HELL IS EMPTY AND ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE.
William Shakespeare.
“The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when [the predator] made its appearance on Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights, feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays. And then, everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man. What I’m saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart, and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He’s an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic.
In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous manoeuvre stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous manoeuvre from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind. The predators’ mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now.
Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradictions between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behaviour. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of belief, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal.”
Carlos Castaneda.
The predator and the politics of deception
All my life I have strived for animal rights, and have faced many challenges, triumphs and defeats, but now, when I look back at the success and failures, a different perspective of reality emerges.
I remember how relieved I was when hunting with dogs was abolished in the UK. However, it didn’t take me long to realise that the legislation had no teeth… and was never intended to.
The orcs in their uniform of bloody death still carry on killing innocent creatures with the blessing of their satanic masters, the paedophile elite. They still carry on breaking the law, trespassing on private property; ripping up any unfortunate creature who happens to cross their path, and put motorists at risk when their dogs riot upon a busy road. And the guardians of the status quo… the corrupt police look the other way. But seasoned animal rights activists know the masonic score, and how the predator wriggles and squirms through sooty wormholes of corruption to seek its will against the peoples.
The falsity of change
Many of us still believe that direct action and confrontation with the status quo, can facilitate change for the betterment of all. But nothing has changed since time began has it? Humanity is still selfish, brutal and unthinking. But nothing can change… its just the eternal flow of opposites…you win some you lose some. We can point to this or that success but taking the world as a whole, it has never been so satanic, polluted and debased.
The self-serving ego of polarity
There is a lot of variation in the matrix game, and the animal rights movement is a good example of all ‘progressive’ movements, colour revolutions and ‘fighting’ for whatever.
The animal rights movement has many shirt-tail relatives: the egoistic and charismatic leader that divide rather than unite, the barrack room trouble-making lawyer type who secretly eats meat; the self seeking martyr complex; the self righteous indignation of the cat and dog brigade who tell us they love animals, but think nothing of consuming a dead lamb, or a crated veal calf that has never seen the light of day.
People are not what they seem to be…looks can be deceiving.
These hive mind fractal programmes called the soulless are an anchor weight for any spiritual movement and often destroy any progressive spiritual from within. They are ego driven, mindless bags of squirming appetites, the Impostor Consciousness of the parasitical predator: my meat, my dick, my pint and my ‘intellectual’ barrack room opinion.
The parasite called I
Humanities problem is the gatekeeper, the parasitical, spiritual hit-man of our species. The watcher at the threshold of our immortality. The fearful ego I that keeps us locked into the abyss, and the game of ‘us and them’. The watcher – the eye in the pyramid is the servant of the enemy of life, and the third dimension is its playground. The glare of the serpent’s eye is hypnotic, and it can and does engage our minds, and lives its life of self gratification through our awareness and emotions… until we die.
It is the chattering voice of distraction, the guard at the gate that leads to the All, the reptilian implant that has usurped our divinity. Only the foolish think the Law of Duality: The Law of Polarity can change. There can be no utopia in duality, in the world of the predator there is only I, me and mine.
Human beings are all action and reaction[duality] and the way the game is rigged, we pile up energetic debt that draws us back life after life into the brutal game of the abyss. The pendulum swings back and forth, age after age, and man the farm animal comes out of the caves and goes back in…ad infinitum and ad nauseum.
Ignorance is not bliss
We don’t realise we have a mind parasite, and the cause of the problems in the world are energetic. The conflict is spiritual, and the manifested world is a reflection of ourselves; our impostor consciousness of hereditary entitlement to scar and rape the living world.
Consciousness of the third kind.
‘The world will not evolve past its current state of crisis by using the same thinking that created the situation.’ Einstein.
There are some of us who have an innate love for the planet. Our hearts break as the butterfly nations disappear, their remaining habitat destroyed for a god-damn road or a piece of worthless furniture; and when the last white rhino on the planet has to be guarded from the predations of the unkindest beast that ever walked this earth…extinction is looming on our horizon.
But so few of us seem to have this understanding…this planetary connection. Perhaps there is an inner knowing, an awareness on a deeper level that ‘That Art Thou.’ [see my article Satanic Reality] Or maybe we have already on a conscious level re-connected with the All.
The solution
Once we leave the energy of the ‘game of us and them’ and take our power back, with vigilance and introspection, we can overcome the parasitical dictates of the reptile mind. We can shut out the whispering urging voice of Sin the moon, and view the events unfolding on this planet, and in our own lives with non dual contemplation.
In the words of Krishnamurti:
Truth is truth, one, alone; it has no sides, no paths; all paths do not lead to truth. There is no path to truth, it must come to you. Truth can come to you only when your mind and heart are simple, clear, and there is love in your heart; not if your heart is filled with the things of the mind. When there is love in your heart, you do not talk about organizing for brotherhood; you do not talk about belief, you do not talk about division or the powers that create division, you need not seek reconciliation. Then you are a simple human being without a label, without a country. This means that you must strip yourself of all those things and allow truth to come into being; and it can only come when the mind is empty, when the mind ceases to create. Then it will come without your invitation. Then it will come as swiftly as the wind and unbeknown. It comes obscurely, not when you are watching, wanting. It is there as sudden as sunlight, as pure as the night; but to receive it, the heart must be full and the mind empty.
In the quietude of mind when the storm is no more, we will once again be sovereign, and realise That We Are The All. Then when we act upon reality, we have clarity, and the power of the multiverse behind us to affect the frequency of our world. This is the way of the warrior magician.
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Laura Lee Solomon
August 29, 2015 at 7:10 pmAh, well, Hermetic Qabalist and Eckist here, and I hear you…
That is why I take the trouble of expounding on the Hermetic Qabalah on the internet weekly, and just started introducing the sound and color work via that medium. I may have half a dozen students… someone is downloading the books I post as resources.
Still, I believe if people are creating from the heart and entering into an active co-creative role as an aspect of spiritual practice, they will necessarily also be changed–and purified–in the process. I am very much of the same mind with you on the question of the ritualistic savaging of innocent nature on a massive scale, but Mother is not without her reply.
Consider the Black Kali of the Sanatana Dharma.
I have read a “satanic aphorism” that “He sees furthest who stands atop the highest mountain of skulls.” My corollary is “If, and only if, each and every skull in the whole reeking pile was once your very own.” Kali provides the Karma delivery service.
ethompson
August 29, 2015 at 7:44 pmHi Laura lee, thank you for your comment.
I think people can use our understandings as a resource as you say, if they are creating from their heart, but many times they are impostor consciousness looking for followers and glorification of the I. Its all about resonance…you either have it or you don’t and the fakers soon fade away.
Indigo sun hugs.
Sandy K
August 29, 2015 at 8:51 pmI do not think we can do this alone. I don’t think we need to be rescued but given the DNA dis-memberment of long ago, we are not rising en masse, nor are we able. Those of us who “know” are doing what we can .
I’m watching to see what it all looks like at the end of September 2015…perhaps we’ll have received a bit of a hand up. We’ll see.
ethompson
August 29, 2015 at 9:47 pmHi Sandy, good to see you here. This reality is all about harvesting energy, and think how much emotion and action we put into the game that can’t be won. If we take the energy out of the game and take it into the quiet mind of the All, that is, if we can shut the gatekeeper up long enough to experience it, we can with intent send the charge of All into the planetary grid. This is spiritual modulation of a negative field. No blame, no game, only powerful intent.
Indigo sun hugs to a lovely lady!
Mick
September 1, 2015 at 4:38 pmThere was an account by somebody, I forget who, of his relationship with a Nordic handler (ET). She told him that the percentages of attitude to humans among them was – malignant 30%, benign 10%, indifferent apart from what they can gain 60%. Sadly, the human race may have the same ratio towards itself.
Iam
August 30, 2015 at 7:02 pmGreat article Elva!
Transcending the gate keeper.
The Way of the Fourth Dimensional Warrior.
ethompson
August 30, 2015 at 7:22 pmIam…it’s the only way we have…..does the path have a heart?
Indigo sun hugs
TomBraun
August 31, 2015 at 6:16 pmWe are born into a world of “death feeds life,” and some folks tend to dismiss that reality, thinking we are not a product of it. Thinking clearly would certainly entertain that premise. We try to envision and make the world what it is not (less violent, etc.) thinking THAT should be our goal. That kind of thinking of course gives those thinkers their unique adventure, even as contrary thinkers create their adventures. POINT BEING, life here was never designed to be anything but what it is, which IS, an adventure.
Each to their own, and as each makes up the whole that is life, together we create the adventures we each came for. LIFE HAS NO PROBLEMS, and the problems we think life has create our unique adventures. LIFE IS LIFE; the way it is, is the way it is, now go and enjoy your day, if you are able, and if not, then your misery is your adventure.
ethompson
August 31, 2015 at 7:30 pmGreat comment Tom.
Stay in the now of the All. It is the ultimate adventure.
Much love
Mick
September 1, 2015 at 12:17 pmOn Ghost Eve by Carolyn Hillyer
See through the mist where a doorway beckons
Where the half-light gathers and the dark veils fall
What we thought was lost is only hidden
From the dying shadows there’s a distant call.
On Ghost Eve
Hex and Hag and Crone and Spell
On Ghost Eve
Bless this cauldron and stir it well.
We’ve burned in the fire but now wer’re cooling
We’ve drowned in the waters but now we swim
We’ve run from the hounds but now we face them
The past was cruel but we didn’t give in
The circle was scattered but we’re still spinning
The cloth was torn but we’ll weave it anew
The wine is spicy, the cup is brimming
And this night is proof we made it through.
Come with a wit that is brightly wicked
Come with a tongue that can cut through stone
Come with a will that is tough as granite
Come with the truth that you feel in your bones
Come with a cackle and a free-born spirit
Come with an edge that is sharp and new
Come with your depth and your ageless wisdom
Come with a cake and a warming brew.
We’re the smoke from flames that keep on dancing
The difference that blows through a silent crowd
We’re the love in a heart that has never stumbled
The dust on a rich and ragged road
We’re the blessing of the woods and a curse on iron
The passion of Moon and the wrath of Sun
We’re the bind and the cast and the whole damn magic
We asked for it all and we’ll answer to none.
To declare your belief in witches
You have only to put the kettle on
As a pot keeps warm on a single ember
So a lot can be hidden in a single song.
Mick
September 1, 2015 at 12:33 pmIf the Ground of All Being can be symbolised as Arda, the Earth Goddess, spread-eagled and nailed into matter, Her heart blood continually syphoned to create and empower this reality, then life itself is one big blood sacrifice. This may seem negative in the extreme to many, but it should not be ignored. We have a wrong to right, and a debt to pay to the life energy that brought us into being. What can be perceived as debt is only spiritual self-responsibility. We are perfectly capable of being our own redemption.
ethompson
September 1, 2015 at 1:29 pmLove it!
Mick
September 1, 2015 at 2:26 pmTa, you are a Star! Won’t be around for a couple of weeks as I will be where the internet isn’t. Will send you some loving thoughts though x
ethompson
September 1, 2015 at 4:53 pmShall miss you here. Much love and have a blast….
Mick
September 1, 2015 at 4:43 pmThis is for you (from the song Weathered Edge by Carolyn Hillyer):
Here in a landscape
of secrets and shadows
wide hills and dark
ancestral memory,
there are songs
for the deep roots of life,
for the distant call
of northern ice,
for old magic,
for love born from damp soil,
for the woman who journeys
to the far edges of herself.
ethompson
September 1, 2015 at 4:54 pmWonderful poem…’of secrets and shadows.’
Mick
September 1, 2015 at 5:15 pmWanted to post this before I head for the woods. It’s from:
http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/ciencia/ciencia_greatesthistory02.htm
The Wild-Card
The good guys, our distant relatives, our Nibiru ancestors, have no doubt been watching-on as the last few thousand years have played out.
Intervention has been minimal with the possible exception of several successful attempts to disable and disarm nuclear weaponry that was headed for space. They cannot help us unless we help ourselves and we must start by remembering our power and our truth. When the time is right and when the vibration of this planet has been raised towards the vibration of LOVE we may then see that we have a powerful ally by our side.
The key to figuring all this out is simple.
Understand yourself. You are consciousness, you are soul and you are all-powerful. Don’t buy into the games and the distractions; understand it, integrate it and move forward. Once you have awoken to the fact that the world is structured to suit the bad guys you know enough.
Next you need to awaken yourself.
Be positive, be happy, be of love, listen to beautiful music, connect with nature and the animals every chance you get. You have a destiny to fulfill. Remember who you are. Use positive affirmations, meditate, be healthy, understand the body, the natural energy system, the immune system, food and natural medicine.
Learn and practice everything you can to be the most powerful person you can be.
Follow your dreams and listen your heart. You can do it, you can do anything.
Much Love to you Elva, and look forward to catching up x
ethompson
September 1, 2015 at 7:11 pmOur Niburu ancestors are getting closer….
Mick
September 7, 2015 at 12:56 pmThe God of Duality is at work,
Creator of men
mirror which illumines things.
Mother of the gods,father of the gods, the old god
spread out on the navel of the Earth
within the circle of turquoise.
He who dwells in the clouds
The old god, he who inhabits the shadows of the land of the dead
The lord of fire and time.
From the Florentine Codex