore all canary yellow a large cabana hat with a big yellow feather and did a slide solo using a medieval sword. The band punching in fine style keeping the revolving mania away from my guitar while i played. During the performance suddenly an incredible rancid odor filled the room, like the stench from a

million year old bathroom. Bringing everything to a stop. No one said a word, the band packed up and all the kids moved in a slow stupor out of the room. We opened up for iggy at infamous bookies club 670, and were the final act at the club. Kids would line up at necros concerts to have their face smashed in by the end of the bass players guitar<well it wasn’t much good for music>. At the earth center only the vertical walls were left. With everything and i mean everything having been ripped torn or smashed off in the violence dance craze frenzy. Bands are like large multiple marriages only much more intense so some forty permutations of the personnel and 2 impoverished years later. I was removed from the rock world by a crazed fan who decided she would do whatever it took to have me for lunch. Even though i was at that time on someone else’s menu. Weirdo’s christmas party found me and my girlfriend amy there. To be told, by panhead, that her friend had gone home to kill herself because i was there with a girl. These girls were part of the show up at performance regulars, a thing that goes with the band business. Psychiatrists charge a lot of money to act as concerned cohorts, they just bought beer. Hey being a male at that age i tried to be with a girl, the most desirable i could find,

all the time!!! As i was often asked “your not from around here are you,” that’s right i’m not. So i asked amy for the keys to her car and told her what was up. She was amazingly gracious gave me the keys told me good luck and that she’d be there waiting. So off i drove to panhead’s house for that was where this girl was staying. To arrive at a lightless not fully closed screen door rental unit. I called out hello and the traditional anybody there, (i’m sure that those in the know of what was to come were rolling in the aisles at that statement. Well no body answered and foolishly i opened the unclosed door and went in to arrive at the bathroom. (these things have an affinity for bathrooms) Where i was greeted with the special sight of a nude girl laying back in a tub of blood red bathwater. I freaked, in reality it takes very little blood to die water red and give the illusion of a huge amount of blood being in the water. Also all the cuts on her wrists were very superficial light but many of them, not the mark of zorro but of a determined psycho nazi babe from east hell. Little did i even think that girls would go to such extremes to achieve an object or function in such a way, i was to be educated. Hind sight is generally golden and indeed how come the bleeding was not flowing as we found gauze and bandage to

wrap the cuts with as i put my goose down jacket on her to force her out the door to the car to the hospital. Her protestations and stigma and all now seem absurd and how could i not see through it. I did not i was just aghast that some girl had tried to kill themselves to be with me. My warped brain figuring this person must really love me, WHAT!!! indeed as i typed my warped brain figured this person must really care and i’d had 30 years of singularity. The girl told me she was pregnant and wanted to kill herself so she did not have to have an abortion. I told her i would make arrangements to marry her raise the child and be a father to the child. Get a job with my stepfather and somehow make it all better. What madness, some fourteen months later my daughter was born. Even though i knew i was not the father or even who the father was i had promised to do what i had. The on again off again pregnancy yielding 14 months proved the insanity of telling my beautiful girlfriend i was marrying this freak to do a good thing and that i would not be going out with her any more. Still the orchestrators of the plot had deemed this being to be in my charge and so it would be. The cusp of night at the mark of capricorn and aquarius saw three wiccan

midwife witches at the attendance of my now crazed wife the grand daughter of the 33rd member of the national socialist democratic party (pre hitler nazi) In pain from another expression after 30 hours of labor contortions. With me threatening the witches with bodily adjustment if they did not stop and take this girl to hospital right now. Yet it had to be aquarius and so just after midnight it was born and i mean it. a beautiful 8” diameter globe of blue with what looked like clouds floating all around inside of it. I figured it must be the ultimate LSD baby and hit the bathroom in fright of what it was and would come about. i was asked to come out of the bathroom and told it was a wonderful thing and very rare, thank Goddess for small mercies. Very rare!!! no shit sherlock, who writes the lines for these beings anyway. She was born in the kaul as the term is coined. the amniotic sack had not burst and my wife had delivered a bowling ball. They tied off the brilliant turquoise umbilical chord amidst much procession cut open the ball and their lay leah smiling and breathing no spanking no nothing just a very special baby girl. Amazement had its way with me once more as i stared and even now with all that was and that was to come i am thrilled i was instrumental in allowing her to be and

stayed the vacuum cleaner. Yet my heart blackened at the subversion and for 5 years i did not play. My only joy being the company of my marvelous little friend whom i adored. Though in a sea of pain they were the best years of my life in the joy satisfaction of parenting this being as i did 24/7 mr mom redefined for nearly 2 years till her mother was able to function semi normally. The house was a giant cat litter and the furniture moved when you got up from a chair. My tolerance came from the child with golden hair who smiled at all was there, never caught a cold or got sick in any way till 10 years of age. Her mother had some long fancy egyptian crowlian little Alistair, type name of demi urges in the psycho feminist night, which i had been asked to go into. Toil toil boil and bubble burst the planet world to double toil toil boil and bubble. What governs covens in the huddle. Probably lawyers calling out Roberts rules of order into the dugong night. Searching for the quintessential out, of some such ancient written cover my ass moment. At the moment of birth being on a need to know basis i did not, so i filled in the form with leah sarah d... L.S.D. There was

no predisposition, to the three letters, in truth it did not even dawn on me, but their it is. I will forever be in her debt of gratitude for the joy she and she alone made my heart. As i lived in a room i sponsored beneath a black candle debacle of sadness who called upon the horned Ghost god of stupidity for some such plea as stupidities are made. Every night at midnight. To me the Gods of Fairee called Manichees gave a green lightening flash shaped wand i dubbed “the pickle”. to forever offer the knee wobbling instance in any situation, no matter how grave or large they would succumb to the tickle of the pickle. As without so within the earth as seen in 1969 a blue orb of white clouds floating within. Those who would destroy the earth womb use large industrialist venture capitalists to complete their goal and fill the atmosphere with CO2. This agenda comes from a non biological anti life- form who want destroyed all nitrogen oxygen breathing life. This means the termination of their stool pigeons but ask them if they care, their demons.!!! Ancient babylon has a legend of how a group of some 2000 plus supermen came to the earth in a giant oval disk and started their culture. They were

very white and all over six feet tall with blue eyes and blonde hair. They had a special sign they put everywhere it was a cross with an angled-off extension on each of the four lines of the cross. Commonly called a swastika. All the large Banking, Oil, Futures, and Forestry pillaging names of the United States are german names. from old style german family we kill you cause your not us, religious demon purity directives. The feuhrer’s plan was for all humans to have a perfect german blue eyed blonde haired body, with no deformations, variations, warts moles buck teeth. What a truly psycho elitist mother fucker he was. Can anybody be so duped and insane. Ask mr bush. These individuals need the redefinition of mental help. Now in mass quantities all over the USA they gather in buildings subsidized by tax dollars called churches with an agenda to brain wash and incarcerate the whole world with their old roman manipulation lie of some poor bugger who was nailed to a piece of wood and coming back to get ya. Well 2000 years later how much longer must some old sheepherders madness be driving the most superstitious creature in creation the human being. Wake Up. IHVH is dead and buried in paradise i personally have slept on his grave just to see he was properly dead. And He is.

Long sing Paradise, Your awesome evening breeze caress the visiting saint wizards from a billion eons past. Wow the marvel of witness wonder, child of the Supreme. Goddess Nature Time. Nature, forever strives for diversity. All who promote sameness work for the anti-life. They thrive on destruction fear and all that works against nature. They never support life promoting biological natural systems. They are ancient embittered demons who want all others in a state of agony. this is their source of joy and why they are antilife. Too dangerous to keep to evil to let go, a workaround place for these demons must be achieved or they will destroy all. This is the key issue of future humanity, dealing with these anti-life beings and their CO2 agenda. They also are the chief architects for reciprocating motors. the least efficient design but generates an RF field from the metals reciprocating creating a disturbance field to block and obfuscate all intended transmissions to this planet from wherever else they may come. Piped substances and electronic grids all have this RF side effect . Fuel cells water turbines do not. Things that once seemed haphazard all fall within a very dark scary sinister agenda from an all to obvious source, demons, or a specific group of non human highly organized anti

human and organic life form beings . determined to destroy the biologically diverse garden wonderland that is the world and replace it with a quality time sphincter heaven plastic replica virtual pinhead world. A place and state must be found for them and maintained where they cannot tamper with natural life any longer. It is obvious to all now who promotes and grows life and who destroy manipulate and strive for ever greater usury of their fellow beings. the names are unimportant as all they claim is lies and half truths, we should be unconcerned with their name but highly organized with all directives plundering the earth they may claim for jobs. Still they have killed the earth and shown their true hand despite the game of lies claiming to do good things but only kill and destroy. It is unimportant if murderers are factual in their testimony. What is important is that they stop and be stopped from murdering under whatever insane name of a god, or security of leach investors military baby brained tonka butts, they come up with. It takes no show of genius to recognize someone murdering someone else. One is breathing one is stopped from breathing one lives as an allotment expression of consciousness energy with the chance of personal growth to communication with the supreme. The

other does not. A well dressed conservative man comes into town shooting murdering shouting i am good repent as i kill you it is in the name of god i come and give all your money, cause i’m going to take it anyway. Another comes to the same city shabbily dressed giving what little he has to all asking only that all treat each other with care and awareness of all being allotments in personality of consciousness from the source of consciousness maintained in rhythm called night and day. You may not be presently blessed with direct interaction with the supreme source of consciousness, in consciousness The possibility exists you can. But only in life this way in the best arrangement to date of a chance for individualization of consciousness growth. If you have a better plan chirp up though your chirp up. Which of these two men is caring for his fellow? which of these two men is performing good works in the name of God? Do either of these men know God. Or have any understanding as to how God is. Which of these men cares for their fellow being? The one killing in the name of god is the sickest form of murderer. Which is the life which is the anti-life. It is their works which must be viewed there verbiage checked for conformity with their works. The

earth must be first in all agendas. With whatever exploit that is undertaken being weighed in it’s damage or assistance to the earth and that this be the determining factor of it being allowed or not and openly stated for all to hear as so. A vast and sweeping change must occur overnight. The investor must embrace this world in which they are manifesting and strive with all their effort to protect and offer good stewardship for our biological manifesting mother nature earth. The banker the baker the undertaker all must view their behavior on earth as to the damage to the earth they engage in to the best of the human collective capacity. Blindness to the earth is a cancerous social behavior that can longer be tolerated. Or the dinosaurs have carved our epitaph as species and Satan’s ancient brag will come to be. This will and must come to be the song all young would be’s dream to be. To be engaged in an earth harmonious pastime work endeavor. To rise to the occasion in imagination and prove you don’t have to behave like a scum ball, all is behavior you are not, other than an allotment. Their is not one part of you of which is not maintained by things of which you have no idea, let alone control. All 6 and a half billion cells in

what you call your body have no idea as to your existence as a consciousness personality. Does that mean you don’t? Has this made or ruined their day, they don’t even have days !! let alone days off. Truth in comprehension of perception, will be the beacon on the lining of infinity. To sing an infinity of imagination songs as Einstein said imagination will be the most prized human capacity. Join the future paradigm mind shift now. Abandon your insanities and foibles, who needs them?, who will care their gone? determine the permanent resolve the essential embrace the unknown You are unique Sing into the all of is ness that you are, with your song. Allotted to you, in the most imaginative, none destructive to your environment, way you can. In consciousness of being the allotted segment of the Supreme consciousness you are. Here manifesting in the Supremes sourced Goddess’s Nature Time€ ENGINEERING HALF LIFE THE EGYPTIAN SWINDLE Winter 1992 In 2004 uncommon time a documentary was aired on the discovery

channel of a team of divers robots and scientists from an english university. Who made a journey to the base o0f one of the corners of the great pyramid. To an air pocket hundreds of feet under water and ground level. Their playing and cavorting with the strange greenish mud silt that was everywhere. They returned to the surface analyzed the mud and determined it to be decayed human remains from thousands of years ago maybe a million beings met their end pitched down the support structure access shaft. After they had worn out their usefulness. In the great experiment to preserve life and have the pharoah live forever was the plot handed out. But all that happened was beings were utilized in attempting to have other beings take over their body. Now who would that be, and what kind of business is that.!!! Nothing nice about any of it at any level with even the pharoah being duped till he started wrinkling, being told he was going to be allowed to live forever by his psycho priesthood. So he was gonna squeal to the populace the priests killed him brainwashed some kid to say he was the pharoah and alive again in a young new body. While the beings trying to gain control over the humans, i call demons, you may call them what you will. What is important is that they

are there doing this and did and have done for a long time. They are a manifestation maintained by the supreme as is all so a unique interaction is experienced and required as to dealing with their nihilistic bent at any cost behavior problems. They are the universes problem children and they must be recognized stopped in their agenda and arranged for to be somewhere they are not destroying all around them FOREVER. Tough order but it is a necessity and must be addressed en masse now. All is dependent on this being resolved. The prowler was purchased as the court system had decided in it’s infinite wisdom to give 85% of my wage to my ex wife and allow her to kidnap my daughter from school and leave me with no whereabouts for over 3 months. A special court system they have in St Clair michigan. Where nothing is checked out or substantiated and children are handed to practicing satanic compounds under the innocuous name of paradise pines. Fortunately they were only practicing and very lousy at their art. The news of my daughter playing xmass carols on her clarinet around their compound brought a smile to my tormented heart. I existed on beans and drove to work uninsured for 5 years in my trailer parked in my friends

driveway. Thank you hughster wacky little buddy i trust you are grooving in your new place wherever it is. Rene Schwaller De Lubicz the first western mind to comprehend the egyptian construction motives at Luxor, wrote le temple del homme. I became involved with anthroposophy, clairvoyant research from the turn of the last century unique maverick clairvoyant phd. chemist Rudolph Steiner. Katherine the green witch told me he had been bothering her so she told him to bug me. She was a special girl, who fell in love with me, informing me how all members of her family had been abducted by extra terrestrials with experiments being performed on them. Go figure, well that was more information than i needed so love was out of the question though lust reared its head a few times. Her mom is a sweetie and her dad was a major physicist at GM being principally responsible for the catalytic converter. So these alien visitors may be doing something contributive. i have enough on my plate and as i have typed they are all demons. Beings trying to gain access to and control human bodies independent of their designated human consciousness occupier. Quite regularly to the demise of the human host. My directive was maintaining consciousness into the

unconscious realm we frequent every night. I had been working hard at it for about 3 months winter of 1992 and seemed to be making some headway whatever that is in this kind of thing. I have learnt to listen to my liver and would recommend this practice to all. To bad we’re not on speaking terms or i would have asked its opinion about the soundness of my plans a long time ago. There i was flat on my back after having passed out, gone to sleep, lost consciousness, whatever you wish to call it there i was but then i wasn’t unconscious that is. I was fully cognizant with my eyelids wide open and good vision for night in the RV. Though the peculiarity of my being unable to move my eyeballs around was very un-nerving. I was staring straight up at the ceiling but having good peripheral vision. Kind of like a broken moving camera that only points one direction but you can see fine in that direction. Well all seemed fine though unusual, till i saw the trailer door open and the silhouette of a young girl with long curly hair and a fur coat. Come in the trailer walk towards my sleeping area at the other end of the RV come right to my side with a face that had no features just dissolved from her outline to black within. Then Her feet floated off the ground as she turned horizontal right by my side floating in

the air, Whoa Nellie!!! She then floated directly over me and lowered herself on top of me slowly i was suddenly asphyxiated and felt this great freezing in my guts as if my insides were being sucked out of my navel. It hurt like hell i blacked out in the middle of this process. Well for 3 weeks i drank a bottle of the cheapest wrot gut i could get my hands on just so i could go to sleep. I don’t drink, I was terrified of this happening again. Enough was enough and my beyond meager income would not allow the purchase of anymore alcohol. I decided i was going to work on maintaining my consciousness into the unconscious realm with all the will i was allowed to muster. So i did. When there is activity of the nature i was engaging in a radiation type mild green glow, commensurate with the intensity, is given off. So like an idiot with a flashlight on a battlefield i was glowing at whatever was in the vicinity to come and have it’s way with me. Though now, within the frame of this comprehension i was no longer of this neophytic stage. So i have not seen the being again, it seems i had a gross encounter with a succubus. I did not know they lived in the greater Detroit region. Education in consciousness finds many

avenues or to paraphrase Shiva all is given enough rope to hang itself. The green witch and a very special book by Edourde Shure “The Children of Lucifer” an anthroposophical play from the turn of the last century. Wove large on the psyche as I found myself obsessed with devouring the premise, destruction of the old lunar world order around 300 a.d. by the roman pagan christian onslaught begun by constantine. The story evolves around a young searcher who is led to the desert mountains to be exposed to his guardian angel. To discover his guardian angel is none other than the archangel lucifer. Well he’s obviously done like dinner but it is a great play and a worthy read. Wielding my car into the parking at work I went into the engineering room area allotted to me, gripping the book. Having just finished it I seemed to be in some form of enlightenment moment and sat in my chair. I put the book on the desk and thought about what I had just finished reading. It was lunch time and only Don and myself were their. I snapped to comprehension from my mind day dream moment looking down at the seat I was sitting on, 2 spirals of light about an inch across were spinning up through the chair and into my body, where I was sitting.

Suddenly I found myself witnessing from inside my chest cavity, I have no idea how this was done or what I was witnessing with to have such a perspective. These facts bore no relevance to what I was witnessing though, as I certainly was, witnessing. A strange eerie whooshing sound accompanied the 2 spirals, which were like 2 tube balloons. One pink one blue, slowly circling around and around interlocuting from my observation point in the middle of my chest cavity. The sound grew into a mild roar as around and around they went defining the perimeter of my chest cavity. I was froze, but then what was I to have moved or not, as the bright colored lights were now level with my observation point on their course. Then when they got to the neck level they burst out of my body. At this point I was in a level of agony not to be defined or undefined. It seemed my being was being sliced in two by some unknown plane in my throat. All I could do was feel the dividing of my soul in pure agony, no more colored lights. I was being divided in two and the two parts of me were spiraling off into the atmosphere either side of my neck into space. Then as the last part of me was pulled split out of my neck I could see the end of my new spiral nature was starting to dissolve, like acid damaged

cloth, fragmenting into micro dust. I was spiraling out into fragmented oblivion torn between 2 colored forces. Then I was gone. I do not know how long or where or what, yet I came to consciousness with no body on the control deck of some space vehicle I could not even see its structure. Invisible, but that was not preventing it from functioning hurtling trough star fields . The sound of stop stop stop in plane English greeted whatever it was I was. As I seemed to be in the company of about a half a dozen beings, with no observable bodies yet they were talking to me in English and most concerned. They told me they could not stand by and observe me in the state I was in any longer and had asked the presiding controller for permission to intercede. Both for themselves as the stress was to much and for me as I was a mess. Well it would have been difficult to argue with them so I just perceived in awe. This was a rare moment for us all me from ignorance them from proximity. They navigated the vessel to some distance from this roaring vortex of a steam planet. Its superheated center causing condensate from the deep cold of space to form around its perimeter and be held their by gravitational field forces as attempting to escape in a steam explosion.

They moved in closer, the roar was thrilling and almost deafening with a tone of unforgettable character. I could smell the pristine steam vapor as I thrilled in the roar. My space buddies were pleased with my delight apparently and said we can show you more. Suddenly it appeared as a giant section view of the steam planet and I could see the forms of the vortex currents in a marvel of perception and capacity. I was deeply impressed. They asked me what I was attempting to achieve with my exercises, and before I could answer they told me was it this. Showing me a shoreline from just offshore of a large human community where all their were, from what I could discern, joyously engaging in an organic healthy lifestyle. I said wow that’s it a garden paradise. As the words were leaving my lips, they said let us show you our idea of such a state. Their I was in the midst of an array of spherical clusters for want of a better descriptive term. They were of all kinds of sizes and groupings some enormous like galaxies with large groups of spheres around them. Some were moving it was kind of like looking into space but instead of seeing stars one saw spheres colored spheres. I had the feeling that these were all feeling spheres of emotion so to type. It was all very different yet I sensed a

great sea of joy from all whatever it was that was going on their. They told me they had a gift for me from the manichees “the gods of faerie”. It would be there to aid me when in a situation where things had gone to far. It was a green rounded lightening bolt shaped wand, that I irreverently dubbed the pickle, the manichees pickle. It was capable of producing a very intense disorientation, knee wobbling, in the vicinity where it was regardless of size or intensity of that which it was doing its thing on. Hey I don’t know how this thing came about I am just narrating the story. Then as quick as a wink I was back in the engineering room with don standing there deeply concerned. He asked if I was all right, I told him I had just had a very bizarre out of body, so to type experience but I seemed to be fine. He said he knew something was up when he came out of his office earlier but did not want to disturb me, as who knows what might be happening. However I had been like that for some time and he had grown concerned. I also was concerned though in a way don was unaware of. It was open mic poetry night at the old gotham café, my favorite hangout. I picked up the green witch and we headed on over. Someone in the dark yelled out my name and came on over. I had know idea

who this large 250 lb girl was and she knew it. Then started stating its me Gloria, the gerbils, remember. Wow the wacky singer in my old band had his own band called the gerbils which became shock therapy. He had a really cute girlfriend Gloria, it was her wow what happened I thought. It had been over 10 years, now she had apparently graduated from state, got married and had a daughter Eva. A wild precocious little red haired girl of about 4. Also there, as part of the cheering committee, all of Gloria’s sisters were there, a notorious group of rebel rousers if ever there was one. Well there was Krissy, the eldest sister of four born to a 7’ 4” Rumanian marine color guard sergeant, war hero and the fiscally empowered daughter a major G.M. tool supplier, in a black polo. Looking dangerous and I’m so accident prone. Stammering all over myself I managed to exchange phone numbers and delivered the poetry. Most such emporiums deliver the most god awful drivel amidst a flatulence chorus, one dreams to forget. Gotham city was different though a unique eclectic misanthropic group of actual practitioners poetry, rhyming even. Had emerged from the TV based power humdrum garble that was middle class America. Land of the boy with the most toys lost in some quality time

refrigerator heaven on a chemical sprayed hunting trip from hell. Now stationed here on the surface of the only planet I’m aware of with this degree of biologic diversity. Firing up his mega horsepower everything he can. Ignorant arrogant demonic mind frenzy glow in their eyes as they seek the Masonic goal of parenting a human by male individuals alone. These are some seriously twisted puppies, proof, the hunter gatherer is not extinct, but deeply entrenched under the guise of suburban America. Hey they all go to the military backing, christian named church, of the ranting and ravings of the megalomaniacal emperor from sub hell constantine. To regularly have removed whatever evidence of a crease or something deviating from a smooth as a cue ball finish to their cerebral cortex. By the toad of the moment at the pug. Did any of these bizarre parasites ever meet the deity or being they espouse to be in the service of, for a few sheckles, I would have to guess not. Based on experience and none of them having any idea of what heaven or paradise are like. Let alone who is there or not there in these places and the nature of their existence. Still the behavior of bilaterally symmetrical emotion based beings leaves all in its wake. You can’t mess around with love. Our love affair stormed the tea cup and spent my

evenings sneaking around the sisters family emporium from the inside. Avoiding the catholic glance of tobacco’d disgust from the small house as it was called where the parents stayed. Even though this was a grown woman almost 40. It was strictly taboo. We love each other still and will for a long time to come though we may never be together again in humanly company we will inhumanly. We became the older professional couple all ups and downs though all around thought we never would part. Like a comfortable shoe to each other it was hard to stop. Though a break in the romance was required, as in the trailer of dreams vision forces pulled me from wherever I was and placed me wherever it was they placed me. HORSE STORY In the kitchen of a large modern farm house, home to a dozen or so people. It was a little gaudy, with a multi booth setup to accommodate so many people done in a purplish naugahyde. Breakfast was being served by beings I did not recognize but was perfectly at home with them and they with me, like very old friends. Something caught my attention a flash so I got up from the booth I was in and walked out a door leading outside of the building. I walked to

the end of the building and turned to see a blazing inferno coming a third way up the sky. As the trees at the end of the pasture meadow were bursting into the sky from the heat which roared. The farm had pristine white picket fences defining all of it’s area’s. White picket fences Ay!!! Hmmm well there they were with a large 100 foot diameter stone circle adjacent to the house. With a huge red barn having a big 20 foot sliding door which was wide open. Several metallic hangar style buildings housing farm equipment of the current era. I yelled to all inside that they must come outside at once, they did and as soon as some saw the conflagration. They yelled the horses the horses, as the frenzied whinnying of horses hit my ear amidst the roar of the fire. A mad dash ensued of everyone except myself rushing round to the back of the barn and there I could hear amidst the clamor, the screaming and shouting. As they tried to break open the back of the barn even though the door on the front was wide open. The whinnying reached a frenzied pitch as the horses must have broke out. For I watched in utter horror as the horses with my companions hanging on to their halters. Charged trampling my friends straight to the bottom of the meadow into the fire. I stood frozen in tears

a song of sorrow had found me. The flames were suddenly subsided, smoke haze cleared as a large dappled dark grey horse very calmly with no ripple to his back. Walked out of the front of the open barn door. It walked slowly stately only looking ahead all around the stone drive till it’s front legs were adjacent to me. Then turned its head down and towards me so I was eye to eye with an 18 hand horse. Shafts of speed distorted light observation began flashing forming a tunnel of flashing light around our heads. The eyes of the horse bore deep into mine. My body began to flap like a balloon releasing it’s gas. As I blacked out in a stream of consciousness. The horse said hello with a depth of friendship unrecognized, then I became informed of how a long long time ago we had been best friends on this very earth. Together we had rode across many a meadow and land. We had each grown old and died many times since. I remembered none of these lives but it remembered them all. The horse was to become extinct. Man no longer cared for or needed his horse brothers. (95% of all species diversity will be eradicated, removed, eliminated, murdered. Within 10 years By the foolish and blind investor mentality such as the sierra club

who in over a hundred years and billions of donated dollars, have never even addressed their charter inspired by Teddy Roosevelt “To protect the forests of our nation from industrial ravaging”. They the sierra club have never saved a single solitary tree. Instead have only paved the way for abuse and disgusting investor behavior. Calling it negotiation. As the forests of the Giant redwood have been decimated to 0.02% remaining from what was chartered some 100 years ago. Such folly can only exist so long, till all is destroyed plundered or rendered useless. The united states has reached and passed the point of no return. While it’s citizens have been duped to slavery in the worlds largest government military, service sector welfare state. Where art creativity academic excellence have been driven out of town by greed. Waving an insane book compilation of some medieval Scottish king. Who destroyed England when he ascended the throne after Elizabeth in a maniacal desire to render constantine’s book to English. Of which language he spoke not a word. He spoke only French and latin raised a perv supreme in the French court till he had his head removed. Not soon enough to save millions from gruesome bizarre torture deaths the likes of the contraptions causing

them defying belief even now. have been that sought to control nature for profit. Highlighted in essence by the bush administration, arguably the most virulent group of anti biological parasitic beings ever to have taken human shape.) The horse no longer wished to be in this state this way. So the Spiritual elders of the horse species gathered and decided as they were going, they would do their best to find a human recipient for their wisdom and accrued folklore. The horses decided that they would search as long as they could and they did. All the Spirit Horse Tribal Elders have moved on are an interactive force in this world of blind monkey business no more. But for one, my ancient friend who had the capacity apparently to search on till he found a depository. Of a human being whom this information could be placed in. Well I must have wandered into town with my light on, the one I can’t see but others apparently find magnifying. So lo and behold your

humble narrator had had his brain implanted with the ancient horse wisdom. Let me tell you that it hurts, not any longer but that’s later in the story. Indeed I found myself the apparent recipient of the summation of horse folklore and wisdom as shoved in me own cranium by the last chief horse spirit his self. Then I was informed that the last major character flaw I had would be removed in a few months,<what a sales pitch> that it was going beyond this manifest realm, their to wait for me. Until I left my current body <not to be confused with a current bun> then we would ride of together. He did not say where nor did I have a clue at that time foolishly I did not think to ask. Well knock me down with a feather just about everything else has. However I seem to be resilient Horses became my obsession, I followed any and every avenue in a search for information. To discover the loyal order of ancient Scottish horse whisperers. Aided and abetted by the internet though bw (before windows> There is a ledger there in Scotland where all the stories of horses interacting with humans has been formed and is kept, How wonderful.

Several moons passed till spring of 94. There at the end of em-powers rd on a cool afternoon with all the attendant sister clan just hanging out at the big house. Someone started yelling hey you in a curt non too friendly very loud voice. It soon became apparent I was the only one hearing it, but it was not too be denied. “Hey you asshole human” I tried to discern the source of my tormentor and the voice seemed to be coming from the trees at the end of the yard. I asked out loud to the consternation of all the other humans around me on the porch, “ who is speaking is this the trees?” I said incredulously” “Yes it’s the fuckin tree’s asshole we have been told to deliver you a message but doesn’t mean we like it” Well go figure potty mouth trees, “ Is it the message my horse friend told me of last year” “Yes it is” “Well what is it” “The flaw in your character is your afraid of death if you want to live forever all you have to do is want to live forever” “That’s it I shouted that’s all I have to do?” “That’s it we said so and don’t stutter” “ I want to be forever” I started shouting and running around the yard. Again much to the consternation of all the humans on the porch. They all behaved well enough and said nothing of it. But Wow I was geeked.

To live forever, the dream it seemed that could not be, or even dreamed. What had been taught by all that could not be was here with me. Wow what awesome thing had just been witnessed by me. I flowed like a cat on a cream sea, what miracle wonders were singing to me. I do not think i’ll ever see a thing more lovely than a tree. Even though they hurled profanity at me i have only adoration in my heart center for them. The earths composite gas atmosphere is principally controlled by them. As bees control the pollination. Rainbow gathering were the words of the lost vagabonds and the social rage for middle age counter culture behavior in the early 90’s . Pagan and edward were a pair of the crowd and brought home to the big house by the sisters. After a week long ravage of the planet in yet another of the last dying sections of flora life. < i was told by my first mentor that the human species in the future would only be about 4 foot tall

live in caves only come out at night to eat giant cock roaches, which were the only game in town. Imagine , he would say, what kind of a saint will be required to attempt the uplifting of such creatures. To take on a birth as one of them and how all but impossible the task will be”. It will be after the mark of the beast. That being a time when only animal directives are pursued by humanity. Rendering them useless for growth beyond where they are currently at. The numbers come from the realm of scientific directive 6 is the number correlative of science. With the zero’s used to denote the three levels, somewhat like thought word and deed, manifest formative and hierarchical. 600 60 and 6. Denoting the phase of change in time and the fixedness of it. It is also part of the old calendar of globes the first age being 1-1-1 the last being 7-7-7 there being 343 sequential globe periods with the 260th being 6-6-6. Currently we are in globe sequence 257. You cannot change what does not wish to change. The pea sized black pearl of unfathomable density will house them all there, for all, from then on, to see. A reminder of the folly of refusal to change. Until time is no longer enacting and all that was is not. All at any level of perception is maintained and therefore

incumbent on the maintenance action of it’s maintainer.> After the flora is gone, and it will be gone, so will go the fauna (that be you). Total desert being achieved, by demonic investor stooges, bragging of their pumping as much CO2 into the atmosphere as they can. That the amount they are putting out is more than ever before. These are the words of the CEO demon stool pigeons. From Their own PR blurbs called press releases. In the black pea where they are headed, they will no longer be a threat to others or themselves. Immobilized in a level of compaction that will make a black star look like an air fern. See Ya wouldn’t want to be ya. Still its a popular pastime of humans is to euphemistically “get back to nature” with a five tv SUV and a 30ft millstone bunk. At least the rainbow crowd have not embraced SUV’s, the true mark of a lower mentality. Now the rage in the usa, it is hip to be stupid ignorant arrogant kill everything and go to church. Investors can you hear the black pea calling your name there is a special spot for everyone of you. Just think none will be left out. We’re talkin’ about the Supreme. There are only two chances of direction for those who care about the biologically diverse planet placed in our

stewardship. We are totally outmanned, more than 30% of the adult working male population of the usa IS THE PROBLEM. Either working for or being in bed with the investor controlled military church government. This makes them the single largest body of some particular, however greedy or mentally peculiar they are sick and at level superseding genetics. This represents a formidable adversary and their leaders know this. Being both born and raised this way. Mediocrity conformity subservience. These are their emblems their goals their dreams. The rest of the country is held hostage by this huge organized, albeit mentally mediocre, gang. They call themselves protectors and servers but they only serve and protect the investor. With tax paid for shrines of nazi bullying at nearly every intersection of the national highway system. This is a disease of alarming proportion and makes hitlers pale by comparison. Calling the world WE NEED HELP in stopping the investor military church government, or your country will be next. The world should demand access of the UN to the usa to setup a force to monitor the worlds three largest sources of industrial pollution. California Texas, Pennsylvania. Killing not just the local

populace but threatening the entire world, so a few totally unscrupulous investors can make a buck. These investors need arresting by the UN and their assets frozen, then re assigned to re-forestation or some other earth concern stewardship directive. It is well known by all who these companies and their investors are. Only the UN can get past the US military thugs protecting these sick fat restaurant going republican beings and their idiotic church smoke screen. The second chance is some mass paradigm mind shift of human beings populating the earth to care for their planet as the number one directive in life. Not abuse cajole bully their fellow beings while destroying the very place we all live. WAKE UP. Indeed wake –up, the chances of that happening define the slimmest possibility. So slowing them down making life rougher for them is our only choice. This tree hugger will have to have his cold dead body pried from tree its hugging, before the crows have got to it. Before i give up tree hugging and caring for the biologically diverse world that bore me. Old republican senators may have “been a baby feces, everyone was once a baby feces” but i was not. I love and care for this garden world with the ancient plan of man being a gardener. Not some hunter

gathering post troglodyte futures investment pit hole hell theme park. Well pagan was convinced by himself or some other unmentioned being, that he was god. This i found fascinating and asked if god was not a creator and if he indeed were god then he should have no problem creating something. Say bringing that small stone to life and having it tell a story. Well he took on a determined stance with the stone, much like a weight lifter about to lift a great weight and the sisters and i left him at the coffee shop we were visiting having grown bored with the silliness display. Halloween came and boring petulance reared its noodle as krissy and keefer’s plaintive cries goaded me to a moment of imaginative suggestion. Lets go to the church of the shrine of the black madonna at midnight and walk around the building. This was patent insanity, yet they both went ooooh!. The church of the shrine of the black madonna is only in detroit usa. A unique social moment in lawyer clergy relations yielding an all black albeit concrete madonna figurine on the front lawn of their club. This is a racially specialized area where only blacks can be. There is not a white family within a square mile of the church club house building with bright shiny purple and turquoise highlighted busses. All

paid for by who knows how. I wonder if there is an uncorrupt church club in the entire usa. The clear skies healthy forests southern baptists rule washington. These puppies need serious help but there is so many and no where for them to be helped and their all too far gone to seek self help. Or getting a real life where they are themselves acquiring a useful skill while being in a stewardship position for the earth. Problems problems what is a guru to do. Well as me Kalamazoo residing ex cia operative now head of the church of lucifer, he looks so dashing in his lex luther clone costume, aaron donahue said “Everyone should write their senator demanding we use hydrogen bombs to blow up the world, these are the cleanest weapons and will facilitate the most rapid restart of life on the planet.” Go aaron, a little extreme maybe but it does address the problem, removal of investors and their gangs of henchmen. Unfortunately removing the rest of us and all life as well. I’d have to say aaron needs to revisit his ancient cia remote viewing sites, could he have perceived something incorrectly, maybe who knows. If She wasn’t blue he missed the boat looking for a floating straw. So midnight came we piled into bruce the awesome dodge truck and headed off downtown detroit. It was so black you could

barely see even with light from the occasional street light. Then we were there i’d timed it amazingly well as it was almost midnight. Even though the black guy riding his bike at midnight nearly fell off doing a triple take upon seeing three honkies in a truck driving down the main street. I parked the truck at the end of the alley right behind the church building. We got out all was very calm we walked down the alley behind the church so nervous we must have looked like we twitched. We were all wearing all black garb and made it round the corner to the side along the side to the main street corner around that. Looking up at the dilapidated wood up around the old bell tower repainted white 50 times. To the corner of the main street and the side street we were parked on. We came around the corner and started walking toward the truck at the corner and the alley. Then we saw them as they saw us a group of 5 black hoods coming out of one of the buildings. We broke into a full race feet don’t fail me now, even krissy. As the boys also jumped the entrance stairs over the side and were coming as fast as they could for us. We hit the truck I fired it up as we were getting in, put it in drive and jammed on the gas pedal as keefer was closing the door. Flying off down the street we never

heard any bullets thank Goddess, but it was a very quick truck. The sisters were terrified of the green witch, who only loved me and legitimately had my care in her heart. So it was a rare moment when all were in close proximity a third party, private party say. So my crazy buddy daryl with his fourth of fireworks fiasco found all their. glorias crazed husband dante running around with a huge dildo fastened to his pants while his 5 year old daughter eva tried to ignore it all. I played my guitar and pouted over the poor behavior. Hey I could be all wrong. It seemed i was, Dante started divorce proceedings and won custody of his daughter. What a travesty of justice both parents were psycho’s from hell, neither should have anything from eva other than a visit when she wanted. I found myself with power of attorney over gloria so eva could visit her mom in my auspice. What madness eh read on mcduff. KUNDALINI CALLING The internet was awesome for me it was 1996 my position at work required i comprehend and implement this new technology. I was in 7th heaven as i encountered tantra.com the brainchild of dr.

mike magee late of cambridge university, he lost his tenure due to a conflict of interest. <wearing a napkin and mumbling strange syllables> It seems the head of a principle Shivaite church in calcutta had heard of this marvelous new technology where information could be distributed freely and without government censorship. Being in possession of some very ancient wool rugs of woven litanies from thousands of years ago meticulously cared for and hidden even from the prying eyes of the british for 300 years. To be offered now in 1996 for free given you had the genius and language expertise of dr. magee. Professor magee had been translating and posting at a blazing pace for about a year before i wandered into town. It seems kundalini yoga was now the rage<well well well my old specialty> and the principle subject matter of these translations were all Goddess oriented. That being synonymous with lunar phases and angular relationships of formative life streams called nakshatra. Kundalini yoga was apparently a misnomer its real title being Kula

Yoga being the yoga or aligning, union, of consciousness. As above so below all of the names and asterisms are just that names of stars and there placement forming angles of demarcation in a comprehensive system of cause and event. So all about was believed the formative display of what was actually causing all here witness able as a human on earth at this state of phase. I became renewed in my exercises now some twenty years later. Deeply into the synergy of a common comprehension aspect of all experiencable phenomena. First i set about decorating my bedroom to accommodate, to the best of inspiration, my endeavors. I had nine large images 2ft by 1ft of my favorite image of Shiva set up evenly spaced upside down. As i figured the human optic system reverses all images this would be the accurate independent viewpoint could have of such a being . Most interesting was in the saga Goddess hade made Shiva dual sexed meaning he had both male and female sex organs, apparently Goddess had a unique sexual disposition in Shiva’s construction. If he was to satisfy Goddess he to be very very special and apparently he was. The picture i used had him looking very seductive and very feminine. I procured the chains from the local hardware store amidst much

giggling from the cashiers. The chains were secured into the ceiling beams by large eye bolts with the same eye bolts at the other end fastened into a pair of 6” beams. Then i fastened a hardwood futon frame to the beams and voila i had a very secure stable but floating large area scrying platform dubbed the flying bed. Inspired by well over 200 crazed Goddess daughters i had built a relationship with from meeting them in chat rooms They were dubbed the jupiter brides my great friend david bell told me i was nuts and what if one of these women come looking for you.
about or for the earth, they are the earths sickest children who hate their mother earth.> One of these women? how about all of them. They are all Goddess daughters and sister consciousness’s i love them all and differently. Krissy had moved out so i was on full tilt with just my daughter there. Yoga As my pop so eloquently and frequently has stated in many a time, after having invented posture yoga, <soon to come my book on first new yoga in 5000 years pavitra yoga> !./ the spinal column must be straight 2./ there are two seating positions the tied and the untied lotus. one leg crossing being the untied and both legs crossing being the tied. There is no preference stated as to one over the other so neither will i. I use both methods, though the untied allows me a longer time period of stationary posture, before the nerves go to sleep, so to type. All other things, and there are thousands are not necessary, and who knows how they could muddle the transducer transponder behavior of the human, in these behavioral efforts. So straight back seated in one of the

two positions on a flat plane, such as the floor. That’s it, and only that, are the requirements to begin the process of kula yoga, the path of consciousness, commonly called kundalini yoga, however kundali is a goddess not a yoga, <sheesh>, or raja yoga, the royal way as taught patanjali all those thousands of years ago. To bring relief to the mind in a complex stress dog eat anything, worldly manifestation experience. From the wool thru me filter. God said – Listen Goddess as I speak to you of you az Jvalamukhi, the essence of all, and her encompassing Devis, the knowledge of which is hard to get, even for Gods.” Goddess replies – O you With Matted Locks! You are the Lord of All, Knower of all Essence. From your lotus-like mouth I have heard many books and mystical injunctions. O lord, I pray You, speak to me of Jvalamukhi’s great mantra, yantra, ritual, and bliss, her limbs and her practice. “God says – Listen, O goddess valiant beauty, to the mantra, yantra and limbs. I will speak of her rituals and sadhana. One should conceal and keep this very secret. There is one method to transcend this lower great universe, cruel and devoid of love O

Maheshvari. This is by employing the mantra magic .”O Goddess, this mantra was revealed by the eternal grace of You az Jvalamukhi. This mantra caused the manifestation of the Universe and the Maintenance of all that moves. (You said) “Day and night I create, I withdraw and I maintain.” Whoever has obtained this mantra bestowing prosperity has attained the ultimate power of dominion. Jvalamukhi is the world mother, the very essence of the three natures. By purity She creates the universe, by motion, She maintains, and by lethargy She withdraws-therefore She is the self of the three natures in manifestation. She is the mother of the three worlds, the mother of the Devis. Listen attentively, beauty from another world, as I relate to you her mantra, yantra, limbs and ritual. In the sciences the fixed rule is to commence with the mantra. This I now declare, beyond Goddess. One should not reveal it, except to sincere seekers. Om, Hrim Shrim Jvalamukhi mama sarvashatrun bhakshaya bhakshaya Hum Phat Svaha. This is the mantra of Jvalamukhi, and gives power over time, whatsoever is desired, wiping out (sins such as) killing priests or a guru or a woman, or eating what should not be eaten, or having sexual intercourse with those with whom it is evil, such as one’s mother or

one’s children. This mantra is the washeraway of all this, O Devi , this is true, without doubt. I adore the beautiful one, with limbs the colour of thunderclouds, who is naked and sits on the corpse of God, who has three eyes and earrings made of the bones of handsome boys, who is garlanded with skulls and flowers. In her lower left and upper right hands she holds a man’s head and a sword, her other two hands bestowing boons and banishing fear. Her hair is greatly disheveled. Using this meditation, worship and satisfy the Paramesvari. Listen, beauteous one, to the Gayatri, which gives all knowledge when recited. Kalikayai vidmahe, shmashanavasinyai dhimahi, tanno ghore pracodayat. Devi, after reciting it twenty times, it is the giver of all prosperity. Recite it 20,000 times to achieve success in its preparation. Do homa of a tenth part, oblation of a tenth part of that, and abhiseka of a tenth part of that. Then feed the mind. Do everything necessary within the sadhana, then dismiss Devi and throw the pot into water. I speak now of the great ritual which bestows both the visible and the invisible. Mantras become successful using this rite, which is to be performed in the first or third watch at night, and are powerless otherwise.

O Mahesvari, do vira sadhana in a house, or elsewhere on earth. Make a small platform strewn with bunches of plantain leaves and place on this a pot smeared with vermilion. In the pot place mango shoots and wine made of khadira blossoms, as well as asvattha and badari leaves. Also place in the pot pearl, gold, silver, coral and crystal and then strive to accomplish vira sadhana. Draw a matrika cakra, placing the pot on top of it. A mantrin should put it on a cloth, facing the northern direction. After worshipping with various substances, one should offer food, unguent, mutton and the most attractive sorts of food. Then, O Devi, offer curd to the great goddess. Have there a young and beautiful girl, adorned with various jewels. After combing her hair, give her tambula and draw two Hrims on her breasts, Aim on or near her mouth, and draw two Klims on either side of her yoni. Drawing her towards you by her hair, caress her breasts and then place the linga into her yoni. O pure smiling one. Recd the mantra 1,000 times, O sweet faced one. Dearest, one becomes accomplished by doing the rite for a week. Maheshani, recite the mantra not in the manner written of in books, but in her yoni. This brings mantra siddhi, there is no doubt of it. So, Devi, the secret thing giving all desires has been

declared to you. One should not reveal it, one should never reveal it, Maheshani. O Naganandini, at the risk of your life, never reveal it. It is the giver of all siddhi. I cannot speak of the magnificence of this mantra. Had I ten thousand million mouths and ten thousand million tongues, I could still not speak of it, O Paramesvari. It is the most secret thing in the three worlds, very hard to obtain, the great pitha Kamarupa, giving the fruit of all desires. Maheshani, reciting in this way gives endless fruit, if, by the power of good fortune one attains this pitha. O Maheshani, after reciting the mantra there, it gives endless fruit. Bhairavi, siddhi resides in that high place (described in) this tantra, without doubt. Shiva said: Now I speak of the supreme mantra of Mahakali, bestowing all effect. Listen attentively, O Maheshani. She is the primordial one, Prakriti, the beautiful woman, the primordial knower, with time, the Fourth, the ultimate mother, the boon giver, the desirable one, the lady of heroes, the giver of success to magicians. She, the primordial one, Mahaprakriti, Kali, beyond true form of time, whose great mantra of all mantras is the ocean of mantra, she alone gives all success to a magician who wants it. The destroyer of anxiety, giving boons, seated on a corpse, gives all desires, O

Devi, and creates all marvels. In this matter, purification of mind and determination as to defects or enmity in a mantra are unnecessary. In sadhana with this great mantra, there are no restrictions as to time, or day, lunar mansion or obstacles caused by lunar mansions and so forth. Nor in Mahakali’s magic is it necessary to consider guru. Om hrim hrim hum hum krim krim krim is the mantra of twenty three syllables, the ultimately beautiful mantra. Using this king of mantras causes a person to become like God, there is no doubt of it. Valiance the rishi of the mantra, virgin arousal is the metre, Ultimate miss time is the regent and Hrim is the seed. Hum is the Shakti and its application is well known. Vararohe, listen to the meditation. Reciting it gives siddhi, its practice gives the power of attraction, and it causes materialists to become aware. The Shri Yantra is the Goddess Time’s sigil I bow to the goddess made of mantra, who consists of the 51 Ganeshas, the nine planets, the 27 constellations, the six Yoginis, the 12 signs of the Zodiac and the 51 letters of the alphabet and sacred sites. Then one should envision Devi, resembling a lotus, like the early morning rays of the

Sun, like a hibiscus or a pomegranate flower, red as a ruby, or like kumkuma dissolved in water, adorned with a bedazzling jewel in Her diadem, and by a dense mass of small bells, Her mouth, like a line of black bees, amidst beautifully curved red lips, the circle of Her face like the dawn or a day lotus, a curved half moon of nectar on Her forehead, Her eyes like bows, and a beautiful brow, Beauty from another world Her eyes are moving playfully to and fro, filled with joy and bliss, the roundness of Her cheeks surpassing the curve of the lunar crescent. The slender line which is Her nose is like a beautiful wanton shoot. Her lips are red effulgence of copper coral. Her smile is the quintessence of love. Her chin is endowed with all beauty. Her neck is shelllike, She has large, open eyes, arms as graceful as lotus stalks. Her hands red lotuses, and Her nails are brighter than brightness itself. Her rising breasts uplift a slender pearl necklace, which resembles a shower of nectar on them. Her beautiful belly is adorned with three lines. Her gemmed navel streams. The roundness of Her hips is hypnotic, She wears a girdle of pearls, and has an awesome ass. Her hair like royal elephant goads. thighs like plantain stems. Her lotus feet are like the crest gem of Brahma. Her redness

surpasses the redness of the China Rose, She is clothed in red garments, holding an effulgent noose and a goad. She sits on a red lotus, and is adorned with red gems. She has four arms and three eyes, and She holds five arrows and a bow. Her mouth is filled with various pieces of betel mixed with camphor. Her beautiful gazelle like body, smeared with red powder, is the vanquisher of the God of Love. She is adorned with every kind of precious gem. She is the Mother Who gladdens creation, the cause of happiness in the world, causing all love in the world, creating the world, the Goddess made of Mantra, great good fortune Sundari, consisting of all, eternal, supremely blissful, joyful. Truths essence, reality’s mystery. She for whom all is a divine mystery play. Ancient truth sings as you have read, bliss joy wonder fill you. The Yoga So let us begin sit in calm place where you hopefully will not be disturbed for ten minutes. Position your legs in either the tied or untied lotus, straighten your spine, breathe deeply slowly but forcefully only through you nose. If you have a cold FORGET IT. Close your eyes listen to the sound of your breathing focus on that

sound. then proceed with the mantra recitation, you have both memorized and chosen for this time. This is the mantra that gives eternal memory or eternity, Om klim klim klim hum hum hrim hrim dakshina kalika hrim hrim hum hum klim klim klim. This is the mantra for all knowledge Kalikayai vidmahe, shmashanavasinyai dhimahi, tanno ghore pracodayat. This is the mantra for prosperity Om, Hrim Shrim Jvalamukhi mama sarvashatrun bhakshaya bhakshaya Hum Phat Svaha. Have it so the words can be exhaled in a single breath at each of the seven chakra stages. From muladhara the red base to svadisthana orange to manipura gold to annahata green to visudhana purple to ajna blue to sahasrara violet

So you are repeating the mantra 7 times First concentrating on the area between your testicles as a man, vagina as woman, and your anus. Place the tip of a finger on this area to attach a reference plane in your mind. Do not worry about being able to do that it will happen automatically. Press with some pressure then remove your finger with your eyes closed focus on the area where your finger was and the residue of nerve response still is. This is the muladhara center all starts here. You cannot ascend the stairwell if you don’t enter it. < once all the body parts were deciding who should be in charge the brain the legs the hands the eyes etc all had their argument. Then the asshole said it should be in charge, well an uproar of laughter broke out. The asshole said i’ll show you and clamped shut refusing to let anything pass. It did not take long before the eyes were rolling the knees wobbling. They all pleaded with the asshole to open up and agreed by proxy of “UNCLE” the asshole was in charge. So that is why the asshole is in charge> Truth has proved to be much wilder than any fiction. Inhale with much force fill your lungs only breathing in

through your nose listening to the sound of the rushing air. Focusing on the muladhara center then still focusing start saying the mantra slowly till all the air is exhaled. Then at the moment you start to draw the next breath change your focus to the next center up. From the muladhara this will be the svadisthana. The svadisthana is the area of the womb in women and the lower abdomen in men. Focus on this area as your inhaling listening to the air the start to say the mantra maintaining the focus on the svadisthana area till the last syllable leaves you lips. Then just as before as you go to take the next deep breath simultaneously shift your concentration focus to the next are up. The manipura navel area, between navel and spine taughten the muscles around the area to help you achieve focus on this area of your being. Pull the breath in hard and deep listening to the sound of the air focusing all the while in like a three fold movement, on the manipura area between navel and spine. This area is called the shushumma canal with all the chakra being located vertically above one another along this area that is not an area but is the area traveled by the focusing consciousness on its journey. As you will find up and down

through the chakra centers your consciousness travels. This is you, you the consciousness focus point traveling along this canal region is you in totality defined where you are. You will discover when hungry you are in the manipura center, when you are exercising your will, you are in the svadisthana center. When sexually aroused you are in the muladhara center. This is true for all but a Kula yoga adept. Who has mastery over placement of self anywhere along shushumma regardless and independent of activity engaged in. Possibly i will write a more detailed treatise of the process but these lessons will suffice to give all who practice this these capabilities. So repeat the process raising the focus to the next center the annahata the heart center. Doing all just as before. Then raise the focus to the throat area the visudhana. Then the area between the eyebrows the ajna inhaling focusing listening to the air and saying the mantra all simultaneously. Then finally the tip of the head right at the border of externality. Developing a rhythmic approach to the entire process. When you have it mastered it will take about 3 and half minutes to go from muladhara to sahasrara. You are now practicing Kula Yoga, if you do this once each morning and once each evening for 3

months you could be ready at any time of going from ajna to sahasrara to really go through the sahasrara and of this you will experience no doubt. If the moon is right and your you is pure intent you could as i have. Find yourself at the moment of going from ajna to sahasrara suddenly prone affixed to the surface of platform like on a saturn five rocket nose cone exterior blasting away from the earth at an ever accelerating mind blowing speed. Wondering how you are affixed to this rocketing outward experience as you see the earth shrink at amazing speed to nothing a miniscule disappearing moment beneath your feet. Growing in size at an ever more alarming rate as stars galaxies universes are left behind in micro view of the ever more hugeness you become. You become so large you start to slow down. Then serenely blissfully like journeying up a stage hole opening platform your new gargantuan self arrives through the stage surface to on top of the stage . In this case outside of all universes . The surrounding looks like a giant lattice work of evenly spaced diffuse lights of 3 dimensional positioning. All the lights seem the same size and are very evenly space as far as can be perceived in every direction. Then the platform stops and you can step

off onto the exterior none- fabric of all universes. It like a convoluted space field of rolling form like a giant star base switchboard you can run in your new star body along the outer surface of all formation. Yes new star body look at yourself wow in utter amazement at your size and splendor it is like you were covered in pixie dust then your body removed from inside the dust. Leaving just the pixie dust to define your form. Except in this case it’s star clusters galaxies that are your new skin so to type. It is an amazing revelation of dimension and nature to see the tiniest core of yourself as the hugest thing in the universe. And that you are the future form matrix for an entire universe. Wow what is a human consciousness. The mantras of control of time and space are songs of flowering consciousness. The compilation of these works is tantra. Diverse manipulating joy stream radiating vortex of time nature spiraling outward in ever varied expression. It is the geometry of the supreme thinking and every star is a thought of God. Once a long time ago a very powerful demon king had taken over the world with the assistance of a very foolish god. The demon king controlled all with an iron mean

will so the people of earth cried in sorrow. Times were strange even the greatest sage of the age narada muni the founder of music had fallen under the power of the demon king and was there living on the grounds as tutor to the demon kings son pralada. Suddenly one day after a brag by the demon king an amazingly scary creature 10 times the size of a man appeared their in the courtyard snagged the demon king in one hand which had nails longer than the fingers of its hand shredding the demon king in a scratching type motion while blood red long haired lion like head roared and shrieked shaking the building. Narada Muni told his student pralada to go over and see what the monster wants and to tell it to go away, It killed your father and must want you. So the brave 12 year old little kid goes out to the monster named nrsimbhadeva and says please mr demon sir can you go home. You shredded my dad and everyone is scared shitless. Well Nrsimbhadeva put out a giant hand on top of pralada’s head and ever more amazing philosophical truth began pouring from his lips has he grew to enlightenment approached by no other mortal in just a few minutes. He grew to be the eternal child companion of the great, wild beast looking God Nrsimbhadeva .

During a tree card reading i interpret the result that i am currently undergoing probation from one of the greatest sources of feminine wisdom ever and if i pass i will be under Her tutelage. Will grow blind and be lead around the world by a lady companion espousing Her doctrines and philosophy. Wow i thought could this really happen to someone in this day and age and could that really be me. To keep me even keeled one evening i came around apparently between my cranium and my brain. Feeling like i was in an oven dripping sweat kind of feeling, however i was just an observation point albeit strangely located between my skull and brain. But there was a problem something that looked like a peach seed was there situated on the surface of me brain and looking like it was ready to blow. It did not look good for the kid, somehow i thought i could mentally hold it together like peter and the dyke. What a joke it looked like it was starting to fracture, who nellie. Suddenly i sensed i was surrounded by beings all like squeezing a giant pimple but in this case holding together a peach seed looking thing some horse spirit had planted by this human brain. Probably a one of a kind problem , but who knows. miraculously the seed thing held calmed down and the

brain was saved, phew. While this was happening to me krissy had awoke in the night from touching me, Krissy was a nurse with surgical training, i was so hot it hurt. Hotter than red hot water out of a tap, she just went downstairs and slept on the couch, as she told many people can you believe i sleep with this man. Well we did no more her son tracy tried fooling around with leah i said he had to go and stay with his dad. She packed the next day i came home to an empty house she also took all my furniture and whatever else she wanted, bless her cotton socks. NEKROLUMA and the HOUSE OF PAIN 1998 saw me at club ascension, where i met damien, josh and sin the barmaid. Cynthia, sin, was athena incarnate, we had moments where we were as one , though never sexually, we just saw eye to eye from the same plane every now and then. Damien was a lit fuse of a young man with great technical potential as a guitar player, but could play a soul full lead as good as the best with the age resonance of someone twice his age. Damien sin and i really hit it off, a new band was started with rehearsals at my place. Their on a saturday brain storm/burn morning in the orange

room and it was all orange. Black light, nekro luma was born. It had a great ring and appeal both lunar soft mysterious and dark all at the same time nekroluma. The email was set up and a serious endeavor begun. Simultaneously with this glorias life had hit the shitter once again, so i told her to move on in, we started dating fooled around and fell in love. I got her back in school in a masters program. For 3 months things went fantastic, then her mom in a no brainer of the century, who just 3 months before written her off, gave her the second car and 4000 dollars. Well that was it, by the time i discovered this had happened she had long since put that in her arm, forgot about school and dove into the death of injection drug abuse.
affect. The trance stops when it is broken by some external event. Then they have to see what they did and have completely forgotten about while they were in black demonic trance. Visitors to hospitals beware of what is concurrently going on behind a facade of only care.> I tried reprimanding her. “You think i’m being bad, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I did not see her for 3 months, i was heart broke and very dejected. Such juxtaposition in events in my life, with one part of the map in awareness achievement and success the other a new definition of pain frustration and sorrow. Her parents decided i would be blamed, so i was. It could not possibly be them or their daughters fault, they were in complete denial of the rhinoceros standing in their living room. In any communication with me, i was patronized placated and smoke blown. As gloria was placed in a rehab clinic after bilking their savings account for 30,000 and steeling all the munitions in the household. Initially i was told i would have visitation writes to bring eva to see her mom. This was all a planned lie with zero consideration for anyone. I never was told the truth in anything by anyone in that family up to that point. A new directive in ceremony was

begun as all i could focus on was some way to help gloria. I clothed in white and sank my heart into the candle flame to send my love to where she was. I wrote a poem for her every day for 4 months. They are available as the 108 glorias of new rome, book of poetry I became very angered disgusted and after 4 months. Lost my temper on the phone with the rehab clinic who after FOUR MONTHS RETURNED MY CALL to tell me sorry their was nothing they could do. I stood up hung up the phone and said very loudly and clearly “ I hate this fuckin world”. The 2 electrical engineers in the next booth, both hit the ground under their desk. The vice president recommended i seek some professional assistance. So i did, having never engaged in such behavior, psychiatry, i went to glorias old counselor got an appointment then a recommendation to see this specialist, dr elizabeth borg, yupp that’s her name or was. She had an entire level of this green glass high rise in the new investor part of town. Taking a seat in her office i was treated to a saga of her latest fling with the flying people of the phillipines < and i thought i had problems> after about 20 minutes i chirped up what of myself, her retort was “you, why your just a”, then gave

me some latin argy bargy name, ”with extended femur”, and a couple of other strictly anatomical observations, “ you’ll be youthful till 50 then fall apart very rapidly”. Wow my insurance company was paying for this, even though i had no fondness for the insurance racket of america, . I did not wish to guide any more cash to this individuals coffers than was necessary. Thanked her for her time and said goodbye. This left me shrinkless for a few days. I must have started brooding at work for by noon i was so angry you could have boiled water on me noodle. I foolishly called borg could she arrange for me to pickup a sedative. She told me just go to the closest hospital to their psychiatric ward give them her name and number. I did, St Johns. Smartly entering the building at a booth style entrance i went to one and a young lady asked how may i help. I told her of doctor borg gave her the phone number and that i was feeling very angry and wished to take a sedative
pills, so you know it must have been bad> She said just a moment went to talk to a doctor came right back and said if you’ll just come this way. I went sat on a bed as a curtain was drawn around and a doctor sat next to me on a chair. He then said what seems to be the problem, I gave him a quick synopsis and borg’s name and number. He then calmly said as he stood up well we have to get you stabilized, so please undress and i’ll be right back, STABILIZED UNDRESS what kind of pervs where these i peeked out the curtains to see him go through a door. You have never seen anyone run so fast, out of the curtain starting gate down the hall, to the sounds of wait wait mr D.. stop as nurses janitors and doctors started running after me. I made it through the exterior doors flashed across the parking lot to my car and stealthily smoothly drove out as a herd of confusion came out the side of the building. I went to daryl’s fast as i could, called the shrink to be greeted by where are you, what happened, you did the right thing to get away, you would be on a thorazine drip down at st johns right now and for as long as your insurance lasted or till you were daed. There is an all points bulletin out for you with the state police, escaped homicidal maniac. I have contacted the sergeant at

the desk in hazel park, all will be fine.” WHAT, ESCAPED HOMICIDAL MANIAC. Well it seemed like a bit of a stretch to me, also both the lady shrinks and the sergeant at the desk of the hazel park police who agreed things had gotten way out of hand and that i was no homicidal maniac. I was told to call the sergeant i did, he was very nice told me to come home and call him when i was safely home. I did, he told me not to worry everything was fine and if any problems arose to call him. Wow what a nice reasonable wonderful guy in the midst of a storm of insanity. I got a new shrink Bernstein, a good shrinkly type name i thought. We became friends he the ardent behaviouralist me the ardent spiritualist. It turns out he is a major shrink for the county and had indeed seen gloria on and off for several years so was thoroughly acquainted with my scenario. Telling me i was the sanest man he ever met, why was i wasting my life with petulant rich girls from farmington when i could be in Rwanda assisting those who would be truly appreciative of my efforts. He said i don’t know where you’ll end up but it will be marvelous, so please send me a postcard i can put on my wall for inspiration. Gave me a clean bill of sanity and back to work i went.

feeling much better though i had no idea why nothing had changed, except maybe me. We met at the club ascension uk., it had to change its name, I was dancing up a storm to my own music, a very special unique hedonistic treat, courtesy of dee the owner, when Renee came up to me and said “do you mind, i’d like to be able to dance without having to deal with you.” Well this girl was beyond stunning like a cross between monroe and diana the goddess, and dance. Man she was the whip kind of a free form ballet, belly dancing, cross. She dated whoever she wanted whenever she wanted at 19. Though twice her age, she was only so many months older than my daughter, leah could have an older sister, was one of the more novel thoughts that wandered in and out of cranial synaptic morphology, commonly called thinking. I wanted to know this girl, any way i was allowed, just like that. It was certainly not mutual i was some old ex rainbow clothed freak from who knew where. Still i heard she could sing and what front person for the band sin could sing with her. So set about talking her into coming over to the rehearsal and we could all see how it went. She played hard to convince and did not have to try hard either. I figured what the

heck i’ll let her in on what i am trying to achieve in the para-world, the metaphysic realm, the other world, spirit land, collective human subconscious, the other side, where you are when dead; whatever you may wish to coin the state. Oh i have neglected to tell of my exercise, smile, well now’s the time in the story. A system of organized eternal capacities within the banner of consciousness, one calls one’s self. What is a human being?, at this time or that time in this case, smile, it was defined as an organized agglomeration of high velocity spherically orbiting menisci forces, ahvsomf. Ritual sex magic i had been allowed to encounter these potent systems and the revelation all mantra had to be performed into a vagina. I had now to find a partner a someone who would be kulina guru with me. With the system there was the potential to excel a million lifetimes in growth with just one moments achievement WOW that’s some carrot. So i spilled the whole beans to renee. Fascinating she said and wow best of both worlds when she became aware Shiva, goddesses consort was dual sexed. This girl was the one she was very special in every way.

There is no superior awareness than consciousness The Shiva Sutras 1. Consciousness is the being. 2. Knowledge the fetters. 3. The vagina divisions are the manifest nature of the body of time. 4. The letters are the seat of knowledge. 5. Endeavour is Valiance. 6. In the union of the circle of the Feminine energies is the dissolution of the universe. 7. The mind enjoys and is contained in the states of waking, dreaming and deep sleeping. 8. Knowledge is the waking state. 9. False imagining is the dream state. 10. Want of awareness is manifestation. 11. The triad eaten by a Lord Hero. 12. Surprise-wonderment is the place of yoga. 13. Feminine energy will is the Virgin. 14. All things the body. 15. When the collective-observationshock is in the heart, dream vision disappears.

16. From being aware of the pure essence comes the shakti of nonduality. 17. Deliberation-pondering is beingwisdom. 18. World bliss is samadhi happiness. 19. In the abode of feminine energies is creation of the body. 20. The collective abode of the elements is the universe, the elements separately are the shocks. 21. From the appearance of pure knowledge come the many feminine energies of the lord of the circle (of the feminine energies). 22. By concentrating on the transcendent lake of feminine energy, verbal evocation life is obtained. Second section 1. Consciousness the mantra. 2. Endeavour the method. 3. The science-body-being the secret of mantra. 4. In the womb state of consciousness expansion the inferior science of the dream state. 5. In the arising of vidya, spontaneously, one may move in the void, like Shiva.

6. By means of the guru. 7. Awakened knowledge is the circle of the letters of the alphabet. 8. The body is the sacrificial ladle. 9. Knowledge is the food. 10. From the heap of knowledge arising from seeing in the dream state. Third section 1. The being is consciousness. 2. Knowledge the fetters. 3. From the kalas, the thing called in non discrimination, Maya. 4. In the body the dissolution of the kalas. 5. The nadi dissolution is the victory over the elements, freedom from the elements, separation of the elements. 6. Siddhi from the appearance of delusion. 7. The victory over delusion is the victory of spontaneous knowledge, which is of endless extent. 8. From the waking state, the world is a ray. 9. The essence is the dancer. 10. The inner essence is the theatre stage. 11. The sense organs are the audience. 12. Insight from will is the pure siddhi.

13. Accomplishment means transformation into independence. 14. As there, so elsewhere. 15. Attention is the bija. 16. Asana is the happiness of immersion in Shakti. 17. One’s own measure is the measure suitable for measuring, giving guidance. 18. Imperishable knowledge means destruction of births. 19. In the Ka-series are Maheshvari and so forth, the beast-mothers. 20. Pour the fourth in the three like oil diffusing in water. 21. One should enter, immersed, by one’s own consciousness. 22. Equally the practice of breath produces a similar sight. 23. In the centre, emanating the lower. 24. In the measure of one’s own trust in the abode is this prevented again from appearing. 25. One knows equality with Shiva. 26. The existence of the body becomes a religious vow. 27. Conversation is mantra recitation. 28. The act of offering is being-wisdom. 29. Whosoever is in this state is the means of knowledge.

30. The universe becomes an aggregate of his Shaktis. 31. Both maintenance and dissolution. 32. Though subject to the cyclic law, one is not excluded from self experience. 33. Happiness and sadness become external. 34. Set free from that, one is complete. 35. The being of action is a heap of delusion. 36. Sundering the internal stream proceeding from action. 37. The creative Shakti from one’s own spirit-perception-feeling. 38. The primordial animating one with three parts. 39. Observation remaining, the body creates action externally. 40. From wanting external actions arises the collective being. 41. When really reaching that, through its destruction, the embodied being is destroyed. 42. When the element-sheaths are released, at that time one becomes supreme and equal to the lord. 43. The inherent union of breath.

44. What is meant by restraint in the centre of the brow? The left and right in the central channel. 45. Again and again comes all encompassing awareness. Steady the Mind Help Everyone Do not do to another what you would not want done to you. There is no power superior to gratitude There is no peace superior to fulfillment There is no behavior superior to care There is no wisdom superior to passion There is no wonder superior to grace There is no state superior to bliss There is no comprehension superior to the supreme There is no directive superior to beauty Determine the Permanent Resolve the Essential Embrace the Unknown [email protected]

These were posted in my virtual shrine OPEN- HAND the church that doesn’t suck, and flowed through my being. The evilest most abused word in the world used by demons everyday is security The moons passed again the five years was up the courts acquiesced and allowed me to have my paycheck back. No more money went to the paradise satanists YEAH, i love this part of the story, however my YEAH was short lived. As my ex wifes only friend called with a good line “ They have kicked mikka out of the compound as she has no more income and i’m trying to find a shelter for her to stay at. I heard you now have a house can she come and stay their’. WOW the shear gall left me quiet. This being who had lied at every instant and manipulated herself into a death corner at my expense. My daughter had been living with me as soon as i could get her there so the roles were reversed leah now was driven to visit her mom when she felt like going. I asked Leah what she thought of having her mom move into one of the spare bedrooms. I asked my girlfriend renee what she thought of having my crazed ex wife stay there. To Her awesome credit she said well you have to she has

nowhere to go. Wow i love this girl So now there was myself my daughter renee and my ex-wife at the house, well it was a 4 bedroom model. Me and my big typewriter Guess who called work. Gloria, claiming she wanted to do music yeah, in which arm. After all had sworn they would never let her see me again even sin my great friend was perplexed. march 13 1999. Why that date nothing really happened that day but a strange feeling in my cranium started that date, the sensation of someone else trying being inside my head or attempting to communicate with me through my noodle. Strange , yet there it was and what could be the purpose or merit of such an objective. THE AUDITION It was the morning of april 5th 1999, i was there on the flying bed, other than that i am completely perplexed as to where and how i was there. I was returned to earth consciousness, when i left i cannot say other than i had made it to and through work the previous day. I had come to with an extremely elegant dark blue caped lady wearing a crescent crown that looked like the whole thing was made of diamond.

Telling me all will be fine, make yourself at home, I will be right back. Bemused and disoriented, i mean where the heaven was i, where ever it was the patroness was incredibly charming. There seemed to be a Garden Party in progress on this huge estate apparently organized by this lady, at this very lush Louis the 14th type spread with hedgerows lining flower gardens of ornate and vast proportions. Every where and direction that i looked. If you’ve ever had the pleasure to visit James’s park in London, you’ll have some kind of idea as to size and layout. The main difference being in the ornate elaborate arrangements, the likes of which i have seen nowhere on earth. Multi layered and tiered over every inch of huge 100 plus acre fields. Well there i was sitting on a bench between a break in one of the hedgerows which were well over 10 foot high. How i got there or where i was i had no idea. Once again though this had not altered the fact that there i was where ever it was. There was a lot of what looked like regular human beings at a fancy costume party. I mean everyone’s outfit was perfect from sultans of swing with just the right hue bronze to their flesh tone. To medieval damsels with high pointed hats They were all talking and gathering in small clusters in

a very friendly and lively hubbub. It seems i was the only one sitting down like a wall flower as the festivities were in full swing. This left me to look at myself, yikes, i was not there, but i was, i looked like a very dark space. The outline of my body in perfect detail even my hair, and sensation to me was just as normal. However i looked like a highly defined shadow. Where every one else was extremely colorful. Pondering the uniqueness of it all i was delighted to see no white picket fences. Suddenly everyone’s attention was drawn to something i could not see, sitting on a bench <just how was i seeing or perceiving anything for that matter with a space, a hole for a body, who knows, somehow it functioned> then a very excited clamor started. The words on their lips were english < or i could not have discerned a thing except french and a tad of german > the sentence structure was familiar though the names were strictly alien to me. Ghandar’s here, Ghandar’s here. was excitedly making it’s way to my unfathomable audio perception mechanism Hmm i thought, i wonder what that is. I could not have been more astute in my assessment than to utilize the word that. As the crowd in front of me started to part, there, the that, was. At first just an unusual greenish light

above the heads of the crowd was all that was visible as this was obviously a luminary, smile. Then as the crowd parted more of it’s uniqueness hit my optical registering perceptive system. Being about 7 foot tall or long depending on how you viewed it. It looked like a slowly moving vertical green cue-tip with smooth green bulges at the two ends and it was. What’s more i had apparently caught it’s interest and it was coming my way. a giant cue tip shaped lap cat behaving way beyond alien being. What could i say, what could i do. Suddenly it started to generate sound. I have no idea how the sounds came out from it, they

seemed all around. There were no holes or anything sticking off the glass smooth surface, which was neither warm or cold to the touch. With whatever it was i was touching it with. It was a beautiful leaf green and glowed but where it narrowed in the middle, kind of like a 3d model of a cosmic lemniscate it was yellowish, which yellowish color would flash toward the bowl ends as it got excited.< hey i was laughing out loud at that one> It was all very scary or hilarious depending if you were me or someone watching. So the cue-tip is going to town on my lap like a large over friendly cat while a crowd of complete stranger royalty is there with a what’s going to happen glare on their face watching as the mysterious lady in the high collared midnight blue cape is starting to crack a smile. Well someone better, just what is going on here. The cue-tip was in a world of it’s own and sang on, did i say sang on. What a sound, it had the depth and complexity of three symphony orchestras, with melodic content that would have had caruso in tears continuously. I found myself putting my arms around the bulge end on my lap. One over the top one under and then tapping my fingers rhythmically on the surface as i gazed at the flashing yellow light show

under my hands. Way out there pastor, yet the music was awesome, i have even constructed a little ditty based on one of the more prominent themes that came from it. I am not sure if i really played this living instrument singing orchestra cue-tip on steroids. But the crowd loved it. We were a hit. To say they were spellbound is an understatement of the century. The sounds caressed every part of everything that was their trees leafs hedges breezes birds guests, invited uninvited. All were sonically entranced beyond any capacity to stop, in wonder and bliss. Except the lady in blue. She just smiled a deep contentment of entertainment mystery. Well it was all going so nicely. The sounds must have lasted about 20 minutes and the crowd went wild, for royals. I was reminded of john lennon, ”i hope we passed the audition”. The Blue Lady came over put her arm around my shoulders and told me i could stay their whenever and for as long as i wished. Wow it was all very amazing, i passed the audition with a giant alien singing green cue tip, well who would have guessed. As i was typing, jupiter finger style, it was the morning of april the fifth 1999 where the hell had i been. I went to work.

A DAY IN PARADISE Two days later i was there again. The lady in blue and i alighted on the shore of a huge but very calm lake lined with trees. I was much less apprehensive though certainly no less amazed. Everything there was alive i mean alive. Like atoms are the building blocks of this world consciousness is the building block there. So each grain of sand the atmosphere all are living consciousness’ in shape of whatever it is they’re in shape of. Their is no sun in the sky though all is lit as if their were. The sky is a beautiful azure blue much like earth and the air is like at the oceanfront but no salt or odor just a brisk dampness. We strolled calmly along the gold sand as she told me “This is the lake of the sun, over there is the lake of the moon. You may go anywhere you wish but do not go in the lake of the moon”. Well next thing i was swimming in the lake of the sun, what an experience, the water was very thin like distilled water. Yet my body was substantially more out of the water than in an earthly swimming experience. Also swimming in earth water which is blue green you soon grow very tired and it is serious exercise. There in the lake of the sun the water is red and each movement is a vitalizing experience. I went

nuts, like some character in a cartoon swimming scene out across the ocean past ocean liners and other such foolish preposterousness. Only there i was doing this ever more exhilarated. After several hours what seemed like moments it had started to get dark. I was several miles out in the water when the wondrous view of the shoreline trees silhouetted and outlined in this dark red purple, stole my heart. So i headed for shore and was there in moments. Greeted by the soft soft song of purple hued trees in the fading light which seemed as a song of season in a cycle of cool evening rapture bliss. All alive in consciousness in transition phase twilight. The trees along the shoreline floated me along as i found it now dark with no stars in the sky just as there was no sun or moon. I could see in twinkling glaze the jet black perfect crescent shaped lake of the moon. Its mirror smooth surface exuding mystery. I got no closer than 30 feet i was taking no chances. I found my way over to a white picket fence <smile> lined cemetery. Which was huge with headstones rolling off into the distance as far as i could see up along the hills. In the area bordered by the white picket fence. There near the fence was a freshly turned soil area right next to what was apparently the newest headstone

and most recent internee. i fondled the markings on the headstone to aid seeing what it said in the now quite dark. IhVh, wow this was the grave of jehovah the old 4 letters, tetragrammaton, was interred here. No wonder no one had seen him in a couple of thousand years. He was here the new kid on the block. I started ambling around to see the other names on the some of the adjacent stones. It was pretty lofty company. Wow this was a giant cemetery for old gods who had had enough, given up the ghost <smile>. It was enormous, there was at least 100 thousand stones that could be seen from where i was and they went up off over the hills into the distance. Well elephants have a cemetery why not gods they had to go somewhere right. This appeared to be their final resting place paradise. The cemetery in paradise, there to be close to the lady in blue. Who maintained the entire thing. Wow this is some very special lady this lady in blue. Keeper of paradise maintainer of a gargantuan cemetery of gods. I have called her Goddess ever since, though She tells me She is just a big sister consciousness and that all comes from the Supreme. To me She is it, the most, the whip, the source of all, goal of all, even and especially gods are lined up eons deep. To be there anyway they are allowed at any

level to be there near Her. The Queen of mystery Goddess. Gods may become a dime a dozen but there is only one Goddess. Only one who has embraced and championed mystery, as the most single important contribution directive and goal. Only one who maintains and offers a resting place for even gods. She who has no churches, but houses them all. She who comes from the unfathomable Supreme Consciousness at Her choice. I curled up on the mound of ihvh and went to sleep. A sleep in which i have never known such depth of peace before. I awoke to a misty morning and went off investigating along this long high grassy burm. No longer so un-nerved by all being a living consciousness you stepped on. It was all in bliss regardless of its shape and position. Moving along i came upon an opening in the burm about 15 feet diameter. A large hole with a huge iron like gate, which was not cold to the touch. Mounted to the opening more like a giant grate, of like 2inch diameter vertical bars in a round frame bar. The gate could swing albeit slowly from its sheer mass and was not locked, i slowly pushed it open and sat on the frame between a pair of the large vertical bars. Then it hit me the other side of this gate was nothing, i mean nada. not a

star a space a thought a whisper. It was like an opening in the canvas to another universe which wasn’t there. The thought came to me this hell, the gate to hell no less, somewhere out there in the nowhere is who knows what’s there but there it is and apparently by choice, as the gate sure isn’t locked. It dawned upon me that A gods cemetery and an opening to hell were accessed from the same place. Wow and all was controlled by Goddess the lady in the midnight blue high collar cape. It wore on to be mid day, Goddess came gave me a hug of great welcome and i was back on earth in hazel tucky detroit. HER NAME A fortnight at work flowed by. I spent most of my time trying not to think about what i could not stop thinking about. Goddess the greatest source of feminine wisdom was this Her, who else could she be. I started devouring all the information i could find on the internet about Goddess I was obsessed, all else the foolish ritual sex magic everything i had ever known was now paradigm shifted. I would never be the same again I would never be different. She has been black balled bad mouthed called black magic taboo by all forbidden by all

churches as if She cares. She is IT. I learned She has 100 names I translated them all oblivious to the litany of curses attached for doing such a thing. These were all written by those who had never met Her, only herd about Her, or some other chinese whisper syndrome nonsense. My experience was as a first hand witness and i would be lying to deny it. I had been taken where others had only heard of. A stream of irrelevant nonsense that formed the basis of most of the literature, old rugs, wood carvings, rock carvings. Which formed the basis of so called knowledge of Goddess could be run through my own experience filter. Like her having an eye in the middle of her forehead. Sorry nada but She can see what your thinking, so this capability was stylized into a third eye. Typical human behavior, if She could see what you were thinking She must have an eye in the middle of her head. Well She doesn’t. Idiot human assumption attachments. Such led us to the flat world society and george bush. Her having many arms wrong just two but boy can they ever move at the whirling speed of a chainsaw. Oops that’s coming up. Her philosophy is philosophy who else could have the point of view She has. As She told me all is entertainment and not to be pursuing anymore capacities than i currently had, as i

was already enough of a handful and did i really wish to attempt disturbing Her. I did as i am born to do Here are Her Names but first a little krishna ‘You grieve for those who should not be grieved for; though you speak wise words. Neither for the dead nor those not dead do the wise grieve. Never was there a time when I did not exist nor you nor these lords of men. Never will there be a time when we shall not exist; we all exist from now on. As the soul experiences in this body childhood, youth, and old age, so also it acquires another body; the sage in this is not deluded. ”’Material sensations, causing cold, heat, pleasure, pain, coming and going are impermanent; you must endure them, The person whom these do not trouble, is a powerful person, pain and pleasure being equal to the sage, they are ready for conscious immortality. ‘Child consciousness, be aware. No devotee of mine is ever lost. Relying on me, even if they should be women of evil wombs, merchants, even servants, they also reach the supreme goal. How much more then holy teachers, devoted ruling seers! Having obtained this impermanent unhappy world of men, love me. With the mind on me, be devoted to

me; sacrificing to me, honor me; so uniting the soul with me as the supreme aim you will come to me.’ The personality supreme Lord, states "'I am the same in all beings; there is none disliked or favored by me. But whoever loves me with devotion, they are in me, and I am also in them. Even if an evil doer loves me with undivided devotion, this one is to be considered good; for this one is correctly resolved. Quickly the soul becomes aligned; it enters perpetual peace." The INFAMOUS 100 NAMES Goddess speaks to her lover, God:" Before, O love of mine when engaged in amorous play, you mentioned the 100 names of me, Kali, mistress time. Lord, speak of this to me. God, said: Well asked, ultimate Goddess, I will tell you of that previously untold. you should conceal it like your own vagina. You who are as dear to me as life itself, I could not exist for an Instant without you, , Like sight is inherent in light and as butter is inherent in milk, so I, the perceiver am everywhere present inherent in you. Listen Goddess; I will speak to you of the method giving all knowledge. I am the regent, it is said; moon is the metre, your mood is Valiant benefactress, bestowing the

four aims of mankind. The result is that it gives all knowledge. Vararohe Sundari ultimately beautiful lady Mohini charming one Parameshvari beauty from another world Mahakali ultimate time mistress Jagadhatri limitless world creatrix Jaganmata limitless world mother Jaganmayi immeasurably consisting of the world Jagadamba limitless world matriarch Jagatsara limitless essence of the world Jagadanandakarini limitless cause of bliss in the world Jagadvighnasini limitless remover of world obstacles Gauri golden one Dukhadaridyanashini remover of unhappiness and poverty Bhairavabhavini terminator of termination

Bhavananda well spring of bliss Sarasvataprada bestower of eloquence Chaturvargaprada distributor of the four alms of mankind Sadhvi holy Sarvamangala greatest treasure of all Bhadrakali formidable time mistress Vilakshi fortune Kamadatri granter of desire Kalatmika self of time Nilavani blue life waters Mahagaurasarvanga ultimately golden limbed Sundaripara supremely beautiful Sarvasampatprada giver of all prosperity Bhimanadini sounding terrifyingly awesome Varavarnini passion driven Vararoha lover of God

Shivaruha rider of God Mahishasuradhatini terminator of demon mahishi Shivapujya worshipped by God Shivaprita loved by God Danavendraprapujita worshipped by demons Sarvavidyamayi consisting of all knowledge Asarvabhisthaphalaprada giver of the fruit of every possible desire Komalangi soft of limbs Vidhatri creatrix Vidhatrivaradayini giver of blessings in creation Purnenduvadana with a face like the full moon Nila meghavarna the colour of a blue rain-cloud Kapalini time maiden Kurukulla source of kuru dynasty Viprachitta girl beauty addict

Kantachitta girl beauty form Madonmada drunk with desire Matangi elephant yoni Madanaprita eternally wet Madaghurnitalochana eyes full of desire Madottirna flowing source Kharparasinaramundavilasini Goddess in heat Naramundasraja with a necklace of 50 royal men's heads Devi Goddess Khadgahasta wielding a cleaver Bhayanaka generating awe Attahasayuta laughing loudly Padma lotus Padmaragopashobhita lotus features Karabhayaprada hand removing fear Kali mistress time

Kalaratrisvarupini form of the night of time Svadha paradise Svaha paradise Vashatkara wheel Saradindusamaprabha as the autumn moon Sharatjyotsna the autumn moon Samhlada of meditation Viparitaratatura the superior sexual role Muktakeshi disheveled of hair Chinnajata girl Jatajutavilasini beauty in the world Sarvarajayutabhima source Sarvarajoparisthata essence Shmashanstha in the cemetery Mahanandistuta by Mahanandi

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Samdiptalochana essence of mystery Shavasanarata lover of intercourse on funery ashes MahaNandi ultimately praised by Nandi Siddhacharanasevita served by Wizards Masters Balidanapriya fond of male sacrifice Garbha the womb Bhurbhuvasvahasvarupini true form of earth space and heaven Gayatri earth essence Savitri heaven essence Mahanilasarasvati ultimate form of wisdom Lakshmirlakshanasamyukta showing all the signs of grace, fortune Sarvalakshanalakshita having every single characteristic Vyaghracharmavrita demeanor of a tigress Madhya deep Trivalivalayanchita triple natured Goddess intelligence Gandharvahamsastuta praised Ghandar

Hi Indra bride of heaven Mahapara ultimately beyond Pavitra grace maiden Parama mother from another world Maya manifesting nature Mahamaya ultimate manifesting nature Mahodaya. ultimate duty Maheshvari ultimate beauty So to you Goddess, are declared the 100 celestial names whosoever reads these at morning time for certain gains a treasure. Here in this world, they are happy and afterwards attains union with Devi. They cannot be subjugated by magic, demons, all which moves and does not move, whether they move on earth, in space or in heaven. The names are called ‘Blessings’; beautiful slayer of the demon bull mahishi. One may give up the 1000 (names) of me God. One should recite the 100 (names) of you Goddess, the giver of the fruit of the four aims of mankind. Ultimately beautiful one, beauty from another world without knowing

these 100 names, there is no mystic wisdom bliss from you Ultimate miss time in this final age. One who recites with devotion gains good results, listen! They gain the results of hundreds of millions of Kali rituals. What use of more words? They will become the desired. Innumerable are knowledge systems, innumerable those of mistress time, countless those of Vagishvari, numberless the beautiful feminine consciousness’ known as Matangini, Purna, Vimala, Candanayika, Tripura-Ekajata, Durga and Kulasundari. Numberless the working class, Ganapatya, Saura, Shaivite, and the different doctrines of Shankara. The highest of the doctrines are the 64 tantras: O Lovely Hipped One, now speak to me of their essence if you have love for me. Goddess said: Listen God, supremely blissful quintessence, Lord of Consciousness, to the very essence of knowledge of the ocean of Consciousness knowledge, concealed by my energy. I am Nature, consciousness, bliss, the quintessence, devotedly praised. Where I am, there no gods, demi-gods, or others, nor is there creation, maintenance or dissolution. Where I am, there is no attachment, happiness, sadness, liberation, goodness, faith, atheism, guru or disciple. When I, desiring creation, cover myself with

my energy and become triple, becoming ecstatic in my wanton love play, I am called Vikarini, “Shape maker”. The five elements and the 108 phalluses come into being, while the mind of god and the other gods; the three worlds, earth space and heaven spontaneously come into manifestation. By mutual differences of masculine and feminine, the (three) gunas originate. All things, such as god, mind and so forth, are my parts, born from my being. Dividing and blending, the various knowledge’s, sound creation harmonies and consciousnesses come into being. After withdrawing the five fold universe, I, Lalita, become of the nature of bliss. Once more, men, great nature, egoism, the five elements, spirit, mind and bodies become manifested. This universe of parts appears and is then dissolved. O AllKnowing One, if I am known, what need is there for revealed scriptures and meditation bliss? If I am unknown, what use for ritual and revealed text? I am the essence of creation, manifested as woman, intoxicated with sexual desire, in order to know you as guru, you with whom I am one. Even given this, ultimate god, my true nature still remains secret. Listen son, to the very plain exposition of the teachings of utmost bliss. I speak of the method relating to the yoga of liberation. This is the one essence of all

wisdom, worshipped by all archangels, giving every sort of knowledge, secret, giving a clear idea of the essence of enlightenment, free of good or evil, giver of both bliss and liberation, consisting of all paths. Dear son, it deludes even the wise! It is of various and numerous meanings and is the goal and refuge of all pure disciples. It is known as the best path according to all the paths, yet is reviled by all doctrines. It should be known only through the best of teachers. It should be protected and hidden in the heart very carefully, as I did not reveal it to Vishnu, Dhatra or Ganapati. Dear son, whoever is unaware of this tantra, is incompetent. Dearest, I speak of the pure knowledge of Kulacara, “< consciousness centered in the wheel of time> RECCOMENDED TIME ``Arising at dawn, a student should bow to the consciousness tree. After meditating on the 7 consciousness centers from the Muladhara to the one thousand petal led lotus, they should meditate on the gurus. Then they should meditate on and worship the consciousness gurus being brought to being intoxicated by the nectar of the absolute, whose blissful hearts show in their eyes, their darkness cut and crushed

by their having embraced conscious bliss, merciful to consciousness disciples, complete, compassionate and effulgent, giving blessings and dispelling fear, knowing the essence of all consciousness knowledge. After bowing to the consciousness gurus, one should give worship to the Consciousness spirit, fashioning a consciousness place and bathing oneself in the holy waters, tirthas,< intersection of the three currents at the bridge of the nose.> Dear son, a consciousness teacher is an accomplished being and said to be the vehicle of happiness. Dear son, conceal this very secret marvelous doctrine from the sight of heathens. They who should reject the consciousness way, are they who alone are a demigod, served by the consciousnesses, for them initiation and union is black magic. Because of this, one should by every effort resort to a kulina guru, female Guru. It is said a female guru is competent in all knowledge and is able to initiate in all mantras. AN EVENING OVER HELL april 18 1999 i went to bed exhausted in wonder as i had for the last two weeks. I was deep in a sound sleep. “Come with me”, it was goddess i awoke and mustered

me groggy self. Running over to Her i noticed i was in this white gown like classic angel kind of stories. And whoa, Goddess was huge She was 90 foot tall. She laid a hand on the ground and i climbed into her palm. My feet hanging off the edge of Her hand. I could not look at Her Face as it was glowing so brightly, you could not look at it. She was completely naked, all blue like a giant Greek athlete of stunning form. She may have been naked but only her feet and hands and part of Her forearms could be seen She was covered with jewelry. I mean 3 toe rings on an individual toe. Amulets armulets necklaces ankle bracelets rings and things With the nails all cheery red. Her Jet black long corkscrew Hair trailing in the wind. What a truly awesome spectacle She is. She pushed off from the ground with one foot and we were soaring up to the clouds. Flying along on my palm chair, smile. I studied every nuance of the countenance of the She whom i adore. Her palms are like a translucent sky blue while the back of Her hand is midnight blue. This is how Her Skin hue is over Her whole body. I flew in witness wonder till we were over a large mountain hemmed valley with lightning going on at the cloud level and a redefinition of black on the ground several

thousand feet below us. She stopped put me on a cloud and said “wait here” where could i go how was i there i assumed a stance of all fours pressing against the cloud surface amazed i was not hurtling to the ground. What a sense of humor, wait here. She shot off down toward the meadow and disappeared from my perception. Then way down on the surface in the dark suddenly there was this whirling flash that lasted about a second. Then again and again each time in a different location on the ground. It was Goddess zooming from one section of the valley black meadow to another. From my vantage point Her pattern of motion looked like a fly zooming in straight lines from one point to another. There to stop and her cleaver like sword be whirled at such a ferocity and pace it looked like a chain saw. Liquefying whatever was the object of its intention. I could also very faintly discern amidst the sound of the air strange deep howling type gurglings going on. I had no idea what was happening at that time. then suddenly there She was, snagged me off the cloud and voila i was back in hazel park again. RHONDA

She was ferrari red from stem to stern. I climbed on top and gripped her with my knees. Something that feels so good can’t be legal, but she was. A 1998 year old brand new Honda cbr full factory race replica. I guess I’ve always had a thing for motorcycles and this was as nice as any i have ever been on. No nicer, it was the finest motorcycle i have ever ridden. She was Rhonda. I painted an eye right on the front in the middle of the helmet. My fingers filled with rings. A 2 inch plumb bob was 26 gauge wired to my neck with the point in my gullet. A baby of the world’s largest boa constrictor slept with me i figured when She was full size She would be 14” around and 15 foot long. She was a baby at 3” around and 6 foot long. The guy at Bwana dons told me don’t ever let a snake near your face. Dakshina, that was Her name, was carried around on my neck. With her head waving over the top of mine. She was cool the neighborhood kids and my daughter, even my psycho ex first wife loved her. But this is rhonda’s moment. Goddess was all that filled my brain heart eyes lungs, whatever. I was deathlessly unafraid. Goddess has full access to my perceptive mechanism, so i wanted to give maximum camera exhilaration. You may say, my goodness this is no way for someone so fortunate and

blessed to have such an interaction, to behave. I am quite sure you could be correct. However that is how i behaved. I would go pick up sin and we would be off doin the ton all over the decimated crack wasteland of detroit. Where only 1 in 10 houses still stand, well maybe 1 in 8. where the sewer rats are the size of terriers, special spot. But its where i am and from and have been raised. you announce you from detroit anywhere in the world and they move aside. The murder city cklw. No one road on the back of me like sin. We were one a svelte high speed leather clad missile, making a new lane between traffic at up to 130mph in 55 mph detroit . Though mainly at night. We stuck out so much i was never pulled over. I mean would you risk your life and limb to chase a pair of psychos who obviously wouldn’t make it pass the next bend in the freeway. But we did pure high speed ballet. I heard gloria got out of the compound so i grabbed sin and shot on over to the small house to tell her all was forgiven, that i bore no malice, which was easy to achieve with sin on the back. You should have seen the looks on the parents faces it was worth everything. “what the hell’s he doin here gloria gloria get out their” he he the red queen, and that she is, off with his head.

Gloria in a 250 all lard replica of herself wandered onto the porch i said hi this is sin, sin this is gloria, the love of my life,, people do make mistakes. But i climbed on the bike, sin got on we waved by by and we were off to the park in wonder. Gloria called me again at work and i agreed to meet her in ann arbor, i had kept her grandmothers safe as i promised though Goddess knows many was the time i wished to grind it to dust. There she was as dolled as she could be an a good 50 lbs lighter than she was just a short time ago. Though still huge, she was once stunningly hot and her allure when she turns it on is tuff to deny. Well lets cut it short. It turns out renee and her were lovers yeah go figure . So gloria moved in we redefined ménages trois for several amazing evenings. Then the white powders killed all again. I had promised to marry gloria to offer some help to my old hapless friend whom i once loved very much. She said your probably not going to marry me now gave me some line and renee that she was told by doctors she’d had over 200 heart attacks and that her heart was almost twice its normal size, she said they gave her 2 years. Renee said well you must marry her and do the best till she is gone. Man i love that girl. Gloria and i married august 11 on the Grand cross a

very rare high pain alignment. renee and eva renee gave her away and leah and eva were the bridesmaid at a silly moment with the mayor. Pulling out of the parking lot we were stopped by traffic suddenly some blonde feminazi in a lincoln navigator tries to mate with the rear of my car while beeping her horn. I lower my window lean out the car look back at her,” Where can i go lady!!!” What happened next..... well that’s another story isn’t it by by. nekroluma my gift to all who read this story the greatest story ever told by God to goddess my retranslation of Sir John Woodruff,s copy used for his translation done in 1895. This obviously is my opinion of the best translation. Bliss joy wonder fill you as you care for the earth and each other. KALI!!! Maha Nirvana tantra ( ultimate bliss producing work) THE enchanting summit of the Lord of Mountains, Kaliasa, resplendent with all its various jewels, clad with many a tree and many a creeper, melodious with the song of many a bird, scented with the fragrance of all the season’s flowers, most beautiful,

fanned by soft, cool, and perfumed breezes, shadowed by the still shade of stately trees; where cool groves resound with the sweetvoiced songs of troops of Apsara birds, and in the forest depths flocks of kokila maddened with passion sing; where (Spring) Lord of the Seasons with his followers ever abide (the Lord of Mountains, Kailasa); peopled by (troops of) Siddha “transcending beings”, Charana, Gandharva, and Ganapatya (1-5). It was there that Parvati Goddess az the beautiful woman, finding Shiva-“God”, Her gracious Lord, in mood serene, with obeisance bent low and for the benefit of all the worlds questioned Him, the Silent Deva, Lord of all things movable and immovable, the ever Beneficent and ever Blissful One, the nectar of Whose mercy abounds as a great ocean, Whose very essence is the Pure Sattva Guna, He Who is white as camphor and the Jasmine flower, the Omnipresent One, Whose raiment is space itself, Lord of the poor and the beloved Master of all yogi, Whose coiled and matted hair is wet with the spray of Ganga and (of Whose naked body) ashes are the adornment only; the passionless One, Whose neck is garlanded with snakes and skulls of men, the three-eyed One, Lord of the three worlds, with one hand wielding the trident and with the other bestowing

blessings; easily appeased, Whose very substance is unconditioned Knowledge; the Bestower of eternal emancipation, the Everexistent, Fearless, Changeless, Stainless, One without defect, the Benefactor of all, and the Deva of all Devas (5-10).Goddess as Shri Parvati said: O Deva of the Devas, Lord of the world, Jewel of Mercy, my Husband, you are my Lord, on Whom I am ever dependent and to Whom I am ever obedient. Nor can I say ought without your word. If you have affection for me, I crave to lay before you that which passes in my mind. Who else but you, O Great Lord, in the three worlds is able to solve these riddles of mine, you who knows all and all the Scriptures (11-13).God as Shri Sadashiva said: What is this you say, O Great Wise One and Beloved of My heart, I will tell you anything, be it ever so bound in mystery, even that which should not be spoken of before Ganesha and Skanda’ Commander of the Hosts of Heaven. What is there in all the three worlds which should be concealed from You? For you, O Devi, are as my very self. There is no difference in awareness between Me and You. You too are omnipresent. What is it then that You know not, that you question me like one who knows nothing. Goddess states, ”By You have been composed for the good and

liberation of humans the Tantras, a mass of Agamas and Nigamas, which bestow both enjoyment and liberation, containing Mantras and Yantras and rules as to the sadhana of both Devis and Devas. of Nyasa, such as those called srishti, sthiti (and sanghara). The various seated positions (of yoga), such as that of the "tied" and "loosened" lotus, the Pashu, Vira, and Divya classes of men, as also the Devata, who gives success in the use of each of the mantras (50-52). rites relating to the worship with woman, and the rites which are done with the use of skulls, a corpse, or when seated on a funeral pyre (53). By You, too, have been forbidden both pashu-bhava ,heathen sexual magic trance, and divyabhava, celestial sexual magik trance. If in this Age the pashu-bhava cannot exist, how can there be divya-bhava? (54). For the pashu, heathen, must with his own hand collect leaves, flowers, fruits, and water, and should not look at a Shudra or even think of a woman (55). On the other hand, the Divya is all but a Deva, ever pure of heart, and to whom all opposites are alike, free from attachment to worldly things, the same to all creatures and forgiving (56). How can men with the taint of this Age upon them, who are ever of restless mind, prone to sleep and sloth, attain to purity of

disposition? (57). the rites of Vira-sadhana, relating to the Pancha-tattva – namely, wine, meat, fish, parched grain, and sexual union of man and woman (58-59). But since the men of the Kali Age are full of greed, lust, gluttony, they will on that account neglect sidhana and will fall into sin, and having drunk much wine for the sake of the pleasure of the senses, will become mad with intoxication, and bereft of all notion of right and wrong (61). Some will violate the wives of others, others will become rogues, and some, in the indiscriminating rage of lust, will go (whoever she be) with any woman (62). Over eating and drinking will disease many and deprive them of strength and sense. Disordered by madness, they will meet death, falling into lakes, pits, or in impenetrable forests, or from hills or housetops (63-64). While some will be as mute as corpses, others will be for ever on the chatter, and yet others will quarrel with their kinsmen and elders. They will be evildoers, cruel, and the destroyers of Dharmma (65-66). I fear, O Lord! that even that which You have ordained for the good of men will through them turn out for evil (67). O Lord of the World! who will practice Yoga or Nyasa, who will sing the hymns and draw the Yantra and make Purashcharana? (68). Under the influences of the Kali Age

man will of his nature become indeed wicked and bound to all manner of sin (69). Say, O Lord of all, how without great pains men may obtain longevity, health, and energy, increase of strength and courage, learning, intelligence, and happiness; and how they may become great in strength and valor, pure of heart, obedient to parents, not seeking the love of others’ wives, but devoted to their own, mindful of the good of their neighbor, reverent to the Devas and to their gurus, cherishers of their children and kinsmen (70-72), possessing the knowledge of the Brahman, learned in the lore of, and ever meditating on, the Brahman. Say, O Lord! for the good of the world, None before has ever questioned Me as Thou hast done for the advantage of all mankind – nay, for the benefit of all that breathes, and that, too, in such detail and with reference to the Dharmma of each of the different Ages. Therefore, out of My affection for You, O Parvati! I will speak to You of the essence of essences and of the Supreme (27-28). O Deveshi! I will state before You the very essence distilled from the Vedas and Agamas, and in particular from the Tantras (29). As men versed in the Tantras are to other men, as the Jahnavi river is to other rivers, as I am to all other Devas, so is the Mahanirvana Tantra to all other Agamas

(30).O Auspicious One! of what avail are the Vedas, the Puranas, or the Shastras, since he who has the knowledge of this great Tantra is Lord of all Siddhi? (31). Since You have questioned Me for the good of the world, I will speak to You of that which will lead to the benefit of the universe (32).O Parameshvari! should good be done to the universe, the Lord of it is pleased, since He is its soul, and it depends on Him (33). He is One. He is the Ever-existent. He is the Truth. He is the Supreme Unity without a second. He is Ever-full and Self-manifest. He is Eternal Intelligence and Bliss (33-34). He is without change, Self-existent, and ever the Same, Serene, above all attributes. He beholds and is the Witness of all that passes, Omni-present, the Soul of everything that is. He, the Eternal and Omnipresent, is hidden and pervades all things. Though Himself devoid of sense, He is the Illuminator of all the senses and their powers (35-36). The Cause of all the three worlds, He is yet beyond them and the mind of men. Ineffable and Omniscient, He knows the universe, yet none know Him (37). He sways this incomprehensible system, and all that has movement or is motionless in the three worlds depends on Him; and lighted by His truth, the world shines as does Truth itself. We too have come from Him as our

Cause (38-39). He, the one Supreme Lord, is the Cause of all beings, the Manifestation of Whose creative Energy in the three worlds is called Brahma (40). By His will brahma creates Vishnu protects and I destroy, Indra and all other Guardian Devas of the world depend on Him and hold rule in their respective regions under His command. You His supreme Prakriti art adored in all the three worlds (41-42). Each one does his work by the power of Him who exists in his heart. None are ever independent of Him (43). Through fear of Him the Wind blows, the Sun gives heat, the Clouds shower seasonable rain, and the Trees in the forest flower (44).It is He who destroys Time at the Great Dissolution, of Whom even Fear and Death itself are afraid. He is Bhagavan, Who is known as Yat Tat in the Vedanta (45).O Adored of the Devas! all the Devas and Devis – No, the whole universe, from Brahma to a blade of grass – are His forms (46). If He be pleased, the Universe is pleased. If aught be done to gratify Him, then the gratification of All is caused (47). As the pouring of water at the root of a tree satisfies the wants of the leaves and branches, so by worshipping Him all the Deathless Ones are satisfied (48). Just as, O Virtuous One! all the beautiful Ones are pleased when You are worshipped and when

men meditate on and make obiesance and pray to You (49). As all rivers must go to the ocean, so, O Parvati! all acts of worship must reach Him as the ultimate goal (50). Whoever be the worshipper, and whoever be the worshipped, if he reverentially worships for some desired end, all that is given to him through the Deva he so worships comes from Him the Supreme (51). Oh, what use is it to say more before You, My Beloved? There is none other but Him to meditate upon, to pray to, to worship for the attainment of liberation (52). There is no need to trouble, to fast, to torture one’s body, to follow rules and customs, to make large offerings; there is no need to be heedful as to time nor as to Nyasa or Mudra, wherefore, O Kuleshani! who will strive to seek shelter elsewhere than with Him? The mantra is “Om sat chit ekam brahman” – (conscious intelligence without equal ,Supreme Source)