Black-Eyed Kids

I know this topic has been covered before, and has been making the rounds around the Internet, but I find it quite creepy...

It seems there are scattered reports of strange, black-eyed children approaching people with less than honorable intentions. These children for all appearances seem to be normal, pre-pubescent kids, but the overall aura given off is that of something "evil" or un-natural. When looked at closely, they are observed to have totally black eyes. No pupils, or iris visible. They try to gain entrance into your home or car by asking to come inside, and never give an honest or viable reason for entrance. They seem to be trying to trick the person into letting them in, for some evil purpose.

Who or what these children are remain to be seen. Several outlandish theories have been proposed, from Vampires to Alien-Human Hybrids but no one really knows.

Here is the story that originated it all. It is from a news reporter in the Abilene, Texas area named Brian Bethel. It was originally posted in a Usenet group...

I don't really know what I'd call this story if I was submitting it for publication in Fate or something of its ilk. "Brian vs. the Evil, Black-eyed, Possibly Vampiric or Demonic But At Least Not Bloody Normal Kids" doesn't have much of a ring to it. (Shrug.) :)

But that's at least an accurate title.

As so many things do, it all started out innocently.

My Internet Service Provider used to have offices in a shopping center before they moved to their (comparatively) lush accommodations elsewhere. There was a drop box at that original location. The monthly bill was due, and thus, there but for the Grace of the Net I went.

It was about 9:30 p.m. when I left. From my relatively isolated apartments, it's about 10-15 minutes or so to downtown (Abilene has a population of about 110,000).

Right next to Camalott Communications' old location is a $1.50 movie theater. At the time, the place was featuring that masterwork of modern film, Mortal Kombat. I drove by the theater on the way into the center proper and pulled into an empty parking space.

Using the glow of the marquee to write out my check, I was startled to hear a knock on the driver's-side window of my car.

I looked over and saw two children staring at me from street. I need to describe them, with the one feature (you can guess what it was) that I didn't realize until about half-way through the conversation cleverly omitted.

Both appeared to be in that semi-mystical stage of life children get into where you can't exactly tell their age. Both were boys, and my initial impression is that they were somewhere between 10-14.

Boy No. 1 was the spokesman. Boy No. 2 didn't speak during the entire conversation -- at least not in words.

Boy No. 1 was slightly taller than his companion, wearing a pull-over, hooded shirt with a sort of gray checked pattern and jeans. I couldn't see his shoes. His skin was olive-colored and had curly, medium-length brown hair. He exuded an air of quiet confidence.

Boy No. 2 had pale skin with a trace of freckles. His primary characteristic seemed to be looking around nervously. He was dressed in a similar manner to his companion, but his pull-over was a light green color. His hair was a sort of pale orange.

They didn't appear to be related, at least directly.

"Oh, great," I thought. "They're gonna hit me up for money." And then the air changed.

I've explained this before, but for the benefit of any new lurkers out there, right before I experience something strange, there's a change in perception that comes about which I describe in the above manner. It's basically enough time to know it's too late. ;)

So, there I was, filling out a check in my car (which was still running) and in a sudden panic over the appearance of two little boys. I was confused, but an overwhelming sense of fear and unearthliness rushed in nonetheless.

The spokesman smiled, and the sight for some inexplicable reason chilled my blood. I could feel fight-or-flight responses kicking in. Something, I knew instinctually, was not right, but I didn't know what it could possibly be.

I rolled down the window very, very slightly and asked "Yes?"

The spokesman smiled again, broader this time. His teeth were very, very white.

"Hey, mister, what's up? We have a problem," he said. His voice was that of a young man, but his diction, quiet calm and ... something I still couldn't put my finger on ... made my desire to flee even greater. "You see, my friend and I want to see the films, but we forgot our money," he continued. "We need to go to our house to get it. Want to help us out?"

Okay. Journalists are required to talk to lots of people, and that includes children. I've seen and spoken to lots of them. Here's how that usually goes:

"Uh ... M ... M ... Mister? Can I see that camera? I ... I won't break it or anything. I promise. My dad has a camera, and he lets me hold it sometimes, I guess, and I took a picture of my dog -- it wasn's very good, 'cause I got my finger in the way and ..."

Add in some feet shuffling and/or body swaying and you've got a typical kid talking to a stranger.

In short, they're usually apologetic. People generally teach children that when they talk to adults, they're usually bothering them for one reason or another and they should at least be polite.

This kid was in no way fitting the mold. His command of language was incredible and he showed no signs of fear. He spoke as if my help was a foregone conclusion. When he grinned, it was as if he was trying to say, "I know something ... and you're NOT gonna like it. But the only way you're going to find out what it is will be to do what I say ..."

"Uh, well ..." was the best reply I could offer.

Now here's where it starts to get strange.

The quiet companion looked at the spokesman with a mixture of confusion and guilt on his face. He seemed in some ways shocked, not with his friend's brusque manner but that I didn't just immediately open the door.

He eyed me nervously.

The spokesman seemed a bit perturbed, too. I still was registering something wrong with both.

"C'mon, mister," the spokesman said again, smooth as silk. Car salesmen could learn something from this kid. "Now, we just want to go to our house. And we're just two little boys."

That really scared me. Something in the tone and diction again sent off alarm bells. My mind was frantically trying to process what it was perceiving about the two figures that was "wrong."

"Eh. Um ...." was all I could manage. I felt myself digging my fingernails into the steering wheel.

"What movie were you going to see?" I asked finally.

"Mortal Kombat, of course," the spokesman said. The silent one nodded in affirmation, standing a few paces behind.

"Oh," I said. I stole a quick glance at the marquee and at the clock in my car. Mortal Kombat had been playing for an hour, the last showing of the evening.

The silent one looked increasingly nervous. I think he saw my glances and suspected that I might be detecting something was not above-board.

"C'mon, mister. Let us in. We can't get in your car until you do, you know," the spokesman said soothingly. "Just let us in, and we'll be gone before you know it. We'll go to our mother's house."

We locked eyes.

To my horror, I realized my hand had strayed toward the door lock (which was engaged) and was in the process of opening it. I pulled it away, probably a bit too violently. But it did force me to look away from the children.

I turned back. "Er ... Um ...," I offered weakly and then my mind snapped into sharp focus.

For the first time, I noticed their eyes.

They were coal black. No pupil. No iris. Just two staring orbs reflecting the red and white light of the marquee.

At that point, I know my expression betrayed me. The silent one had a look of horror on his face in a combination that seemed to indicate: A) The impossible had just happened and B) "We've been found out!"

The spokesman, on the other hand, wore a mask of anger. His eyes glittered brightly in the half-light.

"Cmon, mister," he said. "We won't hurt you. You have to LET US IN. We don't have a gun ..."

That last statement scared the living hell out of me, because at that point by his tone he was plainly saying, "We don't NEED a gun."

He noticed my hand shooting down toward the gear shift. The spokesman's final words contained an anger that was complete and whole, and yet contained in some respects a tone of panic:

"WE CAN'T COME IN UNLESS YOU TELL US IT'S OKAY. LET ... US .... IN!"

I ripped the car into reverse (thank goodness no one was coming up behind me) and tore out of the parking lot. I noticed the boys in my peripheral vision, and I stole a quick glance back.

They were gone. The sidewalk by the theater was deserted.

I drove home in a heightened state of panic. Had anyone attempted to stop me, I would have run on through and faced the consequences later.

I bolted into my house, scanning all around -- including the sky.

What did I see? Maybe nothing more than some kids looking for a ride.

And some really funky contacts. Yeah, right.

A friend suggested they were vampires, what with the old "let us in" bit and my compelled response to open the door. That and the "we'll go see our mother" thing.

I'm still not sure what they were, but here's an epilogue I find chilling:

I talk about Chad a lot. He's still my best friend, my best ghost-hunting companion and an all-around cool guy. He recently moved to Amarillo, but at the time this happened was still living in San Angelo of Ram Page fame.

I called him and talked to him briefly. He had two female friends with him at the time, both professing some type of psychic ability.

I started telling him the story, leaving out the part about the black eyes for the kicker. One of the women (we were on a speakerphone) stopped me.

"These children had black eyes, right?" she asked. "I mean, all-black eyes?"

"Er ... Yes." I said. I was a bit taken aback.

"Hmmm," she said. "One night last week, I had a dream about children with black eyes. They were outside my house, wanting to be let in, but there was something wrong with them. It took me a while to realize it was the eyes."

I hadn't even gotten as far as them wanting to come in.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I kept the doors and windows locked," she said. "I knew if they came in, they would kill me."

She paused.

"And they would have killed you, too, if you had let them into your car."

So, from this extra-long post, we have three unanswered questions:

A) What did I see?

B) What would have happened if I opened my car door?

C) Why does Chad always get the cool psychic chicks? ;)

Myspace Shenanigans

Social networking site, MySpace.com, panders to religious intolerants by deleting atheist users, groups and content.

Early this month, MySpace again deleted the Atheist and Agnostic Group (35,000 members). This deletion, due largely to complaints from people who find atheism offensive, marks the second time MySpace has cancelled the group since November 2007.

What’s unique in this case is that the Atheist and Agnostic Group was the largest collection of organized atheists in the world. The group had its own Wikipedia entry, and in April won the Excellence in Humanist Communication Award (2007) from the Humanist Chaplaincy at Harvard University and the Secular Student Alliance.

“MySpace refuses to undelete the group, although it never violated any terms of service,” said Bryan Pesta, Ph.D., the group’s moderator. “When the largest Christian group was hacked, MySpace’s Founder, Tom Anderson, personally restored the group, and promised to protect it from future deletions.”

“It is an outrage if Rupert Murdoch’s News Corporation and the world’s largest social networking site tolerate discrimination against atheists and agnostics-- and if this situation goes unresolved I’ll have little choice but to believe they do,” said Greg Epstein, humanist chaplain of Harvard University. News Corporation, Murdoch’s global media corporation which also includes Fox News, purchased MySpace in 2005.

“My personal profile was deleted as well, and despite weeks of emails to customer service, plus a petition signed by 500 group members, MySpace won’t budge. I think these actions send a clear message to the 30 million godless people in America (and to businesses whose money was spent displaying ads on our group) that we are not welcome on MySpace,” said Pesta.

From : http://thedebrisfield.blogspot.com/

And http://naturalplane.blogspot.com/

Trip to the Crazy Bird Lady

During the course of my day, I do lot's of things. Some of them are best left unmentioned. This is one I think should be shared with the world. I had to go see someone I affectionately call the "Crazy Bird Lady". Whether she truly is crazy, it is not my place to judge. Her reality is definitely unique, much different than mine, which many would argue is not altogether the same as our consensual reality either. For me to call someone "crazy" actually has some merit, for I am a professional crazy man and sometimes actually work to improve my craziness without actually falling off the edge into true insanity. Many facets of my life rely upon this trait.

To make this diatribe shorter, I pulled up at her dilapidated mobile home in the middle of the New Mexico desert. I thought to myself "OK, this is interesting" as I was met by a cacaphony of barking from several mutt dogs. I thought for a second maybe I had the wrong address, as there did not seem to be many birds around, just lot's of trash and junk and several old cars rusting slowly into the desert. Jeff Foxworthy would love this place. After a minute or so, I see a figure emerge from an old camper shell and approach my vehicle. I say hello to her. She doesn't seem so bad. At least she is nice, if not a little shabbily dressed, though she did have this really big floppy hat. Then I get a real good look at the mobile home. I was wondering why she did not appear from the door of the mobile home like most other humans would do. This mobile home was piled full of old boxes and junk. Inside these boxes I could see little heads looking at me. "Oh my, this thing is full of chickens!" I thought to myself as I realized what was staring at me through the open doorway. Then the stench hit! Sort of a cross between death and poop, with some fetid animal feed thrown in the mix. All wafting slowly out the half open door. Great! I thought to myself, "This must be where they send the old ones to croak. I hope we don't have to go into there!" Additionally, I wondered where her house could be, if this chicken mausoleum was the only building to be seen for several miles. Very interesting.

The object of my trip this day was to purchase a Goose from this woman, to replace one a bear had eaten several weeks back, as winter was descending upon my wilderness home. And for a little more background, I was requested to bring my last remaining goose in the hopes he would pick out his new mate. Strange I thought, but no stranger than the weirdness I mess around with. I loaded my 35lb angry goose into a dog crate and drove him down the mountain to this woman's unique home to find him a new girly-friend.

Hoping to speed up this process, I ask where her geese are. Obviously bird's of this stature would not be able to climb the stairs into a mobile home, and I could see no other animals around except for a few chickens pecking at the ground. She says, "come with me" and ducks under several live electrical lines draped across an old truck and goes around the corner behind the mobile chicken sanatorium. I slowly follow, hoping her dogs don't decide to either hump my leg, bite me, or both, in no particular order. I make to corner and was instantly transported into some alternate avian reality. I mean, there were so many birds in this woman's back yard, I wondered how come I had not noticed it. Then I remembered, I was outside the space/time rift looking in.

I was greeted by no less than 50 GIANT Tom Turkeys all puffed up and strutting towards me. They did not stop until they were all pushing up against my legs from all directions. It was as if I had entered a giant field of jellyfish, all puffed out and crowding one another to get the one small fish in the middle. I have never been bothered by animals before, but this was truly creepy. It just felt wrong. There were so many chickens, ducks, geese, and turkeys, I thought Alfred Hitchcock had thrown up on the place. The turkey greeters were only the beginning. The rest were perched upon the roof of what had been the back porch of the mobile home. At least 100 more were there, staring down at us like big, puffy vultures. Some of the creepiest, skinny geese I have ever seen in my life were in this small 1 acre yard. And the chickens, well the ones who did not move into the mobile home, had burrowed into the desert sand and were living like rats under the mesquite bush. In fact, there were dead rat carcasses everywhere that the chickens had displaced. It had developed into some sort of ghoulish game for the geese to kill the rats, and they roamed in a large pack looking for more rat victims.

I turned my poor goose loose into this maelstrom. He was pissed from being shaken in the box, so when I opened it, he ran straight out. Bump! right into a very huge turkey, all puffed out. This was more than his goose brain could take, so he ran, as fast as his little goose feet would carry him, to a corner with masses of un-threatening little bantam chickens. He never would go anywhere near these strange geese, or the large alien puffy things strutting around like creatures from some other dimension. We ended up just grabbing the closest goose we could catch, and stuffing them both into the dog crate for the trip home. Fate was not with my goose, as he ended up with a male, and not a female to serve as his new partner. Oh well, can't have everything!

The lady said she had to go into her home to get something, and to wait here. I thought this should be interesting, and waited to see what was about to happen. I half expected her to go into the mobile home, but she went into a very small camper shell instead. It was not even on a truck! This was it. I figured out what had happened. The horde, and I say it lightly, HORDE of poultry had gradually got bigger and bigger, evicting this woman from her home in the process. They had moved into her home, forcing her to live in an old camper shell. It was actually very sad. This had all transpired after her husband had died several years ago. I am guessing her grief turned into a compulsive demon, spiraling her into an out of control collection of poultry. They had slowly taken over everything, and now have taken over her life, forcing her to live in a broken camper shell, while they live in the home. Her world is simply living in the shell and feeding all of these hungry birds. That is it. At this point, it probably cannot be reversed.

If this was not a trip to an alternate reality, I do not know what is.

The Downfall of Feminism?

I was watching the tube the other night and happened to catch the new episode of "Wife Swap", you know the really trite show where they take to polar opposite families and switch out the mom. Sort of like a modern version of feeding the Christians to the lions.

Anyway, for what it is worth, they took a family with a beauty pageant queen daughter, and a devout religious feminist (?) and placed them together. In one corner, looks mean everything and you must above all carry on the sparkle so everyone will like you and you can get more. In the other corner, looks mean nothing, and all that counts is work and study to better yourself in a man's world. The Beauty Queen was absolutely stunning but also spoiled rotten, and I have no doubt she could get whatever she wants from anyone. The Ultra-Feminists were, well they were ultra-feminist. All fat and hairy and totally unattractive in a frumpy sort of way, not that they could not like nice, they just didn't on purpose(why?).

Here is the gyst of my story. I am normally not very partial to spoiled, conformist, beauty queens or their enablers, but I found myself sympathetic to their side in this issue. Why would I choose these banal beauty addicts over something that is dear to the hearts of many of my sisters in the non-conformist world that I normally swim in? It is this simple fact: Power. As trite as the beauty queen's family was, they understood the basic concepts of power. Not electrical power mind you, but the power to get what you want in your world using every advantage you have got. The feminists (and to a large part the whole feminist movement) did not understand this. They were emasculating themselves to become outsider's in a man's world by denying the very power of the female. The female of our species has the ultimate power and control available in that she is considered a thing of beauty, and a sex object in many cases. It is VERY desirable to have a beautiful woman around, at least for men. I wager this, a stunningly beautiful woman, possessing a feminist wit and high intelligence is a truly powerful person. Much more so than any man can ever achieve. They can literally have ANYTHING if the cards are played right. Mind you, I do not see this as a bad thing. I wish I could do the same.

It is the basic right of a person to develop themselves as far as they can for their own happiness until ethics become an issue (eg. someone gets hurt). We need more empowered, and attractive women, same goes for men too. Anyone can look good, and they should. To actively look frumpy because you don't want to look like a stereotype is ludicrous and plays into the system designed to keep you down. If people do not try to look look attractive in some way, they are cutting off a whole chunk of their personal power. The ancients understood this. Sex is power. That is why many of the priestesses were also prostitutes way back in the Mesopotamia days.

Yes, men have built themselves into positions of corporate power, but really look at what happens to these fellows. They make a lot of money, but they sell out their ideals in the process. Their identity becomes the job, and they end up with nothing else to offer the world. They wind up slaves to their company and their position unless they are on the very top, and their families pay the price. Is it really success?

For the feminists to use the typical view of success as taught to most men is to aim at the wrong target. These guys are not real men. They are corporate zombies. A real man values his family enough that he would never sacrifice them for endless hours traveling and working to make more money, as normally happens. Success is not an all or nothing affair, it is measured in metered doses. Sounds to me like maybe many people drawn to these misguided feminist ideals are in reality hiding or lashing out against their own perceived inadequacies. They are, in a sense, selling out to their own ideals by limiting themselves. The bottom line in this people, is that we only go around once, and there really are no rules and basically anything goes. The only limiting factor is the consequences of our actions and who gets hurt. So why hurt yourself?

Ugliness is limitation if you force it upon yourself.

Spaceman Jesus?

I am not really sure what this is all about. I would most likely be considered a minion of Satan by this fellow. It is but another view of the twisted reality we all share, another neuro-pathway in the brain of the universe...

Spaceman Jesus

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Revelation 2012: DNA is the Word of God

I do not follow tradtional Christian views, but this is a very interesting read, found on Futurehi.net...

From John Jay Harper, author of the recently published "Tranceformers: Shamans of the 21st Century." Visit Harper and his work by clicking here.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." (John 1:1, KJV)

Former U.S. Marine and author Edward Arnold asks in 2012: Year of the Apocalypse, "After 2012, will the people of the world be ready to rely … on themselves … be ready to understand that the ‘power of god’ is within one’s own self?" By all indications, we are walking a slippery slope, teetering on the edge of the abyss right now. There are more than enough doom and gloom forecasts. Yet is that because we give our self-will power away to prophets, priests, physicians, and politicians? Of course it is, but why is it that some of us don’t do that? It is because we woke-up in this nightmare called history and remembered that we are co-creators, the self-reflecting mirror-images of God. This self-realization of our self-responsibility for the world we see today is in fact the focus of psychotherapist Paul Levy’s controversial new book The Madness of George W. Bush: A Reflection of Our Collective Psychosis.

For the larger truth is what we resist, persist. That if we refuse to look within ourselves individually and collectively to at least find the "lesser of two evils" when seeking solutions to problems, then we won’t see that these decisions are fed back to us as our perceived "reality." Or, in blunt terms, our psychology ultimately becomes our biology. What goes around comes around, too, although most of us "drama queens" create these "Reality-TV" soap operas without so much as a clue that this feedback loop was to be a lesson-learned, a wake-up call to our role in co-creation, not a coincidence. Usually when things go wrong we don’t turn inwards, we lash out at the world around us.

We play the blame game, and project onto "enemies" our own shortcomings in the dysfunctional, lopsided relationships. Overall, honestly, we don’t seek peace, do we yet? We seek "homeland security" at all costs. No doubt this is a dangerous strategy if you are the Commander-in-Chief of military forces employing gunboat diplomacy with nuclear-tipped pens as the entire planet can be destroyed in an outburst of "road less-traveled rage." A collective mushroom cloud temper tantrum and Tilt: Game Over. Is this what awaits our species in era-2012?

It is certainly one scenario, but my own visions of 2012 are more in line with those of John Major Jenkins in Maya Cosmogenesis 2012 and Daniel Pinchbeck in 2012: The Return of Quetzacoatl. That is to say, our future world order reflects an optimistic outcome if we wake up in time and deal with the chaos we have co-created within our environment. The destruction of natural resources via technology is finally coming back full-circle to bite us in the left-brain! My own hopefulness therefore is centered upon what such enlightened "egghead" peers of mine as cellular biologist Bruce H. Lipton reveals in The Biology of Belief, and aerospace software engineer Gregg Braden in The God Code: We are all living cells within the Mind of God. Also, Gary E. Schwartz’s latest insights titled The G.O.D. Experiments: How Science is Discovering God in Everything, Including Us is clearly a reason for celebration. He is the director of the Laboratory for Advances in Consciousness and Health at the University of Arizona, and a Harvard graduate after all.

In the words of distinguished Cambridge-educated bible scholar Godfrey Higgins (1771-1834), "Almost all the latter part of my life has been spent unlearning the nonsense I learned in my youth." Thus, one has to believe that there are more "corrections" to the treatise On the Origins of Species (1859) to follow soon as well. Especially so upon even a cursory review of this masterpiece by Michael Cremo, Human Devolution: A Vedic Alternative to Darwin’s Theory. Not only does this 554-page text reveal the connection to spiritualism by co-founder of the evolution hypothesis, Sir Alfred Russell Wallace, but it also speaks volumes as to how misinformed we all are about our origins. The greatest shock for me was to grasp how wrong it was for science and religion to exclude our direct connection to God as the starting point for creation. I mean we are not fallen creatures, we are heroes that volunteered for a bloody, nasty job!

God has taken us for a ride—not the other way around. We do not evolve; we revolve within a cycle that goes from consciousness to unconsciousness to consciousness. Time is circular in other words, not linear. It is as if we truly believed that the purpose of life is death rather then rebirth into higher realms of existence lifetime-after-lifetime. As a person who attended seminary myself at Brite Divinity School, Texas Christian University, in Ft. Worth, albeit so briefly I had barely unpacked my bags before I quit, I can certainly relate to this truth: We do seem to prefer the darkness over the light. But without hesitation, I can tell you that our history is not our destiny. The operative idea today is we must "unlearn the past," if we want our green-future to unfold more naturally. Let the sunshine in and see a new day dawning within a pristine restored Garden of Eden. Open the Gateway to God within our DNA and behold the vision I see in 2012—and beyond.

Welcome to The Fifth Dimension
"When the Moon is in the Seventh House, and Jupiter aligns with MarsThen peace shall guide the planets, and love will steer the stars.This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius."

In Moira Timms' book Beyond Prophecies and Predictions, she writes: "The name Quetzalcoatl is derived from the quetzal bird of Guatemala and Mexico. The quetzal had golden-green and scarlet plumage, and was considered the most beautiful of all birds. ‘Quetzal’ also means precious. ‘Coatl’ is serpent. In the Maya language, ‘Kukulcan’ means approximately the same thing. According to Hunbatz Men, ‘Ku’ is sacred, God. ‘Kul’ is coccyx, the base of the spine, where latent spiritual energy resides. ‘Can’ means serpent. ‘Kukulcan’ therefore is synonymous with ‘kundalini’—which is what the Kukulcan/Quetzalcoatl archetype is all about, of course. To be iconographically correct, however, the god Quetzalcoatl is not himself the feathered serpent, but the one who emerges from the serpent, just as the spirit emerges from the body through the top of the head, and the Morning Star emerges from the horizon." The Morning Star is Venus and is associated with the "savior myths" of self-sacrifice, salvation, and the Eternal Return of the Sun of God worldwide.

So the two Venus transits of our Sun between June 2004 and June 2012 is symbolic of the Second Coming of Christ Consciousness via the "uncoiling" in the serpentine double-helix strands of DNA the latent memories of our relationship to God. Therefore, more than all else, 2012 is the death of time and the rebirth of eternity within us; our cosmically-conscious sense of immortality is restored through the synchronization of our brain-heart cycle to the rising kundalini energy within our Milky Way, Sun, Earth. The symbol of the Ouroboros in mythology where the snake eats its own tail speaks to the consummation of this Alpha and Omega cycle, the beginning and ending of time. Again, the Mayan End-Time refers to the release of a bursting, twisting, uncoiling serpent of light residing in the constellation Sagittarius, rising out of the Mouth of God, the bulge in core of the Milky Way, striking the Earth on the Winter Solstice, December 21st, 2012. In a sublime, surreal way, the Mind of God is coming alive within our own brain cells; that is shifting our 4-D space-time perceptions of reality, by capturing our consciousness, literally. The biblical "rapture" is the experience of expanding one’s sense of self into eternity: The Fifth Dimension.

Despite the latest proclamations of Stephen Hawking, our task is not to abandon this planet! It is to clean it up and make it worthy as a dwelling place of the Most High. Going green is the key to our survival—not escapism! We need more "pagans"—country-dwellers—not more physicists! The 1970’s pioneer in biofeedback equipment development, Dr. Buryl Payne, stated this in Getting There Without Drugs: Techniques and Theories for the Expansion of Consciousness: "Maybe the brain serves merely as a link from the fifth dimension to the fourth one, like a kind of transformer. In the same way, our physical bodies serve to transform the brain processes into the third dimension. Telepathy may be simply the receptivity of one amplifier to the signals emanating from another." The fifth dimension is the common interface point between the "physical" space-time realms of life and the "spiritual" eternal realms of death.

Trance, as I learned, is the way we open a clear channel of communication through coherence, a phase-lock resonance in electronic terms, to all realms between our DNA "antennae" and that of the infinite beings co-existing within the Mind of God. Princeton and MIT-schooled Claude Swanson, Ph.D., confirms in The Synchronized Universe: New Science of the Paranormal: "Entering deep meditation states causes a synchronization of the vibrations of the DNA in the body, and it is very likely that this is one of the keys to ‘psychic superpowers.’ … ‘Phase’ acts like a fifth dimension which distinguished one parallel reality, one ‘universe’ from another." By the way, the fifth dimension is experienced every time we phase shift, switch, or "toggle" I like to say, between the so-called altered states of unconsciousness (Earth) and consciousness (Heaven).

Indeed, life is but a dream that we make lucid.
That is, "earth" in its current configuration—misaligned with the core of the Milky Way—puts us all under the "spell" of dense energy. Or as ethnobotanist Terence McKenna learned from talking to "magic mushrooms": The apocalypse is "the interiorizing of our body and the exteriorizing of our soul." It is the unification of our physical body with our spiritual body that we desire now. Specifically, a human being living in perfect harmony with the five elements of Nature—air, water, earth, fire, ether—is a light being. These have achieved the goal of alchemy, the union of opposites: "as above, so below, as within, so without." Thus, 2012 is also about creating miracles upon command. It is to manifest the desires of our heart that we seek when all is said and done. As Professor Leonora Leet, Ph.D., St. John’s University in New York, declares in The Secret Doctrine of the Kabbalah: Recovering the Key to Hebraic Sacred Science. "From the fifth dimension on we may see the highly developed soul … capable of synthesizing the atomic constituents of material particles [out of cosmic consciousness]." This then is the Holy Grail, the unification of physics and metaphysics, through the reactivation of our soul powers contained within DNA. Martin Schoenberger implied as much in his magnum opus The I Ching & The Genetic Code: DNA is a 3.1 billion love-letter sequence of instructions that turns the Word of God into human beings!

In short, we are light beings made of language!
Just as Francis Collins, M.D., the director of the US National Human Genome Research Institute highlights in his forthcoming book, The Language of God: "One of the great tragedies of our time is this impression that has been created that science and religion have to be at war." No doubt we will need to revisit the origins of warfare between our scientific as well as spiritual belief systems, if we are to remove the obstacles to peace worldwide now. How did we that profess the Word of God as the way, truth, and life become so bloodthirsty? Fourth century theologian Sallustius declared "to conceal the truth by myths prevents contempt of the foolish, and compels the good to practice philosophy," in On the Myths.

In a nutshell, we forgot how to decipher the "universal bar codes" to mythology.
Thus here is the question today: What truth is being concealed within the mythology of the Old and New Testament and The Mayan Calendar’s End-Date of 2012? It is this one that I write about in my book, Tranceformers: Shamans of the 21st Century, that each and every one of us is called to become Christ, a self-initiated shaman, an "anointed or chosen one"—as did Moses, Buddha, Jesus, Mohamed, and so many others. That we are lost "sinners" but only because we have "lost our minds," forgot our relationship to God: Our Great Self. Kelsey Graves could not have written more forcefully to convince us that we have been sold a fraudulent bill of goods by our orthodoxy than in his book The World’s Sixteen Crucified Saviors: Christianity Before Christ. "Several nations had also their Christs, though in many cases the word is differently spelled. Chrest, the Greek mode of spelling Christ, may be found on several of the ancient tombstones of that country."

Christ is a patchwork quilt of syllables that is traced to "HIS," "IES," "IASIOS," "IESIOS," in Greek then later to the Hebrew’s name "Yeshua," and ultimately simplified in English as "Jesus." To grasp how late in the day this happened, please note that the letter "J" did not come into common use until about the 14th century! Moreover, the Greek name Jesus Christ is a numerically coded word for the sequence "888" that signifies completion of the ages as in the Alpha and Omega. The beginning and the end of a 26,000-year time cycle, the so-called precession of equinoxes, is when our planet has, speaking geometrically, passed through the 12 houses or "mansions" of the Zodiac in the sky above our heads. This is why the prophets knew that a "savior" would come forth in the "meridian of time" because it happens like celestial clockwork all the time again and again and again when it is needed. Jesus is our brother; he came back to tell us to wake-up and smell the roses! But this Old, Old Story has become horribly misunderstood. It really got crazy when it went from a love story to a murder mystery! As it was to merely set the stage for the Eternal Return of the Sun of God to mankind worldwide circa 2012. An angel told the Prophet Enoch that this Son of Man archetype existed even "Before the sun and the signs were created, before the stars of heaven were formed, his name was invoked in the presence of the Lord of Spirits."

Writing in The Myth of God Incarnate, Frances Young confirms that with respect to Jesus, he "is the archetypal man and the archetypal Son of God in whom we become sons of God, fellow-heirs with Christ who will bear the image of the man of heaven." This is the insight that Saul of Tarsus received on the road to Damascus: "I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me." (Gal. 2:20) It is this inner realization that will transform mankind, "Till we all come in unity of the faith, and of the gnosis of the Son of God, unto the perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ." (Ephesians 4:13)
Canadian theologian Tom Harpur realized years ago that our modern concept of Christ is a misnomer for "The ancients placed at the myth’s center an ideal person who would symbolize humanity itself in its dual nature of human and divine. This ideal person—the names were Tammuz, Adonis, Mithras, Dionysus, Krishna, Christ, and many others—symbolized the divine spark incarnate in every human being, the element ‘destined ultimately to deify mankind,’" and says so in his book The Pagan Christ. Thus, here is the really "good news": The Da Vinci Code of Christ Consciousness is written within our DNA!

Most specifically, I refer to what Elaine Smitha outlines in If You Make the Rules, How Come You’re Not Boss? "Perhaps junk DNA contains all the secrets of the universe, including those unconscious potentials you have yet to discover. Perhaps it is this DNA that allows you to travel without your body into starry realms. Maybe that is where you go in your dreams. Quite possibly intuition, psychic powers, and remote viewing (non-local information gathering) fall into the realm of this amazing communication channel. Perhaps with a relaxed mind, you can tap into the prime DNA alphabet soup for transport. It’s absolutely fascinating to consider."
That is, it is DNA that shape-shifts us between our subtle energy soul light body form and dense energy physical matter body form lifetime-after-lifetime. If you will, you can’t kill us because we can switch back and forth from a physical and non-physical body faster than the speed-of-light. We do this information transfer right now in fact. We toggle between our two bodies at the cellular level each and every second within the zero-point field in order to recreate our cells and the world around us. I wasn’t certain of this until a maverick science writer, Lynne McTaggart of London, England published The Field: The Quest for the Secret Force of the Universe. She confirmed to my demanding satisfaction: "Death may be merely a matter of going home or, perhaps, staying behind—returning to The Field." The Field is the Mind of God. This is gnosis, the knowing that we all hunger to rediscover now leading up to Revelation 2012. It is what Apostle Paul called "Even the mystery which hath been hid from ages and from generations; Christ in you, the hope of Glory." (Colossians 1:26-27)

In summary, the truth is all creation is contained within the Mind-Body of God. There is nothing "outside" to God as God is the center and circumference of the cosmos at once—omnipresent. God is in constant contact with every atom and all life forms via the zero-point field and its DNA "messenger molecules" and this truth then establishes the bedrock for all science of soul wisdom teachings. In other words, to be a Christ means to possess Cosmic Consciousness and thereby be able to access the knowledge of heaven on earth. And as Alan F. Alford of Walsall, England heartily declares: "Ancient sages believed that the future destiny of mankind lay in a return to the Source, i.e. to God and Heaven. The death of the body, they said, did not mark an end but rather a critical mid-point in the human existence. Those who had the secret knowledge could retrace the path to the Heavenly Source and enter the gates to the lost paradise." Now that is the deeper meaning to the Lord’s Prayer: "Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will Be Done on Earth as it is in Heaven!"

A-men.

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