Monday, April 18, 2011

Sic Semper Fi, Per Aspera Ad Astra

"pity this busy monster,manunkind,

not.  Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victum(death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
-electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extend

unwish through curving wherewhen until unwish
returns on its unself.
                             A world of made
is not a world of born-pity poor flesh

and trees,poor stars and stones,but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence.  We doctors know a hopeless case if-listen:there's a hell
of a good universe next door;let's go"   - e. e. cummings

"We have, indeed, been contacted-perhaps even visited-by extraterrestrial beings, and the US government, in collusion with the other national powers of the Earth, is determined to keep this information from the general public." – Victor Marchetti, former Special Assistant to the Executive Director of the CIA, in an article from Second Look magazine entitled "How the CIA Views the UFO Phenomenon", Vol 1, No 7, Washington, DC, May, 1979

"Each of us has a divine counterpart unfallen who can reach a hand down to us to awaken us. This other personality is the authentic waking self; the one we have now is asleep and minor. We are in fact asleep, and in the hands of a dangerous magician disguised as a good god, the deranged creator deity. The bleakness, the evil and pain in this world, the fact that it is a deterministic prison controlled by the demented creator causes us willingly to split with the reality principle early in life, and so to speak willingly fall asleep in delusion." - Phillip K. Dick, "Exegesis", #5 of The Ten Major Principles Of The Gnostic Revalation

WOW folks, I don't even know where to start. Sorry for being out of touch for the last month but things have REALLY gotten interesting. The spontaneous secular uprising in the Middle East has the Geckos FREAKED. It came from such a unknown vector for them that they are panicking. Every Fascist Human & Saurian Conclave was given Fair Warning (part of MY side's creed of Honor) well in advance, and advised to pull back and pull out of this part of the 'Verse. They just didn't get it. So when the 10th Dimensional surge overwhelmed all their puny 5th, 6th and 7th Dim. defenses around their entrenched 'spheres of influence', they lashed out in abject fear, against what they had projected to be our side's weapons of choice - tectokinesis, one of my and the Diamond Faced Master's carefully nurtured disinformationally portrayed most-probable attack vectors. With the Japanese earthquakes and tsunamis as the result of their attempts to pre-empt our expected advances, they were absolutely unprepared for the exact nature and direction of the real brunt of the attack. Score one for Earth and us 'monkey-brains' (thanks to our allies).

The upshot of all this is, apparently, the non-human fleshed Gecko High Command tore huge temporal rifts in the parallel reality vector bundles of local spacetime in their haste to escape the impending 10th Dimensional onslaught. I had been trying to just anchor my 'parallel-timeline' analog selves as far as I could reach in all 6 directions I can access, because this "me" had the task of the maintenance of a 'pocket-universe', hidden centuries ago in null spacetime, planned to act as an anchor & buffer against temporal shock and chaotic vortices. It has worked, but I'm glad that job is now someone else's responsibility. Next assignment, unknown. ("An unconscious agent is an effective agent." - W. Burroughs, "Naked Lunch".)

There have been some truly bizarre repercussion/reverberation adjustments to the slowly closing rifts in the spacetime continuum though. I met a myself(x), and a myself(y) online yesterday as I was documenting a "time-shift/living-dead" event marker for a group of timeline monitors with whom I occasionally consult. That should have blown me away more than it did, but I had just been watching the movie "Red" on DVD from Netflix when I had to jump from my seat, pause the DVD, and stare in jawdrop mouthbreather wonderment at my TV screen. I couldn't believe my eyes: right there in the movie was a famous actor, playing a minor character . . . a man I had watched being buried at a funeral I attended because he supposedly was some distant relative of my adoptive grandfather/father, who had recently passed . . . a face from my childhood, apparently alive again in this timeline, a timeline which had in part evidently adapted to the aforementioned rifts by springing into a configuration from far afield (who knows what else has changed) of my formerly inhabited analog vector.

I was now inhabiting an ongoing reality that saw me staring at the remarkably spry and well preserved (considering he's about to turn 100 years old in the herenow, thiswhen) still inimitably ugly countenance of the star of McHale's Navy, none other than Ernest-freaking-Borgnine, who had been dead in my world for over 20 years! I was dumbfounded. Not that this sort of thing hadn't happened before to me, it absolutely had, both to me and to a very large group of other people, from all over the world - the timeline monitors I mentioned earlier. I immediately posted my amazed query on the website, and within an hour had confirmations from whole groups of site members saying they too had noticed his resurrection from the ranks of the deceased, including not a few who wondered how he could look and behave so well, for a man of 97 who had always been overweight, corpulent and obviously uninvolved and uncaring of his ongoing health.

These folk and I all keep in touch because most of our friends were TOTALLY unaware of our perceptions of chonologically dichotomous occurences, and as such the masses, our friends included, invariably attempted to assert their "rational" belief that such things didn't happen in the "real" world, and we were perhaps addled, suffering from delirium tremens or early onset Alzhiemers, having 'flashbacks' (for those of us from the '60s), on drugs NOW, and the typical resonse was always completely dismissive of ANY possibility that our (to us, individually and collectively) repeated perceptions of a discontinuous chronological break either initiated BY us, as we ourselves "shifted" to a parallel timeline/reality analog; or happening TO us, when the whole Meta/Multiverse moved past and/or through us (the latter usually while we were fast asleep).

The hubris exhibited by most of our now newly contemporaneous friend-analogs with regard to our well-documented (for decades now) collections of absolute agreement amongst people who lived on opposite sides of the globe and/or who had NEVER met or heard of each other before exchanging tentative questions, was daunting. It was a lot like the ridicule to which victims of alien abductions/UFO sighters were subjected. We, like they, could rarely have any hard proof (it does exist, but the possibility of repression that might be likely given the apparent undercurrent of lockstep adherence to the dominant paradigmatic "reality" status-quo makes us wary. We have learned many things from timelines that run quite a bit faster that most of the ones currently favored by the majority of the "unperceptive".

Our education leads us to posit the ongoing presence of a undercover organization including operatives that might exhibit UFO researcher-like possibly surreptitious attempts to silence or ridicule the people who delineate the constantly recurring "shifts". Also, there might be truly stupid attempts to find and destroy the huge collection of proof kept dimensionally unobtainable to any but "Sliders" familiar to our 10th Dimensional allies. The consequences of any human or saurian political zealot attempting to harm or "out" any of the core timeshift-perceptive researchers would so deplete the rank and file, and so boggle the collective upper echelons of any covert intelligence community (ask the 'Company' about the 1991 "Men Who Stare At Faultlines" demonstration) that the Japanese earthquakes were used as a transparent and truly Fascist attempt to portray certain former MKULTRA operatives as being responsible. This was quickly and effectively proven to NOT be the case in a TRULY memorable form of communication experienced by those who needed to be so informed. Many pairs of politician's shorts were soiled on that day!

Nevertheless, usually recordings, data, journals and saved bits of newspaper clippings etc. would almost always change to reflect the new analog's historical paradigm. But we who remember "shifts" have two collectively supportive things in common: our absolute memory of historic ocurrences that now were NOT "historicity" as remembered by the masses, and the verification from others around the world that they too were ABSOLUTELY in possession of indelible mnemonic facts that supported our recollections (down to dates, times of deaths, funerals, events no longer remembered by any but us).
The small details of shared experiences were far too numerous, and far too perfectly recalled in far too many instances, instances of years of totally synchronous and perfectly congruent recall by dozens of disparate people of all ages, races, nationalities, creeds and political persuasions, to be dismissed by any but the either purposely brainwashed, or evidently all too typically and consistently closed-minded folk, many of whom SHOULD have been WAY more curious as to how we could all agree on such minutely detailed in agreement and multiplicitously shared "faulty" recollections.

Well, I should post this now and see what kind of brouhaha it elicits, even beyond the ongoing misdirection, deletions, cover-ups and html/Javascript attempts to hide my work and render searches for my Yahoo Group and Blog unproductive through broken links and similarly spelled/entitled/spoofed websites. I will return soon to add descriptions of some of my personal memories now at varience with this timeline's history: like the death of Tony Orlando, from AIDS, a few short years after Freddie Prinze was murdered (not a suicide where I came from) Or my absolute remembrance (because I always hated heroin, and 'needle-freaks') of a dear friend of mine, "Blonde John" dying of a heroin overdose while shooting up pure "China White" with his longtime friend, the albino Blues guitarist Johnny Winter, in Winter's dressing room. I WENT TO HIS WAKE, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! Or the fact that where I grew up, Apollo 13 had NO problems, and no movie about its heroic rescue was ever made.