A Matter of Perspective

A Consciousness expansion system and

science
By K Michael Dean

1./ LOVE TRIANGLE

As with all songs of songs where does one

start? But then, what is a start? Starts are
but a break in the continuation. That being
said this song starts on a thick, humid
suburban afternoon. Sail your mind’s eye
down to a suburban distressed sprawl
cluster of insanity, called north Detroit.
Stacy Street, testosterone showdown home
for a motley group of adolescent
misbegotten’s. Renting together for
monetary convenience. Amongst this group
being your humble narrator a limey native
misplaced by the sands of time and poor
engineering prerogatives of his parental
units.
June 6 1973.
Music forms the time measure of all
times and this being no different the
MahaVishnu Orchestra and Frank Zappa
were in town that evening. So the festivities
were on, music blaring through the drywall
and aluminum into the tolerance limit of the
neighbors. Weather conditions were pretty
decent that day at that moment so it was
suggested by Wonbat that we all go up the
tree in the backyard and continue the
festivities up in the tree. It was a large
maple easily 150 ft. high and branched off
into three major sections between 30 and
50 feet up.
The dance of Shiva redefined the way
to play guitar. Never had such ferocity in
notes been loomed upon the ears of
audience and so it flowed through the
psychic makeup of our motley crew.
The conscious flame is not the
property of a small person in your middle.
Bizarrely translated as dwarf, so stated in
the Purusha’s. It is a co dependant state
allowed at every instance of it’s believed
and perceived witness experience. (As
Sarge the first to function as guru to me in
the old napkin wearing association called
the bhakti yoga ashram known to all airport
occasioners as hari krishna’s. Sarge
appropriately informed me “You are deeply
blessed. You will never have a peaceful
moment in this life. You will always be
stressed until you leave at which time you
will be a whooping and a hollering while
most are shaking in abject fear.”) I have
sometimes wondered how he could be
aware of such a circumstance, still
apparently he was. Back up the tree, better
than up the creek for the moment, Wombat,
a tall curly headed industrialist with a
protruding lower left rib and green teeth,
told the Preener “Looks like rain. I’m going
down into the house and my beer’s nearly
gone anyway.” The gang set about
clambering back down the tree except for
myself. As a gale force gust of mist
pummeled the tree. “I’m staying up here”
said some foolish voice wandering out of my
oral cavity as the feeling was exhilarating
beyond rationale. Then when is exhilaration
rational or any perception, when a thought,
as to its source, is applied. Organic biologic
life, Vivaci, the green fuse force had me
mesmerized and a few raindrops were
certainly not going to drive me into the
house. For the bell to toll there must be a
bell to toll requiring a place for where it’s
tolled and so I was. The ferocity of the storm
intensified and reasonability reared its little
head. Some might say miniscule in
reference to my collective behavioral unit.
None the less it hit me i should get down
out of this tree.
The dawn of dawns flows through the
pen of who knows whom. The persons
within the all person define infinity in
quantity. To the trunk To the trunk, young
man. Was a random visiting thought. I
turned my gaze to make a grasp for the
best hand hold on what just a moment
before had been a tree trunk, to be greeted
instead by a huge writhing python snake
body of singular intent amidst the whirling
storm of rain and mist. Causing a deep
consternation to form in the mind “what the
.....” So having hold of whatever it was I had
hold of presuming it to be tree. I changed
my mind and would have required a large
industrial device to pry me off, I might add
so would you. Trusting It’s easy to sit there,
wherever you are reading this, and go yeah
big deal. But it was and is and we shall see.
How many coils in the snake in the
tree?
There’s three and half from the song
of me.
Seven rungs up the ladder
of the family tree.
Ramon Lull in the 850s a.d. (after
duress) on a sunny afternoon had the sky
open up into a multi layered geometric
number form. While he was having his
lunch. To grow in a human instant to state
“a human being’s soul is the closed thing to
nothing in the universe.” What was the
number of universes in Lull’s vision? Nine
was the number as all numbers are based
on 9. When sea’s part there is the demand
for reason. As a new born baby’s, smooth
brain is framed, in the synaptic discharge
welled from deep within. The residue of the
formed instance defines the basis for the
scars along the cortex called nerve way’s.
So the third left convolution of the frontal
lobe on a right handed person is deeply
scarred and the third right frontal lobe of a
left handed person. Though these form with
attendant chemical variations. Perceived by
the senses, their source defies all reason. All
molecular structure is formed in thought on
going, 24/7, By what?, we have no idea. Yet
it is so, and measurably distributed 9 to 1. It
takes 9 levels of dimension to account for
our singular experience as perceived in 3-
dimensional space with time, the great
sequencer. Superheterodyning on a 9 fold
matrix in a golden mean inverse
relationship spiral. As so accurately
measured by Dr. Daniel Winter. In his heart
resonance measurement technology. What
grace have trees? Where is the song of life
that comes as these that bring an
atmosphere formed by their photogenic
dream there to dance upon the limbs that
ride in time. As the psychotic steel rimed
dentist loomed over the child’s cranium
dreaming seditions, tortures, pheromone
thrill upon the anti life matrix brain dubbed
as demon seed. Caught in the middle of
torments never dreamed can
communication ever be? Not within the
world of men with faculties that they
currently have access to. It’s simply a world
of semaphore code. Just like spirits conjured
in alchemical conjurations. They can only
flag the airplane down. Or point, that way.
They have no esophagus. They move no air.
They make no sounds. What paints them
there in the tapestry of apparition. What
moves them organized in their form. It is the
same source as for all. Mother nature
Goddess time, She is, and nature time
unfathomed are hers. Most illusive, beauty
on a diadem of rhyme. She has no church,
though she allows them all. Till time is
written on the wall. The age receives the
Kali call.
The tree writhed in the hand of
perception, which was me, as the storm
picked up velocity and wind blew the
creases of my face. Howling dripping
atmospheric condensate. The perception of
the moment ruled in a vortex mystery
dance upon a Canadian maple. Torn
between fear and the need for new
underwear oh but then people didn’t wear
underwear. Bohemianism was the vogue
and lipstick sales had vanished in the thin
air of an investor morning.. Republicanism,
ahhh the social anti-life, re-defining the
limits of tolerance within the matrix of
humanity. Proving once again you cannot go
against nature for when you do. To go
against nature now becomes part of nature
too.
How did this come to be the tree
moving, I was certainly not sure whether it
was too much intoxication, reality , some
left shift paradigm field or the second
coming from the receiving end. Still this was
happening, I was taking no chances and
assumed a death like grip on what ever it
was I had hold of. The wind gusted in new
ferocity amidst a giant thunder clap and all
went black and maybe blue I wouldn’t know
for sure. Could be lightning hit the tree.
Everyone else had gone inside hmmm
another mystery. However for me your
humble and soggy narrator. The storm, the
black, were reality perceived.
Wonder filled my optic perception
however it was perceiving. How was it
perceiving?, where was I?. The black depth
of perception removed, dissolved there i
was sitting on a white picket fence in space.
It seems absurd and preposterous, i agree.
However where and how i was, was not to
be denied and was a white picket fence. The
fence extending in both directions as far as I
could see. With deep space, the vacuum,
nothing, whoa Nellie, behind me, and a
sunny day overseeing rolling hills around
3000 feet in front. Very bizarre I thought
and wondered how could it be, where the
hell was i. On this picket fence in space,
nicely balanced mind you. With such a
juxtaposition of perceptions I was deeply
bemused and tried to perceive the edge of
where one world met the other. Much like a
giant globe of perception but the distance
was far to far to perceive . So I found myself
gazing at the scenery of the hill land in front
of me instead of the ever less disconcerting
deep space with attendant stars and
galaxies on the back side of the way I was
positioned on the fence. Wow I thought will I
bee like this forever wherever the hell it is,
Will truer thoughts ever be thought, but
then what is a thought. Where do they come
from . Where do they go. Questions ,
Questions. Still the perception of reality was
not to be denied and where I had formerly
been up a tree. I was now up the creek well
at least on the fence. The fence of who
knew it even was or what it was but there it
was and I was on it. Fortunately I did not
have to go to the bathroom. As hey who
knows what could have happened. Suffering
from un-workmans compensation, or some
other highly linear mode of behavior. Could
have rendered me frozen in the line around
the building to acquire a few pictures of
dead presidents. Miraculously life
experience as existence, although
preposterous, had me witnessing from some
huge picket fence between universal space
and some picturesque rolling hilled vista ,
not the line.
After what seemed like a long time
period but who knows how long it could
have been. I spotted the movement out on
the hillside of the vista to the front of me.
What looked like woolly mammoths extinct
for some 10,000 years but there apparently
on the hillside these specimens had not
been informed. Or could I be visiting the
ancestral formation ground for such
manifestations from the view on my long
picket fence. The mammoths seemed
unperturbed meandering slowly through
what was obviously very tall grass of a
golden hue in the bright sunlight which
ended perfectly at the dividing zone of the
fence. I had no idea their hair was so long or
of such an orange, I mean true orange
heads. There must have been a herd of
about 200 peacefully grazing in the grass as
they made their way down the hillside
beneath a cloudless sky.
There in the distance at the horizon
line was something very far away looking,
like a tornado from 50 miles away . A dark
triangular speck of huge proportion, growing
larger. Suddenly the mammoths panic
charging, in a spreading frenzy amidst the
now violently blowing grass their agitation
heard even from my fencely perch. An eerie,
uncanny kind of storm apprehension
pervaded the world I’m watching. Engrossed
beyond all rationale and reasonability in the
scene, independent of the bizarre reality
that is apparently now mine. A dark
grayness descends upon the scene as the
bright cloudless sky is replaced and the far
distant thing on the horizon is now much
closer. Though still what would seem many
miles distant off into the hilled terrain . It is
something really huge shaped like a man
with arms stretched straight out to either
side as it is running toward me with a
whirling vortex of dust and mist all around
it. Even though it was just a half inch high to
my perceptive point at the moment it was
obviously of gargantuan proportion. As I
could perceive its coming around the planet
as it was getting closer. A highly unnerving
experience to fathom this thing must be 10
miles high taking fifty mile strides!!! What
kind of thing does that? Obviously
something of a hugeness factor so great as
to make a blue whale look like a sperm in a
petrie dish by comparison . The shear size
of it was staggering to behold as more and
more of its features became discernable
with each gargantuan step.
 The head was triangular shaped I
mean shaped and about twice the size of a
humans everything on the creature was
black except what would seem to be eyes
which were red and looked like two stars
affixed to its face. It had no features no
mouth no nose just the two stars on an onyx
glass black glass smooth reflecting surface
one might call its skin. So black and smooth
light could not escape its countenance.
Legendary implementation of will direction
in a black death flattened ice cream cone.
Flowing in festoons a bat like skin hung from
the underside of the outstretched arms
trailing in the dust storm melee. As it drew
ever more incredulously closer. What kind of
being was this that stirred a storm beneath
its feet, given they were the size of a large
city block but hey. Where in whatever’s
worst moment had such a thing come to
transpire looming large around the
curvature of this time based planet in this
moment of the rapidly scampering
mastodon morning. Well it was afternoon
when I left where I was in the burbs, but
morning alliterates the moment. I type that
you will forgive my expenditure of license in
the situation as the thing which made king
kong look part of a lost flea colony was
getting ever close and still larger. With
things and attributes being defined of a size
and nature I certainly would rather not have
been entertaining let alone inviting home
for tea. Features of the being were unique
as even though it was 10 miles away, it was
so huge every aspect of its countenance
could be well perceived, and it was heading
straight for me. Dark black was its apparel
with it having the uniqueness of being its
own surface or skin so to type, not clothing
as an adornment on the body but as part of
its very form. Festooning bat skin cape like
drapes hanging from its outstretched arms
trailed in it’s rushing fury. Red jewel stars
eyes staring straight at me with a
singularity of purpose not to be denied. With
legs and feet in what appeared as a thong
tied black cloth leggings from some
medieval period. But not of any world but
it’s own. The face was froze in some pristine
diabolic rapture agony, smooth as a cue ball
and only the red star eyes on the midnight
black flattened cone of its head. Frozen in
disbelief at the intensity and
outrageousness of the moment, like some
snake mesmerized by an old shamans
training. The ferocity of the wind doubled
with each step and the atmosphere could be
heard to howl with each descent of the giant
feet. In a shriek no world has heard, a
million bombs falling as a sheet wave
downpour searing the bones in it’s merciless
scream. This was just the noise from it’s
feet in movement, it made no attempt at
making a sound, as apparently none was
needed. The magnitude of atmosphere
being removed by each foot placement was
like the great pyramid. It had an almost
metallic edge to the sonic gas rush frenzy of
sound defying all reason right in front of me.
Now the steps seemed as descending
caverns of dark space till the dark sky
loomed high overhead and I would have
swore it was going to come down right on
top of me and a mile around. However it did
not, or I could not be hear typing this tale. It
did however impale the ground about 30
feet in front of me, with me and all around
being launched into the air with the impact
of a thousand freight trains. Careening
spinning in dust mist and all that was not
part of the substrata at least 1000 feet
deep, into the sky black fusion up out into a
lapse of consciousness. As for a moment I
blacked out. What happened to the picket
fence I have no idea, but it’s importance
dissolved rapidly in my new experience
moment.
Deep immaculate serenity escaped all
around me as I came to. Spinning slowly
revolving around in a sort of open fetal
position. Floating in what seemed like deep
space. How could I be breathing in deep
space? Apparently I was not, thus offering a
first hand witness experience as existence
of full consciousness without breathing.
Indeed it would have been difficult, if not
impossible to breathe. For the shape I now
found myself to be in was none other than
the twin of the huge being I had just
encountered. I gazed hypnotized, all over at
my new me. Where it had come from who
knows the parenting had been
instantaneous and unknown. Yet their I was,
as I was. Which was totally fascinating, I had
no nose or mouth or ears yet I perceived
sound saw with great depth and clarity.
Perceiving tactile impressions with a surface
morphology
the envy of polished diamond. I was the
definition of black, so black I shone dazzling
in the space starlight. I was not alone, a
device was positioned, about my body width
away from me. Shaped like a large long bow
for shooting arrows but it had no string
instead a kind of round lazar light beam
shaft about the diameter of my finger,
connected the two ends of the bow. The
body was like a bronze brass mixture with
no temperature to it as I could put both
hands together and then grasp around it. It
had what appeared as jewels of all different
shapes and sizes and groupings arranged
along it. Then I noticed that I had stopped
tumbling and as I thought and tried to focus
on a fixed point the various jewels would
start to light up some dimly, some flashing,
some quite bright. It seemed that somehow
my thoughts were interpreted by the device
and translated into movement
characteristics and coordinates. What a
marvelous device I thought in the new
outlandishness of it all and started
experimenting with focusing and moving. I
could turn and wobble stop start accelerate
at whatever rate I chose and go wherever
perception led me. Wow what a trip I
thought, this is a blast, like warp speed
dodgem cars in a limitless area. I went nuts,
giddy with exhilaration, I shot from galaxy
to galaxy. Soared by nebula’s at whatever
speed I desired. Redefining fun on a
moment by moment basis it was then I
spotted this little planet and soared down to
the outer limits of its atmosphere. However
it is I was that I was, was unaffected by any
atmospheric forces or gravitational or
magnetic but reflected light and had
remarkable consistency. Whatever it was my
consistency was, it was consistent and
remarkable to type the least.
THE DUEL
Their, rising slowly, like the moon over
a placid lake was another. Just like me, as
my inner depth, morality, the core of
formation definition, acquired from
experience exposure, told me it was him.
The other, who there. poised at attention, in
pre nuptial annihilation salutation awaited
my confrontation. Swifter than an eye
batted in desert trauma. He soared toward
me and i was instantly transfixed in some
ancient genetic codec dog fight. Orbiting
the planet in a speed beyond perception
panic blur. Some bizarre high speed
rotational trajectory dance frenzy. From the
closet of anti social behavior to the death.
Termination of the impossibility. To shatter
to the finest moment, the core and all that
is the other, so spread in a haze of diffuse
destruction the utter annihilation of another.
Ignorance rules all sages in a mind garden
of ever becoming defined. Words the aperitif
of life experience, cultivating interacting
random postulates. The other purpose of
human form manifestation, chaos, the
random moment. True inexplicability in size
5 thru 15’s. There with the potential to
meet, infinity joins the dawn of random
insanity. Called society, true paradox
achieved the un implement able,
implementing.
We stormed around the planet at each
other from inches to the surface to the local
star. A waring blender repository of intent.
The optimum focus being in the hatti
bringing both jewel star eyes to bear on the
coordinates of the other at this point. At the
moment of location the heat rage stream
will spreads the core so fast it makes a
hydrogen bomb expansion a snails moment.
Beehive modulus frenzy charted the path of
each others planned destruction, with
positions and relationships blooming like
yoga’s in a new universe. Till there posed
above an ancient reed swamp in a deep
mist cloud, in mutual exhaustion. A new
salutation dawned. Animosity of my
unknown yet somehow deeply known
assailant stopped. There in the hill free
swamp environ of a young planet its surface
too thin to be stiff and fractured. Coated in a
thin veil of water and mist condensate, from
the great temperature difference of it’s
warm young planet body, in a deep heat
free space. It was the earth 10 billion years
ago. Now my old adversarial acquaintance
charged my perceptive witness to wake. The
connection in the mind of time . Was i the
past or was this the future. Linearity
disappeared i just was and was overcome
from the motion display of my would be
terminator and myself. I certainly had no
idea i could function such a way, nor that
any could function as such in a nature as
such.
 Truce union a deep salutation and he
was gone flash and as quickly as i had
become where and how i was. I was now up
a tree soaking wet with the suburban sun
squinting at what the heck had just
happened there. Trepidaciously very slowly
and in a marveled mental haze i climbed
down the tree, went inside the house, sat in
the corner and played the calm spacey
theme from the MahaVishnu orchestras
album on an acoustic guitar over and over
for a couple of days. Certainly it was an
experience unlike anything i had ever
witnessed, what did it mean if anything. The
aching in my liver, the organ corresponding
to the force formation area of ones
ancestry, told me that though this had
ended it had just begun. I was determined
to find if there was any literature on such
beings.

QUADRAPHOBIA

There was, the Grigori, from Etruscan

culture, the watchers of the Hopi/Navaho.
Were identical with what i had just
witnessed and had assumed the position of.
Even down to the large bow much larger
than the being therefore obviously not a
shooting bow but some form of vehicular
orchestrator. a very different approach to
transportation from any i certainly have
ever encountered. Witnessed by Native
americans eons ago and etched into the
surface of rocks telling there witness
pictographically as best they could. There
was also the Nephelim of hebraic legend.
200 beings assigned to watch over a certain
planets growth to make sure that other
beings were not infiltrating upon the human
culture experiment. However as the story is
told the guardians /watchers saw the
daughters of men were some seriously
arousing hot mamma’s. Phew, what was a
watcher to do, well they fell in lust” Showed
the daughters of men their private parts
which were as of the nature of horses” The
rest as they say is history a real mystery. So
what happened who am or was i, or am i.
The Watchers children were genetic mutant
giants that destroyed the earth cultures
eating humans like fish fingers. Unbridled
out of control preditation, like wall street
investment houses went on till other worldly
intervention was required to repair the other
worldly intervention convention. A giant
aqua-fication of the planet was arranged
and the presiding deity manifest as a fish
caught in the hands of an ancient sage on
the banks of the ganges as he was about to
wash his face. stunned by the sudden
appearance of the little fish in his hands he
looked at it then it started to speak “oh
please wise sage do not put me back in the
river i am afraid and such a little fish i will
surely be eaten by a crocodile or big fish”.
Well the old sage was even more startled,
but he could not put the little fish back so
he found a pot filled with water and put the
fish in the pot. he took the fish home to his
little shack. The fish grew, so the sage had
to get a larger pot. He did, the fish grew.
hmmm he humphed i will have to make
trough. He did, the fish grew. The sage
moved the fish to a private pond, not quite
the south of france but very nice. The fish
grew. God why are you tormenting me this
way cried out the old sage you are
obviously the presiding deity manifest as a
fish for some reason only god, that is you,
knows why. The fish smiled take me to the
sea. So the old sage had to fabricate a huge
and elaborate cart to get the fish to the
ocean and he did. Though one wonders why
the presiding deity did not just start out in
the ocean, but hey that’s presiding deity
behavior for you. The fish grew till the back
stuck out the top of the ocean. “Well now
what?” said the hermit. “Go to the tallest
mountain build a vessel on the top and fit as
many creatures of every kind you can find
into it. For i am going to make it rain till the
entire earth’s surface is underwater.”
Obviously the old sage was quite the
fabricating engineer so he did, and the it
rained and rained and rained. Till all
creatures on the land were dead or
drowning or bloating. Then the fish had
breakfast, ending the mutant offspring
moment. The Nephelim were rounded up
beforehand, never knowing the fate of their
progeny, and put in a big chasm in the
ground after the waters subsided. I always
wondered where all the water went. But as
was so elegantly phrased by Chico Marx in
the mystery of the missing painting “I got
it, left handed moths ate the painting”.
those darn left handed moths were some
thirsty workers. Fascinating apparently the
pictures at an exhibition on the rocks in
Hopi Land is all that survived in hysterical
sorry historical chronology of the world
according to some twit. How marvelous
reality is completely independent of
humans. Or truly nothing would be the only
thing there was.
In a hi-fi store world, poor toilet
training examples would wander in and
have their way with defenseless high
frequency transducers, called tweeters, By
pressing their finger into the surface,
generally hosing the device. Till our ace
sales cleavage exposing sales lady chirped
up, “i can fix that” then promptly got down
on her knees and sucked the diaphragm
back out. Sure it had a few wrinkles but
wouldn’t you. Like the guy wandering in
waving his arm around like a scarecrow in a
whirlwind. To place an old briefcase with
wooden pre schooled wheels nailed to one
side on top of a stack of equipment,
declaring “this is the cia’s latest secret
weapon and can transport one through time
and detonate stationary objects”. Well
who’d have known. It was later discovered
he had wandered out the building he was
stationed in and made it 15 miles down a
major highway woodward avenue no less. To
the store, our little congregation sales
emporium amidst a sea of sheckle
consuming mavens. Promptly at arriving in
front of the store a special order of
designated fate deciders said, ‘they get it.”
Special as my auntie carrie would retort
“eee’s special is our kevin” when
questioned as to my behavioral luck. My
stepfather would add that my cloud was so
black that i would be required to walk on the
other side of the street during family
outings. To minimize the family distress. The
various experiences led to a quick
classification of the customers as being one
of three kinds geeks, squeakers, and decent
though misguided individuals. Sales
enhancement consisted of procuring a
couple of ounces of real cocaine. White
shale nonsense that would render ones
heart beat to palpitation level declaring
everything was awesome man!! Indeed for
the synaptic nightmare all is a miracle and
proof of external interaction. Still there’s
always a wonderful moment, cookie was her
name, State speed skating champion and a
figure her doctor had told her to get over to
the hi-fi store look me up before he had to
leave his wife. Which as we all learn is the
most expensive thing you can ever do. Wow
Goddess what an awesome daughter
manifestation she was. As rabid ferocity in
courtship shortened my life every time we
got together.
Serpent power that’s what was
written on the cover of an old book i got
from destined to be old friend bobbin bob.
“This is it man , i mean this is the
masterwork with all you’ll ever need man.
Can you dig it ,wow this is it.” Said with that
special, will there be any more cash
departing your premises today, look in his
eye. I will see, was the standard salty retort
wandering out of my mouth. I had already
done my stint with oddball and evenball
organizations and philosophy’s. Wearing a
faded pastel sheet and bongos deep into
the airport night of traveler accostations. So
maybe i was softened up and easy game
the book was purchased. I started practicing
the posture breathing and envisioning
exercise. Within 3 months i could navigate
my shushumma canal like a bell hop in an
elevator. Which level would you like, oh
make mine the sahasrara penthouse. It
seems i was a natural for this discipline like
some people are good at bowling or
badminton, i was good at kundalini yoga. I
could place my consciousness at any level
along the parallel spinal column at will very
quickly and maintain it there for hours, if i
was sufficiently psychotically driven to do
so. It might not fill the old savings account
but it would keep me off the street and
warm on a dark night.
7 levels to the devi mystery fire that
shines in heat.
Yogananda Paramhamsa was the last
known practitioner of Patanjali’s raja yoga
system. Passed along from and through
many generations, till the muladhara seated
moment dawned in this manifestation
moment called me. Maintained in every
aspect of the kiss and curse performing
shrine duty, defiled, yet purely divine. To
journey past a thousand dreams of king and
domination arriving at a searching door the
label of my protestation.
Nine is the nature of universe
formation, however not till the 13th century
could human beings perceive optical 3
dimensional space in concept. All art and
manuscript prior to this period is strictly 2
dimensional. As Descartes’ was thinking he
was because he thought he was. The color
perception capability grew in the human
optic system to perceive blue. Much shorter
than red from around 720 nanometers to
around 360 nanometers and is our current
standard optical frequency experience.
Indeed all perception is vibrating and has
characteristics perceivable within our range
of 720 to 360,(red to blue) or we could not
be aware in perception of it . All ancient
references of color of the sea and sky refer
to green and sea green. Evolution is an
aspect of all manifesting form. Nature
strives for mutation never sameness. Only
human beings are an avenue for the
expression of Status Quo, maintaining to the
best ability, things just as they are
perceived. The most un-natural direction of
anti life one could be under the illusion of
pursuing. To attempt the infliction of some
child like belief upon the world in universe
to all for ever. Is i believe the most insane
goal one could search after and one that
society and the world cannot afford to
indulge let alone sponsor. To raise 2 humans
for 20 years with all the attendant food,
education and requirements. Then have
them kill each other in a uniformed
moment, is an abuse level of enormous
proportion and something society and the
earth can no longer afford. Growth comes
in perceived spurts. The identity stating it
was so no longer just an extension of its
ancestry. Now each was a new individual
perceiving as so. So new possibility’s drew
and grew open with one such being a group
of beings 13 in total called Rosicrucian,
brothers of the rose cross. Who’s directive
was and is to offer an extended hand to the
fledgling identity stating humans. We are,
therefore apparently we can, and with
assistance.
“Salutations noble brothers and
friends, companions in consciousness,” as
now a thought proposed, expressed by all
who read this writ. In short all so called
molecular atomic formations are just that
formations. Coming from we know not
where or how but they do, or no molecule,
let alone a universe, could exist. All is
thought into being 24/7. Furthermore it
takes 9 additional dimensions to support our
experience of 3 in time being 4. So a total of
13 dimensions, 3 manifesting, in 1 time,
sourced and empowered by 9 formative.
There are 9 levels to the catholic angelic
hierarchy, 9 jungian archetypes, 9 numbers,
9 aspects to Goddess’s nature, which divide
and blend with each other in a golden mean
ratio (1:1.6 crudely). The manifesting stage
is forming for many a diverse and varied
play. As so aptly stated by Krishna, “Oh
Arjuna we all exist from now on, never has a
soul been burnt or killed, in this the wise
man is not deluded” It is all entertainment
this is why the universe expands, it grows.
All behind in space is the cadaver of
manifestations past on our ever expanding
spiral course journey. Spirally expanding on
a golden mean ratio.

WATER BUFFALO
August 28 1979
Many moons passed and caught in the
cast on a bright saturn’s day morning. The
pulsing rotational throb of way too much
horsepower between my legs shook my
teeth and blurred my vision. The 750 cc’s of
pure pop yoshimura power percolating. I
deftly pulled from behind the Preeners 68
camaro ss, built and primed with the gang,
on our way to a U of m graduation party of
ted’s kid brother. Placing myself in the on
coming lane at the stop sign, the motor had
about 300 miles on it and was just ready to
be opened up. The windows came down on
the camaro and someone yelled go. I did
and went thru the first 3 gears without the
front wheel touching the ground. The
camaro had not even made it across the
intersection as the motor soared in a
blurring cacophony just below 140 mph as i
crested the hill rise going into 5th gear.
Memory had seduced me into believing the
road was completely straight after the
intersection, as care free velocity rapture
flowed through my nervous system. Yet
there right ahead was a large bright yellow
sign informing me i must either turn right or
left. As it was fastened to a fence restricting
the access straight ahead, the direction i
was currently going. The time warp of
impending pain set in as i made the choice
to go left and milliseconds became seconds
while i flicked the bike horizontal watching
the new expansion chamber ground away in
a flash of sparks and pulled my leg out from
the underside of the bike so i was on top of
the sideways bike. The brain crunched
numbers and no way was i going to make it,
as the ditch and a row of telephone poles
filled my vision. Proving the whole body is
faster than the eye i pulled the bike up put
my left leg on the peg stub twisted the
accelerator as fast as possible and cleared
the fence at well over 70 miles an hour
soaring off into the blue above the field.
Thanking all known and unknown deities
there i was serenely flying on a motorcycle
thinking i’d just cheated death again. The
interesting fact of factory racing
motorcycles then as now, is that their is a
large weight bias to the front of the device
to aid in keeping the front end on the
ground from mechanical advantage. Sadly
while air traveling on such a device this
proves to be detrimental and gives one a
nose down approach to the upcoming
ground where the preferred approach is tail
down. Well at least i was going down and
could have possibly made it except for the
log out in the middle of this field. And you
say things are not written hmmmmpph,
right where i was about to land, then did.
The impact was so great both the bike and i
shot back up into the air again though now
separated, as was my shoulder and rib
cage. Spinning like a top i saw the world
between my legs going around and around.
The sun the sky the ground sequence
repeated till i became aware the bike was
positioned spinning above me and perfectly
placed to land right on top of me when we
both came back down to the ground. Which
it did when we did. My helmet was mush as
i landed on the back of my head and the
bike landed on my legs a moment later
preventing me rolling and i blacked out from
the impact. Their in a small quiet buzzing
haze i could perceive i still lived then as
sensation started to flow back through my
nervous system i could move my fingers in
the tingling. Well at least i’ll be able to play
my guitar in the wheelchair, was the
strange first thought to my head. Then a
cool wet feeling and a strong odor of gas
filled my brain as terror gripped me and i
thought i was going to ignite from the gas
pouring on the motor on top of me. Not only
mothers can do strange things with
vehicles. Even in the condition i was in i did
not want to burn so i flung the 400 pound
bike off me and was jumping up and down
as about 50 totally startled people made
their way across the field to me. It seems
there was another graduation party on the
corner house so well over 200 people
witnessed the display. My friends in the car
drove on by remarking at all the people
running across the road. I was sitting
propped up against a fence in their yard
sipping tea when my friends came back
after getting to the party and realizing i had
not made it. It took ten months till i could
breathe reasonably again with a punctured
lung a broken shoulder blade my foot
separated at the ankle and all the small
bones broke across the middle of the foot. I
was advised not to pursue a dancing career
by the doctors my great friend
howardsonian nursed me back to health and
i quit the hifi business.
 BABY UNIVERSE

Dancing was something i had always

wished to do so i buried myself in the guitar
for up to 12 hours a day till after 14 months
i was pretty good and started a band with a
crazy arab drummer and an insane
farmington nose tackle singer. The Vena
Sikhs were born red painters pants, rainbow
suspenders and red painted tennis shoes.
Socially conservative we were not, but a
unique quirky color full punk rock band we
were. There was the time we played a
private party in farmington with well over a
thousand kids and 2 to 300 crammed in a
huge basement area slam dancing they
called it, but it was a strange swinging of
arms and feet in violence against all, to the
music. Resulting in a central arena formed
of fists and feet kicking and pushing around
a central group of around twenty or so
individuals in a blur of pugilism. the band
was all in black and dog collars but I wore
all canary yellow a large cabana hat with a
big yellow feather and did a slide solo using
a medieval sword. The band punching in
fine style keeping the revolving mania away
from my guitar while i played. During the
performance suddenly an incredible rancid
odor filled the room, like the stench from a
million year old bathroom. Bringing
everything to a stop. No one said a word,
the band packed up and all the kids moved
in a slow stupor out of the room. We opened
up for iggy at infamous bookies club 670,
and were the final act at the club. Kids
would line up at necros concerts to have
their face smashed in by the end of the bass
players guitar<well it wasn’t much good for
music>. At the earth center only the vertical
walls were left. With everything and i mean
everything having been ripped torn or
smashed off in the violence dance craze
frenzy. Bands are like large multiple
marriages only much more intense so some
forty permutations of the personnel and 2
impoverished years later. I was removed
from the rock world by a crazed fan who
decided she would do whatever it took to
have me for lunch. Even though i was at
that time on someone else’s menu. Weirdo’s
christmas party found me and my girlfriend
amy there. To be told, by panhead, that her
friend had gone home to kill herself because
i was there with a girl. These girls were part
of the show up at performance regulars, a
thing that goes with the band business.
Psychiatrists charge a lot of money to act as
concerned cohorts, they just bought beer.
Hey being a male at that age i tried to be
with a girl, the most desirable i could find,
all the time!!! As i was often asked “your
not from around here are you,” that’s right
i’m not. So i asked amy for the keys to her
car and told her what was up. She was
amazingly gracious gave me the keys told
me good luck and that she’d be there
waiting. So off i drove to panhead’s house
for that was where this girl was staying. To
arrive at a lightless not fully closed screen
door rental unit. I called out hello and the
traditional anybody there, (i’m sure that
those in the know of what was to come were
rolling in the aisles at that statement. Well
no body answered and foolishly i opened
the unclosed door and went in to arrive at
the bathroom. (these things have an affinity
for bathrooms) Where i was greeted with
the special sight of a nude girl laying back
in a tub of blood red bathwater. I freaked, in
reality it takes very little blood to die water
red and give the illusion of a huge amount
of blood being in the water. Also all the cuts
on her wrists were very superficial light but
many of them, not the mark of zorro but of
a determined psycho nazi babe from east
hell. Little did i even think that girls would
go to such extremes to achieve an object or
function in such a way, i was to be
educated. Hind sight is generally golden and
indeed how come the bleeding was not
flowing as we found gauze and bandage to
wrap the cuts with as i put my goose down
jacket on her to force her out the door to
the car to the hospital. Her protestations
and stigma and all now seem absurd and
how could i not see through it. I did not i
was just aghast that some girl had tried to
kill themselves to be with me. My warped
brain figuring this person must really love
me, WHAT!!! indeed as i typed my warped
brain figured this person must really care
and i’d had 30 years of singularity. The girl
told me she was pregnant and wanted to kill
herself so she did not have to have an
abortion. I told her i would make
arrangements to marry her raise the child
and be a father to the child. Get a job with
my stepfather and somehow make it all
better. What madness, some fourteen
months later my daughter was born. Even
though i knew i was not the father or even
who the father was i had promised to do
what i had. The on again off again
pregnancy yielding 14 months proved the
insanity of telling my beautiful girlfriend i
was marrying this freak to do a good thing
and that i would not be going out with her
any more. Still the orchestrators of the plot
had deemed this being to be in my charge
and so it would be.
The cusp of night at the mark of
capricorn and aquarius saw three wiccan
midwife witches at the attendance of my
now crazed wife the grand daughter of the
33rd member of the national socialist
democratic party (pre hitler nazi) In pain
from another expression after 30 hours of
labor contortions. With me threatening the
witches with bodily adjustment if they did
not stop and take this girl to hospital right
now. Yet it had to be aquarius and so just
after midnight it was born and i mean it. a
beautiful 8” diameter globe of blue with
what looked like clouds floating all around
inside of it. I figured it must be the ultimate
LSD baby and hit the bathroom in fright of
what it was and would come about. i was
asked to come out of the bathroom and told
it was a wonderful thing and very rare,
thank Goddess for small mercies. Very
rare!!! no shit sherlock, who writes the lines
for these beings anyway. She was born in
the kaul as the term is coined. the amniotic
sack had not burst and my wife had
delivered a bowling ball. They tied off the
brilliant turquoise umbilical chord amidst
much procession cut open the ball and their
lay leah smiling and breathing no spanking
no nothing just a very special baby girl.
Amazement had its way with me once more
as i stared and even now with all that was
and that was to come i am thrilled i was
instrumental in allowing her to be and
stayed the vacuum cleaner. Yet my heart
blackened at the subversion and for 5 years
i did not play. My only joy being the
company of my marvelous little friend
whom i adored. Though in a sea of pain they
were the best years of my life in the joy
satisfaction of parenting this being as i did
24/7 mr mom redefined for nearly 2 years
till her mother was able to function semi
normally. The house was a giant cat litter
and the furniture moved when you got up
from a chair. My tolerance came from the
child with golden hair who smiled at all was
there, never caught a cold or got sick in any
way till 10 years of age. Her mother had
some long fancy egyptian crowlian little
Alistair, type name of demi urges in the
psycho feminist night, which i had been
asked to go into.
Toil toil boil and bubble
burst the planet world to double
toil toil boil and bubble.
What governs covens in the huddle.

Probably lawyers calling out Roberts

rules of order into the dugong night.
Searching for the quintessential out, of
some such ancient written cover my ass
moment. At the moment of birth being on a
need to know basis i did not, so i filled in the
form with leah sarah d... L.S.D. There was
no predisposition, to the three letters, in
truth it did not even dawn on me, but their
it is. I will forever be in her debt of
gratitude for the joy she and she alone
made my heart. As i lived in a room i
sponsored beneath a black candle debacle
of sadness who called upon the horned
Ghost god of stupidity for some such plea as
stupidities are made. Every night at
midnight.
To me the Gods of Fairee called
Manichees gave a green lightening flash
shaped wand i dubbed “the pickle”. to
forever offer the knee wobbling instance in
any situation, no matter how grave or large
they would succumb to the tickle of the
pickle.
As without so within the earth as seen
in 1969 a blue orb of white clouds floating
within. Those who would destroy the earth
womb use large industrialist venture
capitalists to complete their goal and fill the
atmosphere with CO2. This agenda comes
from a non biological anti life- form who
want destroyed all nitrogen oxygen
breathing life. This means the termination of
their stool pigeons but ask them if they
care, their demons.!!! Ancient babylon has a
legend of how a group of some 2000 plus
supermen came to the earth in a giant oval
disk and started their culture. They were
very white and all over six feet tall with blue
eyes and blonde hair. They had a special
sign they put everywhere it was a cross with
an angled-off extension on each of the four
lines of the cross. Commonly called a
swastika. All the large Banking, Oil, Futures,
and Forestry pillaging names of the United
States are german names. from old style
german family we kill you cause your not
us, religious demon purity directives. The
feuhrer’s plan was for all humans to have a
perfect german blue eyed blonde haired
body, with no deformations, variations,
warts moles buck teeth. What a truly psycho
elitist mother fucker he was. Can anybody
be so duped and insane. Ask mr bush.
These individuals need the redefinition of
mental help. Now in mass quantities all over
the USA they gather in buildings subsidized
by tax dollars called churches with an
agenda to brain wash and incarcerate the
whole world with their old roman
manipulation lie of some poor bugger who
was nailed to a piece of wood and coming
back to get ya. Well 2000 years later how
much longer must some old sheepherders
madness be driving the most superstitious
creature in creation the human being. Wake
Up. IHVH is dead and buried in paradise i
personally have slept on his grave just to
see he was properly dead. And He is.
 Long sing Paradise,
Your awesome evening breeze caress
the visiting saint wizards from a billion eons
past. Wow the marvel of witness wonder,
child of the Supreme. Goddess Nature Time.
Nature, forever strives for diversity. All who
promote sameness work for the anti-life.
They thrive on destruction fear and all that
works against nature. They never support
life promoting biological natural systems.
They are ancient embittered demons who
want all others in a state of agony. this is
their source of joy and why they are anti-
life. Too dangerous to keep to evil to let go,
a workaround place for these demons must
be achieved or they will destroy all. This is
the key issue of future humanity, dealing
with these anti-life beings and their CO2
agenda. They also are the chief architects
for reciprocating motors. the least efficient
design but generates an RF field from the
metals reciprocating creating a disturbance
field to block and obfuscate all intended
transmissions to this planet from wherever
else they may come. Piped substances and
electronic grids all have this RF side effect .
Fuel cells water turbines do not. Things that
once seemed haphazard all fall within a
very dark scary sinister agenda from an all
to obvious source, demons, or a specific
group of non human highly organized anti
human and organic life form beings .
determined to destroy the biologically
diverse garden wonderland that is the world
and replace it with a quality time sphincter
heaven plastic replica virtual pinhead world.
A place and state must be found for them
and maintained where they cannot tamper
with natural life any longer. It is obvious to
all now who promotes and grows life and
who destroy manipulate and strive for ever
greater usury of their fellow beings. the
names are unimportant as all they claim is
lies and half truths, we should be
unconcerned with their name but highly
organized with all directives plundering the
earth they may claim for jobs. Still they
have killed the earth and shown their true
hand despite the game of lies claiming to do
good things but only kill and destroy. It is
unimportant if murderers are factual in their
testimony. What is important is that they
stop and be stopped from murdering under
whatever insane name of a god, or security
of leach investors military baby brained
tonka butts, they come up with. It takes no
show of genius to recognize someone
murdering someone else. One is breathing
one is stopped from breathing one lives as
an allotment expression of consciousness
energy with the chance of personal growth
to communication with the supreme. The
other does not.
A well dressed conservative man
comes into town shooting murdering
shouting i am good repent as i kill you it is
in the name of god i come and give all your
money, cause i’m going to take it anyway.
Another comes to the same city shabbily
dressed giving what little he has to all
asking only that all treat each other with
care and awareness of all being allotments
in personality of consciousness from the
source of consciousness maintained in
rhythm called night and day. You may not be
presently blessed with direct interaction
with the supreme source of consciousness,
in consciousness The possibility exists you
can. But only in life this way in the best
arrangement to date of a chance for
individualization of consciousness growth.
If you have a better plan chirp up
though your chirp up. Which of these two
men is caring for his fellow? which of these
two men is performing good works in the
name of God? Do either of these men know
God. Or have any understanding as to how
God is. Which of these men cares for their
fellow being? The one killing in the name of
god is the sickest form of murderer. Which is
the life which is the anti-life. It is their works
which must be viewed there verbiage
checked for conformity with their works. The
earth must be first in all agendas. With
whatever exploit that is undertaken being
weighed in it’s damage or assistance to the
earth and that this be the determining
factor of it being allowed or not and openly
stated for all to hear as so.
A vast and sweeping change must
occur overnight. The investor must embrace
this world in which they are manifesting and
strive with all their effort to protect and
offer good stewardship for our biological
manifesting mother nature earth. The
banker the baker the undertaker all must
view their behavior on earth as to the
damage to the earth they engage in to the
best of the human collective capacity.
Blindness to the earth is a cancerous social
behavior that can longer be tolerated. Or
the dinosaurs have carved our epitaph as
species and Satan’s ancient brag will come
to be.
This will and must come to be the
song all young would be’s dream to be. To
be engaged in an earth harmonious pastime
work endeavor. To rise to the occasion in
imagination and prove you don’t have to
behave like a scum ball, all is behavior you
are not, other than an allotment. Their is not
one part of you of which is not maintained
by things of which you have no idea, let
alone control. All 6 and a half billion cells in
what you call your body have no idea as to
your existence as a consciousness
personality. Does that mean you don’t? Has
this made or ruined their day, they don’t
even have days !! let alone days off. Truth in
comprehension of perception, will be the
beacon on the lining of infinity. To sing an
infinity of imagination songs as Einstein said
imagination will be the most prized human
capacity.
Join the future paradigm mind shift
now. Abandon your insanities and foibles,
who needs them?, who will care their gone?
determine the permanent
resolve the essential
embrace the unknown
You are unique
Sing into the all of is ness that you
are, with your song. Allotted to you, in the
most imaginative, none destructive to your
environment, way you can. In consciousness
of being the allotted segment of the
Supreme consciousness you are. Here
manifesting in the Supremes sourced
Goddess’s Nature Time€

ENGINEERING HALF LIFE THE

EGYPTIAN SWINDLE
Winter 1992
In 2004 uncommon time a
documentary was aired on the discovery
channel of a team of divers robots and
scientists from an english university. Who
made a journey to the base o0f one of the
corners of the great pyramid. To an air
pocket hundreds of feet under water and
ground level. Their playing and cavorting
with the strange greenish mud silt that was
everywhere. They returned to the surface
analyzed the mud and determined it to be
decayed human remains from thousands of
years ago maybe a million beings met their
end pitched down the support structure
access shaft. After they had worn out their
usefulness. In the great experiment to
preserve life and have the pharoah live
forever was the plot handed out. But all that
happened was beings were utilized in
attempting to have other beings take over
their body. Now who would that be, and
what kind of business is that.!!! Nothing
nice about any of it at any level with even
the pharoah being duped till he started
wrinkling, being told he was going to be
allowed to live forever by his psycho
priesthood. So he was gonna squeal to the
populace the priests killed him brainwashed
some kid to say he was the pharoah and
alive again in a young new body. While the
beings trying to gain control over the
humans, i call demons, you may call them
what you will. What is important is that they
are there doing this and did and have done
for a long time. They are a manifestation
maintained by the supreme as is all so a
unique interaction is experienced and
required as to dealing with their nihilistic
bent at any cost behavior problems. They
are the universes problem children and they
must be recognized stopped in their agenda
and arranged for to be somewhere they are
not destroying all around them FOREVER.
Tough order but it is a necessity and must
be addressed en masse now. All is
dependent on this being resolved.
The prowler was purchased as the
court system had decided in it’s infinite
wisdom to give 85% of my wage to my ex
wife and allow her to kidnap my daughter
from school and leave me with no
whereabouts for over 3 months. A special
court system they have in St Clair michigan.
Where nothing is checked out or
substantiated and children are handed to
practicing satanic compounds under the
innocuous name of paradise pines.
Fortunately they were only practicing and
very lousy at their art. The news of my
daughter playing xmass carols on her
clarinet around their compound brought a
smile to my tormented heart. I existed on
beans and drove to work uninsured for 5
years in my trailer parked in my friends
driveway. Thank you hughster wacky little
buddy i trust you are grooving in your new
place wherever it is. Rene Schwaller De
Lubicz the first western mind to
comprehend the egyptian construction
motives at Luxor, wrote le temple del
homme. I became involved with
anthroposophy, clairvoyant research from
the turn of the last century unique maverick
clairvoyant phd. chemist Rudolph Steiner.
Katherine the green witch told me he had
been bothering her so she told him to bug
me. She was a special girl, who fell in love
with me, informing me how all members of
her family had been abducted by extra
terrestrials with experiments being
performed on them. Go figure, well that was
more information than i needed so love was
out of the question though lust reared its
head a few times. Her mom is a sweetie and
her dad was a major physicist at GM being
principally responsible for the catalytic
converter. So these alien visitors may be
doing something contributive. i have
enough on my plate and as i have typed
they are all demons. Beings trying to gain
access to and control human bodies
independent of their designated human
consciousness occupier. Quite regularly to
the demise of the human host. My directive
was maintaining consciousness into the
unconscious realm we frequent every night.
I had been working hard at it for about 3
months winter of 1992 and seemed to be
making some headway whatever that is in
this kind of thing. I have learnt to listen to
my liver and would recommend this practice
to all. To bad we’re not on speaking terms or
i would have asked its opinion about the
soundness of my plans a long time ago.
There i was flat on my back after having
passed out, gone to sleep, lost
consciousness, whatever you wish to call it
there i was but then i wasn’t unconscious
that is. I was fully cognizant with my eyelids
wide open and good vision for night in the
RV. Though the peculiarity of my being
unable to move my eyeballs around was
very un-nerving. I was staring straight up at
the ceiling but having good peripheral
vision. Kind of like a broken moving camera
that only points one direction but you can
see fine in that direction. Well all seemed
fine though unusual, till i saw the trailer
door open and the silhouette of a young girl
with long curly hair and a fur coat. Come in
the trailer walk towards my sleeping area at
the other end of the RV come right to my
side with a face that had no features just
dissolved from her outline to black within.
Then Her feet floated off the ground as she
turned horizontal right by my side floating in
the air, Whoa Nellie!!! She then floated
directly over me and lowered herself on top
of me slowly i was suddenly asphyxiated
and felt this great freezing in my guts as if
my insides were being sucked out of my
navel. It hurt like hell i blacked out in the
middle of this process. Well for 3 weeks i
drank a bottle of the cheapest wrot gut i
could get my hands on just so i could go to
sleep. I don’t drink, I was terrified of this
happening again.
Enough was enough and my beyond
meager income would not allow the
purchase of anymore alcohol. I decided i
was going to work on maintaining my
consciousness into the unconscious realm
with all the will i was allowed to muster. So i
did. When there is activity of the nature i
was engaging in a radiation type mild green
glow, commensurate with the intensity, is
given off. So like an idiot with a flashlight on
a battlefield i was glowing at whatever was
in the vicinity to come and have it’s way
with me. Though now, within the frame of
this comprehension i was no longer of this
neophytic stage. So i have not seen the
being again, it seems i had a gross
encounter with a succubus. I did not know
they lived in the greater Detroit region.
Education in consciousness finds many
avenues or to paraphrase Shiva all is given
enough rope to hang itself.
The green witch and a very special
book by Edourde Shure “The Children of
Lucifer” an anthroposophical play from the
turn of the last century. Wove large on the
psyche as I found myself obsessed with
devouring the premise, destruction of the
old lunar world order around 300 a.d. by the
roman pagan christian onslaught begun by
constantine. The story evolves around a
young searcher who is led to the desert
mountains to be exposed to his guardian
angel. To discover his guardian angel is
none other than the archangel lucifer. Well
he’s obviously done like dinner but it is a
great play and a worthy read. Wielding my
car into the parking at work I went into the
engineering room area allotted to me,
gripping the book. Having just finished it I
seemed to be in some form of
enlightenment moment and sat in my chair.
I put the book on the desk and thought
about what I had just finished reading. It
was lunch time and only Don and myself
were their. I snapped to comprehension
from my mind day dream moment looking
down at the seat I was sitting on, 2 spirals
of light about an inch across were spinning
up through the chair and into my body,
where I was sitting.
Suddenly I found myself witnessing from
inside my chest cavity, I have no idea how
this was done or what I was witnessing with
to have such a perspective. These facts
bore no relevance to what I was witnessing
though, as I certainly was, witnessing. A
strange eerie whooshing sound
accompanied the 2 spirals, which were like
2 tube balloons. One pink one blue, slowly
circling around and around interlocuting
from my observation point in the middle of
my chest cavity. The sound grew into a mild
roar as around and around they went
defining the perimeter of my chest cavity. I
was froze, but then what was I to have
moved or not, as the bright colored lights
were now level with my observation point
on their course. Then when they got to the
neck level they burst out of my body. At this
point I was in a level of agony not to be
defined or undefined. It seemed my being
was being sliced in two by some unknown
plane in my throat. All I could do was feel
the dividing of my soul in pure agony, no
more colored lights. I was being divided in
two and the two parts of me were spiraling
off into the atmosphere either side of my
neck into space. Then as the last part of me
was pulled split out of my neck I could see
the end of my new spiral nature was
starting to dissolve, like acid damaged
cloth, fragmenting into micro dust. I was
spiraling out into fragmented oblivion torn
between 2 colored forces.
Then I was gone. I do not know how
long or where or what, yet I came to
consciousness with no body on the control
deck of some space vehicle I could not even
see its structure. Invisible, but that was not
preventing it from functioning hurtling
trough star fields . The sound of stop stop
stop in plane English greeted whatever it
was I was. As I seemed to be in the
company of about a half a dozen beings,
with no observable bodies yet they were
talking to me in English and most
concerned. They told me they could not
stand by and observe me in the state I was
in any longer and had asked the presiding
controller for permission to intercede. Both
for themselves as the stress was to much
and for me as I was a mess. Well it would
have been difficult to argue with them so I
just perceived in awe. This was a rare
moment for us all me from ignorance them
from proximity. They navigated the vessel to
some distance from this roaring vortex of a
steam planet. Its superheated center
causing condensate from the deep cold of
space to form around its perimeter and be
held their by gravitational field forces as
attempting to escape in a steam explosion.
They moved in closer, the roar was thrilling
and almost deafening with a tone of
unforgettable character. I could smell the
pristine steam vapor as I thrilled in the roar.
My space buddies were pleased with my
delight apparently and said we can show
you more. Suddenly it appeared as a giant
section view of the steam planet and I could
see the forms of the vortex currents in a
marvel of perception and capacity. I was
deeply impressed. They asked me what I
was attempting to achieve with my
exercises, and before I could answer they
told me was it this. Showing me a shoreline
from just offshore of a large human
community where all their were, from what I
could discern, joyously engaging in an
organic healthy lifestyle. I said wow that’s it
a garden paradise. As the words were
leaving my lips, they said let us show you
our idea of such a state. Their I was in the
midst of an array of spherical clusters for
want of a better descriptive term. They were
of all kinds of sizes and groupings some
enormous like galaxies with large groups of
spheres around them. Some were moving it
was kind of like looking into space but
instead of seeing stars one saw spheres
colored spheres. I had the feeling that these
were all feeling spheres of emotion so to
type. It was all very different yet I sensed a
great sea of joy from all whatever it was
that was going on their. They told me they
had a gift for me from the manichees “the
gods of faerie”. It would be there to aid me
when in a situation where things had gone
to far. It was a green rounded lightening bolt
shaped wand, that I irreverently dubbed the
pickle, the manichees pickle. It was capable
of producing a very intense disorientation,
knee wobbling, in the vicinity where it was
regardless of size or intensity of that which
it was doing its thing on. Hey I don’t know
how this thing came about I am just
narrating the story. Then as quick as a wink
I was back in the engineering room with don
standing there deeply concerned. He asked
if I was all right, I told him I had just had a
very bizarre out of body, so to type
experience but I seemed to be fine. He said
he knew something was up when he came
out of his office earlier but did not want to
disturb me, as who knows what might be
happening. However I had been like that for
some time and he had grown concerned. I
also was concerned though in a way don
was unaware of.
It was open mic poetry night at the
old gotham café, my favorite hangout. I
picked up the green witch and we headed
on over. Someone in the dark yelled out my
name and came on over. I had know idea
who this large 250 lb girl was and she knew
it. Then started stating its me Gloria, the
gerbils, remember. Wow the wacky singer in
my old band had his own band called the
gerbils which became shock therapy. He had
a really cute girlfriend Gloria, it was her
wow what happened I thought. It had been
over 10 years, now she had apparently
graduated from state, got married and had
a daughter Eva. A wild precocious little red
haired girl of about 4. Also there, as part of
the cheering committee, all of Gloria’s
sisters were there, a notorious group of
rebel rousers if ever there was one. Well
there was Krissy, the eldest sister of four
born to a 7’ 4” Rumanian marine color
guard sergeant, war hero and the fiscally
empowered daughter a major G.M. tool
supplier, in a black polo. Looking dangerous
and I’m so accident prone. Stammering all
over myself I managed to exchange phone
numbers and delivered the poetry. Most
such emporiums deliver the most god awful
drivel amidst a flatulence chorus, one
dreams to forget. Gotham city was different
though a unique eclectic misanthropic group
of actual practitioners poetry, rhyming
even. Had emerged from the TV based
power humdrum garble that was middle
class America. Land of the boy with the
most toys lost in some quality time
refrigerator heaven on a chemical sprayed
hunting trip from hell. Now stationed here
on the surface of the only planet I’m aware
of with this degree of biologic diversity.
Firing up his mega horsepower everything
he can. Ignorant arrogant demonic mind
frenzy glow in their eyes as they seek the
Masonic goal of parenting a human by male
individuals alone. These are some seriously
twisted puppies, proof, the hunter gatherer
is not extinct, but deeply entrenched under
the guise of suburban America. Hey they all
go to the military backing, christian named
church, of the ranting and ravings of the
megalomaniacal emperor from sub hell
constantine. To regularly have removed
whatever evidence of a crease or something
deviating from a smooth as a cue ball finish
to their cerebral cortex. By the toad of the
moment at the pug. Did any of these bizarre
parasites ever meet the deity or being they
espouse to be in the service of, for a few
sheckles, I would have to guess not. Based
on experience and none of them having any
idea of what heaven or paradise are like. Let
alone who is there or not there in these
places and the nature of their existence.
Still the behavior of bilaterally symmetrical
emotion based beings leaves all in its wake.
You can’t mess around with love. Our love
affair stormed the tea cup and spent my
evenings sneaking around the sisters family
emporium from the inside. Avoiding the
catholic glance of tobacco’d disgust from
the small house as it was called where the
parents stayed. Even though this was a
grown woman almost 40. It was strictly
taboo. We love each other still and will for a
long time to come though we may never be
together again in humanly company we will
inhumanly. We became the older
professional couple all ups and downs
though all around thought we never would
part. Like a comfortable shoe to each other
it was hard to stop. Though a break in the
romance was required, as in the trailer of
dreams vision forces pulled me from
wherever I was and placed me wherever it
was they placed me.

HORSE STORY
In the kitchen of a large modern farm
house, home to a dozen or so people. It was
a little gaudy, with a multi booth setup to
accommodate so many people done in a
purplish naugahyde. Breakfast was being
served by beings I did not recognize but was
perfectly at home with them and they with
me, like very old friends. Something caught
my attention a flash so I got up from the
booth I was in and walked out a door
leading outside of the building. I walked to
the end of the building and turned to see a
blazing inferno coming a third way up the
sky. As the trees at the end of the pasture
meadow were bursting into the sky from the
heat which roared. The farm had pristine
white picket fences defining all of it’s area’s.
White picket fences Ay!!! Hmmm well there
they were with a large 100 foot diameter
stone circle adjacent to the house. With a
huge red barn having a big 20 foot sliding
door which was wide open. Several metallic
hangar style buildings housing farm
equipment of the current era.
I yelled to all inside that they must
come outside at once, they did and as soon
as some saw the conflagration. They yelled
the horses the horses, as the frenzied
whinnying of horses hit my ear amidst the
roar of the fire. A mad dash ensued of
everyone except myself rushing round to
the back of the barn and there I could hear
amidst the clamor, the screaming and
shouting. As they tried to break open the
back of the barn even though the door on
the front was wide open. The whinnying
reached a frenzied pitch as the horses must
have broke out. For I watched in utter horror
as the horses with my companions hanging
on to their halters. Charged trampling my
friends straight to the bottom of the
meadow into the fire. I stood frozen in tears
a song of sorrow had found me. The flames
were suddenly subsided, smoke haze
cleared as a large dappled dark grey horse
very calmly with no ripple to his back.
Walked out of the front of the open barn
door. It walked slowly stately only looking
ahead all around the stone drive till it’s front
legs were adjacent to me. Then turned its
head down and towards me so I was eye to
eye with an 18 hand horse.
Shafts of speed distorted light
observation began flashing forming a tunnel
of flashing light around our heads. The eyes
of the horse bore deep into mine. My body
began to flap like a balloon releasing it’s
gas. As I blacked out in a stream of
consciousness. The horse said hello with a
depth of friendship unrecognized, then I
became informed of how a long long time
ago we had been best friends on this very
earth. Together we had rode across many a
meadow and land. We had each grown old
and died many times since. I remembered
none of these lives but it remembered them
all. The horse was to become extinct. Man
no longer cared for or needed his horse
brothers.
(95% of all species diversity will be
eradicated, removed, eliminated, murdered.
Within 10 years By the foolish and blind
investor mentality such as the sierra club
who in over a hundred years and billions of
donated dollars, have never even addressed
their charter inspired by Teddy Roosevelt
“To protect the forests of our nation from
industrial ravaging”. They the sierra club
have never saved a single solitary tree.
Instead have only paved the way for abuse
and disgusting investor behavior. Calling it
negotiation.
As the forests of the Giant redwood
have been decimated to 0.02% remaining
from what was chartered some 100 years
ago. Such folly can only exist so long, till all
is destroyed plundered or rendered useless.
The united states has reached and passed
the point of no return. While it’s citizens
have been duped to slavery in the worlds
largest government military, service sector
welfare state. Where art creativity academic
excellence have been driven out of town by
greed. Waving an insane book compilation
of some medieval Scottish king. Who
destroyed England when he ascended the
throne after Elizabeth in a maniacal desire
to render constantine’s book to English. Of
which language he spoke not a word. He
spoke only French and latin raised a perv
supreme in the French court till he had his
head removed. Not soon enough to save
millions from gruesome bizarre torture
deaths the likes of the contraptions causing
them defying belief even now. have been
that sought to control nature for profit.
Highlighted in essence by the bush
administration, arguably the most virulent
group of anti biological parasitic beings ever
to have taken human shape.)
The horse no longer wished to be in
this state this way. So the Spiritual elders of
the horse species gathered and decided as
they were going, they would do their best to
find a human recipient for their wisdom and
accrued folklore. <horses are incredibly
gracious I’d have to type and who’d have
known they were so interactive in such
depth and wisdom for all this time. None I
guess till some human were informed and
instrumental in the delivery of this
awareness to the human beings. Gives
horse whispering a whole new thing.> The
horses decided that they would search as
long as they could and they did. All the
Spirit Horse Tribal Elders have moved on are
an interactive force in this world of blind
monkey business no more. But for one, my
ancient friend who had the capacity
apparently to search on till he found a
depository. Of a human being whom this
information could be placed in. Well I must
have wandered into town with my light on,
the one I can’t see but others apparently
find magnifying. So lo and behold your
humble narrator had had his brain
implanted with the ancient horse wisdom.
Let me tell you that it hurts, not any longer
but that’s later in the story. Indeed I found
myself the apparent recipient of the
summation of horse folklore and wisdom as
shoved in me own cranium by the last chief
horse spirit his self. Then I was informed
that the last major character flaw I had
would be removed in a few months,<what a
sales pitch> that it was going beyond this
manifest realm, their to wait for me. Until I
left my current body <not to be confused
with a current bun> then we would ride of
together. He did not say where nor did I
have a clue at that time <though now I am
aware> foolishly I did not think to ask. Well
knock me down with a feather just about
everything else has. However I seem to be
resilient
Horses became my obsession, I
followed any and every avenue in a search
for information. To discover the loyal order
of ancient Scottish horse whisperers.
<karmic balance for the james’s> Aided
and abetted by the internet though bw
(before windows> There is a ledger there in
Scotland where all the stories of horses
interacting with humans has been formed
and is kept, How wonderful.
 Several moons passed till spring of
94. There at the end of em-powers rd on a
cool afternoon with all the attendant sister
clan just hanging out at the big house.
Someone started yelling hey you in a curt
non too friendly very loud voice. It soon
became apparent I was the only one hearing
it, but it was not too be denied. “Hey you
asshole human” I tried to discern the source
of my tormentor and the voice seemed to
be coming from the trees at the end of the
yard. I asked out loud to the consternation
of all the other humans around me on the
porch, “ who is speaking is this the trees?” I
said incredulously” “Yes it’s the fuckin tree’s
asshole we have been told to deliver you a
message but doesn’t mean we like it” Well
go figure potty mouth trees, “ Is it the
message my horse friend told me of last
year” “Yes it is” “Well what is it” “The flaw
in your character is your afraid of death if
you want to live forever all you have to do is
want to live forever” “That’s it I shouted
that’s all I have to do?” “That’s it we said so
and don’t stutter” “ I want to be forever” I
started shouting and running around the
yard. Again much to the consternation of all
the humans on the porch. They all behaved
well enough and said nothing of it. But Wow
I was geeked.
 To live forever, the dream it seemed
that could not be, or even dreamed. What
had been taught by all that could not be
was here with me. Wow what awesome
thing had just been witnessed by me. I
flowed like a cat on a cream sea, what
miracle wonders were singing to me. I do
not think i’ll ever see a thing more lovely
than a tree. Even though they hurled
profanity at me i have only adoration in my
heart center for them. The earths composite
gas atmosphere is principally controlled by
them. As bees control the pollination. <two
of the yardsticks for human superiority are
internal thermal temperature at 98.6 this
was thought to be the highest, bees are
102.1. Number of valves in the heart system
humans having 4 bees have 6. Bees change
their specific gravity in order to lift off, then
wings propel them. Humans can only dream
of such biomorphic control.>
Rainbow gathering were the words of
the lost vagabonds and the social rage for
middle age counter culture behavior in the
early 90’s . Pagan and edward were a pair of
the crowd and brought home to the big
house by the sisters. After a week long
ravage of the planet in yet another of the
last dying sections of flora life. < i was told
by my first mentor that the human species
in the future would only be about 4 foot tall
live in caves only come out at night to eat
giant cock roaches, which were the only
game in town. Imagine , he would say, what
kind of a saint will be required to attempt
the uplifting of such creatures. To take on a
birth as one of them and how all but
impossible the task will be”. It will be after
the mark of the beast. That being a time
when only animal directives are pursued by
humanity. Rendering them useless for
growth beyond where they are currently at.
The numbers come from the realm of
scientific directive 6 is the number
correlative of science. With the zero’s used
to denote the three levels, somewhat like
thought word and deed, manifest formative
and hierarchical. 600 60 and 6. Denoting
the phase of change in time and the
fixedness of it. It is also part of the old
calendar of globes the first age being 1-1-1
the last being 7-7-7 there being 343
sequential globe periods with the 260th
being 6-6-6. Currently we are in globe
sequence 257. You cannot change what
does not wish to change. The pea sized
black pearl of unfathomable density will
house them all there, for all, from then on,
to see. A reminder of the folly of refusal to
change. Until time is no longer enacting and
all that was is not. All at any level of
perception is maintained and therefore
incumbent on the maintenance action of it’s
maintainer.>
After the flora is gone, and it will be
gone, so will go the fauna (that be you).
Total desert being achieved, by demonic
investor stooges, bragging of their pumping
as much CO2 into the atmosphere as they
can. That the amount they are putting out is
more than ever before. These are the words
of the CEO demon stool pigeons. From Their
own PR blurbs called press releases. In the
black pea where they are headed, they will
no longer be a threat to others or
themselves. Immobilized in a level of
compaction that will make a black star look
like an air fern. See Ya wouldn’t want to be
ya. Still its a popular pastime of humans is
to euphemistically “get back to nature” with
a five tv SUV and a 30ft millstone bunk. At
least the rainbow crowd have not embraced
SUV’s, the true mark of a lower mentality.
Now the rage in the usa, it is hip to be
stupid ignorant arrogant kill everything and
go to church. Investors can you hear the
black pea calling your name there is a
special spot for everyone of you. Just think
none will be left out. We’re talkin’ about the
Supreme.
There are only two chances of
direction for those who care about the
biologically diverse planet placed in our
stewardship. We are totally outmanned,
more than 30% of the adult working male
population of the usa IS THE PROBLEM.
Either working for or being in bed with the
investor controlled military church
government. This makes them the single
largest body of some particular, however
greedy or mentally peculiar they are sick
and at level superseding genetics. This
represents a formidable adversary and their
leaders know this. Being both born and
raised this way. Mediocrity conformity
subservience. These are their emblems their
goals their dreams. The rest of the country
is held hostage by this huge organized,
albeit mentally mediocre, gang. They call
themselves protectors and servers but they
only serve and protect the investor. With tax
paid for shrines of nazi bullying at nearly
every intersection of the national highway
system. This is a disease of alarming
proportion and makes hitlers pale by
comparison.
Calling the world WE NEED HELP in
stopping the investor military church
government, or your country will be next.
The world should demand access of
the UN to the usa to setup a force to
monitor the worlds three largest sources of
industrial pollution. California Texas,
Pennsylvania. Killing not just the local
populace but threatening the entire world,
so a few totally unscrupulous investors can
make a buck. These investors need
arresting by the UN and their assets frozen,
then re assigned to re-forestation or some
other earth concern stewardship directive. It
is well known by all who these companies
and their investors are. Only the UN can get
past the US military thugs protecting these
sick fat restaurant going republican beings
and their idiotic church smoke screen.
The second chance is some mass
paradigm mind shift of human beings
populating the earth to care for their planet
as the number one directive in life. Not
abuse cajole bully their fellow beings while
destroying the very place we all live.
WAKE UP.
Indeed wake –up, the chances of that
happening define the slimmest possibility.
So slowing them down making life rougher
for them is our only choice. This tree hugger
will have to have his cold dead body pried
from tree its hugging, before the crows have
got to it. Before i give up tree hugging and
caring for the biologically diverse world that
bore me. Old republican senators may have
“been a baby feces, everyone was once a
baby feces” but i was not. I love and care
for this garden world with the ancient plan
of man being a gardener. Not some hunter
gathering post troglodyte futures
investment pit hole hell theme park.
Well pagan was convinced by himself
or some other unmentioned being, that he
was god. This i found fascinating and asked
if god was not a creator and if he indeed
were god then he should have no problem
creating something. Say bringing that small
stone to life and having it tell a story. Well
he took on a determined stance with the
stone, much like a weight lifter about to lift
a great weight and the sisters and i left him
at the coffee shop we were visiting having
grown bored with the silliness display.
Halloween came and boring petulance
reared its noodle as krissy and keefer’s
plaintive cries goaded me to a moment of
imaginative suggestion. Lets go to the
church of the shrine of the black madonna
at midnight and walk around the building.
This was patent insanity, yet they both went
ooooh!. The church of the shrine of the
black madonna is only in detroit usa. A
unique social moment in lawyer clergy
relations yielding an all black albeit concrete
madonna figurine on the front lawn of their
club. This is a racially specialized area
where only blacks can be. There is not a
white family within a square mile of the
church club house building with bright shiny
purple and turquoise highlighted busses. All
paid for by who knows how. I wonder if there
is an uncorrupt church club in the entire
usa. The clear skies healthy forests southern
baptists rule washington. These puppies
need serious help but there is so many and
no where for them to be helped and their all
too far gone to seek self help. Or getting a
real life where they are themselves
acquiring a useful skill while being in a
stewardship position for the earth. Problems
problems what is a guru to do. Well as me
Kalamazoo residing ex cia operative now
head of the church of lucifer, he looks so
dashing in his lex luther clone costume,
aaron donahue said “Everyone should write
their senator demanding we use hydrogen
bombs to blow up the world, these are the
cleanest weapons and will facilitate the
most rapid restart of life on the planet.” Go
aaron, a little extreme maybe but it does
address the problem, removal of investors
and their gangs of henchmen. Unfortunately
removing the rest of us and all life as well.
I’d have to say aaron needs to revisit his
ancient cia remote viewing sites, could he
have perceived something incorrectly,
maybe who knows. If She wasn’t blue he
missed the boat looking for a floating straw.
So midnight came we piled into bruce
the awesome dodge truck and headed off
downtown detroit. It was so black you could
barely see even with light from the
occasional street light. Then we were there
i’d timed it amazingly well as it was almost
midnight. Even though the black guy riding
his bike at midnight nearly fell off doing a
triple take upon seeing three honkies in a
truck driving down the main street. I parked
the truck at the end of the alley right behind
the church building. We got out all was very
calm we walked down the alley behind the
church so nervous we must have looked like
we twitched. We were all wearing all black
garb and made it round the corner to the
side along the side to the main street corner
around that. Looking up at the dilapidated
wood up around the old bell tower repainted
white 50 times. To the corner of the main
street and the side street we were parked
on. We came around the corner and started
walking toward the truck at the corner and
the alley. Then we saw them as they saw us
a group of 5 black hoods coming out of one
of the buildings. We broke into a full race
feet don’t fail me now, even krissy. As the
boys also jumped the entrance stairs over
the side and were coming as fast as they
could for us.
We hit the truck I fired it up as we
were getting in, put it in drive and jammed
on the gas pedal as keefer was closing the
door. Flying off down the street we never
heard any bullets thank Goddess, but it was
a very quick truck.
The sisters were terrified of the green
witch, who only loved me and legitimately
had my care in her heart. So it was a rare
moment when all were in close proximity a
third party, private party say. So my crazy
buddy daryl with his fourth of fireworks
fiasco found all their. glorias crazed husband
dante running around with a huge dildo
fastened to his pants while his 5 year old
daughter eva tried to ignore it all. I played
my guitar and pouted over the poor
behavior. Hey I could be all wrong. It
seemed i was, Dante started divorce
proceedings and won custody of his
daughter. What a travesty of justice both
parents were psycho’s from hell, neither
should have anything from eva other than a
visit when she wanted. I found myself with
power of attorney over gloria so eva could
visit her mom in my auspice. What madness
eh read on mcduff.

KUNDALINI CALLING

The internet was awesome for me it

was 1996 my position at work required i
comprehend and implement this new
technology. I was in 7th heaven as i
encountered tantra.com the brainchild of dr.
mike magee late of cambridge university,
he lost his tenure due to a conflict of
interest. <wearing a napkin and mumbling
strange syllables> It seems the head of a
principle Shivaite church in calcutta had
heard of this marvelous new technology
where information could be distributed
freely and without government censorship.
<only governments censure, as
caprillia, famous ancient indian philosopher
once stated, “there are only two forms of
government, one for the people the other
for the government” >
Being in possession of some very
ancient wool rugs of woven litanies from
thousands of years ago meticulously cared
for and hidden even from the prying eyes of
the british for 300 years. To be offered now
in 1996 for free given you had the genius
and language expertise of dr. magee.
Professor magee had been translating and
posting at a blazing pace for about a year
before i wandered into town. It seems
kundalini yoga was now the rage<well well
well my old specialty> and the principle
subject matter of these translations were all
Goddess oriented. That being synonymous
with lunar phases and angular relationships
of formative life streams called nakshatra.
Kundalini yoga was apparently a misnomer
its real title being Kula <consciousness>
Yoga being the yoga or aligning, union, of
consciousness. As above so below all of the
names and asterisms are just that names of
stars and there placement forming angles of
demarcation in a comprehensive system of
cause and event. So all about was believed
the formative display of what was actually
causing all here witness able as a human on
earth at this state of phase. I became
renewed in my exercises now some twenty
years later. Deeply into the synergy of a
common comprehension aspect of all
experiencable phenomena. First i set about
decorating my bedroom to accommodate,
to the best of inspiration, my endeavors. I
had nine large images 2ft by 1ft of my
favorite image of Shiva set up evenly
spaced upside down. As i figured the human
optic system reverses all images this would
be the accurate independent viewpoint
could have of such a being . Most
interesting was in the saga Goddess hade
made Shiva dual sexed meaning he had
both male and female sex organs,
apparently Goddess had a unique sexual
disposition in Shiva’s construction. If he was
to satisfy Goddess he to be very very
special and apparently he was. The picture i
used had him looking very seductive and
very feminine. I procured the chains from
the local hardware store amidst much
giggling from the cashiers. The chains were
secured into the ceiling beams by large eye
bolts with the same eye bolts at the other
end fastened into a pair of 6” beams. Then i
fastened a hardwood futon frame to the
beams and voila i had a very secure stable
but floating large area scrying platform
dubbed the flying bed. Inspired by well over
200 crazed Goddess daughters i had built a
relationship with from meeting them in chat
rooms <this was 1996 the pornography
industry did not have the technical savvy for
streaming media but it is indeed them who
drove the technology> They were
dubbed the jupiter brides my great friend
david bell told me i was nuts and what if
one of these women come looking for you.
<That was the year the High
frequency auroral reasearch project HARP
was turned on full. Algonka alaska was now
controlling the course of the jet stream and
the worlds weather. Run by the army eeh
gadz certainly not my choice of a
weatherman. These uniformed freshly
showered jerks have been playing weather
god for nearly fifteen years. That is why
bush could say i’m not sure about global
warming. They have been purposefully
trying to discredit the scientific community
to pursue their plunder of the earths
resources unabated. They truly do not care
about or for the earth, they are the earths
sickest children who hate their mother
earth.>
One of these women? how about all
of them. They are all Goddess daughters
and sister consciousness’s i love them all
and differently. Krissy had moved out so i
was on full tilt with just my daughter there.

Yoga
As my pop so eloquently and
frequently has stated in many a time, after
having invented posture yoga,
<soon to come my book on first new
yoga in 5000 years pavitra yoga>

!./ the spinal column must be straight

2./ there are two seating positions the
tied and the untied lotus.
one leg crossing being the untied and
both legs crossing being the tied. There is
no preference stated as to one over the
other so neither will i. I use both methods,
though the untied allows me a longer time
period of stationary posture, before the
nerves go to sleep, so to type. All other
things, and there are thousands are not
necessary, and who knows how they could
muddle the transducer transponder
behavior of the human, in these behavioral
efforts. So straight back seated in one of the
two positions on a flat plane, such as the
floor. That’s it, and only that, are the
requirements to begin the process of kula
yoga, the path of consciousness,
<IF YOUR INTO BEING UNCONSCIOUS
THIS PROCEDURE IS NOT FOR YOU>
commonly called kundalini yoga,
however kundali is a goddess not a yoga,
<sheesh>, or raja yoga, the royal way as
taught patanjali all those thousands of years
ago. To bring relief to the mind in a complex
stress dog eat anything, worldly
manifestation experience.
From the wool thru me filter.
God said – Listen Goddess as I speak
to you of you az Jvalamukhi, the essence of
all, and her encompassing Devis, the
knowledge of which is hard to get, even for
Gods.” Goddess replies – O you With Matted
Locks! You are the Lord of All, Knower of all
Essence. From your lotus-like mouth I have
heard many books and mystical injunctions.
O lord, I pray You, speak to me of
Jvalamukhi’s great mantra, yantra, ritual,
and bliss, her limbs and her practice. “God
says – Listen, O goddess valiant beauty, to
the mantra, yantra and limbs. I will speak of
her rituals and sadhana. One should conceal
and keep this very secret. There is one
method to transcend this lower great
universe, cruel and devoid of love O
Maheshvari. This is by employing the
mantra magic .”O Goddess, this mantra was
revealed by the eternal grace of You az
Jvalamukhi. This mantra caused the
manifestation of the Universe and the
Maintenance of all that moves. (You said)
“Day and night I create, I withdraw and I
maintain.” Whoever has obtained this
mantra bestowing prosperity has attained
the ultimate power of dominion. Jvalamukhi
is the world mother, the very essence of the
three natures. By purity She creates the
universe, by motion, She maintains, and by
lethargy She withdraws-therefore She is the
self of the three natures in manifestation.
She is the mother of the three worlds, the
mother of the Devis. Listen attentively,
beauty from another world, as I relate to
you her mantra, yantra, limbs and ritual. In
the sciences the fixed rule is to commence
with the mantra. This I now declare, beyond
Goddess. One should not reveal it, except to
sincere seekers. Om, Hrim Shrim
Jvalamukhi mama sarvashatrun bhakshaya
bhakshaya Hum Phat Svaha. This is the
mantra of Jvalamukhi, and gives power over
time, whatsoever is desired, wiping out (sins
such as) killing priests or a guru or a
woman, or eating what should not be eaten,
or having sexual intercourse with those with
whom it is evil, such as one’s mother or
one’s children. This mantra is the washer-
away of all this, O Devi , this is true, without
doubt.
I adore the beautiful one, with limbs the
colour of thunderclouds, who is naked and
sits on the corpse of God, who has three
eyes and earrings made of the bones of
handsome boys, who is garlanded with
skulls and flowers. In her lower left and
upper right hands she holds a man’s head
and a sword, her other two hands bestowing
boons and banishing fear. Her hair is greatly
disheveled. Using this meditation, worship
and satisfy the Paramesvari. Listen,
beauteous one, to the Gayatri, which gives
all knowledge when recited. Kalikayai
vidmahe, shmashanavasinyai dhimahi,
tanno ghore pracodayat. Devi, after reciting
it twenty times, it is the giver of all
prosperity. Recite it 20,000 times to achieve
success in its preparation. Do homa of a
tenth part, oblation of a tenth part of that,
and abhiseka of a tenth part of that. Then
feed the mind. Do everything necessary
within the sadhana, then dismiss Devi and
throw the pot into water. I speak now of the
great ritual which bestows both the visible
and the invisible. Mantras become
successful using this rite, which is to be
performed in the first or third watch at
night, and are powerless otherwise.
 O Mahesvari, do vira sadhana in a
house, or elsewhere on earth. Make a small
platform strewn with bunches of plantain
leaves and place on this a pot smeared with
vermilion. In the pot place mango shoots
and wine made of khadira blossoms, as well
as asvattha and badari leaves. Also place in
the pot pearl, gold, silver, coral and crystal
and then strive to accomplish vira sadhana.
Draw a matrika cakra, placing the pot on
top of it. A mantrin should put it on a cloth,
facing the northern direction. After
worshipping with various substances, one
should offer food, unguent, mutton and the
most attractive sorts of food. Then, O Devi,
offer curd to the great goddess. Have there
a young and beautiful girl, adorned with
various jewels. After combing her hair, give
her tambula and draw two Hrims on her
breasts, Aim on or near her mouth, and
draw two Klims on either side of her yoni.
Drawing her towards you by her hair, caress
her breasts and then place the linga into her
yoni. O pure smiling one. Recd the mantra
1,000 times, O sweet faced one. Dearest,
one becomes accomplished by doing the
rite for a week. Maheshani, recite the
mantra not in the manner written of in
books, but in her yoni. This brings mantra
siddhi, there is no doubt of it. So, Devi, the
secret thing giving all desires has been
declared to you. One should not reveal it,
one should never reveal it, Maheshani. O
Naganandini, at the risk of your life, never
reveal it. It is the giver of all siddhi. I cannot
speak of the magnificence of this mantra.
Had I ten thousand million mouths and ten
thousand million tongues, I could still not
speak of it, O Paramesvari. It is the most
secret thing in the three worlds, very hard
to obtain, the great pitha Kamarupa, giving
the fruit of all desires. Maheshani, reciting in
this way gives endless fruit, if, by the power
of good fortune one attains this pitha. O
Maheshani, after reciting the mantra there,
it gives endless fruit. Bhairavi, siddhi resides
in that high place (described in) this tantra,
without doubt.
Shiva said: Now I speak of the supreme
mantra of Mahakali, bestowing all effect.
Listen attentively, O Maheshani. She is the
primordial one, Prakriti, the beautiful
woman, the primordial knower, with time,
the Fourth, the ultimate mother, the boon
giver, the desirable one, the lady of heroes,
the giver of success to magicians. She, the
primordial one, Mahaprakriti, Kali, beyond
true form of time, whose great mantra of all
mantras is the ocean of mantra, she alone
gives all success to a magician who wants
it. The destroyer of anxiety, giving boons,
seated on a corpse, gives all desires, O
Devi, and creates all marvels. In this matter,
purification of mind and determination as to
defects or enmity in a mantra are
unnecessary. In sadhana with this great
mantra, there are no restrictions as to time,
or day, lunar mansion or obstacles caused
by lunar mansions and so forth. Nor in
Mahakali’s magic is it necessary to consider
guru. Om hrim hrim hum hum krim krim
krim is the mantra of twenty three
syllables, the ultimately beautiful mantra.
Using this king of mantras causes a person
to become like God, there is no doubt of it.
Valiance the rishi of the mantra, virgin
arousal is the metre, Ultimate miss time is
the regent and Hrim is the seed. Hum is the
Shakti and its application is well known.
Vararohe, listen to the meditation. Reciting
it gives siddhi, its practice gives the power
of attraction, and it causes materialists to
become aware.

The Shri Yantra is the Goddess Time’s sigil

I bow to the goddess made of mantra,

who consists of the 51 Ganeshas, the nine
planets, the 27 constellations, the six
Yoginis, the 12 signs of the Zodiac and the
51 letters of the alphabet and sacred sites.
Then one should envision Devi, resembling
a lotus, like the early morning rays of the
Sun, like a hibiscus or a pomegranate
flower, red as a ruby, or like kumkuma
dissolved in water, adorned with a
bedazzling jewel in Her diadem, and by a
dense mass of small bells, Her mouth, like a
line of black bees, amidst beautifully curved
red lips, the circle of Her face like the dawn
or a day lotus, a curved half moon of nectar
on Her forehead, Her eyes like bows, and a
beautiful brow, Beauty from another world
Her eyes are moving playfully to and fro,
filled with joy and bliss, the roundness of
Her cheeks surpassing the curve of the
lunar crescent. The slender line which is Her
nose is like a beautiful wanton shoot. Her
lips are red effulgence of copper coral. Her
smile is the quintessence of love. Her chin is
endowed with all beauty. Her neck is shell-
like, She has large, open eyes, arms as
graceful as lotus stalks. Her hands red
lotuses, and Her nails are brighter than
brightness itself. Her rising breasts uplift a
slender pearl necklace, which resembles a
shower of nectar on them. Her beautiful
belly is adorned with three lines. Her
gemmed navel streams. The roundness of
Her hips is hypnotic, She wears a girdle of
pearls, and has an awesome ass. Her hair
like royal elephant goads. thighs like
plantain stems. Her lotus feet are like the
crest gem of Brahma. Her redness
surpasses the redness of the China Rose,
She is clothed in red garments, holding an
effulgent noose and a goad. She sits on a
red lotus, and is adorned with red gems.
She has four arms and three eyes, and She
holds five arrows and a bow. Her mouth is
filled with various pieces of betel mixed with
camphor. Her beautiful gazelle like body,
smeared with red powder, is the vanquisher
of the God of Love. She is adorned with
every kind of precious gem. She is the
Mother Who gladdens creation, the cause of
happiness in the world, causing all love in
the world, creating the world, the Goddess
made of Mantra, great good fortune
Sundari, consisting of all, eternal, supremely
blissful, joyful. Truths essence, reality’s
mystery. She for whom all is a divine
mystery play.
Ancient truth sings as you have read,
bliss joy wonder fill you.

The Yoga
So let us begin sit in calm place where
you hopefully will not be disturbed for ten
minutes. Position your legs in either the tied
or untied lotus, straighten your spine,
breathe deeply slowly but forcefully only
through you nose. If you have a cold
FORGET IT. Close your eyes listen to the
sound of your breathing focus on that
sound. then proceed with the mantra
recitation, you have both memorized and
chosen for this time.

This is the mantra that gives eternal

memory or eternity,
Om klim klim klim hum hum hrim
hrim
dakshina kalika
hrim hrim hum hum klim klim klim.

This is the mantra for all knowledge

Kalikayai vidmahe,
shmashanavasinyai dhimahi, tanno ghore
pracodayat.

This is the mantra for prosperity

Om, Hrim Shrim Jvalamukhi mama
sarvashatrun bhakshaya bhakshaya Hum
Phat Svaha.
Have it so the words can be exhaled
in a single breath at each of the seven
chakra stages. From
muladhara the red base
to svadisthana orange
to manipura gold
to annahata green
to visudhana purple
to ajna blue
to sahasrara violet
 So you are repeating the mantra 7
times
First concentrating on the area
between your testicles as a man, vagina as
woman, and your anus. Place the tip of a
finger on this area to attach a reference
plane in your mind. Do not worry about
being able to do that it will happen
automatically. <American spelling is pure
insanity with no consistency and drives me
nuts> Press with some pressure then
remove your finger with your eyes closed
focus on the area where your finger was and
the residue of nerve response still is.
This is the muladhara center all starts
here. You cannot ascend the stairwell if you
don’t enter it. < once all the body parts
were deciding who should be in charge the
brain the legs the hands the eyes etc all had
their argument. Then the asshole said it
should be in charge, well an uproar of
laughter broke out. The asshole said i’ll
show you and clamped shut refusing to let
anything pass. It did not take long before
the eyes were rolling the knees wobbling.
They all pleaded with the asshole to open
up and agreed by proxy of “UNCLE” the
asshole was in charge. So that is why the
asshole is in charge> Truth has proved to
be much wilder than any fiction. Inhale with
much force fill your lungs only breathing in
through your nose listening to the sound of
the rushing air. Focusing on the muladhara
center then still focusing start saying the
mantra slowly till all the air is exhaled. Then
at the moment you start to draw the next
breath change your focus to the next center
up. From the muladhara this will be the
svadisthana.
The svadisthana is the area of the
womb in women and the lower abdomen in
men. Focus on this area as your inhaling
listening to the air the start to say the
mantra maintaining the focus on the
svadisthana area till the last syllable leaves
you lips. Then just as before as you go to
take the next deep breath simultaneously
shift your concentration focus to the next
are up.
The manipura navel area, between
navel and spine taughten the muscles
around the area to help you achieve focus
on this area of your being. Pull the breath in
hard and deep listening to the sound of the
air focusing all the while in like a three fold
movement, on the manipura area between
navel and spine. This area is called the
shushumma canal with all the chakra being
located vertically above one another along
this area that is not an area but is the area
traveled by the focusing consciousness on
its journey. As you will find up and down
through the chakra centers your
consciousness travels. This is you, you the
consciousness focus point traveling along
this canal region is you in totality defined
where you are. You will discover when
hungry you are in the manipura center,
when you are exercising your will, you are in
the svadisthana center. When sexually
aroused you are in the muladhara center.
This is true for all but a Kula yoga adept.
Who has mastery over placement of self
anywhere along shushumma regardless and
independent of activity engaged in. Possibly
i will write a more detailed treatise of the
process but these lessons will suffice to give
all who practice this these capabilities.
So repeat the process raising the
focus to the next center the annahata the
heart center. Doing all just as before. Then
raise the focus to the throat area the
visudhana. Then the area between the
eyebrows the ajna inhaling focusing
listening to the air and saying the mantra all
simultaneously. Then finally the tip of the
head right at the border of externality.
Developing a rhythmic approach to the
entire process. When you have it mastered
it will take about 3 and half minutes to go
from muladhara to sahasrara. You are now
practicing Kula Yoga, if you do this once
each morning and once each evening for 3
months you could be ready at any time of
going from ajna to sahasrara to really go
through the sahasrara and of this you will
experience no doubt.
If the moon is right and your you is
pure intent you could as i have. Find
yourself at the moment of going from ajna
to sahasrara suddenly prone affixed to the
surface of platform like on a saturn five
rocket nose cone exterior blasting away
from the earth at an ever accelerating mind
blowing speed. Wondering how you are
affixed to this rocketing outward experience
as you see the earth shrink at amazing
speed to nothing a miniscule disappearing
moment beneath your feet. Growing in size
at an ever more alarming rate as stars
galaxies universes are left behind in micro
view of the ever more hugeness you
become. You become so large you start to
slow down. Then serenely blissfully like
journeying up a stage hole opening platform
your new gargantuan self arrives through
the stage surface to on top of the stage . In
this case outside of all universes . The
surrounding looks like a giant lattice work of
evenly spaced diffuse lights of 3
dimensional positioning. All the lights seem
the same size and are very evenly space as
far as can be perceived in every direction.
Then the platform stops and you can step
off onto the exterior none- fabric of all
universes. It like a convoluted space field of
rolling form like a giant star base
switchboard you can run in your new star
body along the outer surface of all
formation. Yes new star body look at
yourself wow in utter amazement at your
size and splendor it is like you were covered
in pixie dust then your body removed from
inside the dust. Leaving just the pixie dust
to define your form. Except in this case it’s
star clusters galaxies that are your new skin
so to type. It is an amazing revelation of
dimension and nature to see the tiniest core
of yourself as the hugest thing in the
universe. And that you are the future form
matrix for an entire universe. Wow what is a
human consciousness.

The mantras of control of time and

space are songs of flowering consciousness.
The compilation of these works is tantra.
Diverse manipulating joy stream radiating
vortex of time nature spiraling outward in
ever varied expression. It is the geometry of
the supreme thinking and every star is a
thought of God.
Once a long time ago a very powerful
demon king had taken over the world with
the assistance of a very foolish god. The
demon king controlled all with an iron mean
will so the people of earth cried in sorrow.
Times were strange even the greatest sage
of the age narada muni the founder of
music had fallen under the power of the
demon king and was there living on the
grounds as tutor to the demon kings son
pralada. Suddenly one day after a brag by
the demon king an amazingly scary creature
10 times the size of a man appeared their in
the courtyard snagged the demon king in
one hand which had nails longer than the
fingers of its hand shredding the demon
king in a scratching type motion while blood
red long haired lion like head roared and
shrieked shaking the building. Narada Muni
told his student pralada to go over and see
what the monster wants and to tell it to go
away, It killed your father and must want
you. So the brave 12 year old little kid goes
out to the monster named nrsimbhadeva
and says please mr demon sir can you go
home. You shredded my dad and everyone
is scared shitless. Well Nrsimbhadeva put
out a giant hand on top of pralada’s head
and ever more amazing philosophical truth
began pouring from his lips has he grew to
enlightenment approached by no other
mortal in just a few minutes. He grew to be
the eternal child companion of the great,
wild beast looking God Nrsimbhadeva .
 During a tree card reading i interpret
the result that i am currently undergoing
probation from one of the greatest sources
of feminine wisdom ever and if i pass i will
be under Her tutelage. Will grow blind and
be lead around the world by a lady
companion espousing Her doctrines and
philosophy. Wow i thought could this really
happen to someone in this day and age and
could that really be me.
To keep me even keeled one evening i
came around apparently between my
cranium and my brain. Feeling like i was in
an oven dripping sweat kind of feeling,
however i was just an observation point
albeit strangely located between my skull
and brain. But there was a problem
something that looked like a peach seed
was there situated on the surface of me
brain and looking like it was ready to blow. It
did not look good for the kid, somehow i
thought i could mentally hold it together like
peter and the dyke. What a joke it looked
like it was starting to fracture, who nellie.
Suddenly i sensed i was surrounded by
beings all like squeezing a giant pimple but
in this case holding together a peach seed
looking thing some horse spirit had planted
by this human brain. Probably a one of a
kind problem , but who knows. miraculously
the seed thing held calmed down and the
brain was saved, phew. While this was
happening to me krissy had awoke in the
night from touching me, Krissy was a nurse
with surgical training, i was so hot it hurt.
Hotter than red hot water out of a tap, she
just went downstairs and slept on the
couch, as she told many people can you
believe i sleep with this man.
Well we did no more her son tracy
tried fooling around with leah i said he had
to go and stay with his dad. She packed the
next day i came home to an empty house
she also took all my furniture and whatever
else she wanted, bless her cotton socks.

NEKROLUMA and the HOUSE OF PAIN

1998 saw me at club ascension,

where i met damien, josh and sin the
barmaid. Cynthia, sin, was athena
incarnate, we had moments where we were
as one , though never sexually, we just saw
eye to eye from the same plane every now
and then. Damien was a lit fuse of a young
man with great technical potential as a
guitar player, but could play a soul full lead
as good as the best with the age resonance
of someone twice his age. Damien sin and i
really hit it off, a new band was started with
rehearsals at my place. Their on a saturday
brain storm/burn morning in the orange
room and it was all orange. Black light,
nekro luma was born. It had a great ring and
appeal both lunar soft mysterious and dark
all at the same time nekroluma. The email
was set up and a serious endeavor begun.
Simultaneously with this glorias life
had hit the shitter once again, so i told her
to move on in, we started dating fooled
around and fell in love. I got her back in
school in a masters program. For 3 months
things went fantastic, then her mom in a no
brainer of the century, who just 3 months
before written her off, gave her the second
car and 4000 dollars. Well that was it, by
the time i discovered this had happened she
had long since put that in her arm, forgot
about school and dove into the death of
injection drug abuse. <few are aware that
the practice of black magic entails moving
metal through running blood, gives me the
creeps just typing it but there it is. Piercing
your flesh with any metal is enacting black
magic albeit ignorant of this fact. Making
Surgeons the greatest practitioners of black
magic alive, and they are. After every
surgery now a routine x ray scan for stuff
left inside is performed. STUFF LEFT INSIDE,
that’s right stuff left inside. They get so
psychotic and demonic trance in the lurid
black unavoidable apparently aspect of it
all. They are gone far beyond any drug
affect. The trance stops when it is broken by
some external event. Then they have to see
what they did and have completely
forgotten about while they were in black
demonic trance. Visitors to hospitals beware
of what is concurrently going on behind a
facade of only care.>
I tried reprimanding her. “You think
i’m being bad, you haven’t seen anything
yet.” I did not see her for 3 months, i was
heart broke and very dejected. Such
juxtaposition in events in my life, with one
part of the map in awareness achievement
and success the other a new definition of
pain frustration and sorrow. Her parents
decided i would be blamed, so i was. It
could not possibly be them or their
daughters fault, they were in complete
denial of the rhinoceros standing in their
living room.
In any communication with me, i was
patronized placated and smoke blown. As
gloria was placed in a rehab clinic after
bilking their savings account for 30,000 and
steeling all the munitions in the household.
Initially i was told i would have visitation
writes to bring eva to see her mom. This
was all a planned lie with zero consideration
for anyone. I never was told the truth in
anything by anyone in that family up to that
point. A new directive in ceremony was
begun as all i could focus on was some way
to help gloria. I clothed in white and sank
my heart into the candle flame to send my
love to where she was. I wrote a poem for
her every day for 4 months.
They are available as the 108 glorias
of new rome, book of poetry
I became very angered disgusted and
after 4 months. Lost my temper on the
phone with the rehab clinic who after FOUR
MONTHS RETURNED MY CALL to tell me
sorry their was nothing they could do. I
stood up hung up the phone and said very
loudly and clearly “ I hate this fuckin world”.
The 2 electrical engineers in the next booth,
both hit the ground under their desk. The
vice president recommended i seek some
professional assistance.
So i did, having never engaged in
such behavior, psychiatry, i went to glorias
old counselor got an appointment then a
recommendation to see this specialist, dr
elizabeth borg, yupp that’s her name or
was. She had an entire level of this green
glass high rise in the new investor part of
town. Taking a seat in her office i was
treated to a saga of her latest fling with the
flying people of the phillipines < and i
thought i had problems> after about 20
minutes i chirped up what of myself, her
retort was “you, why your just a”, then gave
me some latin argy bargy name, ”with
extended femur”, and a couple of other
strictly anatomical observations, “ you’ll be
youthful till 50 then fall apart very rapidly”.
Wow my insurance company was paying for
this, even though i had no fondness for the
insurance racket of america, <it doesn’t
exist any where else in the world,
everywhere else, even south africa has a
national health system, not a private
industry called insurance and medical, all
others have a national system in place, to
keep a check on corruption, try visiting an
american medical establishment>. I
did not wish to guide any more cash to this
individuals coffers than was necessary.
Thanked her for her time and said goodbye.
This left me shrinkless for a few days.
I must have started brooding at work
for by noon i was so angry you could have
boiled water on me noodle. I foolishly called
borg could she arrange for me to pickup a
sedative. She told me just go to the closest
hospital to their psychiatric ward give them
her name and number. I did, St Johns.
Smartly entering the building at a
booth style entrance i went to one and a
young lady asked how may i help. I told her
of doctor borg gave her the phone number
and that i was feeling very angry and
wished to take a sedative <i never take
pills, so you know it must have been bad>
She said just a moment went to talk to a
doctor came right back and said if you’ll just
come this way. I went sat on a bed as a
curtain was drawn around and a doctor sat
next to me on a chair. He then said what
seems to be the problem, I gave him a quick
synopsis and borg’s name and number. He
then calmly said as he stood up well we
have to get you stabilized, so please
undress and i’ll be right back, STABILIZED
UNDRESS what kind of pervs where these i
peeked out the curtains to see him go
through a door. You have never seen anyone
run so fast, out of the curtain starting gate
down the hall, to the sounds of wait wait mr
D.. stop as nurses janitors and doctors
started running after me. I made it through
the exterior doors flashed across the
parking lot to my car and stealthily
smoothly drove out as a herd of confusion
came out the side of the building. I went to
daryl’s fast as i could, called the shrink to
be greeted by where are you, what
happened, you did the right thing to get
away, you would be on a thorazine drip
down at st johns right now and for as long
as your insurance lasted or till you were
daed. There is an all points bulletin out for
you with the state police, escaped homicidal
maniac. I have contacted the sergeant at
the desk in hazel park, all will be fine.”
WHAT, ESCAPED HOMICIDAL MANIAC. Well
it seemed like a bit of a stretch to me, also
both the lady shrinks and the sergeant at
the desk of the hazel park police who
agreed things had gotten way out of hand
and that i was no homicidal maniac. I was
told to call the sergeant i did, he was very
nice told me to come home and call him
when i was safely home. I did, he told me
not to worry everything was fine and if any
problems arose to call him. Wow what a nice
reasonable wonderful guy in the midst of a
storm of insanity.
I got a new shrink Bernstein, a good
shrinkly type name i thought. We became
friends he the ardent behaviouralist me the
ardent spiritualist. It turns out he is a major
shrink for the county and had indeed seen
gloria on and off for several years so was
thoroughly acquainted with my scenario.
Telling me i was the sanest man he ever
met, why was i wasting my life with petulant
rich girls from farmington when i could be in
Rwanda assisting those who would be truly
appreciative of my efforts. He said i don’t
know where you’ll end up but it will be
marvelous, so please send me a postcard i
can put on my wall for inspiration. <I will
as soon as i am there> Gave me a clean
bill of sanity and back to work i went.
feeling much better though i had no idea
why nothing had changed, except maybe
me.
We met at the club ascension uk., it
had to change its name, I was dancing up a
storm to my own music, a very special
unique hedonistic treat, courtesy of dee the
owner, when Renee came up to me and said
“do you mind, i’d like to be able to dance
without having to deal with you.” Well this
girl was beyond stunning like a cross
between monroe and diana the goddess,
and dance. Man she was the whip kind of a
free form ballet, belly dancing, cross. She
dated whoever she wanted whenever she
wanted at 19. Though twice her age, she
was only so many months older than my
daughter, leah could have an older sister,
was one of the more novel thoughts that
wandered in and out of cranial synaptic
morphology, commonly called thinking. I
wanted to know this girl, any way i was
allowed, just like that. It was certainly not
mutual i was some old ex rainbow clothed
freak from who knew where. Still i heard she
could sing and what front person for the
band sin could sing with her. So set about
talking her into coming over to the
rehearsal and we could all see how it went.
She played hard to convince and did not
have to try hard either. I figured what the
heck i’ll let her in on what i am trying to
achieve in the para-world, the metaphysic
realm, the other world, spirit land, collective
human subconscious, the other side, where
you are when dead; whatever you may wish
to coin the state. Oh i have neglected to tell
of my exercise, smile, well now’s the time in
the story. A system of organized eternal
capacities within the banner of
consciousness, one calls one’s self. What is
a human being?, at this time or that time in
this case, smile, it was defined as an
organized agglomeration of high velocity
spherically orbiting menisci forces, ahvsomf.
Ritual sex magic
i had been allowed to encounter
these potent systems and the revelation all
mantra had to be performed into a vagina. I
had now to find a partner a someone who
would be kulina guru with me. With the
system there was the potential to excel a
million lifetimes in growth with just one
moments achievement WOW that’s some
carrot. So i spilled the whole beans to renee.
Fascinating she said and wow best of both
worlds when she became aware Shiva,
goddesses consort was dual sexed. This girl
was the one she was very special in every
way.
There is no superior awareness than
consciousness

The Shiva Sutras

1. Consciousness is the being.
2. Knowledge the fetters.
3. The vagina divisions are the
manifest nature of the body of time.
4. The letters are the seat of
knowledge.
5. Endeavour is Valiance.
6. In the union of the circle of the
Feminine energies is the dissolution of
the universe.
7. The mind enjoys and is contained in
the states of waking, dreaming and
deep sleeping.
8. Knowledge is the waking state.
9. False imagining is the dream state.
10. Want of awareness is
manifestation.
11. The triad eaten by a Lord Hero.
12. Surprise-wonderment is the place
of yoga.
13. Feminine energy will is the Virgin.
14. All things the body.
15. When the collective-observation-
shock is in the heart, dream vision
disappears.
16. From being aware of the pure
essence comes the shakti of non-
duality.
17. Deliberation-pondering is being-
wisdom.
18. World bliss is samadhi happiness.
19. In the abode of feminine energies
is creation of the body.
20. The collective abode of the
elements is the universe, the elements
separately are the shocks.
21. From the appearance of pure
knowledge come the many feminine
energies of the lord of the circle (of the
feminine energies).
22. By concentrating on the
transcendent lake of feminine energy,
verbal evocation life is obtained.
Second
section
1. Consciousness the mantra.
2. Endeavour the method.
3. The science-body-being the secret of
mantra.
4. In the womb state of consciousness
expansion the inferior science of the
dream state.
5. In the arising of vidya,
spontaneously, one may move in the
void, like Shiva.
6. By means of the guru.
7. Awakened knowledge is the circle of
the letters of the alphabet.
8. The body is the sacrificial ladle.
9. Knowledge is the food.
10. From the heap of knowledge arising
from seeing in the dream state.

Third section
1. The being is consciousness.
2. Knowledge the fetters.
3. From the kalas, the thing called in
non discrimination, Maya.
4. In the body the dissolution of the
kalas.
5. The nadi dissolution is the victory
over the elements, freedom from the
elements, separation of the elements.
6. Siddhi from the appearance of
delusion.
7. The victory over delusion is the
victory of spontaneous knowledge,
which is of endless extent.
8. From the waking state, the world is a
ray.
9. The essence is the dancer.
10. The inner essence is the theatre
stage.
11. The sense organs are the audience.
12. Insight from will is the pure siddhi.
13. Accomplishment means
transformation into independence.
14. As there, so elsewhere.
15. Attention is the bija.
16. Asana is the happiness of
immersion in Shakti.
17. One’s own measure is the measure
suitable for measuring, giving
guidance.
18. Imperishable knowledge means
destruction of births.
19. In the Ka-series are Maheshvari
and so forth, the beast-mothers.
20. Pour the fourth in the three like oil
diffusing in water.
21. One should enter, immersed, by
one’s own consciousness.
22. Equally the practice of breath
produces a similar sight.
23. In the centre, emanating the lower.
24. In the measure of one’s own trust
in the abode is this prevented again
from appearing.
25. One knows equality with Shiva.
26. The existence of the body becomes
a religious vow.
27. Conversation is mantra recitation.
28. The act of offering is being-wisdom.
29. Whosoever is in this state is the
means of knowledge.
30. The universe becomes an aggregate
of his Shaktis.
31. Both maintenance and dissolution.
32. Though subject to the cyclic law,
one is not excluded from self
experience.
33. Happiness and sadness become
external.
34. Set free from that, one is complete.
35. The being of action is a heap of
delusion.
36. Sundering the internal stream
proceeding from action.
37. The creative Shakti from one’s own
spirit-perception-feeling.
38. The primordial animating one with
three parts.
39. Observation remaining, the body
creates action externally.
40. From wanting external actions
arises the collective being.
41. When really reaching that, through
its destruction, the embodied being is
destroyed.
42. When the element-sheaths are
released, at that time one becomes
supreme and equal to the lord.
43. The inherent union of breath.
44. What is meant by restraint in the
centre of the brow? The left and right
in the central channel.
45. Again and again comes all
encompassing awareness.

Steady the Mind

Help Everyone
Do not do to another what you would not want done
to you.

There is no power superior to gratitude

There is no peace superior to fulfillment
There is no behavior superior to care
There is no wisdom superior to passion
There is no wonder superior to grace
There is no state superior to bliss
There is no comprehension superior to the
supreme
There is no directive superior to beauty

Determine the Permanent

Resolve the Essential
Embrace the Unknown

nekroluma@hotmail.com
 These were posted in my virtual
shrine OPEN- HAND the church that doesn’t
suck, and flowed through my being.

The evilest most abused word in the

world used by demons everyday is security

The moons passed again the five

years was up the courts acquiesced and
allowed me to have my paycheck back. No
more money went to the paradise satanists
YEAH, i love this part of the story, however
my YEAH was short lived. As my ex wifes
only friend called with a good line “ They
have kicked mikka out of the compound as
she has no more income<really go figure>
and i’m trying to find a shelter for her to
stay at. I heard you now have a house can
she come and stay their’. WOW the shear
gall left me quiet. This being who had lied at
every instant and manipulated herself into a
death corner at my expense. My daughter
had been living with me as soon as i could
get her there so the roles were reversed
leah now was driven to visit her mom when
she felt like going. I asked Leah what she
thought of having her mom move into one
of the spare bedrooms. I asked my girlfriend
renee what she thought of having my
crazed ex wife stay there. To Her awesome
credit she said well you have to she has
nowhere to go. Wow i love this girl So now
there was myself my daughter renee and
my ex-wife at the house, well it was a 4
bedroom model. Me and my big typewriter
Guess who called work. Gloria, claiming she
wanted to do music yeah, in which arm.
After all had sworn they would never let her
see me again even sin my great friend was
perplexed.
march 13 1999.
Why that date nothing really
happened that day but a strange feeling in
my cranium started that date, the sensation
of someone else trying being inside my
head or attempting to communicate with
me through my noodle. Strange , yet there
it was and what could be the purpose or
merit of such an objective.

THE AUDITION

It was the morning of april 5th 1999, i

was there on the flying bed, other than that
i am completely perplexed as to where and
how i was there. I was returned to earth
consciousness, when i left i cannot say other
than i had made it to and through work the
previous day. I had come to with an
extremely elegant dark blue caped lady
wearing a crescent crown that looked like
the whole thing was made of diamond.
Telling me all will be fine, make yourself at
home, I will be right back. Bemused and
disoriented, i mean where the heaven was i,
where ever it was the patroness was
incredibly charming. There seemed to be a
Garden Party in progress on this huge estate
apparently organized by this lady, at this
very lush Louis the 14th type spread with
hedgerows lining flower gardens of ornate
and vast proportions. Every where and
direction that i looked. If you’ve ever had
the pleasure to visit James’s park in London,
you’ll have some kind of idea as to size and
layout. The main difference being in the
ornate elaborate arrangements, the likes of
which i have seen nowhere on earth. Multi
layered and tiered over every inch of huge
100 plus acre fields. Well there i was sitting
on a bench between a break in one of the
hedgerows which were well over 10 foot
high. How i got there or where i was i had
no idea. Once again though this had not
altered the fact that there i was where ever
it was.
There was a lot of what looked like
regular human beings at a fancy costume
party. I mean everyone’s outfit was perfect
from sultans of swing with just the right hue
bronze to their flesh tone. To medieval
damsels with high pointed hats They were
all talking and gathering in small clusters in
a very friendly and lively hubbub. It seems i
was the only one sitting down like a wall
flower as the festivities were in full swing.
This left me to look at myself, yikes, i was
not there, but i was, i looked like a very dark
space. The outline of my body in perfect
detail even my hair, and sensation to me
was just as normal. However i looked like a
highly defined shadow. Where every one
else was extremely colorful. Pondering the
uniqueness of it all i was delighted to see no
white picket fences. Suddenly everyone’s
attention was drawn to something i could
not see, sitting on a bench <just how was i
seeing or perceiving anything for that
matter with a space, a hole for a body, who
knows, somehow it functioned> then a
very excited clamor started. The words on
their lips were english < or i could not have
discerned a thing except french and a tad
of german > the sentence structure was
familiar though the names were strictly
alien to me. Ghandar’s here, Ghandar’s
here. was excitedly making it’s way to my
unfathomable audio perception mechanism
<that’s what i was hearing> Hmm i
thought, i wonder what that is. I could not
have been more astute in my assessment
than to utilize the word that. As the crowd in
front of me started to part, there, the that,
was. At first just an unusual greenish light
above the heads of the crowd was all that
was visible as this was obviously a luminary,
smile. Then as the crowd parted more of it’s
uniqueness hit my optical registering
perceptive system. Being about 7 foot tall or
long depending on how you viewed it. It
looked like a slowly moving vertical green
cue-tip with smooth green bulges at the two
ends and it was. What’s more i had
apparently caught it’s interest and it was
coming my way. <go figure the only
shadow being there, being picked out. /is
that english/ Well the closer it got the more
apprehensive i got, even the crowd around
who had no problem with either myself or
the cue-tip. Could be overhead wondering
what was going to happen. Happen !!! hey
wait a minute, that happens to be me, albeit
a strange, not of much substance, darkened
version. it was all i was and though not
having been that way for very long, i was
concerned at the prospect of giving it up,
what the process would involve, and for how
long.
Well it got closer and then, it was right
in front of me and then! it was on my lap, <
TOO WIERD> a giant cue tip shaped lap cat
behaving way beyond alien being. What
could i say, what could i do. Suddenly it
started to generate sound. I have no idea
how the sounds came out from it, they
seemed all around. There were no holes or
anything sticking off the glass smooth
surface, which was neither warm or cold to
the touch. With whatever it was i was
touching it with. It was a beautiful leaf
green and glowed but where it narrowed in
the middle, kind of like a 3d model of a
cosmic lemniscate <infinity symbol> it was
yellowish, which yellowish color would flash
toward the bowl ends as it got excited.<
hey i was laughing out loud at that one> It
was all very scary or hilarious depending if
you were me or someone watching. So the
cue-tip is going to town on my lap like a
large over friendly cat while a crowd of
complete stranger royalty is there with a
what’s going to happen glare on their face
watching as the mysterious lady in the high
collared midnight blue cape is starting to
crack a smile. Well someone better, just
what is going on here. The cue-tip was in a
world of it’s own and sang on, did i say sang
on. What a sound, it had the depth and
complexity of three symphony orchestras,
with melodic content that would have had
caruso in tears continuously.
I found myself putting my arms
around the bulge end on my lap. One over
the top one under and then tapping my
fingers rhythmically on the surface as i
gazed at the flashing yellow light show
under my hands. <is that alienism> Way
out there pastor, yet the music was
awesome, i have even constructed a little
ditty based on one of the more prominent
themes that came from it. I am not sure if i
really played this living instrument singing
orchestra cue-tip on steroids.
But the crowd loved it. We were a hit.
To say they were spellbound is an
understatement of the century. The sounds
caressed every part of everything that was
their trees leafs hedges breezes birds
guests, invited uninvited. All were sonically
entranced beyond any capacity to stop, in
wonder and bliss. Except the lady in blue.
She just smiled a deep contentment of
entertainment mystery. Well it was all going
so nicely. The sounds must have lasted
about 20 minutes and the crowd went wild,
for royals. I was reminded of john lennon, ”i
hope we passed the audition”. The Blue
Lady came over put her arm around my
shoulders and told me i could stay their
whenever and for as long as i wished. Wow
it was all very amazing, i passed the
audition with a giant alien singing green cue
tip, well who would have guessed.
As i was typing, jupiter finger style, it
was the morning of april the fifth 1999
where the hell had i been. I went to work.
 A DAY IN PARADISE

Two days later i was there again. The

lady in blue and i alighted on the shore of a
huge but very calm lake lined with trees. I
was much less apprehensive though
certainly no less amazed. Everything there
was alive i mean alive. Like atoms are the
building blocks of this world consciousness
is the building block there. So each grain of
sand the atmosphere all are living
consciousness’ in shape of whatever it is
they’re in shape of. Their is no sun in the
sky though all is lit as if their were. The sky
is a beautiful azure blue much like earth and
the air is like at the oceanfront but no salt or
odor just a brisk dampness. We strolled
calmly along the gold sand as she told me
“This is the lake of the sun, over there is the
lake of the moon. You may go anywhere you
wish but do not go in the lake of the moon”.
Well next thing i was swimming in the lake
of the sun, what an experience, the water
was very thin like distilled water. Yet my
body was substantially more out of the
water than in an earthly swimming
experience. Also swimming in earth water
which is blue green you soon grow very
tired and it is serious exercise. There in the
lake of the sun the water is red and each
movement is a vitalizing experience. I went
nuts, like some character in a cartoon
swimming scene out across the ocean past
ocean liners and other such foolish
preposterousness. Only there i was doing
this ever more exhilarated. After several
hours what seemed like moments it had
started to get dark. I was several miles out
in the water when the wondrous view of the
shoreline trees silhouetted and outlined in
this dark red purple, stole my heart. So i
headed for shore and was there in
moments. Greeted by the soft soft song of
purple hued trees in the fading light which
seemed as a song of season in a cycle of
cool evening rapture bliss. All alive in
consciousness in transition phase twilight.
The trees along the shoreline floated me
along as i found it now dark with no stars in
the sky just as there was no sun or moon. I
could see in twinkling glaze the jet black
perfect crescent shaped lake of the moon.
Its mirror smooth surface exuding mystery. I
got no closer than 30 feet i was taking no
chances. I found my way over to a white
picket fence <smile> lined cemetery.
Which was huge with headstones rolling off
into the distance as far as i could see up
along the hills. In the area bordered by the
white picket fence. There near the fence
was a freshly turned soil area right next to
what was apparently the newest headstone
and most recent internee. i fondled the
markings on the headstone to aid seeing
what it said in the now quite dark. IhVh,
wow this was the grave of jehovah the old 4
letters, tetragrammaton, was interred here.
No wonder no one had seen him in a couple
of thousand years. He was here the new kid
on the block. I started ambling around to
see the other names on the some of the
adjacent stones. It was pretty lofty
company. Wow this was a giant cemetery
for old gods who had had enough, given up
the ghost <smile>. It was enormous, there
was at least 100 thousand stones that could
be seen from where i was and they went up
off over the hills into the distance. Well
elephants have a cemetery why not gods
they had to go somewhere right. This
appeared to be their final resting place
paradise. The cemetery in paradise, there to
be close to the lady in blue. Who maintained
the entire thing. Wow this is some very
special lady this lady in blue. Keeper of
paradise maintainer of a gargantuan
cemetery of gods. I have called her Goddess
ever since, though She tells me She is just a
big sister consciousness and that all comes
from the Supreme. To me She is it, the most,
the whip, the source of all, goal of all, even
and especially gods are lined up eons deep.
To be there anyway they are allowed at any
level to be there near Her. The Queen of
mystery Goddess. Gods may become a
dime a dozen but there is only one Goddess.
Only one who has embraced and
championed mystery, as the most single
important contribution directive and goal.
Only one who maintains and offers a resting
place for even gods. She who has no
churches, but houses them all. She who
comes from the unfathomable Supreme
Consciousness at Her choice.
I curled up on the mound of ihvh and
went to sleep. A sleep in which i have never
known such depth of peace before.
I awoke to a misty morning and went
off investigating along this long high grassy
burm. No longer so un-nerved by all being a
living consciousness you stepped on. It was
all in bliss regardless of its shape and
position. Moving along i came upon an
opening in the burm about 15 feet diameter.
A large hole with a huge iron like gate,
which was not cold to the touch. Mounted to
the opening more like a giant grate, of like
2inch diameter vertical bars in a round
frame bar. The gate could swing albeit
slowly from its sheer mass and was not
locked, i slowly pushed it open and sat on
the frame between a pair of the large
vertical bars. Then it hit me the other side
of this gate was nothing, i mean nada. not a
star a space a thought a whisper. It was like
an opening in the canvas to another
universe which wasn’t there. The thought
came to me this hell, the gate to hell no
less, somewhere out there in the nowhere is
who knows what’s there but there it is and
apparently by choice, as the gate sure isn’t
locked. It dawned upon me that A gods
cemetery and an opening to hell were
accessed from the same place. Wow and all
was controlled by Goddess the lady in the
midnight blue high collar cape. It wore on to
be mid day, Goddess came gave me a hug
of great welcome and i was back on earth in
hazel tucky detroit.

HER NAME

A fortnight at work flowed by. I spent

most of my time trying not to think about
what i could not stop thinking about.
Goddess the greatest source of feminine
wisdom was this Her, who else could she be.
I started devouring all the information i
could find on the internet about Goddess I
was obsessed, all else the foolish ritual sex
magic everything i had ever known was now
paradigm shifted. I would never be the
same again I would never be different. She
has been black balled bad mouthed called
black magic taboo by all forbidden by all
churches as if She cares. She is IT. I learned
She has 100 names I translated them all
oblivious to the litany of curses attached for
doing such a thing. These were all written
by those who had never met Her, only herd
about Her, or some other chinese whisper
syndrome nonsense. My experience was as
a first hand witness and i would be lying to
deny it. I had been taken where others had
only heard of. A stream of irrelevant
nonsense that formed the basis of most of
the literature, old rugs, wood carvings, rock
carvings. Which formed the basis of so
called knowledge of Goddess could be run
through my own experience filter. Like her
having an eye in the middle of her forehead.
Sorry nada but She can see what your
thinking, so this capability was stylized into
a third eye. Typical human behavior, if She
could see what you were thinking She must
have an eye in the middle of her head. Well
She doesn’t. Idiot human assumption
attachments. Such led us to the flat world
society and george bush. Her having many
arms wrong just two but boy can they ever
move at the whirling speed of a chainsaw.
Oops that’s coming up. Her philosophy is
philosophy who else could have the point of
view She has. As She told me all is
entertainment and not to be pursuing
anymore capacities than i currently had, as i
was already enough of a handful and did i
really wish to attempt disturbing Her.
I did as i am born to do Here are Her
Names
but first a little krishna

‘You grieve for those who should not be

grieved for; though you speak wise words.
Neither for the dead nor those not dead do
the wise grieve. Never was there a time
when I did not exist nor you nor these lords
of men. Never will there be a time when we
shall not exist; we all exist from now on. As
the soul experiences in this body childhood,
youth, and old age, so also it acquires
another body; the sage in this is not
deluded. ”’Material sensations, causing
cold, heat, pleasure, pain, coming and going
are impermanent; you must endure them,
The person whom these do not trouble, is a
powerful person, pain and pleasure being
equal to the sage, they are ready for
conscious immortality. ‘Child consciousness,
be aware. No devotee of mine is ever lost.
Relying on me, even if they should be
women of evil wombs, merchants, even
servants, they also reach the supreme goal.
How much more then holy teachers,
devoted ruling seers! Having obtained this
impermanent unhappy world of men, love
me. With the mind on me, be devoted to
me; sacrificing to me, honor me; so uniting
the soul with me as the supreme aim you
will come to me.’
The personality supreme Lord, states "'I am
the same in all beings; there is none disliked
or favored by me. But whoever loves me
with devotion, they are in me, and I am also
in them. Even if an evil doer loves me with
undivided devotion, this one is to be
considered good; for this one is correctly
resolved. Quickly the soul becomes aligned;
it enters perpetual peace."

The INFAMOUS 100 NAMES

Goddess speaks to her lover, God:"
Before, O love of mine when engaged in
amorous play, you mentioned the 100
names of me, Kali, mistress time. Lord,
speak of this to me. God, said: Well asked,
ultimate Goddess, I will tell you of that
previously untold. you should conceal it like
your own vagina. You who are as dear to me
as life itself, I could not exist for an Instant
without you, , Like sight is inherent in light
and as butter is inherent in milk, so I, the
perceiver am everywhere present inherent
in you. Listen Goddess; I will speak to you of
the method giving all knowledge. I am the
regent, it is said; moon is the metre, your
mood is Valiant benefactress, bestowing the
four aims of mankind. The result is that it
gives all knowledge.
Vararohe Sundari
ultimately beautiful lady
Mohini
charming one
Parameshvari beauty
from another world
Mahakali ultimate
time mistress
Jagadhatri limitless
world creatrix
Jaganmata limitless
world mother
Jaganmayi
immeasurably consisting of the world
Jagadamba limitless
world matriarch
Jagatsara limitless
essence of the world
Jagadanandakarini limitless
cause of bliss in the world
Jagadvighnasini limitless
remover of world obstacles
Gauri golden
one
Dukhadaridyanashini remover
of unhappiness and poverty
Bhairavabhavini
terminator of termination
Bhavananda well
spring of bliss
Sarasvataprada
bestower of eloquence
Chaturvargaprada
distributor of the four alms of mankind
Sadhvi holy
Sarvamangala greatest
treasure of all
Bhadrakali
formidable time mistress
Vilakshi fortune
Kamadatri granter
of desire
Kalatmika self of
time
Nilavani blue life
waters
Mahagaurasarvanga
ultimately golden limbed
Sundaripara
supremely beautiful
Sarvasampatprada giver of
all prosperity
Bhimanadini
sounding terrifyingly awesome
Varavarnini passion
driven
Vararoha lover of
God
Shivaruha rider of
God
Mahishasuradhatini
terminator of demon mahishi
Shivapujya
worshipped by God
Shivaprita loved
by God
Danavendraprapujita
worshipped by demons
Sarvavidyamayi
consisting of all knowledge
Asarvabhisthaphalaprada giver of
the fruit of every possible desire
Komalangi soft of
limbs
Vidhatri
creatrix
Vidhatrivaradayini giver of
blessings in creation
Purnenduvadana with a
face like the full moon
Nila meghavarna the
colour of a blue rain-cloud
Kapalini time
maiden
Kurukulla source
of kuru dynasty
Viprachitta girl
beauty addict
Kantachitta girl
beauty form
Madonmada drunk
with desire
Matangi
elephant yoni
Madanaprita
eternally wet
Madaghurnitalochana eyes full
of desire
Madottirna flowing
source
Kharparasinaramundavilasini Goddess
in heat
Naramundasraja with a
necklace of 50 royal men's heads
Devi
Goddess
Khadgahasta
wielding a cleaver
Bhayanaka
generating awe
Attahasayuta
laughing loudly
Padma lotus
Padmaragopashobhita lotus
features
Karabhayaprada hand
removing fear
Kali
mistress time
Kalaratrisvarupini true
form of the night of time
Svadha form of
paradise
Svaha
paradise
Vashatkara universe
wheel
Saradindusamaprabha as bright
as the autumn moon
Sharatjyotsna light of
the autumn moon
Samhlada essence
of meditation
Viparitaratatura taking
the superior sexual role
Muktakeshi
disheveled of hair
Chinnajata amorous
girl
Jatajutavilasini source of
beauty in the world
Sarvarajayutabhima royal
source
Sarvarajoparisthata royal
essence
Shmashanstha dwelling
in the cemetery
Mahanandistuta praised
by Mahanandi
Samdiptalochana essence
of mystery
Shavasanarata lover of
intercourse on funery ashes
MahaNandi
ultimately praised by Nandi
Siddhacharanasevita served
by Wizards Masters
Balidanapriya fond of
male sacrifice
Garbha the
womb
Bhurbhuvasvahasvarupini true
form of earth space and heaven
Gayatri earth
essence
Savitri heaven
essence
Mahanilasarasvati ultimate
form of wisdom
Lakshmirlakshanasamyukta showing
all the signs of grace, fortune
Sarvalakshanalakshita having
every single characteristic
Vyaghracharmavrita
demeanor of a tigress
Madhya deep
Trivalivalayanchita triple
natured Goddess intelligence
Gandharvahamsastuta praised
Ghandar
Hi Indra bride of
heaven
Mahapara
ultimately beyond
Pavitra grace
maiden
Parama mother
from another world
Maya
manifesting nature
Mahamaya ultimate
manifesting nature
Mahodaya. ultimate
duty
Maheshvari ultimate
beauty
So to you Goddess, are declared the
100 celestial names whosoever reads these
at morning time for certain gains a treasure.
Here in this world, they are happy and
afterwards attains union with Devi. They
cannot be subjugated by magic, demons, all
which moves and does not move, whether
they move on earth, in space or in heaven.
The names are called ‘Blessings’; beautiful
slayer of the demon bull mahishi. One may
give up the 1000 (names) of me God. One
should recite the 100 (names) of you
Goddess, the giver of the fruit of the four
aims of mankind. Ultimately beautiful one,
beauty from another world without knowing
these 100 names, there is no mystic wisdom
bliss from you Ultimate miss time in this
final age. One who recites with devotion
gains good results, listen! They gain the
results of hundreds of millions of Kali rituals.
What use of more words? They will become
the desired.
Innumerable are knowledge systems,
innumerable those of mistress time,
countless those of Vagishvari, numberless
the beautiful feminine consciousness’
known as Matangini, Purna, Vimala,
Candanayika, Tripura-Ekajata, Durga and
Kulasundari. Numberless the working class,
Ganapatya, Saura, Shaivite, and the
different doctrines of Shankara. The highest
of the doctrines are the 64 tantras: O Lovely
Hipped One, now speak to me of their
essence if you have love for me. Goddess
said: Listen God, supremely blissful
quintessence, Lord of Consciousness, to the
very essence of knowledge of the ocean of
Consciousness knowledge, concealed by my
energy. I am Nature, consciousness, bliss,
the quintessence, devotedly praised. Where
I am, there no gods, demi-gods, or others,
nor is there creation, maintenance or
dissolution. Where I am, there is no
attachment, happiness, sadness, liberation,
goodness, faith, atheism, guru or disciple.
When I, desiring creation, cover myself with
my energy and become triple, becoming
ecstatic in my wanton love play, I am called
Vikarini, “Shape maker”. The five elements
and the 108 phalluses come into being,
while the mind of god and the other gods;
the three worlds, earth space and heaven
spontaneously come into manifestation. By
mutual differences of masculine and
feminine, the (three) gunas originate. All
things, such as god, mind and so forth, are
my parts, born from my being. Dividing and
blending, the various knowledge’s, sound
creation harmonies and consciousnesses
come into being. After withdrawing the five
fold universe, I, Lalita, become of the nature
of bliss. Once more, men, great nature,
egoism, the five elements, spirit, mind and
bodies become manifested. This universe of
parts appears and is then dissolved. O All-
Knowing One, if I am known, what need is
there for revealed scriptures and meditation
bliss? If I am unknown, what use for ritual
and revealed text? I am the essence of
creation, manifested as woman, intoxicated
with sexual desire, in order to know you as
guru, you with whom I am one. Even given
this, ultimate god, my true nature still
remains secret. Listen son, to the very plain
exposition of the teachings of utmost bliss. I
speak of the method relating to the yoga of
liberation. This is the one essence of all
wisdom, worshipped by all archangels,
giving every sort of knowledge, secret,
giving a clear idea of the essence of
enlightenment, free of good or evil, giver of
both bliss and liberation, consisting of all
paths. Dear son, it deludes even the wise! It
is of various and numerous meanings and is
the goal and refuge of all pure disciples. It is
known as the best path according to all the
paths, yet is reviled by all doctrines. It
should be known only through the best of
teachers. It should be protected and hidden
in the heart very carefully, as I did not
reveal it to Vishnu, Dhatra or Ganapati. Dear
son, whoever is unaware of this tantra, is
incompetent. Dearest, I speak of the pure
knowledge of Kulacara, “< consciousness
centered in the wheel of time>

RECCOMENDED TIME

``Arising at dawn, a student should

bow to the consciousness tree. After
meditating on the 7 consciousness centers
from the Muladhara to the one thousand
petal led lotus, they should meditate on the
gurus. Then they should meditate on and
worship the consciousness gurus being
brought to being intoxicated by the nectar
of the absolute, whose blissful hearts show
in their eyes, their darkness cut and crushed
by their having embraced conscious bliss,
merciful to consciousness disciples,
complete, compassionate and effulgent,
giving blessings and dispelling fear, knowing
the essence of all consciousness knowledge.
After bowing to the consciousness gurus,
one should give worship to the
Consciousness spirit, fashioning a
consciousness place and bathing oneself in
the holy waters, tirthas,< intersection of the
three currents at the bridge of the nose.>
Dear son, a consciousness teacher is an
accomplished being and said to be the
vehicle of happiness. Dear son, conceal this
very secret marvelous doctrine from the
sight of heathens. They who should reject
the consciousness way, are they who alone
are a demigod, served by the
consciousnesses, for them initiation and
union is black magic. Because of this, one
should by every effort resort to a kulina
guru, female Guru. It is said a female guru is
competent in all knowledge and is able to
initiate in all mantras.

AN EVENING OVER HELL

april 18 1999 i went to bed exhausted

in wonder as i had for the last two weeks. I
was deep in a sound sleep. “Come with
me”, it was goddess i awoke and mustered
me groggy self. Running over to Her i
noticed i was in this white gown like classic
angel kind of stories. And whoa, Goddess
was huge She was 90 foot tall. She laid a
hand on the ground and i climbed into her
palm. My feet hanging off the edge of Her
hand. I could not look at Her Face as it was
glowing so brightly, you could not look at it.
She was completely naked, all blue like a
giant Greek athlete of stunning form. She
may have been naked but only her feet and
hands and part of Her forearms could be
seen She was covered with jewelry. I mean 3
toe rings on an individual toe. Amulets
armulets necklaces ankle bracelets rings
and things With the nails all cheery red. Her
Jet black long corkscrew Hair trailing in the
wind. What a truly awesome spectacle She
is.
She pushed off from the ground with
one foot and we were soaring up to the
clouds. Flying along on my palm chair,
smile. I studied every nuance of the
countenance of the She whom i adore. Her
palms are like a translucent sky blue while
the back of Her hand is midnight blue. This
is how Her Skin hue is over Her whole body.
I flew in witness wonder till we were over a
large mountain hemmed valley with
lightning going on at the cloud level and a
redefinition of black on the ground several
thousand feet below us. She stopped put
me on a cloud and said “wait here” where
could i go how was i there i assumed a
stance of all fours pressing against the
cloud surface amazed i was not hurtling to
the ground. What a sense of humor, wait
here. She shot off down toward the meadow
and disappeared from my perception. Then
way down on the surface in the dark
suddenly there was this whirling flash that
lasted about a second. Then again and
again each time in a different location on
the ground. It was Goddess zooming from
one section of the valley black meadow to
another. From my vantage point Her pattern
of motion looked like a fly zooming in
straight lines from one point to another.
There to stop and her cleaver like sword be
whirled at such a ferocity and pace it looked
like a chain saw. Liquefying whatever was
the object of its intention. I could also very
faintly discern amidst the sound of the air
strange deep howling type gurglings going
on. I had no idea what was happening at
that time. then suddenly there She was,
snagged me off the cloud and voila i was
back in hazel park again.

RHONDA
 She was ferrari red from stem to
stern. I climbed on top and gripped her with
my knees. Something that feels so good
can’t be legal, but she was. A 1998 year old
brand new Honda cbr full factory race
replica. I guess I’ve always had a thing for
motorcycles and this was as nice as any i
have ever been on. No nicer, it was the
finest motorcycle i have ever ridden. She
was Rhonda. I painted an eye right on the
front in the middle of the helmet. My fingers
filled with rings. A 2 inch plumb bob was 26
gauge wired to my neck with the point in
my gullet. A baby of the world’s largest boa
constrictor slept with me i figured when She
was full size She would be 14” around and
15 foot long. She was a baby at 3” around
and 6 foot long. The guy at Bwana dons told
me don’t ever let a snake near your face.
Dakshina, that was Her name, was carried
around on my neck. With her head waving
over the top of mine. She was cool the
neighborhood kids and my daughter, even
my psycho ex first wife loved her. But this is
rhonda’s moment. Goddess was all that
filled my brain heart eyes lungs, whatever. I
was deathlessly unafraid. Goddess has full
access to my perceptive mechanism, so i
wanted to give maximum camera
exhilaration. You may say, my goodness this
is no way for someone so fortunate and
blessed to have such an interaction, to
behave. I am quite sure you could be
correct. However that is how i behaved. I
would go pick up sin and we would be off
doin the ton <over a 100 mph> all over the
decimated crack wasteland of detroit.
Where only 1 in 10 houses still stand, well
maybe 1 in 8. where the sewer rats are the
size of terriers, special spot. But its where i
am and from and have been raised. you
announce you from detroit anywhere in the
world and they move aside. The murder city
cklw. No one road on the back of me like sin.
We were one a svelte high speed leather
clad missile, making a new lane between
traffic at up to 130mph in 55 mph detroit .
Though mainly at night. We stuck out so
much i was never pulled over. I mean would
you risk your life and limb to chase a pair of
psychos who obviously wouldn’t make it
pass the next bend in the freeway. But we
did pure high speed ballet.
I heard gloria got out of the compound
so i grabbed sin and shot on over to the
small house to tell her all was forgiven, that
i bore no malice, which was easy to achieve
with sin on the back. You should have seen
the looks on the parents faces it was worth
everything. “what the hell’s he doin here
gloria gloria get out their” he he the red
queen, and that she is, off with his head.
Gloria in a 250 all lard replica of herself
wandered onto the porch i said hi this is sin,
sin this is gloria, the love of my life,, people
do make mistakes. But i climbed on the
bike, sin got on we waved by by and we
were off to the park in wonder.
Gloria called me again at work and i
agreed to meet her in ann arbor, i had kept
her grandmothers safe as i promised though
Goddess knows many was the time i wished
to grind it to dust. There she was as dolled
as she could be an a good 50 lbs lighter
than she was just a short time ago. Though
still huge, she was once stunningly hot and
her allure when she turns it on is tuff to
deny. Well lets cut it short. It turns out renee
and her were lovers yeah go figure . So
gloria moved in we redefined ménages trois
for several amazing evenings. Then the
white powders killed all again. I had
promised to marry gloria to offer some help
to my old hapless friend whom i once loved
very much. She said your probably not
going to marry me now gave me some line
and renee that she was told by doctors
she’d had over 200 heart attacks and that
her heart was almost twice its normal size,
she said they gave her 2 years. Renee said
well you must marry her and do the best till
she is gone. Man i love that girl. Gloria and i
married august 11 on the Grand cross a
very rare high pain alignment. renee and
eva renee gave her away and leah and eva
were the bridesmaid at a silly moment with
the mayor. Pulling out of the parking lot we
were stopped by traffic suddenly some
blonde feminazi in a lincoln navigator tries
to mate with the rear of my car while
beeping her horn. I lower my window lean
out the car look back at her,” Where can i
go lady!!!” What happened next.....
well that’s another story isn’t it
by by.
nekroluma

my gift to all who read this story

the greatest story ever told by God to
goddess my retranslation of Sir John
Woodruff,s copy used for his translation
done in 1895. This obviously is my opinion
of the best translation.
Bliss joy wonder fill you as you care
for the earth and each other.
KALI!!!
Maha Nirvana tantra ( ultimate bliss
producing work)
THE enchanting summit of the Lord of
Mountains, Kaliasa, resplendent with all its
various jewels, clad with many a tree and
many a creeper, melodious with the song of
many a bird, scented with the fragrance of
all the season’s flowers, most beautiful,
fanned by soft, cool, and perfumed breezes,
shadowed by the still shade of stately trees;
where cool groves resound with the sweet-
voiced songs of troops of Apsara birds, and
in the forest depths flocks of kokila
maddened with passion sing; where (Spring)
Lord of the Seasons with his followers ever
abide (the Lord of Mountains, Kailasa);
peopled by (troops of) Siddha “transcending
beings”, Charana, Gandharva, and
Ganapatya (1-5). It was there that Parvati
Goddess az the beautiful woman, finding
Shiva-“God”, Her gracious Lord, in mood
serene, with obeisance bent low and for the
benefit of all the worlds questioned Him, the
Silent Deva, Lord of all things movable and
immovable, the ever Beneficent and ever
Blissful One, the nectar of Whose mercy
abounds as a great ocean, Whose very
essence is the Pure Sattva Guna, He Who is
white as camphor and the Jasmine flower,
the Omnipresent One, Whose raiment is
space itself, Lord of the poor and the
beloved Master of all yogi, Whose coiled and
matted hair is wet with the spray of Ganga
and (of Whose naked body) ashes are the
adornment only; the passionless One,
Whose neck is garlanded with snakes and
skulls of men, the three-eyed One, Lord of
the three worlds, with one hand wielding the
trident and with the other bestowing
blessings; easily appeased, Whose very
substance is unconditioned Knowledge; the
Bestower of eternal emancipation, the Ever-
existent, Fearless, Changeless, Stainless,
One without defect, the Benefactor of all,
and the Deva of all Devas (5-10).Goddess as
Shri Parvati said: O Deva of the Devas, Lord
of the world, Jewel of Mercy, my Husband,
you are my Lord, on Whom I am ever
dependent and to Whom I am ever
obedient. Nor can I say ought without your
word. If you have affection for me, I crave to
lay before you that which passes in my
mind. Who else but you, O Great Lord, in the
three worlds is able to solve these riddles of
mine, you who knows all and all the
Scriptures (11-13).God as Shri Sadashiva
said: What is this you say, O Great Wise
One and Beloved of My heart, I will tell you
anything, be it ever so bound in mystery,
even that which should not be spoken of
before Ganesha and Skanda’ Commander of
the Hosts of Heaven. What is there in all the
three worlds which should be concealed
from You? For you, O Devi, are as my very
self. There is no difference in awareness
between Me and You. You too are
omnipresent. What is it then that You know
not, that you question me like one who
knows nothing. Goddess states, ”By You
have been composed for the good and
liberation of humans the Tantras, a mass of
Agamas and Nigamas, which bestow both
enjoyment and liberation, containing
Mantras and Yantras and rules as to the
sadhana of both Devis and Devas. of Nyasa,
such as those called srishti, sthiti (and
sanghara). The various seated positions (of
yoga), such as that of the "tied" and
"loosened" lotus, the Pashu, Vira, and Divya
classes of men, as also the Devata, who
gives success in the use of each of the
mantras (50-52). rites relating to the
worship with woman, and the rites which
are done with the use of skulls, a corpse, or
when seated on a funeral pyre (53). By You,
too, have been forbidden both pashu-bhava
,heathen sexual magic trance, and divya-
bhava, celestial sexual magik trance. If in
this Age the pashu-bhava cannot exist, how
can there be divya-bhava? (54). For the
pashu, heathen, must with his own hand
collect leaves, flowers, fruits, and water,
and should not look at a Shudra or even
think of a woman (55). On the other hand,
the Divya is all but a Deva, ever pure of
heart, and to whom all opposites are alike,
free from attachment to worldly things, the
same to all creatures and forgiving (56).
How can men with the taint of this Age upon
them, who are ever of restless mind, prone
to sleep and sloth, attain to purity of
disposition? (57). the rites of Vira-sadhana,
relating to the Pancha-tattva – namely,
wine, meat, fish, parched grain, and sexual
union of man and woman (58-59). But since
the men of the Kali Age are full of greed,
lust, gluttony, they will on that account
neglect sidhana and will fall into sin, and
having drunk much wine for the sake of the
pleasure of the senses, will become mad
with intoxication, and bereft of all notion of
right and wrong (61). Some will violate the
wives of others, others will become rogues,
and some, in the indiscriminating rage of
lust, will go (whoever she be) with any
woman (62). Over eating and drinking will
disease many and deprive them of strength
and sense. Disordered by madness, they will
meet death, falling into lakes, pits, or in
impenetrable forests, or from hills or house-
tops (63-64). While some will be as mute as
corpses, others will be for ever on the
chatter, and yet others will quarrel with
their kinsmen and elders. They will be evil-
doers, cruel, and the destroyers of
Dharmma (65-66). I fear, O Lord! that even
that which You have ordained for the good
of men will through them turn out for evil
(67). O Lord of the World! who will practice
Yoga or Nyasa, who will sing the hymns and
draw the Yantra and make Purashcharana?
(68). Under the influences of the Kali Age
man will of his nature become indeed
wicked and bound to all manner of sin (69).
Say, O Lord of all, how without great pains
men may obtain longevity, health, and
energy, increase of strength and courage,
learning, intelligence, and happiness; and
how they may become great in strength and
valor, pure of heart, obedient to parents, not
seeking the love of others’ wives, but
devoted to their own, mindful of the good of
their neighbor, reverent to the Devas and to
their gurus, cherishers of their children and
kinsmen (70-72), possessing the knowledge
of the Brahman, learned in the lore of, and
ever meditating on, the Brahman. Say, O
Lord! for the good of the world, None
before has ever questioned Me as Thou hast
done for the advantage of all mankind –
nay, for the benefit of all that breathes, and
that, too, in such detail and with reference
to the Dharmma of each of the different
Ages. Therefore, out of My affection for You,
O Parvati! I will speak to You of the essence
of essences and of the Supreme (27-28). O
Deveshi! I will state before You the very
essence distilled from the Vedas and
Agamas, and in particular from the Tantras
(29). As men versed in the Tantras are to
other men, as the Jahnavi river is to other
rivers, as I am to all other Devas, so is the
Mahanirvana Tantra to all other Agamas
(30).O Auspicious One! of what avail are the
Vedas, the Puranas, or the Shastras, since
he who has the knowledge of this great
Tantra is Lord of all Siddhi? (31). Since You
have questioned Me for the good of the
world, I will speak to You of that which will
lead to the benefit of the universe (32).O
Parameshvari! should good be done to the
universe, the Lord of it is pleased, since He
is its soul, and it depends on Him (33). He is
One. He is the Ever-existent. He is the Truth.
He is the Supreme Unity without a second.
He is Ever-full and Self-manifest. He is
Eternal Intelligence and Bliss (33-34). He is
without change, Self-existent, and ever the
Same, Serene, above all attributes. He
beholds and is the Witness of all that
passes, Omni-present, the Soul of
everything that is. He, the Eternal and
Omnipresent, is hidden and pervades all
things. Though Himself devoid of sense, He
is the Illuminator of all the senses and their
powers (35-36). The Cause of all the three
worlds, He is yet beyond them and the mind
of men. Ineffable and Omniscient, He knows
the universe, yet none know Him (37). He
sways this incomprehensible system, and all
that has movement or is motionless in the
three worlds depends on Him; and lighted
by His truth, the world shines as does Truth
itself. We too have come from Him as our
Cause (38-39). He, the one Supreme Lord, is
the Cause of all beings, the Manifestation of
Whose creative Energy in the three worlds is
called Brahma (40). By His will brahma
creates Vishnu protects and I destroy, Indra
and all other Guardian Devas of the world
depend on Him and hold rule in their
respective regions under His command. You
His supreme Prakriti art adored in all the
three worlds (41-42). Each one does his
work by the power of Him who exists in his
heart. None are ever independent of Him
(43). Through fear of Him the Wind blows,
the Sun gives heat, the Clouds shower
seasonable rain, and the Trees in the forest
flower (44).It is He who destroys Time at the
Great Dissolution, of Whom even Fear and
Death itself are afraid. He is Bhagavan, Who
is known as Yat Tat in the Vedanta (45).O
Adored of the Devas! all the Devas and
Devis – No, the whole universe, from
Brahma to a blade of grass – are His forms
(46). If He be pleased, the Universe is
pleased. If aught be done to gratify Him,
then the gratification of All is caused (47).
As the pouring of water at the root of a tree
satisfies the wants of the leaves and
branches, so by worshipping Him all the
Deathless Ones are satisfied (48). Just as, O
Virtuous One! all the beautiful Ones are
pleased when You are worshipped and when
men meditate on and make obiesance and
pray to You (49). As all rivers must go to the
ocean, so, O Parvati! all acts of worship
must reach Him as the ultimate goal (50).
Whoever be the worshipper, and whoever
be the worshipped, if he reverentially
worships for some desired end, all that is
given to him through the Deva he so
worships comes from Him the Supreme
(51). Oh, what use is it to say more before
You, My Beloved? There is none other but
Him to meditate upon, to pray to, to worship
for the attainment of liberation (52). There
is no need to trouble, to fast, to torture
one’s body, to follow rules and customs, to
make large offerings; there is no need to be
heedful as to time nor as to Nyasa or Mudra,
wherefore, O Kuleshani! who will strive to
seek shelter elsewhere than with Him?
The mantra is
“Om sat chit ekam brahman” –
(conscious intelligence without equal
,Supreme Source)