This so-called summer has been the worst I can remember. Ever. Chris has started calling it "sum-week" because we've only had that many warm (not hot, mind you) days. Global warming, my ass! These pictures were taken in mid-April:
By the middle of August, the blackberries are usually ripe to bursting. Here they are as of today:
Every time we do have a sunny day, we get this:
See how they spread:
WTF! And less than an hour later, we've got this:
This happens all the time. It's not like Port Hardy has a big, busy airport. It is puny. It can't even accommodate a jet. Yesterday, Chris saw chemtrails in the sky at 5:00 AM. It was still dark. I find it hard to believe that commercial flights out of Port Hardy would start so early. This sucks.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
"Every man and every woman is a star."
- "The Book of The Law", by Aleister Crowley.
Visual metaphor: Imagine an opaque, hollow sphere, it's surface covered with billions of holes of various size and distribution. The holes are not static. They open and close and move around. There is a single source of light. This light is everywhere and goes on forever, outside the sphere.
This image came to me years ago, as a way of visualising the identity of the One and the many. The light represents infinite awareness, or the One, (God by my definition). As the light, or awareness, passes through the holes of the sphere, it perceives itself in the form of all the other light-emitting holes. In this way, the One becomes the many. Each of the holes provides a unique perspective on the whole. The light passing through a hole corresponds to the experience of individuality.
Today, I was pondering what stars are, not so much physically, but in the sense of energy and awareness, which are probably the same thing. It occured to me that the above visual metaphor could be taken in an interesting new direction. The sphere's interior, when viewed through a hole, would look exactly like a clear night sky. (Please note that this is a symbolising, right-brain exercise and I am not suggesting that we really live in a physical hollow sphere.) Maybe the stars we see, are our real bodies, and this world, as well as the forms we appear to inhabit, are virtual simulations. Perhaps the entire simulation is generated by one star, the one we call Sol. Maybe this is not the only simulation we, as stars, participate in. Maybe our star-selves can visit any or all of the star-generated virtual worlds...
Friday, August 19, 2011
A close relative of mine is like this. I asked her why. She said, "I don't want to know this stuff because there's nothing I can do about it". I suspect her answer is very typical. What these human ostriches don't seem to understand is: if everybody knew what was going on, it couldn't. That's all I would ask of any one. Just see. You don't have to martyr yourself. That wouldn't help anyway. It would just deplete our collective strength. It's true, one person alone can't free the world from the clutches of the control system. (That's a good thing actually.) But...
One person can free their own mind. One person can make a choice to withdraw their loyalty to the system, to refuse to lift a finger to defend it, to stop policing their fellow humans on it's behalf. One person can psychologically prepare themselves to let it go. One person can stop parroting MSM propaganda and start telling the truth in public. One person can choose to become a responsible and sovereign being, an adult in a meaningful sense. One person can begin to imagine a better way.
There is reason for hope. People resort to denial because it is too painful for them to give conscious consent. That means, if they knew the truth, they couldn't willingly serve the control system anymore. That's why they avert their eyes. It's not because they haven't got a conscience; it's because they still do. Yes, it hurts when you realise what foul abominations your ignorance has made you party to, past and present. I know it hurts your pride to have to admit that you have been, and still are, enslaved. But your willingness to face that pain is the sole thing that can end the horror show.
There is something you can do, something only you can do. You can look and you can see. Then you can search your own heart and make an inner choice. Please, please, please. It's all I ask.