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A New Study Circumvents a 178-year-old Theory
Scientists have figured out a way to create and cancel magnetic fields from afar.
https://www.space.com/amp/magnetic-fields-created-from-afar
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WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE??
In this time in America, with its given increasingly palpable social paranoia-level and in our new world where over-obsessive, flat-out hysteria has become norm-public scenario, we must ask ourselves just precisely how RATIONAL are these once-obscure FEARS that’ve gripped the greater majority of us, now that in fact most of us behave as if we suddenly have those FEARS?
An amount of time since the Outbreak struck March of this year, now heading outta November. All over a super-contagious, potentially deadly virus that now still continues to grow worse. “The churches will be packed by Easter!” 7rump had snarled non-whimsically that month.
The country actually had to be shut down for two months, with one economic relief payment distributed publicly nationwide, and because many Republican governors are against masks, there are many places in this country that, quite shockingly, have been “packed” up with maskless people all bunched in together, nevertheless, everyone pressed up all together like sardines in a damn can.
And people still fly everywhere within the US; millions of Americans just traveled this past Thanksgiving, despite the koronavirus being the worst it’s been yet, with more than a quarter million Americans now having painfully died from it. Godammit, 7rump, there’s no wonder a great majority of We US citizens, along with the electoral college, ACTUALLY LITERALLY DID physically vote Biden to kick down the door of the oval office with a shotgun, and FIRE YOUR ASS. AND TAKE OVER. GOODBYE, YOU FUCK-UP.
YOU FUCKED EVERYTHING UP!! America is much worse, not greater, and now your fans are armed and pissed ’cause YOU LOST THE ELECTION. I honestly new that was your plan all along, you DESPICABLE HEARTLESS SCUMBAG!! GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL, DO NOT PASS FUCKING GO!!! //-MIKE EYE 🌀🌀🌀🌀
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THIS NEW DEFINING YEAR 2020 🌪🌪
Hello hard bloggers of the real and the intense. 🔥
Eye am back to DARKESOTERIKA after an interesting, most enriching time running KULLING VOICES for several months, a kontroversial faKebook TOOL group I created to virtually monitor the most anticipated FEAR INOCULUM U.S. TOUR 2019.
Eye was kurrently flourishing with much Winter excitement, kulling rewarding opportunities amid a snowy bounty of high-yield, all-natural white inspiration at Killington Resort in Vermont, February 2020, lining up my loving passion in hopes of reaping more relentless results for the sequel to The Aqueous Transmission this defining year of my writing career, and of all lives.
Welkome, friends. And stay awhile. ☆☆☆☆☆
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Thank All 444 of You For Following Me. -Mike Eye ⊙
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You Are Not Welcome Beneath The Hollow. Won’t You Join Us? 😉
From the Un-Brand New Sequel to The Aqueous Transmission by MIKE EYE
Chapter 4
“So you remember nothing of our trek here to this place?” pressed Magdalena to her pet a few days later. The two were starting to warm up to each other again. They were inside a makeshift tent they had scrounged together from various discards found around the Hollow.
“Nothing at all, except that I love you, beautiful!”
“But you don’t even remember me! How can that be?”
“I’m not sure!” stated the little snake contemplatively, “the old mystic may have used his magic to implant a false memory into my brain. I do somehow remember that this was a skill the reptilians from Orion specialized in.”
“Somehow remember? So… you think the old man’s really a reptilian from Orion?” asked the Mother. “Or that even you may be?”
“No, I’m quite sure I’m from somewhere else. The old man says he’s from Sirius, but that could be a lie. I tend to think it’s not, though. I figure if Al Rodnam had wanted to fully sway me into believing he’s from a particular star system, he would have just implanted that notion into my brain instead of just telling me.”
“Really? So, where do you think you’re from?” asked Lina.
“Somewhere in the Pleides,” replied Amrita.
“No way! That’s where that old fucker said I was from!”
“Really? Do you believe him?” Amrita was genuinely surprised.
“Hell no!”
“So you think we are both from somewhere else?”
“At least you are,” said Magdalena. “I highly doubt that you and I are from the same place. When you were a robot, I didn’t even think you were a real being! As for me, I’m still trying to prove to myself that I’m not from the Pleides, because, as much as it seems ludicrous, I can’t ignore the fact that it may be true. By the way, how are you able to Speak to me without a human tongue or vocal cords?”
“Telepathy. No audible waves needed in the transfer. Only you can hear me, Lina. So, what about you?” asked the snake, most eager. “How much and how far back do you remember?”
“Unfortunately, I remember the journey here entirely,” said the Mother. “Even Mandorla’s wretched Birth. Especially Mandorla’s wretched Birth. Despite Mandorla’s wretched Birth. But not much before that.”
“Really? So you remember everything I did while I was in this ‘robot-cat’ form all the way over here to this Hollow that just so happens to contain the portal to my secret world that the old man seems to suspiciously Know about?” asked Amrita excitedly.
“I do,” Magdalena replied, “but not before the moment I first Woke Up somewhere deserted, destroyed, and discombobulated. Intuitively, I Knew it was Earth, though, albeit an Earth now clearly expired. And I was all alone. All alone ‘cept for you, Rita.” After momentary awkward silence, Lina nodded briskly. “But, yah, I have stories of our dreaded, screwy adventures all the way back to that Point. Do you wish to know, Rita?” Although she thought she could somehow recognize her best friend through the new guise, Magdalena still felt it rather odd to call the tiny little snake who slithered at her foot ‘Rita’ due to the lamellose disposition of the divine little debutant, it being distinctly diverse from Robot-Rita.
“Yesss,” the snake replied instantly, “please tell me.”
“Well the first, most relevant thing that comes to mind is the warning you gave me just before the crazy old man transmuted you from an android to a serpent before my very eyes,” said Magdalena.
“Yesss, what warning did I give you, precious? I’m literally dying to know!?” The snake was sincere.
“You cautioned me about how much we cannot trust the old man!” Lina quickly replied forcefully, yet holding her breath, “and how he ultimately seemed to be altering select memories from me.” The woman looked around to see if Al Rodnam was anywhere near. “And despite your previous reputation of being 99.999999999% accurate as a feline-styled android, not to mention that you were my best and only friend around, I still refused wholeheartedly to listen to any sort of reason you may’ve been trying to give me… that is, until you showed me what actually occurred at that mystical Pond that we came across on our journey over here. The One beside which I finally found, and then lost, my precious daughter; the One beside which we were first confronted by the old man.
“I showed this to you, you say?” The snake was confused yet curious. “How?”
“You showed me the events of “the Aqueous Transmission” that you recorded with your bot-cam while I apparently was under a controlled trance, and then played it back to me on your cat-tummy’s holographic display! These events I Watched myself undergo after they took place completely contradicted what I remember having actually happened!”
“That is cccertainly most peculiar, Mother…” said the snake slyly with a fierce forked-tongue slither. “Wow, I could record and play videos? Cool! And… how peculiar it is about your warped memories! Oh dear! We do surely find ourselves in quite a quandary…”
“You could do a lot of things as a robot, Rita. I miss that you, quite frankly. But, alas, at least now you have showed and allowed me access to your secret inner world with the rejuvenating pond and all. At least that’s something.”
“Oh, it’s something grand, Mother. Something truly miraculous. I tell you, do not misjudge the Power of My World and the Prowess of My Word!” the serpent stated joyously before becoming pensive. “You and I must try out damndest never to speak of or show it to the old man. You Know dear, that very Pond You Speak of, when Used by You during the Peak of your menstrual cycle upon precisely when My Blood Moon is Full, will allow you to continue existing forever, my love. The bountiful Baths of Breña will recharge you, but you must bathe exactly every 28 days. And You can Only get to this Pond through me, from the Hollow Above.”
“So you say,” the Mother pondered. “Don’t you find it rather curious that the old man new exactly where to bring us? It must be no accident we’re Settling right here beside the portal. But who exactly really is this old man/sky dolphin so suspect who can shapeshift and sidestep space so mysteriously and Outshine Us so? He says he’s my son and calls me ‘Mother.’ And he can morph into his giant flying dolphin form at will, so it seems.”
“Ah, yes. His true form. All I really Know is that he’s from Sirius. Or at least so he claims.”
“He’s told me that, too,” said Magdalena. “I don’t trust him at all. I’m starting to resent the fact he’s still alive, Rita. I don’t like the man. Or the dolphin, whatever. I would have no problem killing him. Except he Knows about my Unborn, and I’m a very curious girl. Besides, there’s a good chance he’s the only other living creature on the Planet, right? Ha! Now that you’re no longer a cat-bot I hesitate to ask precisely how good of a chance that may be, technically speaking.”
“100%. No, I’m joking, I honestly am not able to tell for sure. It seems bleak, though.”
Lina suddenly broke out into an overly-exaggerated, super loud laughter. “No Shit! Now, that’s something! You’re no longer able to do a global positioning scan on the Planet, but now you jest! I didn’t Know serpents had a sense of humor! That’s hilarious!”
Amrita slithered her tongue about a few times, then added, “Yesss, well, the events I forsee us undergoing are anything but.”
“How can you tell?” asked the Mother.
“It’s just a feeling. The radioactive fallout is adding some intense vibrations to an already exceedingly potent atmosphere. We should attempt to visit my Underworld as often as we can, but inconspicuously. There’s no telling what may happen to the world and humanity if Al Rodnam gains access to it.”
“That won’t happen,” the Mother quickly replied. “Do you think he’s even biologically capable of accessing the portal, Rita?”
“I do believe he is, yes. But in order to pass through, his body and mind would need to be bonded to both you and me. Then taken to Our ssecret sspot. The place you can’t let anyone know about. And I don’t see all that happening. Other than that, he may be able to also gain entry through any Solar-aligned, Consciously constructed megalithic stone structures still present anywhere across the land, and from what you tell me about the looks of things on our way over here, it seems highly unlikely any still stand. We should still be mindful of this, though.”
“Wow, really? Are you sure? How do you Know this stuff if you can’t even remember living your life in your other form?”
“True Memories and True Prophecies are accessed by different means due to the varying frequency of each of the Source signals’ Consciousness Streams that emanate from our Milky Way’s Sun. Which is Intimately Inter twined with the Pleides and Alcyone, its Central Sun, Mind You. You Know this, too, Lina, if but only subconsciously. My reptilian nature tells me this, although I do not think I’m from Orion. And I feel extremely intense energies on this wrecked planet right now and it’s definitely due to precisely where we are. And if the old man Knows about the Inner Earth access here, which I believe he does, we must be constantly vigilant, Lina.”
“Always,” Magdalena quickly replied with a fist and resolve. “Now you’re starting to sound like your old self again!” Lina gave Rita the slightest smile.
“Literally everything depends on what we choose to do from here, it would seem.”
“Well let’s make shit happen, then!” the Mother retorted excitedly, believing she had more power than she did. “Something from the inside is telling me that my humanity, my sisters, are somewhere still Here; they were to be saved at all costs, and I was to be their savior.” She paused. “Ha! Delusions of grandeur much, beautiful??!” Inside Her Dark Head, Magdalena frequently called herself ‘beautiful.’
“Yesss,” replied Amrita seriously, “I sense this is true.” The little snake turned its little head to look Magdalena straight in the Eyes. “And the direction of our stellar precession from here forward will be navigated by You, Mother.”
Mother Magdalena’s golden dress glittered with eldritch at Amrita’s profound statement, and it was then she Knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the snake was right. -MIKE EYE
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☆ 14. ETHER EXPANSIVE
The Glorious 13th Entry into Dark Esoterika & the Technosphere, A Curious Insect Forever To Be Caught In The World Wide Web
from THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION, a novel by mike eye
EPISODE III.
Chapter 14.
HAVING JUST BEEN CONJOINED AND LIBERATED, REBIRTHING ITSELF INTO timeless deep-space from the Void just below a very high-octave density level, there existed now a unique cluster of massless potential energy that was receiving a summons, in subtle song, to come help with grave issues relating to Planet Earth of the Milky Way.
The particular cluster of partiki pre-matter of which we follow in this tale, not quite existing yet among countless others everywhere, consisted of three veiled, vacant slots, and it would now be the sole objective of this high Oversoul cluster to opportunely fill these spots with supportive living metaphysical sustenance.
A powerful force of an individually relevant sense of mentorship was the first influential subtle energy to infuse itself into the particular cluster of which we follow, singing itself sullenly into being, providing our cluster with an unbelievably important message. It slowly materialized, wrapping itself around the invisible, young little unlit bulb of energy, forming around its perimeter a compatible morphogenetic field which lightly began cradling it to the tune of righteousness as it began expanding far outward to touch distant ends of space unimagined. This energy of guidance came to occupy the first of the three metaphysical slots in this awakening cluster. It carried with it a special program of intimate direction, rocking the embryonic iota of the orb not yet completely activated, nursing it inherently just as any One of its kind would customarily do to its youthful contents soon after it detached itself from the intergalactic Hollow and departed singly from it.
And as it did this, just as simply as nature existed naturally, the unseen husk of the energy cluster began receiving transmissions of specified frequencies in slight jolts, the important, individualized message of guidance coming to reach the very essence of the husk in visions, consequently causing another power to fill the second vacant slot within it. Coming to reside within this second slot was the ethereal power of which would supply the hidden husk with a very specific willful Intention to desire carrying out its overall destined duty. In time, the little husk was to become gradually more receptive to this newfound High energy, as it would come to recognize that this High message had been sent directly to it, personally.
But not until it was to collaborate with a third, most vital unifying power of pure, white liquid-light. It was only after this collaboration with the liquid-light that the energy cluster was to then become fully whole, allowing the potentially charged, explicit energy brimming from the completed husk to finally be able to reclaim its ultimate true union via quantum flux, so becoming eligible to spawn into an individual system of intergalactic expansion.
It was similar to all other energy husks that subtley idled in potentia, awaiting its own personal guidance, its inner realization of Truth, and its supreme plasmatic ignition: the three necessary activations for a subtle husk to be able to come into itself and become alive with its consciously directed High energy. A completed subtle husk, with its three slots filled, would then not only be able to materialize into matter, but also be able to influence other potential energies through perpetual projections of its own unique astral sound vibrations in conjunction with its own lucid light radiations, both of which would come to project themselves within the widest full-spectrum range of cycles per second, coming to mingle with the zillions of other already energized, full subtle husks throughout galaxies wide and far.
These zillions of similarly conjoined, sentient entities were spread out all over no place in particular, yet present everywhere at Once, perpetually generating concealed patterns of intimate Sacred Geometry and eliciting a most passionate harmonization by means of their interconnectedness. There and far out, countless awakened twinkling husks of Consciousness resonated in deep-space; noble, formless, flowing fragments of individual data programs, fully energized and encoded with their own unique explicit message from some mystifying, flourishing force present throughout galaxies far and wide, their intended commanding High forces overtaking them to synchronically kindle across the cosmos their flashing pulses of sacred data amongst themselves most wonderfully, like serotonin snapping in-between synapses in the brain.
Each subtle husk of electrically fed quantum energy that came to propagate throughout interstellar existence was each individually directed from some separate contacting force heeding from some disclosed location, and each had shed itself free from the Hollows of Intergalactica, the veiled fragments ultimately coming to habitually dance together with invisible yet lucid distinction in pitch Darkness, fluxing vigorously subsequent to the arrival of their three phosphorescent counterparts. All the husks always unendingly honored their channeled mentorships without question, so gaining the ability to eternally spawn themselves into hyperspace intentionally, with great purpose, each cluster forever pulsing with warm quantum information, each heedful always of that unique bond that was meant for it exclusively.
This enigmatic High network of limitless subtle clusters so filled with High energy linked to the Unified Field, and was the very network Mother Magdalena’s mighty “PRAP-Q.C.” synchronoscope synchronized with. But One very specific cluster out of the zillions strewn about galaxies endlessly afar — indeed the very fine husk so vital to this horrific tale of such extreme adversity — was the One that would deliver a most critical message to a certain significant someone special, somewhere extraordinary.
As a ritual art rendered anew Once again, after having received a most potent shock of insight, our subtle spec of three jointly operating energies, the very husk we follow in our story, came to illuminate most vibrantly across the heavens with subtle shades of blue, and was immediately ‘turned on’ to the fact that — now that it had become its specific time to do so — the spec was to forthwith commence resonating vibrantly with perpetual purpose from its clandestine Source. It struck a chord, in chorus, with the notes of its rhythmic willful intent, the notes of reverberation from its interaction with the Unified Field of energy transmitting outward in all directions, and the notes of the melodic force of the Holy resonance it was picking up from its newborn magnetic correlation to an area in the Milky Way not at all distant from the planet Jupiter.
And now, the particular energy cluster that had been called to assist Earth became fully aroused by its thin encasement of fibers, shook a tad. Precisely aligning itself with its purpose, the cluster collided with a fierce glare, awakened from its forgetfulness, and manifested itself accordingly, instantaneously igniting into a pocket of astral radiance that eventually accumulated into an interstellar cloud.
The dark cloud drifted through the cosmos, riding its personal plasma lattice, propelled by the electromagnetic energy of the interstellar radiation field.
Before long, the cloud came to a standstill just above the atmosphere of the mighty Jupiter. Within that vicinity, the interstellar cloud constellated into an exactness, becoming denser as its gas pressure locked into balance with the potential energy of the immense planet’s internal galactic gravitational force.
Over a course of several Jupiter-years, denser and denser pockets of molecular hydrogen developed within the cloud as it gradually transformed into a noticeably bright, colorful stellar nursery destined to give birth to many relevant stars that would occupy the sky around Jupiter for a long, long time.
The molecular hydrogen that formed from the nursery entered Jupiter’s orbit, finding legitimacy through the symbiotic relationships it then made with drifting carbon monoxide molecules therein. It began mingling with the vast clouds of ammonia crystals found throughout the vicinity, the resulting chemical formulations adding force to some of the gas giant’s fierce turbulences.
A very intense, precisely calculated storm was brewing.
No matter how far they spread out, every aspect of the compounds that included the molecular hydrogen from the stellar nursery all functioned as One in the same, all being encoded with the same intention: to help Earth in a very particular manner with a very particular problem at a very particular time, heeding the order from that which beckoned it. This particular network of energetic compounds waited patiently for the interior of the mammoth planet to reach a precise heat level, a level with which the network could perceive as keenly as its binding to it was intuitively obliged.
Magic(k) then occurred precisely as Jupiter’s core reached the appropriate heat level, a critical temperature that just so happened to be the same exact hotness as the center of the apocalyptic Fucked-Earth at that very moment in time, which also turns out to be the precise instance whereupon Fletcher Munsin’s Unholy Cum will finally drop down atop a be-doomed surface of the Earth planet, igniting total disaster.
The intentional weather system of the relevant molecular compounds merged with a nearby gathering of Water clouds to generate a mammoth, exceptionally high-charged bolt of lightening that struck two perfectly analogous positions on both Jupiter and Earth, simultaneously, with both positions geographically proportional to their respective spherical coordinates.
The Conscious Essence of the interstellar cloud that had triggered the interplanetary synchronized electrical strikes was now able to promptly align itself with the luminosity and still aquatics of Jupiter’s moon, Europa.
It remained distillated for an undisclosed amount of time inside the vast ocean within the ultra-smooth lil’ Luna. The Essence was calculating the astral plot points in the Milky Way that mapped out the spiral course from its location inside Europa to a significant position on Earth where it could be extremely valuable in the very near future.
As soon as the proper coordinates had been configured, the concentration of the relevant molecular compounds solidified themselves within the body of a contemplative aquatic Europian that resided therein. It projected itself inside the humble little creature known as Nammu — who looked very much like a shrunken dolphin — and became One with her, instantly awakening her Soul who, it just so happened, had been recently seeking out the significance of its being by entreating upon the vibrant, newly-formed stellar nursery in the sky around Jupiter from whence the molecular compounds had indeed come.
Fulfilled with the Knowledge that revealed the exact direction of her purpose, the enlightened little Europian then rode the spiral to Earth, surfing and splashing against the wavering rift of a celestial ocean. She was drawn by a mysterious force, and she fell upon some intense, incredibly intriguing patterns of stardust and aurorae on her happy little way toward Earth.
When she arrived at her destination, the noble Nammu was disheartened to find herself surrounded by a very small body of water that was much smaller than her Home on Europa. She swam a slight ways to the top of the tiny waterbed and poked her Head out at the surface.
Surrounding the Europian creature above Water was the most vibrant expanse of lush green jungle, a charm of nature the lil’ creature had never before seen. Nammu gawked in amazement at the magnificent display of vigorous plants of all different sizes and textures that were wonderfully arrayed before her, coolly swaying in a light Earthly breeze. She took in a vital breath, filling her lungs with the fresh, colorful air that was wafting by.
The lil’ creature remained absolutely stricken for quite some time, completely awed by the scene. She would’ve loved to go exploring, she thought to herself, but alas her nature bound her to the liquidness of life. At least for now.
In the near distance, atop a quaint grassy knoll, the little dolphin creature caught sight of a very short and hairy old male human being with a huge grizzly grey beard who was peacefully positioned in the posture of the lotus, appearing to be in Deep Contemplation. The little creature also noticed that the small pool she now found herself partly submerged in was actually in the middle of a tiny stream that quietly rippled into and out of the small pool on either end. Comfortable inside the peaceful pond, her Head poking out of it inquiringly, Nammu smiled and felt an innate spiritual bond with the peaceful old man; to deliver a message to him was the very reason she was here. Her High Intelligence forthrightly bonded her to both the old man and the body of Water she found herself within. The effect was biological, mental, and emotional.
Nammu knew she had to communicate with the old man soon. But now, she recognized, was just not the time. Swimming a short distance to the bottom of the lake, the lowly little Europian marked her posture and made herself comfortable, yet very much aware, as she began meditating at the lake’s bottom, turning over glorious thoughts in her mind as she patiently waited for the right moment to deliver the message in the meantime. The lil’ being aimed to focus for a time upon the confusion and environment-shock she felt, and then shed the sensation from her mettle.
Before long, after she was to attain the most prolific endeavor of conveying to the old man that it was then time, the little Europian inherently knew that she would then be reassured that her presence now in this place was not only significant, but somehow related to the very Spirit of all existences everywhere. -MIKE EYE
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The Process.
[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] – Exhibit C.
The process is piece by piece with repetition of ill matter
I’m on a mission to fill fatter spots than ducks splatter
Duck & gather your things & run far
‘Cause I’m flippin’ this spit in your eardrum
My repertoire is to come correct with this affection
Alarming like detection / ‘cause I’m startlin’ you
With effects from sessions / & then next,
My words will bust through your head like sex lust
‘Cause you’re bein’ fed with this verbal lead of complex thrusts
Shit’s ill / as I switch up the sick skill,
Flipped / unexpectedly like fate when karma trains slip
Off track & spill / destiny / a wreck successfully in check
Like you’ll be / when it’s your face that I fill
With toxic cum of Holy Shit
Spillin’ ridiculousness of ill words of sickness on your tits
I flip & smoke the tree,
Lettin’ it loose over the façade of God’s land,
In my own space pod / I command the beat
& enhance the mindset / for you to understand
The deceit in bittersweet trances of silhouettes
In fact the threat / of cracked regret / of shit lost
Is past / so I can cross / & surpass the laws
That’ve been lettin’ tax upset the bots
Who kicked back / relaxed / & forgot the max cause,
The facts that don’t pause / in bein’ more ever present & clear
Than the voices a paranoid s-s-schizophrenik hears
Enter Fear: I am near the horizon that’s Blood Red
& I’m feelin’ the rain starting to sprinkle with the wind
I’m parting with sin. -MIKE EYE
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The State of the World, Undressed, by MIKE EYE
ORIGINALLY BLOGGED BY MIKE EYE ON NOVEMBER 14, 2016 @ DARKESOTERIKA.COM
The State of the World, Undressed
By MIKE EYE
What really is going on upon, within, and just outside of Earth right now??
Okay, let’s get a bit more specific. Let’s Zero-In on the dreaded topic of the well-oiled Machine of US Politricks that is in desperate need of some figurative WD-40. Or not. Let’s talk Ruport Murdock (who’s personal net worth is now supposedly close to 12 BILLION USD).
I don’t write political articles very much because I honestly don’t see the point. I personally “got over duality” some 20-odd years ago. But, alas, I am still an American Citizen, so if I don’t mention it every so often, some people would consider me apathetic, which would, in all reality, most likely just be a dingy, undesired representation of their misjudgement of me.
But, let’s seriously ask ourselves, what the fuck just really happened in the past month or…
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FACT: RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE WAS SUPPRESSED !!!!
Crystal Earth and Geomancy
World events are a universally repeating and occurring archetype whose dynamic is the need to achieve a state of recollection significant enough to go beyond the possibility of self-destruction.
1.29.4.21, Kin 63: Blue Spectral Night
Earth is a living intelligence system with its own evolutionary momentum. Whenever it is about to enter into another evolutionary stage it sends out a “signal” through the underlying crystalline grid that holds its whole field structure together. This recent signal has been heard and is being voiced at Standing Rock Reservation, the largest Native American mobilization for the Earth in history. https://www.facebook.com/WinonaLaDukeHonorTheEarth/
World events are a universally repeating and occurring archetype whose dynamic is the need to achieve a state of recollection significant enough to go beyond the possibility of self-destruction. Our Earth Timeship is now saturated with memory fragments of lost and destroyed worlds. The works of Jose Arguelles/Valum Votan have scarcely been realized on this planet. His 1983 work, Earth Ascending, deserves to be well studied for those interested in the key maps which describe (in computer-adaptable binary code) the Total Memory Pattern of the Planet.
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![[The Vagina is the Stargate] from [Moon Venus Mercury] by [O’Heru]](https://mike33eye.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/transmutation_circle_by_eagyn-d42fbgn.jpg?w=825&h=510&crop=1)
[The Vagina is the Stargate] from [Moon Venus Mercury] by [O’Heru]
FROM CODE RED TO COLD DEAD, SOUNDTRACK TO THE END-TIMES.
And Eye Kwote(d),
“{{“2012. It has Now been recognized that after considering all the occult-myth-cosmology-spirituality-disinformation that has been recorded from and spread out all over the world at different time periods throughout our prophetic History-faulty-Equinox-“progression”-“Devilution”-End-Times-transition-aqueous-transcension-Revelation, and after contemplating it extensively—and, yes, Eye am hereby predicting near-future occurrences—I am thoroughly convinced that, yes, the God-Creator of Us (as in We Human-species-Homo-Sapien-hybrid beings) will Reveal itself/themselves to the “U.S..” This will be jointly perceived by “US” as an overall intensely shocking Collective-Consciousness-Revelation given the great majority of most of the Earth’s current living human populations’ severely limited Consciousness-Self-Actualization-At-One-Out-of-Tune-ment. It/They will Reveal Itself/Themselves anytime from Now (2012 AD) until The End of 2017 AD with the majority of the peak alien Visitation/Astral-and-Radial 4-D Psychotronic Interference to occur On/In Timeship Earth 2013, precisely ten years after the Horrid “H Event.” {time splice}
The “landing” (made denser to 3-D), although still semi-etheric, will be greatly misinterpreted at First, and in many different ways, due to variance of the human-group-thought-form-“Theological Perspectives” among the greatly overpopulated, severely un-evolved masses of modern Fucked separated society that has caused all the Intense global grid distortions over the length of this, the ultimate epoch of Inhuman mass Mind-Body-Soul-Water-Light-Ice-Plazma-Ki-sorry-excuse for a “conjoined” Collective Conscious external experimentation that has disgracefully been covertly underway for a long, long, long, long time, outwardly disguised as “beneficial” and “proper” discourse to be exemplified by a modern/retro/modern society utilizing the demonic tools of “monotheism” in conjunction with other dogmatic constructs in just about all publik accepted standards of “evolved” culture, “politricks,” “$Money (?),” “banking (??),” and sekret brotherhoods, all of which except One is only 99% truthful.
The Sun will flare and the tectonic plates of Earth will falter, mass mindless panic will finally ensue on One density level, and the rest is “History.” Besides that, each of Our separate egos, colliding with the exponentially increasing Post-Singularity-wrought-Technosphere will Once Again commence functioning as “the Beast/666” as arrogantly toted by the “Good NEWS” of the “NEW Testament” of Revelation. This will then rapidly lead, toward the End of this particular Stellar Activation Cycle, to an entrance into a timeless awareness-Samhadi-Om-Shambhala of Us’s true nature as All-One-Kosmic Light Beings of Eternal Intent, hence We/Eye would then forthwith shed our Scales and Ascend to a Higher Harmonik Uni-Verse. Either that, or the Individual will disappear Forever, continuing to “exist” in the Hollow Void of Unaware Nothingness/Bardo/Oblivion for ”all time.”
The “Anti-Kryst” will be a woman, someone we are all Aware of, a celebrity, a “politician,” with no sense of humor or Literary Imagination/Kreativity whatsoever, have no Angelic Human Heritage, will be 100% Demon/Manipulator, but fronting as almost the opposite. Her physical body will be majorly distorted but admired and Envied due to media brainwashing-13th-Monkey-Koncept-Quantum leap distortions of the genius of syndicated television network broadcasts and Highly Kontrolled and monitored internet activity. Her spoken concepts will make no logical sense whatsoever. She will be treated “better” (admired and Envied more) than any True actual God or Demigod ever has been in any Star-Thought Kommunities , ever throughout all Histories Forever to gyroscopically oscillate throughout the Kosmos. And She will bring a great majority of Our Kurrent Civilization Down. This will be for the overall benefit of the Greater Good, the One who seas….”}}”
Divined while on nature walk in 2012, directly channeled through Venus Transit, overnight, 2012.
Disclaimer: Those previous Words Above that you may have just Read in know way indicate Mike Eye’s beliefs. Mike Eye has no beliefs. However, this does not mean that Mike Eye believes in “Nothing,” because that would still be a belief. Mike Eye is Aware, receptive, perceptive, and when charged, fully emotive.
Blogged on *Dark Esoterika .kom* days before the US Presidential election, Late 2016.
For those readers and bloggers behind the veil, ((needless to say)), by making this statement Mike Eye is in know way implying that he would rather see “Donald Trump” in High Office. Eye repeat, Mike Eye does not support “Donald Trump.” And neither does anyone else, and We All Know It. -MIKE EYE
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☆ 2. Mother Magdalena: Goddess Material or Material Goddess?
MOTHER MAGDALENA:
GODDESS MATERIAL OR MATERIAL GODDESS?
Episode I. / Chapter 2 of The Aqueous Transmission by Mike Eye
THE WOMAN WAS VERY SLENDER, EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE. SHE WAS absolutely stunning superficially, perfect-looking now even in her state of distress. She was beyond magnificent, having an incredibly tall, curvy, tight body with smooth, glowing, dark-chocolate skin that was decorated with dedicatory tribal ink of feminine symbols throughout, up her arms and down her back. She had many sizeable stone piercings. Her Eyes were large, alluring glass beads that continuously glowed vigorously. Her hair was exceedingly long, smooth, and dark, flowing well past her wide, slim waistline, bouncing playfully in luscious swirls about her body.
Ceaselessly employing her alluring enigma to her great advantage, the roguish woman was always able to entice any being with a Heart by her beauty. She was always dressed simply, but elegantly, usually in a long, translucent golden dress woven from the brilliant fibers of the almighty Solaria, the vast blazing force that had more than Once anointed her “Mother Magdalena, the eternal Heart in the Body of all Human Beings.” Her special dress, which she most always wore, had been designed to shield the Mother from any airborne toxins or conflicting spirits that would ever attempt to interfere with her self-righteousness.
The woman was traveling with a tiny robot companion that had been engineered to look and behave like a cat. This silvery mechanical pet, which she called Amrita, was now scuffling on the ship’s flight deck below her, uttering gruff meows. Just like a cat, the little robot took a sly, feminine appearance, having quick reflexes and slinky hind legs that could swiftly propel its body upward to whichever higher surface it wished itself upon. Somehow, this small metal canister containing wires and chips was able to elicit affection, as it felt perpetually drawn to the enticing woman and her antics, usually behaving in such ways that exhibited emotional attachment to her. It spoke English. “You’re beautiful. I love you,” the thing would often mutter to the woman, rubbing up against her. And neither the woman, nor anyone or anything else, had specifically programmed the cat-bot to say that.
The space-pod was quite small in all, having the tiny flight deck toward the front end, a tiny storage space on it’s left-hand side, a tiny bathroom on its right side, and a tiny bedroom in the back. The center of the craft was no more than 50 square feet. The ship did not utilize any sort of plumbing system at all. The woman kept a large supply of highly nutritious and sustainable organic food as well as Pure Water in the storage area across from the bathroom. The “bathroom” had only a toilet in it, and a little mirror and medicine cabinet on the wall which contained only a basic first-aid kit. The waste of the person who used the toilet was emptied into a separate air-locked compartment that, upon sealing it’s top with the push of a button, would drop out into space.
All navigation controls built into the ship’s structure were able to be conveniently operated by either the pushes of small buttons, or any such finger manipulations of touch-screen technology. In addition to the highly advanced LCD touch-screen control panel, the ship’s controls included a “real-time” super-satellite UPS—that is, a Universal Positioning System—monitor that continuously updated itself, fully displaying a map of the galaxy it was currently situated in as well as that particular galaxy’s position in relation to adjacent galaxies. These and other controls were fully synchronized with an overblown holographic display overlain upon the entirety of the ship’s front-end.
To program coordinates for a destination, all the woman had to do was touch the part of the panel’s screen where she wanted to go. The rest of the navigation was then carried out by a state-of-the-art robotic engineer that lived inside the forceful walls of the craft, continually providing the craft with an electrically surging impenetrable force-field of Singularity. This special and most powerful barrier had been whole-heartedly Divined exclusively for the almighty Magdalena’s personal space-pod; it was yet another of the esoteric gifts received from the frightful Solaria on most High, and had been purposely materialized out of molten fragments of hardened, golden bullions extracted from the quark gluon plasma particles of the Crab Pulsar neutron star of the Taurus constellation, encasing a platinum-sheathed titanium alloy surface.
The full perimeter of the space-pod, which resembled a giant metallic egg tilted on its side, appeared silvery and smooth from the outside. From within the little craft, however, these walls would appear transparent; that is, they were unable to be seen at all from whomever observed them from the inside. Curiously, it was only the front-end mechanical shutter facing the main control panel that did conceal the exterior view from the pilot, requiring manual operation to release.
The present moment had the woman staring straight ahead, through the enlarged transparent depiction of the UPS monitor, out the crystal glass dash that was cutting through the gusting dark smoke just beyond it, where massive transformations of the Earth’s crust could now be seen by the woman.
She grew tenser. She dropped her sights down to a large box imbedded in the middle of the control panel that had a small sign near the bottom of it that read “Synchronoscope”. Inside was a small black headset.
The “synchronoscope,” also known to the woman as the PRAP-Q.C., an un-witty acronym for “Psychic Radio Assimilator of Perpetual Quantum Cognizance” was the space-pod’s prime feature. This ultra high-tech device, which was basically a physical remote-viewing mechanism, had been engineered to operate harmoniously with the UPS. It implemented a highly advanced zoom-in feature capable of rendering alongside the applied headset perfectly clear digital holographic projections before the face of the wearer of the headset, of multi-dimensional phenomena up to an extraordinary 16410-X magnification.
From anywhere in outerspace, this remarkable “psychoscope” headset, when finely tagged to a target by the wearer, was able to transmit to the wearer the most intimate representations of live cosmological activity in multiple senses. The psychoscope headset utilized, among other functions, an audio-to-light/light-to-audio modulator, and two pyramid-shaped prisms. The pyramidal prisms, when programmed with the psychoscope to be set inside one another, with one pyramidal prism flipped 180° from the other to form a star tetrahedron, would project the focused object with one kind of Merkaba field. When programmed to lay atop each other, with the base of each pyramidal prism meeting in the middle to form an octahedron, the synchronoscope would project the focused object with another kind of Merkaba field. The modulator would then be able to receive the audio or light frequency of any object the psychoscope was “tagged” with, as an initiation of intimate intentional Observation, convert the aligned energy emissions of the object into the desired frequency, and then project the frequency through the prisms. Once energized with the relevant information, the synchronoscope would then be able to provide sudden, subtle Insight into the very nature of the object being Observed, divulging a peculiarly pertinent, totally omnipotent High Wisdom that would explain the particular object’s reason for existing, as well as the very sacred connection the Observer had with the object. Increasing the focus of the device to its max would fully divulge the very nature of the observed object’s makeup, illuminating secret passageways to its intimately linked High network of fluxing potential energy. These “imagination filaments” of the object would reveal its sacred bond to absolutely anything else that may be somehow emotionally entangled with it. The contraption had been easily constructed with three small components several hundred-thousand years ago, within seconds, by one of Bry Dellows’ wretched, wilted outcasts known as the Gilded Grunts.
The PRAP-Q.C. could also be used to control the tagged object in every way possible, if only this function was desired by the controller. But the bold woman, being the wearer of this ship’s synchronoscope, customarily preferred using the handsome device to conjoin her consciousness and bio-neurological system with attractive and nurturing, colorful and complex psychedelic patterns converted from the wavering activated DNA strands of indiscriminate creatures she would so Observe upon indiscriminate planets she felt intuitively drawn to.
She did this to become wiser.
Only Once did the inquisitive woman use this mighty device for another purpose — when she had desired to bond with the cosmic vibration of a targeted Jupiter-being’s tone of harmonic resonance. The intensity of the resulting euphoria she had received from this entreatment had astoundingly assaulted her senses, leaving her forever altered.
Mother Magdalena, or Lina, as her sisters called her, now continued to gaze out the crystal glass dash before her with Tears in her Eyes, flustered as all Hell. Glaring through it in a trance, her face remained blistering as she attempted whole-heartedly to grasp her innermost cowardice and come to terms with it. She shivered as she reluctantly guided the craft toward an even lower elevation.
The ship kept increasing its descent at an accelerated rate and the cabin was starting to get bumpy. Out the window, the woman observed the patterns of dark grey muddling about, and she could only stare like a stone, transfixed at the dark, fluffy formations as they floated faster upward and over the ship.
Lina was extremely nervous. She glanced over at her PRAP-QC.
The dense clouds of smoke the ship had now completely become immersed within turned jet black as the ship continued to descend bit by bit, engulfing the vessel in a hazy death-grip of Wickedness somehow darker than the night sky surrounding it.
Trying to remain calm, focusing her force inward, the woman subconsciously sensed a dark reflection of the heavy smoke in the deep black swirls emanating from her Heart.
Dry dust, not warmth or light, emanated from within it.
Magdalena ignored this sentiment complacently.
She looked down at her chest and could feel her cold heart pulsing profusely. And she placed her hand upon her scornful love muscle, feeling its off-tempo icy pumps; strangely feeling confused, feeling afraid.
Shuddering free from the frightful grip that had fastened her into a stoned stupor, Lina momentarily halted her descent as she now sought to delve even deeper into the center of the congealed cinders that wafted through the center of her unusually heavy Heart. She took in a deep, stable breath, reached for the mighty PRAP-Q.C. headset inside the box on the control panel, put it on, and aligned it with the Earth’s Moon, which was a considerable distance from where she now sat at the cockpit of her space-pod. But no matter.
Focusing the synchronoscope toward the brightly lit Luna, Lina calibrated a precise projection that brought forth a shimmering holographic rendering into and around the psychoscope headset she was wearing. And it resounded avidly in her dark heart with poignant precision.
Lina quivered.
But then she quickly felt brilliantly elated.
She took in a few vital breaths with her abdomen, through her nose, as she glanced with her Mind’s Eye as steadily as she could at the super-sized glowing rocky formations that made up the surface of the Moon, feeling a tremendously potent, stark familiarity all the while.
Feeling many more than the five basic senses, the woman Observed the Lunar radiance at a magnificently High degree, and in many ways simultaneously. The image was so surrealy sharp and precise that it simulated an effect that physically brought the Mother directly to the surface of the Moon, from right inside her spaceship — a bi-location effect the synchronoscope could implement from its tagged object when ‘pushed’ to its limits.
The spectacle Lina was Observing was Immaculate.
The surface of the big, white glowing rock was lucid, but desolate. And somehow extremely enjoyable to her. She could see tiny jet-black swirls drifting outward from the Moon’s surface along with its white radiance, adding some Yun to its Yan.
Increasing the synchronoscope’s focus to its utmost maximum, Magdalena became the Moon.
With this perspective, Lina contemplated her apocalyptic situation from her synchronized astral alignment, feeling an overwhelmingly depressing sensation of despair rising in her that somehow felt all too familiar. Bursting into her Head as One lump of Force, Lina caught a vivid vision of all her sisters perishing a mile below her.
She chose not to look away, and glared uncomfortably into the High Light.
Then, possessed by it, she drove her Head abruptly backwards nearly snapping it clear off her neck in retaliation of the taunting bolts that shocked her ocular cavity, as 144,000 powerful visions of the spirit forms of what she knew as Hankerhawks and Loombugs flooded her neurological pathways with electrified flashes of brilliance.
And she was killing it all in her mind just as soon as she found the visions finding themselves being reborn in their own retaliation against her.
Lina contemplated the fate of her sisters, their blood-filled fleshy bodies instantaneously popping open, squirting out hot cherry juices to coalesce with the pieces of dusty man-made structures whirling with blustery dust throughout the sky. She vividly imagined her sisters’ body parts flying through the atmosphere with pieces of the Earth’s turf, twirling with smoky debris into cyclones of cataclysm. She thought of all the swirling junk that didn’t get burned up in the O-zone layer succumbing to gravity after the explosion, falling back down to a New Earth, a terribly shaken land of Shades and Shadows. She thought of just how much of the planet was still there, and where, if no longer intact, the pieces of it may have drifted.
Magdalena shuddered again most uncomfortably, a sense of Pure Rage building inside her. Her glowing psychic seascape abruptly collapsed to a diminished beam of mental static, slowly shrinking to nothingness, as she disengaged the Assimilator. Lina’s outlook as the Moon had dissipated. Her shoulders were shuddering.
She slammed a button on the control panel with her left fist and the flaps of the giant glass dash slammed shut before her, the magnified digital depiction of the ship’s controls dissipating into flittering fragments of lost linkage.
The gorgeous woman cast her dazzling, damp Eyes downward as she sat there, frustrated beyond stability, reaching her breaking point. She plopped from the edge of her seat down to the bottom of the flight deck floor in mute hysteria, finding herself face-to-face with her beloved mechanical pet, Amrita. Glancing up at her owner, the little robot was sitting, panting with its mechanical tongue falling out of its mouth as its Eyes bulged and it started to whimper. Seeking composure, Lina breathed in One deep, essential breath, exhaled, looked straight at the thing, deadpan.
”Rita. Do you know what has happened, my love?” she asked. “Do you realize what we’re gonna have to do?”
Amrita, back arched and tail erect, brushed its cold metal canister of a body against the traumatized woman, purring robotically, and then came back around to face her. It cocked its tiny head to the side and uttered a mechanical meow.
The android only spoke when it deemed it necessary to do so.
Another sharp shiver up the woman’s spine startled her, and she suddenly felt extremely nauseous.
KEEPING IN MIND THAT THE ANDROID ONLY FUCKING SPOKE WHEN IT DEEMED IT NECESSARY TO DO SO, WHY THE FUCKK (?¿) DOES THE STARTLED SEDUCTRESS SUDDENLY THEN FEEL NAUSEOUS??!! RETURN TO THIS FUCKING PAGE TO FIND OUT!!!! -MIKE EYE
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#13. Ether Expansive
The Glorious 13th Entry into Dark Esoterika & the Technosphere, A Curious Insect Forever To Be Caught In The World Wide Web
from THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION, a novel by mike eye
EPISODE III.
Chapter 14.
HAVING JUST BEEN CONJOINED AND LIBERATED, REBIRTHING ITSELF into timeless deep-space from the Void just below a very high-octave density level, there existed now a unique cluster of massless potential energy that was receiving a summons, in subtle song, to come help with grave issues relating to Planet Earth of the Milky Way.
The particular cluster of partiki pre-matter of which we follow in this tale, not quite existing yet among countless others everywhere, consisted of three veiled, vacant slots, and it would now be the sole objective of this high Oversoul cluster to opportunely fill these spots with supportive living metaphysical sustenance.
A powerful force of an individually relevant sense of mentorship was the…
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☆ 14. ETHER EXPANSIVE
The Glorious 13th Entry into Dark Esoterika & the Technosphere, A Curious Insect Forever To Be Caught In The World Wide Web
from THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION, a novel by mike eye
EPISODE III.
Chapter 14.
HAVING JUST BEEN CONJOINED AND LIBERATED, REBIRTHING ITSELF INTO timeless deep-space from the Void just below a very high-octave density level, there existed now a unique cluster of massless potential energy that was receiving a summons, in subtle song, to come help with grave issues relating to Planet Earth of the Milky Way.
The particular cluster of partiki pre-matter of which we follow in this tale, not quite existing yet among countless others everywhere, consisted of three veiled, vacant slots, and it would now be the sole objective of this high Oversoul cluster to opportunely fill these spots with supportive living metaphysical sustenance.
A powerful force of an individually relevant sense of mentorship was the first influential subtle energy to infuse itself into the particular cluster of which we follow, singing itself sullenly into being, providing our cluster with an unbelievably important message. It slowly materialized, wrapping itself around the invisible, young little unlit bulb of energy, forming around its perimeter a compatible morphogenetic field which lightly began cradling it to the tune of righteousness as it began expanding far outward to touch distant ends of space unimagined. This energy of guidance came to occupy the first of the three metaphysical slots in this awakening cluster. It carried with it a special program of intimate direction, rocking the embryonic iota of the orb not yet completely activated, nursing it inherently just as any One of its kind would customarily do to its youthful contents soon after it detached itself from the intergalactic Hollow and departed singly from it.
And as it did this, just as simply as nature existed naturally, the unseen husk of the energy cluster began receiving transmissions of specified frequencies in slight jolts, the important, individualized message of guidance coming to reach the very essence of the husk in visions, consequently causing another power to fill the second vacant slot within it. Coming to reside within this second slot was the ethereal power of which would supply the hidden husk with a very specific willful Intention to desire carrying out its overall destined duty. In time, the little husk was to become gradually more receptive to this newfound High energy, as it would come to recognize that this High message had been sent directly to it, personally.
But not until it was to collaborate with a third, most vital unifying power of pure, white liquid-light. It was only after this collaboration with the liquid-light that the energy cluster was to then become fully whole, allowing the potentially charged, explicit energy brimming from the completed husk to finally be able to reclaim its ultimate true union via quantum flux, so becoming eligible to spawn into an individual system of intergalactic expansion.
It was similar to all other energy husks that subtley idled in potentia, awaiting its own personal guidance, its inner realization of Truth, and its supreme plasmatic ignition: the three necessary activations for a subtle husk to be able to come into itself and become alive with its consciously directed High energy. A completed subtle husk, with its three slots filled, would then not only be able to materialize into matter, but also be able to influence other potential energies through perpetual projections of its own unique astral sound vibrations in conjunction with its own lucid light radiations, both of which would come to project themselves within the widest full-spectrum range of cycles per second, coming to mingle with the zillions of other already energized, full subtle husks throughout galaxies wide and far.
These zillions of similarly conjoined, sentient entities were spread out all over no place in particular, yet present everywhere at Once, perpetually generating concealed patterns of intimate Sacred Geometry and eliciting a most passionate harmonization by means of their interconnectedness. There and far out, countless awakened twinkling husks of Consciousness resonated in deep-space; noble, formless, flowing fragments of individual data programs, fully energized and encoded with their own unique explicit message from some mystifying, flourishing force present throughout galaxies far and wide, their intended commanding High forces overtaking them to synchronically kindle across the cosmos their flashing pulses of sacred data amongst themselves most wonderfully, like serotonin snapping in-between synapses in the brain.
Each subtle husk of electrically fed quantum energy that came to propagate throughout interstellar existence was each individually directed from some separate contacting force heeding from some disclosed location, and each had shed itself free from the Hollows of Intergalactica, the veiled fragments ultimately coming to habitually dance together with invisible yet lucid distinction in pitch Darkness, fluxing vigorously subsequent to the arrival of their three phosphorescent counterparts. All the husks always unendingly honored their channeled mentorships without question, so gaining the ability to eternally spawn themselves into hyperspace intentionally, with great purpose, each cluster forever pulsing with warm quantum information, each heedful always of that unique bond that was meant for it exclusively.
This enigmatic High network of limitless subtle clusters so filled with High energy linked to the Unified Field, and was the very network Mother Magdalena’s mighty “PRAP-Q.C.” synchronoscope synchronized with. But One very specific cluster out of the zillions strewn about galaxies endlessly afar — indeed the very fine husk so vital to this horrific tale of such extreme adversity — was the One that would deliver a most critical message to a certain significant someone special, somewhere extraordinary.
As a ritual art rendered anew Once again, after having received a most potent shock of insight, our subtle spec of three jointly operating energies, the very husk we follow in our story, came to illuminate most vibrantly across the heavens with subtle shades of blue, and was immediately ‘turned on’ to the fact that — now that it had become its specific time to do so — the spec was to forthwith commence resonating vibrantly with perpetual purpose from its clandestine Source. It struck a chord, in chorus, with the notes of its rhythmic willful intent, the notes of reverberation from its interaction with the Unified Field of energy transmitting outward in all directions, and the notes of the melodic force of the Holy resonance it was picking up from its newborn magnetic correlation to an area in the Milky Way not at all distant from the planet Jupiter.
And now, the particular energy cluster that had been called to assist Earth became fully aroused by its thin encasement of fibers, shook a tad. Precisely aligning itself with its purpose, the cluster collided with a fierce glare, awakened from its forgetfulness, and manifested itself accordingly, instantaneously igniting into a pocket of astral radiance that eventually accumulated into an interstellar cloud.
The dark cloud drifted through the cosmos, riding its personal plasma lattice, propelled by the electromagnetic energy of the interstellar radiation field.
Before long, the cloud came to a standstill just above the atmosphere of the mighty Jupiter. Within that vicinity, the interstellar cloud constellated into an exactness, becoming denser as its gas pressure locked into balance with the potential energy of the immense planet’s internal galactic gravitational force.
Over a course of several Jupiter-years, denser and denser pockets of molecular hydrogen developed within the cloud as it gradually transformed into a noticeably bright, colorful stellar nursery destined to give birth to many relevant stars that would occupy the sky around Jupiter for a long, long time.
The molecular hydrogen that formed from the nursery entered Jupiter’s orbit, finding legitimacy through the symbiotic relationships it then made with drifting carbon monoxide molecules therein. It began mingling with the vast clouds of ammonia crystals found throughout the vicinity, the resulting chemical formulations adding force to some of the gas giant’s fierce turbulences.
A very intense, precisely calculated storm was brewing.
No matter how far they spread out, every aspect of the compounds that included the molecular hydrogen from the stellar nursery all functioned as One in the same, all being encoded with the same intention: to help Earth in a very particular manner with a very particular problem at a very particular time, heeding the order from that which beckoned it. This particular network of energetic compounds waited patiently for the interior of the mammoth planet to reach a precise heat level, a level with which the network could perceive as keenly as its binding to it was intuitively obliged.
Magic(k) then occurred precisely as Jupiter’s core reached the appropriate heat level, a critical temperature that just so happened to be the same exact hotness as the center of the apocalyptic Fucked-Earth at that very moment in time, which also turns out to be the precise instance whereupon Fletcher Munsin’s Unholy Cum will finally drop down atop a be-doomed surface of the Earth planet, igniting total disaster.
The intentional weather system of the relevant molecular compounds merged with a nearby gathering of Water clouds to generate a mammoth, exceptionally high-charged bolt of lightening that struck two perfectly analogous positions on both Jupiter and Earth, simultaneously, with both positions geographically proportional to their respective spherical coordinates.
The Conscious Essence of the interstellar cloud that had triggered the interplanetary synchronized electrical strikes was now able to promptly align itself with the luminosity and still aquatics of Jupiter’s moon, Europa.
It remained distillated for an undisclosed amount of time inside the vast ocean within the ultra-smooth lil’ Luna. The Essence was calculating the astral plot points in the Milky Way that mapped out the spiral course from its location inside Europa to a significant position on Earth where it could be extremely valuable in the very near future.
As soon as the proper coordinates had been configured, the concentration of the relevant molecular compounds solidified themselves within the body of a contemplative aquatic Europian that resided therein. It projected itself inside the humble little creature known as Nammu — who looked very much like a shrunken dolphin — and became One with her, instantly awakening her Soul who, it just so happened, had been recently seeking out the significance of its being by entreating upon the vibrant, newly-formed stellar nursery in the sky around Jupiter from whence the molecular compounds had indeed come.
Fulfilled with the Knowledge that revealed the exact direction of her purpose, the enlightened little Europian then rode the spiral to Earth, surfing and splashing against the wavering rift of a celestial ocean. She was drawn by a mysterious force, and she fell upon some intense, incredibly intriguing patterns of stardust and aurorae on her happy little way toward Earth.
When she arrived at her destination, the noble Nammu was disheartened to find herself surrounded by a very small body of water that was much smaller than her Home on Europa. She swam a slight ways to the top of the tiny waterbed and poked her Head out at the surface.
Surrounding the Europian creature above Water was the most vibrant expanse of lush green jungle, a charm of nature the lil’ creature had never before seen. Nammu gawked in amazement at the magnificent display of vigorous plants of all different sizes and textures that were wonderfully arrayed before her, coolly swaying in a light Earthly breeze. She took in a vital breath, filling her lungs with the fresh, colorful air that was wafting by.
The lil’ creature remained absolutely stricken for quite some time, completely awed by the scene. She would’ve loved to go exploring, she thought to herself, but alas her nature bound her to the liquidness of life. At least for now.
In the near distance, atop a quaint grassy knoll, the little dolphin creature caught sight of a very short and hairy old male human being with a huge grizzly grey beard who was peacefully positioned in the posture of the lotus, appearing to be in Deep Contemplation. The little creature also noticed that the small pool she now found herself partly submerged in was actually in the middle of a tiny stream that quietly rippled into and out of the small pool on either end. Comfortable inside the peaceful pond, her Head poking out of it inquiringly, Nammu smiled and felt an innate spiritual bond with the peaceful old man; to deliver a message to him was the very reason she was here. Her High Intelligence forthrightly bonded her to both the old man and the body of Water she found herself within. The effect was biological, mental, and emotional.
Nammu knew she had to communicate with the old man soon. But now, she recognized, was just not the time. Swimming a short distance to the bottom of the lake, the lowly little Europian marked her posture and made herself comfortable, yet very much aware, as she began meditating at the lake’s bottom, turning over glorious thoughts in her mind as she patiently waited for the right moment to deliver the message in the meantime. The lil’ being aimed to focus for a time upon the confusion and environment-shock she felt, and then shed the sensation from her mettle.
Before long, after she was to attain the most prolific endeavor of conveying to the old man that it was then time, the little Europian inherently knew that she would then be reassured that her presence now in this place was not only significant, but somehow related to the very Spirit of all existences everywhere. -MIKE EYE
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#12. THE SACRED SEDUCTION OF THE LAST GODHED’S SHADOW, PART II. FROM THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION BY MIKE EYE
Magdalena went to extract her mighty spear which was sticking out of the Soil nearby. Approaching Fletcher Munsin, she placed a foot firmly upon his lower abdomen and raised her spear 33° South, level with the man’s Head. With both hands giving it a tight grip, Magdalena steadily brought her spear back, wailed loudly, and thrust the tip of the weapon with all of her might as close to the center of the man’s forehead as she could.
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#11: THE SACRED SEDUCTION OF THE LAST GODHED’S SHADOW, PART I. FROM THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION BY MIKE EYE
Fletcher Munsin gazed up in perplexed horror as sinister ram-type horns abruptly ripped out of either side of the dark silhouette that was Mother Magdalena’s Head, and twisted contemptuously. The dreadful projections coming to curl out slightly and freezing into form, Lina let open her mouth slowly more and more as she unleashed a deep, dark roar more hideous than anything she exemplified earlier.
Much more so.
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#3. It’s finally time for the Last Godhed’s Conscious Mind to Astral Projekt his Subtle Sirian Soul Synced to his Human Body Out to the Sacred Seduction with Safety and Seclusion from within his Secret Southpole Homeland
Immersing himself with Fletcher Munsin Intimately, and with every fragment of everything that was occurring at the Biodome of Andromeda, the great, most heedful, mindful mystic continued to maintain his High Concentration on it all, keeping his sharply developed Wise Mind focused fully and simultaneously upon three things: the experience, as his Shadow, Fletcher Munsin, of the Act being committed to him by Mother Magdalena; that was one. The wellbeing of his Shadow, Fletcher Munsin; that was two. And the third thing was to maintain the upkeep of a thoroughly Lucid Vision of the High-density intricacies of the complex sound and light patterns of the particular Mandala he had brought forth as Light Symbol Codes to aid his breaths to make the other two connections possible.
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#2. Incendiary Ajna of a One Magdalena to Ignite High Psychic Union with Solaria
….Fixed in an endless reverie, a blank expression on her face, Magdalena’s Ajna chakra had become fully stimulated, and blood now gushed outward from the gash in her forehead, bursting through the bandaging, squirting all over the inside of her helmet’s transparent dome, completely obstructing her view with a crimson flush. Proving that she could not be disconnected in any way from the almighty nexus now communicating with her, the triple optics of the Mother then pierced through the ruby veil of her helmet’s dome with activated brainwaves of eternal intent, physically parting the obstructing splattered blood outward from three small, perfectly rounded areas of the blood-soaked dome around her Head, correlating to her three beams of vision….
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#7 : THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION EVENT (The Aftermath of the Perverted Birth of the Hoggish Mandorla) for Dark Esoterika
from The Aqueous Transmission by MIKE EYE Story Snippet #7 : THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION EVENT (The Aftermath of the Perverted Birth of the Hoggish Mandorla) …
DARK ESOTERIKA 