When you work out what your totem is.
Let the Light guide you home.
It’s Bitter Sweet. To the Bitter End.
Much of the world around me is very strange. For most of the time it’s just me and the flowers and the birds going tweet tweet and traffic driven by faceless people and occasional Truman Show like characters that pass by. And also very peaceful. Even when I venture into town, the people and buildings feel very illusory.
I think I’m looking back into the past. The world is over – it never really started – and I think we only see the past replaying in the mind around and around. For example here is an old Fullers Earth building close by which has now been knocked down. To my eyes it looks suspiciously like Chernobyl. Microcosms and macrocosms.
‘In Ukrainian, the word Chernobyl means ‘wormwood’, the bitter-tasting plant. But wormwood is also the name given to a devastating star, or meteorite, in the Book of Revelation: “A great star, blazing like a torch, fell from the sky on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water – the name of the star is Wormwood.’
Everything seems incredibly real but it’s not. ‘Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists’. Spirit sees things differently from us and wants us to let the Illusion go. In a sense the world is just a wish to be separated from God which is impossible.
Recently I’ve had two dreams saying the same thing. In the first dream, I had lost my mobile phone and wanted to email Jenny and I cried out to the Universe ‘Show me where my phone is’ and the next second I woke up and there was the mobile phone next to me so I emailed her. Problem sorted. Last night I had a dream where I wanted to go to the toilet. The first cubicles I came to were occupied and so I walked along a long corridor in a hospital as I knew at the end of it were the toilets. Suddenly a set of men appeared and a metal barrier came down from the ceiling and I was told I wasn’t allowed any further. And the next second I woke up and went to the toilet. Problem solved. The moral of the story of the dreams seems to be that the problem is solved when you wake up.
For me the ascension is very very real. This is happening. The world is a total illusion of death and disease and war and money and work and guilt and pain and suffering and fear and hate and whack a mole and the rest of it. And at the same time there is resistance to it and the total weirdness with the Covid 19 virus and the vaccination I believe is part of the resistance.
Essentially I believe it is an attempt to block memory at a collective level of our true nature and Who We Are.
From Wiki :
‘Body memory and cellular memory.
Body memory (BM) is a hypothesis that the body itself is capable of storing memories, as opposed to only the brain. While experiments have demonstrated the possibility of cellular memory there are currently no known means by which tissues other than the brain would be capable of storing memories.
Modern usage of BM tends to frame it exclusively in the context of traumatic memory and ways in which the body responds to recall of a memory. In this regard, it has become relevant in treatment for PTSD.’
And Cloud Atlas.
I haven’t bought into the virus from Day One and personal experience is important. I know only two people first hand who have been told they had the virus and both of those had doubts connected to the diagnosis. Below is a screenshot of the UK’s covid numbers. According to my maths, working from the Wiki numbers of 66.6 million population for the UK, it’s saying the percentage of people in the UK who have been infected with Covid is 6.5 %. And no one has recovered. Lies, Lies And Damned Statistics. Fxxking garbage. IMO.
A Tangent Universe.
I now see the world totally differently from my younger days. The world is full of symbols and synchronicity and mirrors and doublespeak and messages from spirit and multi dimensionality and strange time shenanigans and very little seems real. I think this is happening to a greater or lesser extent to many people. Basically my mind and vision and perspective has changed gradually over the years. It feels very similar to the movie Arrival where the translator Louise Banks finds her mind joining with the alien mind which lives out of linear time and I think a similar process is happening. And does beg a question. Is it Alien ? Whatever alien actually is. It seems to be different than in the movies. 👽👽👽
The Old World had it’s good parts. It’s like going to a school or work. You go to see your friends and that love is more important to you than what you are doing. Even that though can keep you in the loop – ‘The Ties That Bind’. But I think Monty Python has it right though. Much of it is a piece of shit when you look at it.
When you stop playing the game.
Believe It Or Not.