Dedicated to Obliged to See whose writings weave
through from the void—shared silence to the page, at times a stark reminder of a dystopian future and also ones
that paint the beauty of this realm.
through from the void—shared silence to the page, at times a stark reminder of a dystopian future and also ones
that paint the beauty of this realm.
“But we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding it’s fear of influence, on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day. It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific, and political operations. It’s preparations are concealed, not published. It’s mistakes are buried, not headlined. It’s dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned. No rumor is printed. No secret is revealed. It conducts the Cold War in short with a wartime discipline, no democracy would ever hope or wish to match.” — John Fitzgerald Kennedy
The other night while speaking with some friends over dinner I found myself making a confession. Having steadfastly researched the fallacy of germ theory and the lack of any evidence for the existence of viruses has convinced me that we know next to nothing about the true biology of the human body, for that matter, the biology of all species. My confession was the realization of just how difficult it is to fully accept and take the necessary leap to release all that tentacles that tie the self to the prevailing lie—for in doing so we will be stripping away all that is foundational to the agreed upon version of reality.
While one can adapt a philosophy and continue along investigative lines that lead to life is nothing like we’ve been taught, if honest we are still caught in the web for our very existence as personal identity depends on it. Our minds have been infiltrated by social norms, convenience, dependency on acceptance from others, monetary necessity—a long list that only the individual can shine inner light upon to see and thereby begin a process of release. Without awareness and a unabated desire for truth the infiltration takes its toll and the road to real freedom remains illusive.
The task of keeping to the narrow path of freedom became more perilous with the mind traps that were laid at the dawn of the digital age. Powered by algorithms generated by artificial intelligence, which at this point has compiled enough data that IT reads the human better than most humans can ever hope to comprehend of themselves. Blithely unaware and skimming the surface of reality where the new normal flows out of the old normal and the blinded follow its flow never stopping to question where they are going.
This however is only one aspect of seeing, for traps are laid in advance for those who find new-age gurus promising to show the way. New hive minds of beliefs are formed which if questioned provoke angered responses. A question becomes the enemy which threatens to dismantle what is clung to as hope. None of these folks are inherently bad or even wrong for within the structure they have formed are truths waiting to be seen in depth. A continuous challenge that presents to the seer is becoming and maintaining the neutral observer; outside of judgement or the emotional impulse to counter. At first this is a very fragile state for it calls on one to exist in the flesh while emanating a truth held within the heart. Societal norms still pull on one standing in truth, doubt can cloud the mind along with the human need to seek affirmation remains present. Confessions I must make as I write these words.
Ahh— a deep inhale and exhale as stillness holds the space just long enough to become one while accepting duality with the same breath.
The driver of infiltration is fear, even for the love and lighters who a friend has aptly called bearers of toxic positivity. At least we find some mirth in the madness for it alleviates what the Infiltrators want most from those of us who dare for freedom—despair. The enemy without is formidable, we see the trajectory it is building toward a dystopian social structure as it seeks to control all that inhabit this realm turning the world dark, foreboding, and ugly. Knowing that the evil hand can never triumph doesn’t alleviate the interconnectedness of everything, one is compelled to acknowledge this interface and seek answers from a higher vibrational mind. The infiltrators are also imitators and it is we human beings that bring its goals to life. Few will stop long enough to consider just how many habits and beliefs are, perhaps inadvertently, helping create a world no one would consciously choose.
Realizations come in waves some receding for years while new ones come ashore. They also repeat and over time their meaning becomes crystallized into a simple concept much as a symbol contains knowledge to be unpacked. Last night I recalled the image of Rex Mundi and the words “eater of human souls” followed. It occurred to me that I had written on this subject in the past. Linked is a muse from a decade ago.
In recent days the waves coming ashore are teaching me more on the importance of silence, a developing ability to find a place of absolute stillness. This has always been the case for those who pursue freedom, for those who recognize that living a spiritual life is the chosen path. The mind can be a wicked master and wreck havoc on one who seeks peace, so quieting its demands and chatter has always been vital. That said, we are now in the most dangerous of times for the dark would-be-controllers have developed technology that can literally read and interpret our brain signals. I’ve played with infusing the field with my consciousness at a vibratory level so as to not be perturbed by this infiltration, true that the field will bend and morph with pure consciousness and yet I must further explore what I perceive is now occurring.
What is being rapidly built is a robotic system; machine like, cold steel programmed by the heartless ones whose sole purpose is control. They are the “technocratic eaters of souls”. The biometric grid, the surveillance state using cameras, heat sensors and drones to seek out those who won’t comply is developed and rapidly being deployed. Gaza is the experiment in full force while the world leaders stand down wringing their sweaty cold hands while making statements of compassion without doing anything to change the set course. There are moments when her tears rise to the surface yet there is no real release from the starkness of this viewed reality.
She feels her body flicker in and out of reality, at such a rate that it isn’t noticeable until one sits in silence long enough to detect it. This awareness has been developing for some time now. Quietude—waiting—realizations follow.
Flicker rates are tools of mind control, are they now customized to groups of individuals and even to an individual? My experiences and observations would answer with a yes. Observing time on the screen, videos and advertising are spoon fed in accordance not only with algorithms that compile one’s on-line history it’s also been noted by many that “some tech” is reading one’s mind. Suggestions are made from seemingly out of the blue.
For over a decade I’ve played around with a few friends about the possibility of becoming invisible, we played but also recognized that this was indeed possible. Today being able to become invisible to the tech seems to be an imperative. It’s a spiritual war, multiple dimensional realities are detected, we humans are not alone for their are forces from the beyond and within that work with us.
Gods of old are reactivating ancient memories as thunder and lightening rolled across last night’s sky, rain falling in sheets lit by an eerie glow in the night sky. We sat, listened and allowed what messages would come through. We, all of us, wearing the cloak of a physical body are so much more—the past colliding with the future as yet unseen pull the spirit within to a single pointed consciousness that contains the all that ever was or will be. Learning to be in stillness with this stops the flickering and one becomes the flow, moving stealthy without malice the prey becomes the predator, the freer of souls.
Such words I write—reminders to all who will read them that we are on the edge of completing what we incarnated to complete. Listen long and deep to the One Mind, the Ineffable One, the divine spark within all ways present, all ways guiding, all ways inspiring. With eyes that see magic and beauty in everything even the adversary becomes the One for without it our lives could easily remain tied to the mundane, the fleeting pleasures, and complacency.
To complete these thoughts on a page, I am finding that the screen view with it’s overused AI generated images and videos, with the relentless gaslighting is ugly and fake, repulsive to the degree that my spirit turns away. Words, words, words are spewed from so many mouths and underneath she senses the fight for the monetary piece of the pie. So she turns away, turns off and goes outside to watch the sky as morning clouds drift by.
Love, unbound, fierce and free — Christine
