☆ 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.

 

 

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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. 

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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. 

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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.

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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.  

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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. 

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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.

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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. 

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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.

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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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“From Out of the Blue,” In a State Poised to Vaporize, a Miracle helps get me through to the Other Side: T⊙⊙L TO PERFORM AT FESTIVAL DOWN THE STREET FROM ME.

>>>>>>>>OF ALL THE INTENSE THINGS IN THE SPOTLIGHT OF GOINGS-ON AS OF LATE, there is One MAJOR amazingly positive, super rare and exciting event coming up this month that seemed so very unlikely and unexpected to me in light of how much terribly horrible and deeply demonic stuff is seemingly more likely to occur nowadays on our planet Urth, at the kusp. 

TOOL is coming to headline a festival literally RIGHT DOWN THE STREET FROM ME……….

This is such incredibly happy, stunning news for me and I am deeply grateful and honored to Know I will be experiencing yet another Once-in-a-lifetime event (not to mention EXTREMELY EXCITED ABOUT IT). Eye Imagine I could be only so fortunate as to gain epiphanies there that would otherwise aid me somehow in stimulating my budding growth as a new author and propel my kareer officially into its “New Author” Emergence phase.

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I’m so excited for BOSTON CALLING festival that it’s still about ten days away, and I already have my admittance bracelet on. 😆😆😆😆😎 It’s been almost five years since I’ve last seen TOOL, and this will be my fourth time Seeing Them. ANYONE ELSE GOING, I WILL SEE YOU ALL THERE!!!! 😀👽

“ENDO SACKS & JEWELS”

[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] Exhibit D.

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Sent to you / as a pool of drool / my rules
Are concocted from a pocket of endo sacks & jewels

Attackin’ the bent socket / I’m packin’ what will shock you
Fuck the sloppy shit like soppy trips from a poppy

I’m talkin’ of facts that will rock the cradle / so I’ll be able
To discern a burned face from learned disgraced fables

I’m bringin’ mad shit to the table because I’m hackin’ it
Stacking the truth / keepin’ it loose like a noose / before the eclipse

Then my mighty rhyme / given some time / might tighten like grips…

I creep soul to my peephole / seepin’ the keep hold
Gatherin’ light / fusin’ cracks / Fuck the steeple

I keep the coal in the furnace blazin’ sacks
The facts are hazy but don’t faze me ‘cause they’re lazy cats

When I rock / it’s over / like I’m sober
Hear that I’m knockin’ on the door / as I soar through the open sky

I’m surprised my high has subsided / now I’m collided
With sheer irony squeezin’ like pliers…

The fiery siren of the liar that has subsided

I hide / I’m hidden / feelin’ forever ridden of lies
That try to connect with the wrong pieces of the puzzle

I dissect the next activity given to me as a guzzle
Beer / which steers me in the direction of cheer

When I get close to the near hose I shed a tear
Disappearing but merely nearing a searing fear

I’m leaven in Heaven I dwell with the spell I cast on thee
Is it me? Or the meltin’ skeleton key

Holdin’ like gelatin / sellin’ out / spoutin’ a fee
Of grief that holds me & guides me to the leaf
I pack the keef / keep my stride as a relief -MIKE “Kon-Temp Klowd” EYE

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☆ 1. Chapter ONE.

…from the pages of The Aqueous Transmission by Mike Eye:

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[chapter ONE of MIKE EYE’s The Aqueous Transmission]


WITH A SWIFT PRICK OF PANIC SUDDENLY INJECTING HER WITH A sharp sting of anguish and cynicism‭, ‬the‭ ‬woman squashed the Blood-soaked pancreas with her fist in rage‭, ‬hurled it at the floor‭, ‬and darted from her tiny‭ ‬bedroom toward the nearby flight deck‭, ‬Blood rushing to her Head with mortification‭.‬‭ ‬Approaching the cockpit‭, ‬the frantic woman reflected inquisitively upon the flash of deep insight she had just obtained‭, ‬began‭ ‬uneasily entertaining the idea that she may very well have fallen victim to a scheme more expansive and elaborate than her own‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

With a few‭ ‬fingerings‭ ‬atop the surface of the‭ ‬console’s‭ ‬flat screen control panel‭, ‬the woman disengaged light-speed and initiated descent‭, ‬adjusting the ship’s altitude‭ ‬to take course within the Earth’s thermosphere‭. ‬She sat frantically on the edge of her seat‭, ‬smacking herself upside her perspiring forehead in an attempt to jostle herself awake in case she had been dreaming‭. ‬As she approached Earth‭, ‬the‭ ‬tense‭ ‬woman at the cockpit directed her gaze straight ahead‭, ‬eyeing the closed shutter just in front of her. ‬With an eager touch of a button at the control panel‭, ‬the automated shutter retracted to reveal a murky outdoors‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The woman anxiously peered through the great glass dashboard to notice it was nighttime‭. ‬She flipped the switch that powered on‭ ‬the ultra-fluorescent headlights‭. ‬Straining her neck toward the front glass‭, ‬the woman gazed into‭ ‬the darkness in an attempt to see if she could see anything out of the ordinary‭. ‬Her heart was racing‭. ‬With the touch of another button at the control panel‭, the little spaceship dipped another few kilometers South‭. ‬That was when the woman caught first sight of the remnants of mayhem just below her‭: ‬the sinister miasma blanketing the air with dark greys‭, ‬spread out in thick gloomy puffs‭, ‬slowly rolling upward‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She‭ ‬gasped‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

“NO‭!‬”‭ ‬the woman yelled out in alarm‭, ‬her whole back now soaked in sweat‭. ‬The smoke was quickly rising up around the ship‭, ‬encasing it with its drear envelopes‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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As the space-pod quickly found itself shaking viciously through the turbulence, immersed in the dense smog of dusky greys that were ravaging the night sky‭, ‬a flash of embarrassment lit the inside of the woman’s cheeks on fire.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

It all came to her‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She realized her ego had been knocked out from having been unwittingly caught in the punch line of a devious joke‭, ‬struck by the spiteful brunt of a most ruthless‭ ‬prankster that had ultimately proved to be shrewder than she‭.‬‭ ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The‭ ‬lady‭ ‬placed her dainty digits upon her cheeks‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She screamed in Horror‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The‭ ‬painful‭ ‬shrill echoed throughout the curvy enclosure of the flying silver craft.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The woman‭ ‬maliciously‭ ‬clenched‭ ‬her teeth and cocked her quivering head slightly upward‭, ‬her Eyes widening as panic struck her hard. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She gaped blankly through the great glass dash in a numb terror‭, ‬feeling forced to watch the ominous heavy clouds of dark smoke‭ ‬gust about‭ ‬beyond it‭. ‬She sat paralyzed‭, ‬sensed a hostile opposing force laughing hysterically at her‭. ‬But all around her was dead silence‭. ‬A tear trickled down her left cheek‭. ‬She let out‭ ‬a few whimpers‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

For a timeless instant‭, ‬the woman remained perplexed at what was before her as she trembled‭, ‬staring wide-Eyed‭ ‬in a trance‭ out the window. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”It’s true‭. ‬Oh God‭!” ‬she spoke aloud‭, ‬more tears falling down her face‭. ‬She cupped her palm around her mouth in astonishment‭. ‬A‭ ‬quick quiver crept up her spine and a shudder shook her glance away‭. ‬She took a long blink and placed her other palm across her heart‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”My sisters‭,” ‬she thought‭. “‬Oh‭, ‬God‭!‬‭”‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The woman continued to sit at the head of the space-pod‭, ‬immensely distraught and in sheer disbelief‭. ‬The ship was now‭ ‬approximately 25‭ ‬kilometers above the surface of the Earth‭, ‬quietly cruising‭ ‬on auto-pilot‭ ‬at a‭ ‬smoothly‭ ‬decelerating velocity‭ ‬through the‭ ‬sinister‭ ‬smoke that was growing thicker and thicker as the vessel descended‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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😲WHAT THE F@*# HAPPENS IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE VESSEL DESCENDS??!!? Stay tooned to find out. -MIKE EYE💧

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☆ 40. The Last Godhed Penetrates The Mother’s Mental Mindskape. Fin~

[chapter FORTY]


AL RODNAM APPEARED IN MOTHER MAGDALENA’S TINY BEDROOM OF her space-pod as a ghost that No One Saw but himself, From Above. To his left was a horrific display of flesh-gore set about the Mother’s plush, bloody bed, a lump of a twitched body beneath the soiled sheets clearly evident and completely lifeless. Al Rodnam knew just by bearing witness to this disturbing display that, not only was the limp body under the Mother’s tribal bedsheets the recently deceased Fletcher Munsin, but that his Head had just popped off his neck in final fulfillment of his sick sacrifice the moment the mystic had entered the space-pod.

“Wow,” mumbled the mystic inaudibly to himself as he glanced at the messy bed of the Mother, “that was too close!! Praise Be to these Powers that Be that I was able to make it here!”

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Lying Peacefully in a most beauteous slumber beside his own Dead mortal Shadow of High Attraction, was Magdalena. The mystic now knew that the Mother was presently having the prophetic, psychotic dream of the Source-less Blood-Red Moon and her psychedelically mutating freak sisters, the important dream that would soon lead the Mother to discover what she was then obliged to do upon waking. Magdalena had been spared a fatal Fall into the depthless black pit that her sisters had fallen down into, the mysterious abyss on the peculiar planet that she and her High Hawk Sisters had landed down upon, thanks to the quick and covert manipulation of a preset at the control panel of Magdalena’s silver space-pod that was the clever work of One of the Gilded Grunts who had been harvesting Space-Grain at the Andromeda Biodome during that most significant, most evocative Sacred Seduction long desired to be executed by the Mother Magdalena.

There was a sudden bump and the ship started shaking erratically, causing the Mother’s obscure knick-knacks that were spread across the slight surfaces of tiny furniture about her little bedroom to tremble, and some items tipped over, some rolling to the floor. Then the shaking subsided. Al Rodnam could do nothing but stare at Mother Magdalena throughout the duration of the turbulence, wide-Eyed as could be, trembling a bit with nervousness. He hoped to God she wouldn’t wake up. He knew that she must experience this dream during the nap she now took, for contained within its message, rather explicitly and quite perceptibly, was the very magical catalyst that would initiate all the bizarre occurrences that would cause the Mother to be Enlightened to the forces at work around her, and so Come to live perpetually with a spiritual grudge for Fletcher Munsin, coming to eventually realize reluctantly how the man had ultimately overtaken her façade, and in such a devious manner! Ha-ha!!

A sudden shift in course brought the cabin trembling warily and the walls shook as Al Rodnam lost his footing and stumbled to one knee. Cautiously glaring over at his Sleeping Beauty, he concentrated on the Dark woman’s Eyelids, hoping they would remain latched dreamily throughout the duration of the turbulence. After a few more rumbles of the craft that came to take place before the course slightly smoothed out again, Al Rodnam Praised the Lord that the Mother had not Come Awake.

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Al Rodnam became Aware that he now had the authentic appearance of his Godhed Identity. 

The old man came to his feet. 

Now was the time, he Knew. 

The Last Godhed would project his very Spirit Essence into the wavering astral Mind of the Mother to make sure her surprising, life-altering revelation would now be personally experienced within the realms of her sadistic revelatory reverie — the horrifying nightmare the Mother would have of herself in Bry Dellows with her sisters, the Moon to go Missing on a somehow brightly lunar-lit, otherwise normal evening. 

Al Rodnam actively entered Magdalena’s dream now to be a spectator, but while able and willing to interfere with the course of its events if he so chose. High, potent Godhed liquid-light plasma-photon fibers of the Last Godhed’s High Consciousness conjoined with a flooding of excess melatonin to enter Mother Magdalena’s Pineal gland, coalescing with celestial circadian rhythms that straight-away carried the old man’s Consciousness of High Intention ceaselessly along the catchy cadence of the sleeping Magdalena’s intergalactic, rhythmic dreamscape. 

Finally, the old man thought, my due course has proven True, and most Divine, albeit somewhat devious. And the Last Godhed knew for certain in that moment that his High Wisdom had finally aided him in fulfilling his aquatic paternal vocation, his extraordinary exoneration, his ultimate deliverance.

And Into the Bitch’s Head, and with a most graceful swan-dive the Last Godhed dove bravely, and with all of his Identities at every density level, leveling out fastly to smoothly form mindful breast-strokes as he entered into Mother Magdalena’s choppy brain-pool of loyal Lust. It was, unsurprisingly to the old man, a most soiled, sullen, smutty sanctum, and Al Rodnam Now righteously acknowledged upon soakage that, due to his deliverance, it would indeed be within these depths and from where they flowed, inside this most intimate, Motherly prophetic dream, where the Last Godhed will Come to See through clearly Into Himself Once again.

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The Process.

[KON-TEMP’S FLOWS] – Exhibit C.

 

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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

On a Maneuver to Turn Lightworkers Against Each Other ~ by Alice Clagett

Awakening with Planet Earth

Dear Ones,

I’m sure you’ve noticed there’s a maneuver afoot to turn lightworkers against each other through lawsuits and ill feelings. This is being instigated by:

  • Controllers (who don’t understand the astrogeophysical nature of the Ascension process,
  • vested interests (which hope to maintain the status quo),
  • and on a subconscious level, by certain of our old friends and those family members who are going through the early Ascension stage characterized by anxious moments. It’s this anxiety, and a misunderstanding of the synchronous nature of reality, that leads them to subconscious prompts that we not do those things pertinent to our own awakening …

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Psychologist Carl Jung – The 11:11 Synchronicity ~ by Openhearted Rebel

Openhearted Rebellion

Compiled by Gregg Prescott, M.S., BodyMindSoulSpirit.com

Have you ever experienced an 11:11 synchronicity? Psychologist Carl Jung coined the term synchronicity, which many of us use on a daily or weekly basis.

Synchronicity is the coming together of inner and outer events in a way that cannot be explained by cause and effect and that is meaningful to the observer.
~ Carl Jung

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☆ CHAPTER 13 ☆

THE WONDROUS 13TH CHAPTER OF THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION


WITH THE INTENSE QUAKE OF A FULL-BLOWN CRISIS TURNING HER hot‭, ‬Lina got winded‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

The insides of her cheeks lit up.

‬She squashed the blood-soaked pancreas with her fist in rage and hurled it at the floor‭. ‬She hastily turned around‭, ‬pushed a button on the wall to part the‭ ‬panels of the door‭, ‬and raced in anguish through the threshold toward the ship’s cockpit‭, ‬completely losing her nerve‭. ‬Blood was rushing to her head with mortification‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Having just obtained a flash of deep insight‭, ‬Lina started to face the fact that she may very well have fallen victim to a scheme more expansive and elaborate than her own‭. ‬Reaching the cockpit‭, ‬the frantic woman disengaged light speed and initiated descent‭, ‬adjusting the ship’s altitude to take course within the Earth’s thermosphere‭. ‬She sat frantically on the edge of her seat‭, ‬smacking herself upside the head in an attempt to jostle herself awake in case she had still been dreaming‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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With an eager push of a button‭, ‬the automated shutters of the ship’s glass dash retracted to reveal a horribly blinding bright white light that instantly soaked the whole ship’s interior with its intense luminosity‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Raising her hands to try and block out the light‭, ‬she shut her Eyes‭, ‬tightly‭, ‬and when she reopened them‭, ‬found herself on the ship’s floor‭, ‬bruises suddenly able to be felt throughout her body‭. How much time had passed since she was last conscious? ‬Her back was to the floor and she gazed up all blurry-Eyed at the ship’s ceiling in total disarray‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Lina slowly realized that she was awakening from having been knocked unconscious‭, ‬for how long she didn’t know‭. ‬Befuddled‭, ‬Lina‭ ‬immediately assumed that heavy turbulence must have shaken the craft viciously through the elements‭, ‬tossing her fiercely about the cabin‭, knocking her out. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Slowly gaining awareness that she was now in the midst of the aftermath of an extremely dangerous event‭, ‬she realized that a great deal of her body was awfully sore‭. ‬She felt herself up and down‭, ‬felt grateful that she was at least able to‭ ‬move her lithe limbs around‭, ‬although they ached deeply‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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She wasn’t sure exactly what she had seen out her space-pod before her white-out‭, ‬but she was starting to remember‭, ‬piece by piece that it‭ ‬indeed now was the end of the world as she knew it‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

At least she thought so.

Magdalena raised her Head Up and took a glimpse into the cockpit from where she lay on the floor‭, ‬still not attempting to get up‭, ‬preferring to remain in an ignorant bliss for as long as she could‭,‬‭ ‬trying to block out the bluff‭. ‬The shutters of the crystal glass dash were closed and she felt compelled to see what was on the other side‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

But then‭, ‬taking in a few steady breaths and glaring directly at the closed bay flaps as she lay on the floor‭, ‬she felt‭ ‬a strange sensation in her ocular cavity‭ ‬as her mighty vision straight pierced through the front-end of the ship and she realized that she already knew what was just beyond the flaps‭; ‬she could see it‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Slowly shifting her body to come to rest on all fours‭, ‬she took a deep breath in‭, ‬and out‭. ‬And just as she was about to force herself up‭, ‬she realized‭ ‬she was bleeding profusely from her forehead‭. ‬Lina was surprised‭; ‬her forehead was in a great deal of pain‭, ‬she realized‭, ‬but it‭ ‬didn’t seem to warrant a yield of quite this much blood for the amount of pain she felt‭. ‬Quickly becoming very concerned over‭ ‬how serious her cranial wound might be‭, ‬she hightailed it to the med-kit in the bathroom to see if she could find a way to‭ ‬stop the bleeding‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

After dressing her Head wound‭, ‬she quickly stumbled to the cockpit and earnestly pressed the‭ ‬“open”‭ ‬button to retract the shutters of the premium-grade crystal glass dash‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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There before her Eyes was the familiar mucky assortment of indiscernible sludge spread out over the entire expanse of the glass‭ ‬dash that still managed to take her off guard‭, ‬and she unintentionally leapt backwards‭, ‬head over heals‭, ‬back down onto the floor‭, ‬hitting her head hard‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She could already feel the powers of Solaria draining from‭ ‬her‭, ‬and she at least hoped the extraordinary child she would bare would be a happy‭, ‬healthy baby she could love and nurture with pleasure.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬SOLARIA‭!” ‬the Mother screamed‭, ‬her fists pounding the forlorn air in retaliation, her back to the floor, enraged‭ as all Hell. “‬I CAST CURSES UPON YOU‭, ‬SOLARIA‭!” ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Lina crawled over to the cockpit. From out the corner of One Eye‭, ‬she could barely make out the disgraceful debris squashed up against the glass dash of her ship‭, ‬guck daubed all over it‭, ‬and she shivered‭. ‬More frustration befell her as the button to shut the shutters somehow stuck fast‭, ‬preventing the window from being able‭ ‬to close‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬Oh‭, ‬you have got to be fucking KIDDING ME‭!” ‬Lina howled at the stubborn mechanics malfunctioning before her Eyes‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She shielded her view from this horrid vision but was unable to shake it from her mind‭; ‬it seemed steadfastly singed into her sights with a seal of scary scorn‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

And it inexplicably beckoned her forth with a tantalizing tease of torture that shook her‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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Feeling a powerful pressure that seemed to almost possess her‭, ‬Mother Magdalena felt persuaded to pursue the impulse that was pulling her in as she popped a quick peak at the repulsion‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

What she saw next will never leave her Mind’s Eyes‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She had caught a quick glimpse of an eerily familiar human Head amidst the mess beyond the glass dash‭, ‬fully detached‭, ‬and containing three wide-open Eyes that seemed to stare directly at her‭. ‬She tried again to close the window but it was an attempt in vain that tempted her veins and her body ached all over‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

‭”‬CLOSE‭, ‬GOD DAMMIT‭!” ‬the woman shrieked‭, ‬but the dash didn’t close‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

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And from behind closed Eyelids‭, ‬an extremely lucid vision was finally able to become etched within her optics‭, melatonin flooding her head in gracious Glory as it ‬fully stimulated her Sahasrara chakra‭, ‬delivering to her a sacred message that was peculiarly recognizable‭. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

A spherical orb of concentrated oscillating photon fibers materialized above Mother Magdalena’s Head‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

She heard a tap on the glass‭.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬ -MIKE EYE ⊙

The State of the World, Undressed, by MIKE EYE

ORIGINALLY BLOGGED BY MIKE EYE ON NOVEMBER 14, 2016 @ DARKESOTERIKA.COM

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The State of the World, Undressed

By MIKE EYE


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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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SIDE-SHIFTING THE (FALSE) NEW AGE MOVEMENT’S DIABOLIKAL METATRONIC BROADCASTING GRIP ASSAULTING OUR MINDS SINCE THE H. EVENT, A REMINDER.

There was Once, not too long ago, a modern-day prophet with extraordinary lingual skills and a passionate heart who Once went by the name of Asha-yana Deen. At the dawn of our ‘current millennium’, just prior to the H. Event, she warned us that this so-called ‘New Age Movement’ Wave Mind Stream we now not find ourselves entrapped, so enraptured within, would demonically pervert the archetypes influencing the channel source of divine incoming messages we Receive from our Higher counterparts. It is worth mentioning here now and today Once Again, that some (ALL) of these ‘divine channeling urgent messages’ Now being received by our lightworker friends from angels and avatars may be (ARE) purposefully warped and tapped intentionally intended to deviously deceive us. The following excerpts are found in the Once Asha-yana Deen’s VOYAGERS II. Secrets of Amenti and her Millennium Round Up Expose. Discern. -MIKE EYE


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The New Age Movement represents the emerging Light, or enlightenment, within our mass psyche as we transition into a greater understanding of the mechanics of the multidimensional universe (Time Matrix) and our place within it.

As this enlightenment is in its infancy on our planet, very often the exploration of multidimensional reality is approached with excessive naiveté.

Frequently within this movement one is encouraged to open to multidimensional interaction [found in ‘social media’] without possessing enough knowledge about the nature of dimensional structure, and often surrenders personal power and the responsibility for consequences over to some designated authority within the multidimensional spectrum.

The New Age Movement represents a manifestation of our evolving Collective Consciousness, a natural attribute of evolving to “see beyond the veils” of 3-dimensional reality, which comes with activation of the 4th DNA strand within the greater design of our 12-strand DNA potentials.

The understanding shared by the New Age Movement and the Secret Government (Illuminati) represents a conscious cognition and scientific validation of the existence of multidimensional structure, interdimensional operations, and the existence of other sentient lifeforms from within the multidimensional universes that interact directly with Earth and its people.

Neither [NO] side realizes the whole structure, or the operational laws of nature within this multidimensional framework, and both [NONE] are exploring these new frontiers to serve their intrinsic objectives.

From the “Energy Healing,” Channeling, Vortex/Chakra technologies and ET/Angelic contact of the New Age, to the EMP (Electro-magnetic Pulse) technologies (See HAARP, Psychotronics, Metatronic Broadcast Station), Remote Viewing, Time Travel/Star Gate technologies, and intruder ET Contact of the Secret Government.

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The Anunnaki-dominated New Age “pseudo-ascension” spiritual movement (most of it inspired by the “Templar Melchizedek” false ascension teachings of Anunnaki’s Thoth [see Drunvalo Melchizedek and the Flower of Life Facilitator Workshops], pre-Emerald Covenant Enoch, Archangel Michael & Friends,” “Jehovah,” “Maitreya,” “Lord Melchizedek and the spiritual hierarchy,” the Urantia, etc. inherently promote a fear-based paradigm of “Light, Love, and Pretend Away the Darkness (“everything is all right”) dogma.

The Illuminati races within the infrastructure of the covertly metaphysically motivated Illuminati World Management Team, who serve as Fallen Angelic puppets, are being “played on” and manipulated by fear of personal survival and a desire for acquisition of power to prevent pain and create personal pleasure (see One World Order).

These are the same motivations behind the actions of the “spiritual” peoples of traditional New Age affiliation, who think worshipping an ancient book, or surrendering personal power to an external “God,” “ET,” “Angel,” or “Channel” is the ultimate expression of spiritual development and will “make everything all right.”

 

Fear, the “Pleasure-Pain Principle” and Disinformation are the common control elements by which the Illuminati and Humans become easily misled into surrendering their power to something outside of themselves. Once this “outside source” has your power, compliance with the approval of that source becomes implicitly the only way to feel empowered.

WHAT MUST WE DO IN THE ABSENCE OF TRUTH…??

 

 

….we listen to the Album. 

 

 

IN THE ABSENCE OF TRUTH  |  ISIS

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WE KNOW WE WANT CHANGE, BUT FROM WHAT? AND HOW EXACTLY DO WE GET IT?

We Know We Want Change, But From What? And How Exactly Do We Get It?

By Mike Eye

 

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Change. Do We want it? A great deal of Us here now seem to be personifying that notion, or at least that’s what We’re lead to generally assume. But do We get that change?

To be honest (as I always am on my blog) I’m scared of Change. The state of Mind Eye try to achieve is perpetual harmonious bliss. I’ve always Viewed that highly desirable elemental, emotional wave mindstream to be a perpetual ‘OM’, which Eye View as a konstant, and denotes no Change. Yet I also realize that the Only konstant IS Change, as it holographically manifests itself into Our existence flickering through Our Consciousness to form fluid Images of constant growth that always Changes. And then, it is to assume, of course, that Changes must continue happening, as an object, or subject as is the case here, in motion remains in motion proven by what we can test in experiments with modern-day physics. So I guess it’s logical to presume that We “creatures of habit”, as it were in Our case, require and are hardwired to expect and want Change with respect to the fact that We are constantly changing.

But we somehow never seem to publically, collectively convince Ourselves that We have yes indeed gotten that big major Change in Our Lives that We’ve been Dreaming of because We haven’t as a people yet gotten to that convergence point in our evolution where we can Collectively Live in the Moment and Be Here Now. As Creedence Clearwater Revival alluded to, “Some Day Never Comes.”

To all my WordPress Followers (now over 1,000!) who struggle with the Idea of Change (Thank You!), and since we live in a fiscal society, I offer up this helpful metaphor to consider. Whenever we need to ‘make Change’ we break a dollar. Change is therefore made, and actualized, when We immediately and systematically break down and subjugate the parts, or coins as it were, of the whole, the dollar, and Separate, as Trump would, and does. But We must also realize at the same time that even as that majority of us (U.S.) who don’t live in poverty can Imagine, anyone who instantly needs to make Change attempts to combine and collect those very same powerful Separate coins to form a dollar so that she or he can go buy something and gain from it. So both acts must occur, but simultaneously, One after the Other. This Eternal Process is One of the reasons history repeats itself. That’s a fact, and it’ll remain at rest. And as We Know as a fact, a body at rest will remain at rest!MIKE EYE

THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION eBook by MIKE EYE – 9781499902440 | Kobo

 

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The Bedlam In Goliath by The Mars Volta