THE AMAZING DRUMBALLIA - rythms that are changing planets DRUMBALLIA Rythms that soften the world. Clear light surrounds the sounds that surround clear lights in more than a universe, heard are cadenzas of super sure-rythms, pure tones, whose epiphanies unlock the please in the most fundamental fabrics of Creation. A flag flaps forlornly and motionless in deep space just beyond the atmospheres of earth. It is the derlect hubble unused everything on it cooled to the ulta cold temperatures of surreal space. A memory flag has been placed on it in hello to anyone who happens by. The flag reads... FROM EARTH VIA THE WORLD - SIGNED BY THE PEOPLE Positive wins another round in the countdown. The above flag, meant by makers to show existence of themselves and presumed higher intelligence, the flag is actually one of the best examples going anywhere of the nature of Spirit, Mind, and Body. What the people feel What the people think What the people do Substance feel spirit desire Intelligence think mind will Energy do body action Talking pictures made of music bang bang there's resonance bang bang no resonance all from the one string guitar r r r pssst anyone remember the deuteronomy - the name silly, not the content hold on a moment I am just going to wrap the rat around the power pole. hmmm. the rat didn't squeel. what happened is the power pole was too far down in the hole for anyone to notice, anyone who could have helped the rat. I would never squeel the rat. The chance line of poetry is all the noise you will hear from me, regarding using overpluses from the negative to make another negative. .... until all of a sudden polymorph viruses hit the main street running up grand avenue full tilt carrying conciderable punches in the thumps it kept throwing in all directions in an electronic dementia designed by treason...... INTRODUCING MASSIVE INTERFACES OF THE EVIL EMPIRE What is it like in year 2002 expecially for poorer people who operate without guile or cheat, how easy it is for the evil empire to cheat them. Friend inside to see dentist tooth on fire needs help fast moments later friend is back in car puzzled. the specialist had just referred same to another specialist, and charged $85 dollars for the visit. I was in the chair less then 5 minutes, my friend mulled, the first dentist I went to took one look and said I had to see a specialist and gave me a name, that first visit lasted only five minutes and the dentist charged me $85.00 dollars. What is going on, mulled by friend, face still pale and motion paralyzed from the pain of the still onfire tooth. Three days had passed since the first visit and still no relief from the pain, just the ersatze of having $170.00 go straight out the door for five minute inspections by specialists who professionaly know each other. I suddenly had an illumination about the evil empire, dentists passing suckers from one to another sharing pocket pickings and letting the pain stay on fire and as I mulled trying to get a greater handle on this, sailed around the downtown corner seat belt not yet on, passed a copper on a cycle who immediately flagged me over for a $115.00 seatbelt violation and I had not yet driven one full block, so distracted was I in the sudden illumination of dentists now passing one cash cow to another along a chain the seat belt was still in hand not connected to over-the-shoulder outline which would have made me safe. A simple amnesia in action lasting less than a minute cost all that money to a cop who got commission for the ticket. Had to go all the way cross town to one small office to pay it, incidentally wouldn't take the gold at the cop counter, seatbelt is not a motor vehicle violation with points off your license and abrupt spiked insurance rates, seatbelts are something set up external for another administration to make extra money at your expense, no explanation possible you didn't click the belt in time you get the stick, no exceptions, the fact of the whole mind and consciousness momentarily eclipsed by the realization that some dentists have become thieves of awareness is no excuse in power lanes of the evil empire. You HAVE to be aware. (A true story). Picture now another friend downtown to an office tower setting in motion moves to correct a sudden serious situation, that the carried SIN (Social Insurance Card) had been claimed invalid because it was etched in metal at a booth at an annual city fair the original white plastic long misplaced in boxes in storage. At the bureaucratic counter my friend waits till next in line, clerk immediately ups and leaves, does not come back for 20 minutes, meanwhile, outside in parking meter along the street time has run out not the minutes paid the no parking 3:30 to 5 pm. A few minutes after 3:30 out comes my friend a $55.00 parking ticket on the windshield no other car on the entire street every car clean with no ticket, my friend mulls to me the negative delay at the authority counter and the negative strike resulted outside as the only car ticketed. What voodo control room specialists, working in the 4th dimension, are making these daily negative connections happen to slow down and try to thwart activities of such as 'us' on the planet doing the best as user friendlies trying to work through bewildering mazes of the evil empire which keep changing as one and another cash cow of the evil empire keeps getting opened. (A true story). Makes you wonder how much more you have to internalize, to be aware, to stay free of the negative stings, these negatives by evil empire mind sets seems to keep getting worse as we hurtle pellmell into new the century. Picture same friend downtown same day at a telephone office paying the bill everything is in good standing again, except... because of the $55.00 sting just happened by such strange negative circumstances, outside at a parking meter, the need to call the telephone company's other highrise billing offices owned by the telephone company to tell clerks there the bill has been paid, is eclipsed by the sting, amnesia has set in. By the time friend gets home the need to call the other office is completely forgotten, this was Wednesday, Friday morning the telephone is abruptly cut off, a (yes) $55.00 re-connection fee is required to get the phone back on line. What is happening, here, is the telephone company pockets money every time they make a disconnect, everytime a user fails to contact the other highrise that that overdue bill is paid. Imagine the cash cow the phone company makes from THIS. Is this evil empire or what, getting you like a viper with fangs at both ends, get you when coming, get you when going, your only protection is to think like them, deep in the well of negatives, to remember that when you pay your bill the pay is no longer recorded in the company's most important computers that directly effect you, it is up to you to ensure that your phone continues to stay on line after your bill is paid, by contacting clerks at the other computer in the other building downtown. How much does the phone company cause grief and suffering simply to collect an extra ripped off $55.00 from a source pool of hundreds of thousands of clients some of who do not think in dirty double negatives companies like a soul-less telephone company uses as greeds to decision making levels in the phone company thinking it makes a superior model in business, a model which cannot continue for much longer because of rebellion by the rank and file who someday soon are simply going to stop paying their unjust penalties en masse, an effect that makes cold sweating model thinkers always sit up and notice because often enough when mistakes this bad are recognized, perps handling the mistake are fired, taking the fall for higher executives who ordered the mistake in the first place and know better how to cover their asses. Peek peek look at the bright red patches glimpses of baboon rearends as hints of demons peeking through making the red, filling corridors in the best offices of the tall buildings whose designs and shapes do not a good city make, hammmering a city senseless with cold unproductive feelings. (A true story). To change this, a new language is ready merging language of thought and philosphy with language of physics and science, the two major language groups of the planet. The language of carnal is not used. A third language emerges out of the merger. In it sentences can contract to one or two words, and an adverb, adjective, or noun can be addressing as first person a noun instead of a phrase beginning and ending with prepositions. Creative writers have used segments of the new language even in ancient times but only scarcely in using metaphors and analogies to mean more insights. In the merging of science and philosophy into a new single language metaphors and analogies are easily crosstalked, that is, used as identifiers the words sent without addresses instead insights straight across to each other. Three words in a sentence can become more than the sentence and hold more in intuition than any meanings carved in definition forms, the intuition itself makes three-word new language conjunctions easy to understand. HOW EVIL EMPIRE MAKES MORE MONEY If the kids can't afford steak make them eat potatoes chip chip crunch crunch crispy crispy crunch crunch sounds of the evil empire making lots of money gotta get the money from mommy honey cough cough geez geez wheeze wheeze breathe breathe I feel ill today god help me please prayer prayer hotline calling the lord 'your'e eating wrong kid don't go to that store' Nick our chips aren't as crunchy as Harry's make a new formula more grease from Larry's put more bolemia in the final flavors and give out free samples to kids as favors cash cash clink clink money money galore as the brand new potato chips reach every store Forget the inhalors forget the docs forget the guilt that comes with shocks forget the sight that shows the way and play in the cesspool to the end of the day Forget the time forget the loss forget the argues you had with the boss the money counts its known as a sin all it makes is a silly grin but look what it does to kids galore who keep running with money to the convenience store. (end rap - music off) I could begin to describe more standout images of the wild carnival playground the Earth is, the whole carnival nothing but constant carnal at the bottom line where the source of motivation is for the carnival goers. But cannot in spiritual ethics really because without doubt anyone in the playground will use it for more personal powers used to take from others. The clatter made by all that carnal grinding the earth with poles reflecting insane judgements is 100% Luciferian. The carnal playground is what is being made by the hardest hit members of the rebellion brought to Earth so each other can begin to recognize what each other has become, commonly enslaved, many just plane rascals, as we arrive in endtimes, today. Eventually soon enough, rather quickly players will listen growing tired of the carnal and step back taking a long looking forward to see what is happening around on Earth, and see us, at the same time they begin to resee what is happening in the higher dimensions upstairs from where they were once lusterous glowing beings of great magnitude, just now starting to become lusterous again until soon enough their carnal cling is gone, the sin spawned from evil to be within them no more. Their consciousness has become carrier containers for connections to all key parts of the Cosmic endeavors, restoring order when for a time their consciousness made only chaos, now consolodated through all such beings rounded up and brought here and have made the carnal playground as a last gasp attempt to make an illusionary paradise happen. If you enjoy your aweful music with your head shoved right into the bellows of a loudspeaker so enthralled you cannot even notice a light switching on in the room, you can begin to sense why the carnal playground has so many people trapped in it frying in freeze at the present time. begin--------------------- WORDLWIDE NEWS - World interface at the intersection of Peace and Bedlam. Daily news, TV, newspapers, major humanitarian links, countries, music, video... Greatstar's Eyetalk goes online, and the adventures of Inspector Luminous begin. Inspector Luminous attempts to introduce the idea to a room full of men and women at an international conference, the laughter is so loud the chairs are vibrating the room stands still and Inspector Luminous is moving so fast standing still no one can see more than nothing there. Your eye through the world to the univese HOW EVIL EMPIRE MONEY IS MADE If the kids can't afford steak make them eat potatoes. EVIL EMPIRE PRACTICES Kids in theatre class in grade 6 and 7 do this, choose a scene from a vampire movie, then act: "I have smitten you with bite, my dear". Kid's in grades 6 and 7 do this, for drama classes chosing scenes from dracula movies: 'I have smitten you with bite, my dear'. Repeating the same simple newflash many different ways through many days is commonplace. Everyone thinks each is a different story. There will be a honda american gas station on your favorite intersection before your supermarket gas card is even approved. Move aside asparagus, room is needed for brochures convincing you about the lube and oil money saving offers that harm your car. Where lettuce used to be are racks of disks and videos some with movies that have not even been released to theatres, if you ignore any of these specials your friends will call you foolish. What do you do when passing the turnstiles of the evil empire wanting bread and instead get your pockets picked clean by offers you think you can't refuse. Refuse them of course, you silly thing. Why waste time getting prepared to enjoy eternity by watching the movies which can only, at best show you doom. Soooo the person you wanted to become is a dud, big is never going to happen. do not hang up on life and think it is a bad deal, the person you can become and are destined will never go away it is always there always within you closer than an eyeblink away the only thing needed to claim this title is to open your vision on the inside and really see what is going on in Reality, not the Earth, not below at ground point zero where your folks are buried nor in the crypt behind the cathedral those are impossibly ever an image of you, but, here in flooding day light with a bit of courage enough to have you let go and let Christ do it, your real image is forever waiting for you to turn on its everlasting sights. Talk about soul power. oh, one hint to make the transition last in converting back in awareness to the everlasting life stream, the Christ needed within you is not a person not a being who comes by giving parts of blessing on your cheeks and bottom when your mouth is still foaming from the intensity of your prayer sessions asking the person you think you know as the lord or jesus. The Christ in you is real is universal is a power of glory the same in everyone and does not keepsake any name uttered personally in the most wild of your beseechings. Picture if you will the dog on the lease with fangs at every move every shadow every sound you cannot banish those fangs simply by stepping up to the dog and asking if it is the lord, can you. The Christ within is nothing like a body or words, nothing like a hand or a caress even sexual it is principle, pure and simple principle, made of frequencies which define all you can feel and know in an eternity of learning how to most expand your full potentials for the greater glory of the Supreme Creators through what you ultimately become manifesting their glories through what you are to inevitably become sooner or later, sooner, if you abandon your lords and your personal beings you deem god, and let pure Christ do it. How easy can it get, real easy. Do not forget, no matter how you weave or distort your images of the universe and creation it all revolves around back to the fundamentals contained in wavelengths which themselves are manifestations of stupendous powerful rythmic haromonious sounds not sounds which fill your head with rackets so noxious they cannot be sorted, pure sounds, being so luxuriously harmonious, fill you with sensations of light and well being, sounds which make perfume in your senses, sounds which make health automatic, sounds which pound out - not cause - chaos and downward entropy in all you can survey standing on the side of a small mountain surveying the universe, the sounds carry so far beyond what you think is the atheist vision that no one book, no one bible, no one koran, is ever going to contain the whole score. For too long the old and new testimates have been used to mind duck nations and individuals. For over 3500 years words have been used to subjugate and punish in the name of a far greater vision peeking beyond the power of the words. The Koran has been mind dumping people for over 13 centuries. These books cannot make you a god. Only you can. Only you can make yourself a Christed being not by words or imitation but by what you will become no sooner than when your self imposed limitations are dissolved to let the real you start to unfold all over again. Do not forget ever again, that this real you is included among the nicest kindest interesting beings you can find and you can know when the blinders making barriers are dissolved. Evil empire practices are among the first blinders that have to go. Across the other side of the closed box mall supermarket is not a new universe, it is the same thing, boxes and displays of marketing of the movie you stopped and bought, imagine what kind of talismans and black magic spells these icons represent and imagine how dark your ionnic aura can become by buying with eagers anything from the evil empire market place parading products past your face you simply do not need and cannot use to gain in any plains of the worth of your life and the totallity of your being. Buying those movie spinoffs in the market place thinking it makes you more aware more real in a world gone maniacal with nothings is almost beyond description, well beyond belief, it is so stupid. No one is saying you can't have fun with these faces and figurines, these games and transformer toys, these models and fierce images, as long as you don't believe in them and worst of all, try to make others have the same pointless beliefs. And hands off the kiddies, making them buy the ploys is outright demonic. Lets turn to the unruly professional. if you believe that gold coin you just bought online following the directions on the tv ad is going to make you more psuedo immortal beyond the grave in what your offspring will think of your wisdom your gold coin purchase showed, think again. the gold itself is worthless when it comes to immortality, the price itself is made by fiends who are manipulating strings in the evil empire manican fashion faster more wizards more energetically than gurus more potentently evil than weary warlocks, those gold coins the ad told you to buy are simply a metal stamped by a machine the only value they have is what people are led to believe is pay suitable to have one, the pay is forced by evil empire manipulators who have temporarily figured out how to manipulate gold coin prices in the market place, interest rates to buy one not included, the interest sticks you later usually when you most don't need to get stuck by money doing nothing but flowing from your pocket to anothers, that money that flowed did nothing good, it did not save a life, it did not clean a dirty river it only made someone undeserving a little bit richer in the evil empire. No you won't be stepping aboard an inter dimensional ionnic spaceship with pockets dragging heavy with the gold coins you purchased thinking the coins, not yourself, make you special. an icon of the american eagle stamped on the more expensive ones, imagine the captain of an inter dimensional ionnic space ship letting you step aboard with evil empire icons being dragged scraping in those bagging pants and purses you try to shuffle aboard thinking they make you special. the captain only grins and you get sent back to ground point zero waiting for another try later when the gold coins are no longer holding you back in solid gravity. Paying rich greeders to eat more roasted chestnuts by interest rates compounds errors very unlike a true christmas. FOR THEY ARE NOTHING BUT HOLLOW NOISE MAKERS See, here is something that everyone takes for granted and needn't be. Picture it is late night round midnight cops pull over and stand stanchly at your window speaking - a wacko hit a Brinks truck loading narcotics behind a drug store, driver hit a cop injured police stopping everyone who happens to be driving by or near the incident, which includes you. Sorry it can't be me no powder burns (hands help up under nose leaning at angle at window). What are you doing out at this time of night (midnight). Delivering pizzas, in fact every minute is known at the pizza joint, how long it takes to delivery one, over to two, then on down to Majestic for three where I am heading straight to the address clipped to the pizza, if I come back late, delayed here for instance (pointing around with the cop in the middle of the finger made circle) there will be six more orders on top of the oven waiting for delivery, if I get back in the right time three go out first taking the same time as delaying here, if the distance isn't too far. Who's jacket is in the passenger seat (it is pointed too). It is a pizza bag, I have just done two deliveries a third in the bag where I am heading straight now to the address on the reciept clipped to the western sandwich. Let's see it, says officer (not much drama in voice). Here (the bag lip lifted, the reciept slightly damp from pizza vapors is pulled loose from the staple and passes through the air into fingergrip). What is this (coots the police officer jerking upright all internal energy flows on full alert - I have just handed reciept out window). Ooop,s the reciept is written in arabic, your notes about the arabic in english on a notepad stuffed behind the pizza bag. The problem is when arrested and car towed away is police charges (say) $80.00 a day for every day your car is in the compound. No exceptions you pay or your car stays. If daily fees have exceeded the value of your car while you spent your 72 days in jail waiting the arabic pizza delivery slip to be investigated, your car is auctioned by the authorities hoping to get some of the compound fees paid to bookbalance and cover under the table monetary slip streams to make over the table monetary jet streams happen. What if you were called to the desk when getting your stuff back after 72 days clinking it out, and: Sir, here are your car keys your car is in this corner of the compound out back (points to place on small layout map) we have taken care of it for you while you were in storage. And, also, here, some renumeration for the time you were accidentally in stir, it should be enough to cover your lost earnings. What if.... Would the world be a nicer place for living, these days. A good start, an authority system which has compassion up front on top, not way down on bottom, of the evil empire planetary enforcing states structures. Too late to start, other translations have to start to get around the problems of authority structure's practices and people's habits for accepting unnaceptable practices as correct and commonplace. What problem in the compound (you are thinking) all yu gotta do is get a friend down there to bail your car out, and the friend or cabbie to drive your car home. Lot's of work is done engineering this, once someone inside lets you finally have your one phone call. What if there is no money at home to bail out the car, or your friends are broke and cannot fork (each next mental astral projection conjestion just springs to mind, ignoring that the evil empire is entirely the problem). There is always money somewhere, even if you have to borrow, I assume you can make phonecalls while in the holding cells. See, the problem is, how deeply intrenched the mindset is in compounded cars, e v e r y o n e concerned about problems, taken for granted, not one concerning spoken enough to be heard toward going straight ahead to solutions, dissolving the problems. Translation is a good word defining moving straight into solutions, identifying than abandoning the problems, the real problems, not the offers of best friends and everyday well wishes but by at least one who does not want to loose their expensive car to a police run car compound, over a police mistake, both of which costs you everything rung up in the authority structure's money making rule books. No exeptions. Practices like this HAVE TO CHANGE. Evil empire be dammed, even evil empire practitioners fall victim to car compounds as readily as those who don't practice upside down peons to creation. Try this for a bigger than life bitesize Make a lie a truth and a truth a lie - you know those kind of people, there are too many of them Your eyes have opened. FIRST TIME PRODUCTIONS INCORPORATED I am kind to adults children infants pets animals birds insects and plantlife. What else is there, living in the best of the lifestream. on the bright side of the mountain on the bright side of the moon on the bright side of the fountain on the bright side of the room here you can stand in grand illumination anyplace even in the pit of the evil empire is a place of light when you search within in the right direction in the sensations and signals going on constantly in your greater consciousness most people erroneously just call mind, errors so easy because most people do not associate sensations in their consciousness with inputs from all of the other sensing arrays of your body world and greater sensing beyond the confines of your own self aware soul matrix, vrs mortal shell. DRUMBALLIA Rythms that soften the world. Clear light surrounds the sounds the sounds surround clear light in more than a universe, heard in profound powerful rythms so supreme so low so high so millions of octaves in between, these continue evolving today, and became fundamental fabrics of Creation before matter began. A flag flaps forlornly and motionless in deep space just beyond the atmospheres of earth. It is the derelect hubble unused everything on it cooled to the ulta cold temperatures of surreal space. A memory flag has been placed on it in hello to anyone who happens by. The flag reads... FROM EARTH VIA THE WORLD - SIGNED BY THE PEOPLE Positive wins another round in the countdown. The above flag, meant by makers to show existence of themselves and presumed higher intelligence, the flag is actually one of the best examples going anywhere of the nature of Spirit, Mind, and Body. OBSERVER ON A SMALL PLANET by: Stark Overplus Lack of wisdom, insight, illumination - union president rants to assembly at high volume ... We Are So Very Proouud To Be On Strike Today, And Every Day, Indeeeeed, If Not, We Would Be Hard At Work ... Attention all stations! red alert! red alert! more anti time-a-chrom particles entering from the sector green breach no no the one on the right by the other explosion brace yourselves 3, 2, 1, 0.... did anything happen do we still exist... (commercial break, featuring new penis enhancing compounds guaranteed safe your penis may fall off if used too often) (commercial break, that car your buddy has next door now you can have one too, clearaway today and many times tomorrow all models -must- be sold)... (commercial break continues - seven minutes pass - back to episode) ...I don't know what happened, our attempt to close the time-a-chrom rift has opened another, hundreds of thousands of omni-phasic beings are spewing in heading straight for us on force field hard lines watch out here they come kablammo fierce fireworks expore noises that never end at top volume... (commercial break, now run your kiddy more for joy without spilling, new wide band swiftons guarantee no-leak diapers are perfect)... (more commercial breaks, seven minutes pass, back to 3 minute episode you are viewing, eating)... that was toooo close! if you had not queered us into the thlipstream vector at the last thecond we would have been gonners for sure...you mean toast, sir... this is a big budget hi fi sci fi that meant straight to video from theatre release and midnight tv movies too, 119 stations have it this week. They still make these bombs, and keep getting more expensive. Who, what kind of people, are behind this mess. You know, and I know, but, do they know. HONEST TIME THAT GOES ON NO FURTHER THAN WHEN IT IS SEEN TO END the afterlife as currently known and allowed to be understood is not comfortably at home inside human head organs instead a dread mix of arcane threads and dim pictures plagues the unwarranted chambers and all too soon any minuted glimpse of real afterlife fades into backdrop of failed reconings back of all this is the blade which can never be unsharpened it sits mostly dull trying to fit in a harnass never made for humans this blade flames in some human's glimpses of afterlife in ways that bend true light, these glimpses are quick weak blips cut short between mid peaks and mid valleys. QUICK BLIPS AND FAILED RECONINGS We did not steal the king's cookies. Those fingerprints in the cookie jar are not fingerprints. We had to go in and put missing raisins on the cookies so that every cookie can be counted. Anyone who denyies these counts is denying the king the right to eat raisin cookies There were two more weeks to straighten out the mess, a lot of chatter whacked into text willy nilly and images cut all over the place. The point of this sidebar is the in-fact fast turnaround time from discovery to disclosure, and error. Everyone works to fast when ambition is the motive, most everyone works too slowly when translation is the goal. YESTERDAY, TODAY, AND TOMORROW How often these three timelines are spoken. How often these three timelines so misunderstood. In them, is what you can know about the whole ultra nature and co-ordinated co-creative plan of our existence including on this planet, and what you mean in everything. IT BEGINS, TRANSITIONS, DESTINATION a creative overplus in our universe designed by Christ under the bequest of the Supreme Creators, this universe the last of its class the creative overplus reaches down through all of the dominions in this universe endowing it as special. Everyone participates in it in the co-creations of this universe created as the farthest outreach extension in creation, in it within our midsts a brand new universe springing forth already starting its evolving to form a whole new brightlight day of creation, a project in which everyone you may ever know is already involved, image that, the outermost place in god is where a brand new universe is springing forth building already started by everyone's efforts including yours even if you do not outwardly know it. Co-creation is the guiding decree by which a whole new universe is being created so far out from the inner body of the Supreme Creators who usually project their works outward from central source. In our new day, the new creation is initiating in the farthest source outward possible, and will be drawn back up and anchored in an energy different home of great magnificence already begun also, as a new second half of their inestimatable home, made in principles of the Surpeme Creators. Principles which bring this kind around from the home and substance of the Supreme Creators, these we do not see in bodyworld sciences but someday some of the principles can be known, the rest are learned as everyone's creative part in the co-creation of the new universe continues to expand everyone's totallife experiences well beyond those current grave dark doubts about personal destinies. Image that, what it will be like, when all beings you may ever know already know or remember and all begin to manifest their abundant latent glories unabated. Some of those you may know may momentarily not remember they are involved. These are the creative overplus help victims, they need help the best by freely giving - compassion, encouragements called recovery, using free-willed opportunities to rebuild self esteem from the inside out, and then inward again is so much better. June 13/2002 NOONDANCE How many people in this room realize how really stupid cops are, not your next door neighbor cops, these are world wide cops who hurt when they work for their superiors. Let's go a little soft on one side of the opinions after that last landing, some cops cannot be opinioned more favorably because of their good seeds of helpfulness, the rest are causing problems people of the world wide rank more harmful than can be told to each and everyone at one bellow. Please generously help the under-incomed Beam 2 calling Antenna 1. Beam 2 calling Antenna 1. Achnowledged, Antenna 1, go ahead Beam 2. What happened to Beam 1. The loin keepers of the holy grail are mistaken violent rubbing of the me areas what a blast of naked raw negative energy which cannot be used in any way in heaven is unusable in every way on Earth Yet down here where wired polo ponies race between sessions in all directions those keepers still swoosh to maniacle grins of liers who know it is the face of the slackjawed who know the lies are grim but go for it wanting, everything is genuine because the ads have been paid for and copywrited, how pimple the glow from those keepers how black the grail Chest nuts roasting on an open fire Nowadays someone can't move $65 dollars without someone noticing. How on Earth can someone illigally move 65 billion dollars without anyone being arrested. You and I both know the answer to that question, don't we. By defist diligent dinkering and donkering the new phase-fuse formula began to make sense in theory and email trails being passed around to bored bang bewarers and cohorts who all had degrees of separation. Then the experiment putting wrong odds to best it failed in forming fused fury and the phase departed this dimension. Upstairs a sudden slight unpleasant jarring jolt causes a few senses in higher beings to turn toward the source and monitor as a first then second shallow shock wave moves on into the 5th dimension at speeds far greater than the speed of light. Barriers have to be quickly erected to block then stop the flow of the out of Reality phase, the absorption all by mind power and spiritual bodies. On Earth the phase light suddenly goes out. They whose jolly was to test a folly of an idea never saw their main mistake in trying to send an unreal signal into Reality. USING INTELLIGENCE INSTEAD OF MENTAL BRAIN POWER (1994) A somewhat renowned computer business owner and designer in the area, demonstrated what can happen when the simplest of oversights leads to a saga that makes Donald Duck look like a hero in spandex. You remember the Donald Duck sagas from the 50's in the comic books, these are legendary in the artistry of cartoon humor, but humans can make them seem normal. Consider a saga occurred by a well known human in the Ottawa area. This individual was, for instance, the first in the area to demonstrate real time on-line Virtual Reality in a computer. You put on the helmut and there you were in a graphic art show room staring at a brand new Trans Am and as you moved your head in any direction what you saw changed, for instance the overhead casablanca fan going beat beat beat in the air like a slow motion helicopter its blades spread out, in cartoon fashion, or the large potted palm tree to the left, coming into view, then passing to the right with you behind it looking at the rear of the bright red car as you just sat there, turning your head to the left. This was during Ottawa's annual Expo. But even then, there was a saga. The big tent held ballooned by inner air pressure that housed the computer show had no air conditioning and the heat sored daily. Just when the media, the press, and TV, had discovered that virtual reality was real and up and running in Ottawa come to that tent, and began to arrive for interviews and shots on TV, the heat blew a main software writing computer with mega hard drive and over $35,000 in custom developed software, blown away in a single tick of hot atoms. Fortunately the show could still go on, the moving helmut demo was still in the Unix driver worth half a mill, but nothing new could be added to the demo after the first opening days of Expo. This individual and associates had a half a million in PC computers to write the programs and software, plus the giant galvanized trunk sized box housing the Unix to run it. The problem was, how to make money with virtual reality gizmos that can only serve to demonstrate virtual reality gizmos. After a $10,000 ad job showing hockey puck blasting from the Senater's stick straight into your face from the other end of the arena, the project was dropped and the $5,000 giant extra large sized monitor used for the job and had its own graphic controller card hard driven by custom written software, was passed onto me eventually when headquarters was being cleaned out down to the last little room under the rock shelf in the basement in the old house in downtown Ottawa near the university, the huge monitor, nearly the size of a dish washer, sat in my living room for a year, no one was ever able to find the patch cables for the monitor which needed both a video patch and software driving cable, eventually it was sold for $15.00 to a computer second hand merchant who wanted some parts, otherwise, the advice everywhere was to use it as a boat anchor. This individual has now also hooked his business into the InterNet as a node, a source, for other businesses to hook in with Home Pages, and buy and sell capabilities, etc., and, I have just heard, has done well inroading into Education markets now accessing InterNet. Such is modern progress, from days of lore long gone before, when the brain worked so slow you could fry it. Here is the story, circ. the winter, 1986, nine years ago before getting burned by virtual reality. This individual was already doing well in certain circles, custom designing high speed IBM compatable computers, a new breed of machines completely taking over the Apple clone market. His machines were very advanced, they could go three to ten times faster than the normal IBM's available in those days, all put together by clone parts purchased on the spot market as they became available overseas from the orient, and, a doctoring of drives, a little long screwdriver poked into a little hole in a disk drive could speed its machine by more than 10, he knew where to poke the accelarator. On a particular afternoon, circ. the winter 1986, sticking the head in the door of his establishment, what was seen was him on the floor with tools and meters probing and poking away, and parts of a computer scattered around the table and floor. The next day it was the same, only more, parts were scattered everywhere, all the way down past nuts, bolts, screws, and circuit boards, to components unsoldered and spread around the floor. Resisters, relays, chip clusters, made his day all around the floor area. On the morning of day three, it was still the same, the computer now unrecognizable as such, so much had been torn apart, dissassembled, including the parts bought intact and installed from the newly emerging clone's spot market, stripped apart. The story was that this was supposed to be a special mean machine in terms of high speed buzz whizz and bells and whistles so many they could hardly be imagined, and its clock didn't work! This, you must understand, is a fellow who would reach into an opening in a floppy disk drive with a long narrow plyer and do something that made the drive work twice as fast. This, you must understand, is a fellow who had a secret that could turn a normal hard disk into a turbo roarer, something he did when no one was looking. This, you must understand, is a fellow who built a high powered stereo audiophile amplifyer entirely from parts purchased at area high tech stores and wired together entirely from thought, not a single manual or page was turned for him to put together that new design for an amplifyer in just two days soldering around the clock, just to see what it would sound like, and when done and it blew people away, he lost interest and turned back to computers. So, here is that brain, bum high pants crease a wedgie in the air as his knees grind against junk on the carpet, needles and probes going into the carcass of the mother board here, and there, none stop, the guy hardly able to do any more than grit through teeth that were becoming thubs as he tried to talk, explaining that NOTHING, NOTHING, can explain why the computer's clock was not working. He had not slept since the saga began, eating Kentucky Fried Chicken and Big Mac's from friends sent out in a rush when hunger strikes lurked as the round the clock saga rolled on. Numerous high tech friends had come in to offer advice. None of it worked. The air in the room had a fierceness you could call made from scissars. The urgency had reached flashing news of an epic in progress, the cross talk reaching farther and farther out into the city. The wasted time was beyond desparation, the customer was waiting. And by the morning of day three, it was a very strange day in the room as thought was given to disassembling the mother board itself and checking every bit of circuit by hand. Curiosity had moved in with the motive, at this point. Why did the clock not work! Later that evening, the same room, same person, except the carpet and table are bare, the entire computer has been re-assembled and is working perfectly. What happened? was the immediate question. "If I had a brain I'd be dangerous", was the immediate reply. In the whole of that Donald Duck saga, the one thing he did not think to do, was to check the battery of the computer's clock. It seems the orientals had stuck in a bold battery from a waste paper basket for the clock, in order to have something that looked complete and ready to ship to Canada in a rush. And that was all that had made this super new fantastic high speed computer custom built for a federal government branch, produce only jolts when first turned on for its after-assembly lunch tests. An immediate check in hurried haste can lead to locked thought in worried waste. I'll spell out the actual fact of the matter, in case all of this descripto has cost you too much rain in your weaker brain hemesphere lobes. The fact that the battery had to be brand new had been taken for granted, since the mother board was brand new from the orient. The fact that the sly natives over there had slipped in a tossed out battery from the waste basket to get the sale was never intuited, because of the degree and intensity of the pre-concieved beliefs; to wit: it was a brand new battery because it was a brand new mother board, it is supposed to have a brand new battery. But didn't. See what I mean about pingpong logic. This was a true story. Another true story concerns a Federal Cabinate Minister and took place back in 1989. It happened that Canada was hosting an international conference of Nato Defence Ministers 30 miles toward Montreal on the Ottawa River at a resort named Montebello, and preparations were in the final stages for the computers that would hook into, and operate, the high tech side of the conference. It turns out that Canada's Minister of External Affairs, a former brief Prime Minister by the name of Joe Clark, was a natural born computer hack (like Al Gore the former vice president of the United States (1995)), and Joe, self taught, was able to handle all of his personal computers himself, setting up their routines, doing the configs, designing the applications, and so on. The story goes, I am told, that Joe liked to do this work himself, for him it was easy. Now it is Friday morning the day the Nato conference is to begin later that evening for a long weekend, oh m'god almighty the printer for the main PC computer in Joe's office in the Ministry of External Affairs, does not work! This is a vital hit of news. Immediately in comes the office tacky who cannot figure out why the printer doesn't work. In comes the double shooters, by the pairs, and none of them can figure out why the printer doesn't work. By this time the computer has been given every kind of diagnostic check, and re-boot configuration imaginable, starting with Joe's own advanced level techniques, and still the printer doesn't work and there is no known reason why. And all of the seasoned pros who get called in when the lights stop working, were gone away scratching their heads, the best electron engineers in the computer gene pool had gone away missing success. Step into the picture, another somewhat renouned individual from the greater regional area of Ottawa, this fellow a most reputed tech specialist who was so good he could demand and recieve $500 dollars an hour for a service call, plus minimum time four hours, starting the moment he accepted the call for service, before he was even out the door. The reason why he did not become a millionair (he told me) is he did not get that many calls, but when he did, (get a call) it was because all else had failed and others turned to him for help, their money ready. So at 5 pm, after long things had become desparate in Joe Clark's office, the call went out for guess who to drive into town to take a look. It was one of those late summer afternoons when a momentary cell was sending lashing sheets of rain across the area in blinding squalls that made it almost impossible to see out the front windows of a Broncho with the wipers in hyperdrive, nevertheless in the midst of this the technical specialist drove into town on the Queensway bolting the gas pedal to the floorboard, and stopping the Broncho in a slide sideways, out the cab before the engine had finished its windup, raced straight into Joe Clark's office. (P.s. sorry for the ego but at that time Joe Clark's federal ministry offices (as were the ministry of finance computers) using my Ringworld which I had created in 1987 as an all purpose fast action low keystroke text editor). Here is how he relates the story. He stepped in to the office, took a long slow look around the room, walked over to the computer table, yanked the table out from the wall, reached to the wall for a printer cable hanging on a peg, yammed one end of the cable into the back of the computer, yammed the other into the back of the printer, turned the printer ON, hit the PRINT SCREEN button, and walked out. That is, he says, the fastest $2500 dollars he ever made on a service call. What had happened is that a janitor the night before, doing a thorough job,had pulled the computer table out from the wall to vacumm behind it and when pushing the table back noticed a cable laying on the floor. Not knowing what to do with it, he simply hung it on a peg on the wall behind the machine. The next day, when it was discovered that the printer did not print, everyone immediately went to the inners, to the guts, the codes, the soft wares, the configs, and finally the bare bones of a computer's existence, and no luck. New chips, new bios, even that failed to resolve the problem. The reason why is that no one took a second to look behind the source, the computer itself. Mind you, behind the computer it was complex enough, with tangles of wires and cables for modems and networks and what have you. On the other hand, the first thing the friend (of whom this story is reiterating) did when walking in the door, was check the environment. He just automatically stopped and scanned the place looking for any anomalies, and there it was, a cable, hanging loose on the wall in front of everyone's faces in a place where there should not be any thing at all. You see, panic had set in when first it was learned that the computer had stopped working overnight, the panic causing everyone to use their mentals instead of their fundamental intelligence. That is why he gets paid the big bucks, my friend told me in conjoint with the telling of this story. He sees what others don't. This is a true story, which points to show what can happen when the insights do not look in exactly the right direction for answers, such as: where, and what, is Reality, in which we, us meely seeming humans, are actually a part of a truely awesome family that spans Galaxies and Universes beyond. In fact anyone walking around this Earth can experience that Reality directly, any time they want to. All that is needed is the right Will and Desire, to then be shown as new and greater insight by hunches and intuition, which way to turn to begin to see the right kind of lights and feelings, to re-establish a higher being hookup in inner perceptions back to Reality, by-passing the outer ego for main input in consciousness. Dirty thoughts, sexual desires, vain or selfish thoughts of superiority of self, and anything that seeks to HARM, anything that causes a rat to squeel when you wrap it around a power pole, destroys links to the connection, until the wrong thoughts stop. In fact, self aware confidence is one of the better ways to go, in hooking up back to Reality. Sobs, griefs, despairs, self punishment, doubts, and foolish meek role playing, especially of religious foolish kind, close doors to the inner perceptions. The kindest, nicest, most generously helpful instincts keep opening more and more of those all important doors. Once again I re-iterate; fear, hate, envy, lust, greed, the five deadly sins, don't cut it. All lesser motives can be related to just these five causes. The opposites, where the good stuff is, are perceptions of Peace, Joy, Happiness, Power, and Plenty, which can remain constant as a result of the right sources of motive. This Reality is a heck of a nice place in the open doors. There is nothing to fear, nothing to fear whatsoever. But, also know, the Reality is also a heck of an energetic place, so once perceptually intuned to it, expect lots of action. Do not expect eternal end to all thought, all action, in fact, once intuned, your new learning curve is just starting. Which also explains (the mighty energetic places in real) can cause you to bump and dump so swiftly out of there threshing the crossover making a mistake, the dump can be so abrupt you can even forget what had just vanished as if you had amnesia which you do, most people walking the world in their daily daze have forgotten momentarily reasons why they are on the Earth in the first place, every reason is because of something they did themselves to cause the dump into amnesia. Occult and diabollical rituals, black magic, white too, paganism, and so on, are all self eluding, self cloaking, destroying to others, since in effect all of these practices intensify inputs from the self centered ego, costing the practicer clear insights on the true state of beingness in Reality, in which the inner being sees far more, and knows far more, than the outer being that physically walks the Earth and accepts only inputs from the five physical senses that produce willy nilly emotions and random psychic thoughts that have no fundamental meanings or place in the ongoings of the larger Cosmic family. Religious practices are amongst the worst as far as cloaking the body in illusions and dillusions are concerned. There is an opportunity now, greater than has been ever for this planet, for people to turn around and let go and let Christ do it, in respect, to let the inner Christ action in everyone to be the guiding source for questions of consciousness and righteous judgements. To forgive is a Divine quality. That does not mean forgive a killer and hand them another gun so they can feel good doing their lusts. However someone who has done bad in extreme circumstances, extreme stresses, can simply walk away from the bad times and become whole sound and perfect by simply changing their thoughts and this happens. So why have motives of revenge. Reality doesn't have revenge in it. In Reality, someone who screws up simply falls lower and lower until they stop screwing, and back up they rise again in fast accelarations and illuminations. All it takes is to hook into the good Will and Desire, to see how this automatic mechanism of rejuvination and upliftment, actually works, because of the Cosmic family called the Messiah, that is already here to welcome you back home in Reality. At the top, making it all happen to begin with, is the Will, Action, and Desire of the Supreme Creators Alpha and Omega. You can not know them as personal beings since they have no persons, they are stupendous powers of light and energy and faceted geometric order so intense hardly anyone is capable of percieving directly, nor even a glimpse, without awesome sensations involved, so very few around these here parts (the outer breaths and extensions of Reality where we are at the moment) ever get a glimpse of the Supreme Creators directly, they are sensed by many as alternative to actually seeing their state in existence, who are self contained and radiating out to also comprise all of existence, including you within it. Picture the original cell at the conception of your egg, everything now around called you is within your body where at the center inner rings of expansion resides the initial cell that manifested Alpha and Omega, in yet a new outer breath form vaguely approximating your real form in the next dimension from whence your form sprang from its spiritually consistent higher body, into the body world via the fertilized egg comprising the single cell which started your body world temporary existence. Having within yourself in your thoughts and beliefs, their existence, as a Mother and Father of Creation none the less, quickens your perception toward finding in yourself the right Will and Desire to connect and stay connected to Reality, since the right Will and Desire is only of one kind, that which originates in the Supreme Creators who wish to be known at this present time as Alpha and Omega. Mind you, the expressions of this Will and Desire in various ways is enormous so it is not a universe of robotic clones being talked about here at all. This is not a beehive existence, not at all. For instance do you know of bees that laugh and crack jokes in unique ways that makes others laugh and feel rich joy time and time again. Bees don't crack jokes and laugh, as far as I know, but that kind of freedom of expression, just as a tiny peek at an example, is the kind of thing that Reality includes. The best kind of humor, as everyone knows, is a quip devoid of sleaze or corrosive intent. Good humor is pure and expands in heartfelt ways, and laughs that start with a crack of sound with everyone in on the fun, is what you can expect in Reality. It happens. Not the lewd sneers of the Sheriff of Nottingham. Some genuinely funny things happen spontaneously on TV. Genuinely funny things happen spontaneously in Reality, too, often, to cite an analogy in example of what the Universe, and so-called heaven, is really like. Heaven is not just a place where Catholics go to become Saints. There are no Catholic Saints upstairs, in Reality, in fact, or at least known as Catholic saints. If they have made it upstairs without having to reincarnate for another try at washing their soul of pollutants, they are up there residing in higher frequencies as themselves, not as Catholic saints. Know also that stupendous changes are taking place to re-structure and restore the Earth as a whole, with its population of souls and spirits, back to accord with Cosmic Law, so when intuning your place back into the Cosmic connections be also informed that suprises, even shockingly intense sensations, and abrupt changes in thought and idea can occur, and this is natural. Picture getting lost in the forest, and all of the events that get you to where there is a chance of rescue. At times, Reality can have such brief urgencies with you right there in on it, being changed for the better, while actually participating to also make change for the better on a wide scale basis as the Christ plan for planet Earth continues to unfold and move quickly into the future. See what I am talking about. It is an inner movement, not an outer movement on the physical surface of the Earth, that is bound and destined as the path back to Reality. There is not an imminent other place, off world, and somewhere else in the nearby region of stars, that is the source and goal to go there to arrive. The arrival is right here on this planet, by standing up and becoming awake again. Because even here, what you do is interconnected to many other places in the Cosmic realms simultaneously, and what you do here is no different in substance than what you do if somewhere else. There is no place to go to to 'arrive'. If you can't 'arrive' here, no one else will want you anywhere else, until you have cleaned up your act and become vibratorily compatable again. A Cube and Sphere, pictured in the mind, can be an immediate source to help quicken the right connections. You will feel energies change within you, within your body and areas around it, and within the vast chambers of your inner thoughts, which become inner perceptions of awareness and illuminations. A six sided hexagram with points at top and bottom, a Y factor drawn in connecting the center point to positions 2, 6, and 10 o'clock, and similarly another triangle noting the other 3 positions on the hexagram rim, and a Star of David drawn lightly within according to the blueprint of the Y factor, and a circle drawn around a circumpherence through points where the lines of the Star of David criss cross, needs only to have the central sphere percieved in Red (for Intelligence), the outlines in bright blue (for Energy) and the rest of the hexagram in yellow (for Substance), for a Cube and Sphere to be perceived in consciousness as enough of a valid rendering of an image for the Supreme Creators to cause cross talk to Reality to start in higher gear. The image cannot be used for malpractice, not like the pentagram, the image does nothing if malpractice thoughts of any kind are associated with it. That is because the image is pure, in one form or another, whole sound and perfect, all the way up the line to the highest reaches in Reality's domains of eternal existence. (Click here - missingmass.net/cubes.htm - for casual images in cubes and spheres). Forget thus any planetary history recording who made the worst mistakes, how they failed, what happened after, the destructions, the amens, the loss, the shortcomings. The main concern is what is happening now and how it focuses into the future, in venues beyond warmongering governments, aparthiding people, decrepidating self abuses, you know the ilk, not needed. Global interfaces need everyone intent on the focusing. PRESS RELEASE Large meandering wavefronts made of parallel curved ripples in deep space may be visible gravity standing waves slowly on the move dwarfing galaxies. An entirely different way of looking at galaxies and interpreting their formations - missing mass, and energies, are found everywhere in astronomy images. The difference between an error and a mistake is a mistake is something you did that was not correct, an error is something you did that was wrong. Spelling your name wrong is a mistake - an error is accidentally erasing your hard drive. WHY SUCH SHORT NOTICE IN RECORDED PLANETARY HISTORY In the archives of planetary history, why is there so little information stored in the body world of this planet, simple, it is not needed. More Adam and Eve, more genesis stories, more Mohammed, you can want them if you like but you are wasting your time, they are not needed. Picture the significance of the move to your current home or location, all details - when you first thought of it, when you first decided move was essential, when you first spotted your new residence and decided on it, what it took to divest of your old location, move to the new, what it took to make it yours, and so on, every detail chronicled to the last item, recorded in hardcopy or book in such a way that everyone can read it for thousands of years later and even come to worship - of course - none of that is needed, the details are totally irrelevant, the move itself a moment of history recorded is all it takes to show that things are happening. In the broader scope which includes upstairs, the move of a tribe of people or family of beings coming into enlightment is of far less importance than how much enlightenment the tribe came into, and how they have continued to use it, or lost it again, or are now regaining the enlightment today improving dramatically everyone's prospects for a future built not on more wars, rather built on everlasting glories in which everyone is equal by Divine birthright, including in day to day living on Earth, the answer as you realize is pure and simple, animal lusts in the body world are not needed, neither is their history. How we got here is the least value in the whole story. Where we are going is the real whole story. 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So, here we have it, constipated cops, with Metamucil recommended to relieve stiff undignified slow motion movements Not being short on sacrifice not being long on practice 'Now Awake' emerges wide awake ready to announce on the planet the winds of Stay Reasonable's passing still stirring new grues that continue to unwrangle the glues 'Stay Reasonable' disturbed with ether clearing the paths for others to follow now taken by ego-without-wrap as but one who has stood up to take responsibility on the planet. Built with cheaper more undissolvable top quality products sold at a higher price. Sort of like a steaming pie slightly tilted to the left and slipping sideways upward to the left through space from the point of view of the ad making camera sees it, the flaws the minusculeness hidden from view so you will buy believing more is yours for your dollar. Evil empire hard at work again trying to front end more end states of destruction. ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HYDRA HEADED COIN YOU HAVE - I remember circ. 1962 in Toronto, knowing a fellow who well into middle age was rapidly approaching geriatrics, who owned a peanut factory operating out of Toronto. The plain fact of this factory is it produced the best tasting, finest grade of nuts, available anywhere in North America, at a fraction of the retail cost most nut producers charged for mediocre products. His far and away best included brazil nuts, cashews, goober peanuts, almonds, walnuts, filberts, hazelnuts, pecans, and so on. This fellow, whose name I have longgggg forgotten, was very enthusiastic about how he did business. This included how much he wanted to share his moxie with others believing, enthusiastically, (almost certainly), how his approaches to costs and labors and purchases could be applied in Social Credit Party of Canada theories to result in better for less at all levels. So into the ring he threw his hat, entering the meely of those seeking public office for the first time, running as a Social Credit Party of Canada for an upcoming bi-election as a Social Credit candidate for a provincial government seat running as a provincial party Socred candidate. Good enough, except, a newspaper wag for the largest daily in Canada wrote him off in one deft sentence - 'he owns a nut factory'. In the paper it sounded like the guy was swinging right out on the end of a balony along with all of the other Socred candidates the newspaper was reviling. Too bad. Here is what the guy was really like. He travelled the world showing up on remote the shipping docks in countries like Singapore, Indonesia, Brasil, Kenya, buying burlap sacks of peanuts in loads by the ton right off the dock and arranging to have them shipped to Toronto. He was buying the best, the BesT you could buy, from any one of these docks, at any time he needed to replenish his nut factory's warehouse stocks, no grinning middle men standing in between their hands out flashing gold teeth. If you do not believe me that he was (at that time, cir. 1962) producing the best nuts available in North America, try some of his cashew nuts, he used to like going around passing them out by the handful, but, only, occasionally, when super dupers had come tumbling out of the single sack of new ones from afar, and none got sold everyone last one shared among friends, occasionally when super dupers came in. He expecially liked cashew nuts because they have so many super dupers in their nut kinds). The newspaper, and the newspaper wag (a famed Canadian nation wide reporter), finished him off, he never got enough votes to pay off his deposit. Too bad, what he wanted to do was offer his moxies as to how he could produce the best nuts in North America at a fraction of the cost of competitors, to the Social Credit party so that they could use the insights to produce better living at lower costs for everybody. It never happened. Because of the wag. One person, with one's person's spleen, did the dirty deed. Now, what is there to say about the wag. The wag did another artical almost in a class to be concidered for Pulitzer Prize, and more, on a famed economist whose theories went as thus: - if A=B then C must follow unless D is less then G, where E must then hold less value than H except, and only except, when F is greater than K. The economist in question had equations that could fool the best boffos of boboodom and was being cited as a possible Nobel prize lauriate because of the number of few in the world who could understand the nobel's actual equations in economics. Whereas, on the other hand, you had a man who had a formula actually already worked out and proven, for providing more for less, and the best this guy got in the daily press was 'he owns a nut factory'. You can see my dilemma, where the worst get rewarded, the best get trashed, and every one else gets pre-sucked lemons not even beginning to be aware of how much the worst has control of the planetary's best, and worst, peanut productions, not to mention money matters. IS THIS MORE POETRY Have you noticed the number of nameless shapeless faceless walking around these days. If you look not too closely you will see somewhere in their vacinity, their home, their workplace, their vehicle, a flag or logo of the country they live in. Do you think these will be gung ho about truth in Reality. Not a chance. Do you think any one of these will rise up, howl and clamor, if anything about their religion and religious beliefs is threatened by truth in Reality. Bet on it. You'll win. The nameless shapeless faceless are a BIG problem. TELLING IT LIKE IT IS Who is agitating the police to hate negros. Someone is. The police aren't that intelligent to be completely organized about a systematic hate target. Someone is. Well, at least, that is the way it looks when you follow the hints and clues that come your way via the daily media. Oh, I forgot, you are not supposed to use the word Jewish in anything no matter what, unless you are Jewish, otherwise you are automatically branded an anti semetic if you are not Jewish and use the word in anything, anything at all. Its the word Jewish, and if you're not you're punished, for using it for anything at all. Something's up, and we don't know what it is, do we. Mention Mohammed in the same sentence with women other than his three wives and you can be instantly on the lam, instantly ducking riots if the remark is made during a public event with western flavors. Western flavors are acceptable, Mohanmmed remarks not - it strikes fear into believers who cannot be certain what they believe since everything told them to believe is more or less ununderstandable except by faiths which cannot go any farther than a feeling within the human who has that faith, in that every human has a slightly different flavor in their beliefs, except those understandings which are part of the Cosmic Plan for Planet Earth, these understandings are known by everyone every being involved in the plan, and there are teeming billions who know what is happening, what is planned for, what is upcoming for Earth. And please be automatically corrected in the use of the word negro, it has such a despicable history for its past it is no longer useable in any language which speaks of Divine destinies for all as equals coming into the mainstream of our future. Total female and male equality is also fundamental in the planetary plans blueprinted for the future we are to gain by Divine interventions helping the people of planets like ours at all levels, including momentary existences in the body world of the 3rd dimension. Mr. Jones how long have you been employed as an employee of this company before realizing you no longer work for us What the people feel What the people think What the people do Intelligence will mind think Energy action spirit do Substance desire body feel The only reason I have not concidered a serious move to Montreal is a catholic cross on the little mountain it dominates the city's whole skyline. Everyone completely takes it for granted there are even people who have gone up there to polish the thing with glad tidings and prayerwork but no avail it still shines with the same dull light its designers made for it thinking to save money. FOR THEY ARE NOTHING BUT A HOLLOW NOISE MAKER REBEL WITH A CAUSE ... It reminds me of the first time ever that I stepped out of ranks and refused to stand to attention at the singing of God Save The Queen. It had already happened, during grade school, that I had gotten bold enough to be able to surreptiously peek one eye open during the full reciting of the Lord's Prayer every day at the end of classes in grade school. One day in grade two I just happened to open an eye and peek around when every kid was standing bolt upright erect beside their desks and all reciting the Lord's Prayer in loud voices. Thereafter, I never felt compelled to follow the hord exactly when the prayer was said, at the end of each day, every day, in grade school, and 2 years of high school in Winnipeg, circ. the mid 40's to the middle of the 1950's, the lord supposed watching the whole time but the only thing I ever detected was stink every time I thought of looking up and didn't. The act of official rebellion against nationalistic prerequisites occurred near the end of grade ten, still in Winnipeg before a family move to Vancouver. In River Heights district in Winnipeg, the local neighborhood theatre, the Academy Theatre, was more than just a shell, box shaped, that showed movies. Its interior was done up in the manner of an Italian courtyard, with wrought iron balconies and curves, and so on, something in the manner of a small opera house, and across the blue painted ceiling moved projected clouds, stars, and the moon, in slow motion, as the movies progressed through their two or so hours. Every Saturday afternoon us gang of nice teen agers would go to the movies at the Academy Theatre, regardless of what was on. It was because the Saturday Afternoon Matinee was dirt cheap. At the end of every showing, when the theatre closed for a couple of hours before the evening shift, God Save the Queen was played popping and hissing and very loud over the sound system, and everyone in the theatre, usually full, would snap to their feet, their bum cheeks clamped tightly together, and sing God Save The Queen at the top of ther volumes. I know their bum cheeks were clamped tightly together because mine certainly were. It is the only way you can stand perfectly erect everything correct except the salute. It is like issuing lordly things in the temples, the louder the issue from hurting neck muscles and tauted cheeks, the more to the lord it is thought to be the loudest of all getting the most grinners lined up to praise outside the door after the events are over. One day, I just, in the Academy theatre in Winnipeg, slouched in my seat, did not stand, slouched in my seat thinking, kapow, I have been doing the stand all this time since almost the day before I was born, and the fact is I don't have to. I looked discretely around, sort of the kind of one eyeball peep that only teenager's on the sly are good at, and noticed that not one other person in the entire theatre was sitting down. Every one, including my best friends, were standing bolt erect bellowing Canada's national anthem at top off key volume. I was alone. And very happy. From that day on, I have been free to choose the time and place for my jingoistic shows that might compromise my position at least from the way it looks to other people. For instance on Christmas Eve in 1965 a jewish gal friend (triple honors in third year at the university we both attended), talked me into attending a high Catholic mass, her gist being that every year she goes to a different church on Christmas Eve to see how the different religions handle the occasion. This year the church of choice was the central Catholic Cathedral in downtown Vancouver. So, as the various prayers were being said, people kneeling, people standing, people singing, people sitting, on cue from the many priests and boys shuffling around the alter, I got to peeking around with one eyeball open, and when noticing that every soul in the cathedral was kneeled at the same time, including my friend who was just being polite, I decided not to kneel, mainly because the kneel board was killing my kneecaps. Suddenly a hard push and my head is slammed down into my chest. I recover, and wonder what the hell was that. I am sitting upright looking around at this moment. Suddenly my head is shoved hard into my chest again, and held solidly down, this time somewhat painfully. I fight free and look around. Behind me, crouched over me, two hands still on my head and pushing down as hard as he could, growling fiercly in my face, is a thin middle aged man, his face contorted with red rage, gritting 'You will Kneel! Kneel! you son of a bitch!" At this point my friend, the jewish girl, has caught on to what is happening, and urged in whisper, 'c'mon let's get out of here!'. At this point he had my hair in a tight grip and was wrenching it up in a yoke hold. A couple of priests up front had turned from the waving of the thickly smoking incense braziers, and were looking in our direction at the commotion while intoning nonstops of worship. And we left as politely as fastly as we could manouver past the knees plugging the row, and departed. That is the last time I have ever been in a church. It was circ. 1965, in Vancouver. In gist, I was forced by physical danger to walk out in the middle of the only Catholic mass I ever attended in my life. Wheels of progress run backwards when they can reglious spins the major cause of when Anti Christ is to be doing the opposite of what they should be doing in principle Something rattled in the squirrel's cage when I whirled that last paragraph Perveyors and performers of Magico el blacko's and astral el psychics fuming the planetary auras with appalling unconditioned thinks and turning good things into the chaoses of fiends who are cunningly disguised as things of significance, yes, the evil empire is a great place to be when you want yourself only and how much you can get from others like yourself before all of the dark doorways close forever on the evil empire. Slam slam slam! ============================ Major theosophical strangleholds effecting the pisces/aquarious cusp transition include governments based on male based theologies these include nazi, communism, buddism, hinduism, islam, pagan (small tribal countries) emporer worship, and capitalism (with christian or catholic tenets in each country's constitutions). A global higharchy with outreaches of spirit mind and body is a goal - body is the earth, mind the world, and spirit the mass consciousness purified to re-become a realm in Reality's universal consciousness. Individuals who feel they must seek and have a control in the mass consciousness and planetary realm under the quaranteen, are not yet seeing how, in Reality, no one seeks to gain control, no one is superior, since no structure exists in Reality for any kind of ego to assert, and most everyone are on tasks voluntarily accepting the tasks. In fact, volunteer is the only method tasks are undertaken even in Reality's most innerreach higher centers of co-ordination and authority. Authorities in Reality do not take positions for themselves elbowing others out of the way in out of synch competition, authorities in Reality are where they are because they are ordained at their creation to be there, or have grown in spiritual evolutions to have the capacity to handle the authority for the greatest good for the greatest number, no exceptions, the greatest good directly expands and purifies that already in place initiated in the beginnings by the Supreme Creators. The ultimate goal, as we proceeding through it, is to assist in a whole new creation, a new day of creation, the dawn already beginning and its signs already apparent, as the current creation continues its final stages and the new day of creation emerges as a new mainstream in existence. A cell dividing is not an unreasonable model, except, it cannot be yet said (at least by myself) if the new cell is bifurcating outside the original cell, or within it - unless, the ratio in size between andromeda and the whole universe is 10 to the power 27 making andromeda a proton counterpart - expanding the whole cell thus into a change, brand new. In completing the first initial stages of the new day, a new universe is being created the work steps taking place within this universe, the new universe already beginning to grow in intelligence, energy, and substance, in the visible island vortex known as Andromeda where mass migrations for more intense works are being prepared to enter and fully populate Andromeda with golden etheric energy beings (such as yourselves) plus planetworld gravity beings (such as ourselves) when the Andromeda startup phases are finished. =============== If I were to write short stories expecially those with an outer limits edge, here is what might follow in the idea for a story. Here it is midday in the livingroom the TV on the allhours news channel and email arrives asking a direct question that only someone who really understands the folios could ask, I think. I have not been following the TV or reporter's voices. The question starts to get typed, it is by chat so the typing is instantly flashing to the other online. A few words are used in a sequence that could only originate in the chat from my place near the livingroom, when what wait, as I type, I am seeing onscreen on the news channel come my typing, and the same words being reported by a voice. Yes, the test is accurate the word 'voice' only took 2.3 seconds to arrive back in my living room. Arrives serendipitously another who sees the words on TV and begins absorbing the onscreen reading and here I pause remarking that for the reader life styles are definately going to be changing because one of us (who are supposed to be the aliens on earth taking over the planet), has been discovered. The news channel is not doing a clone showing freakers how clever we are we able to speak so candidly out in the open, instead the news channel is slanting the information as from those who are here to stop the aliens. In between, a gust of splicing wind blows my newspaper across the front lawn, my face is on the front page, I am the first golden etheric being living in this tempory bodyworld to be discovered. Then I would image how to send the short story to the greeks, oh, say, about 3,500 years ago meybe 4,000 and let them use it for opening a new illiad. Better yet, stay undiscovered until everyone's preparations are finished and the benefits start wholesale reaping for the planet. The voice is still broadcasting the typing, each word arriving back in my living room 2 1/2 seconds later. Yes indeed I have been discovered. How is that for a free lesson, this one came entirely from the Supreme Creators Alpha and Omega - actually - the John The Divine Paradisial presence helped. (Not me). Now would be a good time for more of you to start thinking of Moses, what moses was like then, what moses might be like now, what moses might mean if learned to be a relative of Jesus is the same Christ family as archangel Micheal. Triune being should start floating into mind, what a Triume being really is, beginning to make sense even to bookworns but not so easily to crucifix catchers they are so clinched they wouldn't even see moses walking by carrying a staggering load of stone tablets and muttering as the stones shake let my people go, the movie actor heston looking so surpisingly like old moses lookalikes, been an autograph sought, but the real Moses keeps walking by everyone looking steadfastly mortal. Rather than an Earth The Final Conflict, featuring aliens seemingly benign with ruinous hidden motives, a similar kind of task force (from energy realms) is here in force of numbers and have always been here involved only now beginning to step into the open for completing the planetary translation and transition into the aquarian age, the time being now because besides the solar dispensation cycles of 2000 years in each click around an astro-physical frequency clock, a far more major dispensation is also cusping, through time period lasting 250,000 years apart between pulse changes the latest of which is now. This is when real big expressors and Reality being states from very high up, become actively involved for a valuable certain time period as the 250,000 cusp brings in changes in our whole local sector's status in ressurrection. This is why things are happening so fast on earth in the aquarian cusp, like water just now turning to boil under high heat. Wait until the success when every bubble is harmoniously coupled with the other bubbles and the fluid state (water) is no longer turbulent, and, the new heat is still there in a steady state inexorably continuing to raise in frequency into the next dispensation and further along in another 250,000 years another eon. (the lecture in the open theatre is over, thanking rest it was a strain handling it) ============================ NOW ONTO THE MAIN SHOW NOT SOLD IN MOVIE VIDEOS IN SUPERMARKETS Astromony, as taught in a Cosmic Translation Class. Move to http://www.missingmass.net/translt2.txt . ======================= Done first thing in the morning eyes still pointing straight to the wakeup coffee -Done- Greydon Moore Ottawa Nov/2002 (613) 274-7060 greydie@look.com http://www.visitastronomy.com http://www.missingmass.net