Lucifer is a species

Text of Wacko Wizard’s Lucifer is a species email to Young Prophet yesterday morning:

Subject: dream message last night

“Lucifer is a species.”

Pandora’s box?

People who cannot, or will, not see reality?

People who cannot, or will not, accept or tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but?

People who have no remorse for their fuck ups?

I had emailed this to Young Prophet the day before:

Stephen King Has A Chilling Theory On What Comes Next For Trump Supporters
Stephen King shared a tale about the real-life nightmare currently unfoldingaround the nation as immigration raids announced by President Donald Trump began.And the bestselling horror writer had a dark prediction about what will come next:> First, you stoke hatred and fear of minorities. Then you round them up and put them in camps. Next, you send out raiding parties to get those who have been driven into hiding. The armbands come next right?>> — Stephen King (@StephenKing) July 14, 2019 King has ..

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/stephen-king-trump-armbands_n_5d2c1b1fe4b0bd7d1e1ece90

Received the other day from a lower Florida Keys Republican friend, who voted for Donald Trump in 2016:

Thought you might find this interesting.

From: Info Keys Elections <info@keys-elections.org>
Sent: Thursday, July 11, 2019 4:11 PM
To: Info Keys Elections <info@keys-elections.org>
Subject: Political Parties information

Good Afternoon Candidates and Friends,

Below please find the totals of Monroe County voters by party.

Please note:  Independent Voters in Florida are members of the Independent Party of Florida.  Many times people use the term “Independent Voter” when referring to voters that are not affiliated to a party this is not true in Florida.

Major Political Parties  https://dos.myflorida.com/elections/candidates-committees/political-parties/

Minor Political Parties

  • No Party AffiliationNPA = Monroe County as of today 14,400

I hope this is useful information.  Please remember we are here if you need us.

  1. Joyce Griffin

Supervisor of Elections

Monroe County, FL

(305) 292-3416 – Phone

(305) 292-3406 – Fax

www.KeysElections.org

https://registertovoteflorida.gov/en/Registration/Index  – Register to vote on line, Change your address, or change your party

https://www.keyselections.org/Voters/Vote-by-Mail-Request  – Request a Vote by Mail ballot

https://www.keyselections.org/Voters/My-Vote-by-Mail-Status – Check your Vote By Mail Status

I replied same day:

that count and ratio seems about what it has been, except perhaps a few more Republicans

I replied again yesterday morning:

Given Trump’s recent go back where you came from tweet storm directed at four Democrat U.S. Congressmen women with non-white foreign origins, I wonder how many Republican voters in “one human family” Key West will jump the Trump ark and vote Democrat, or write in a Republican who actually believes all men and women are created equal, or vote for another party’s candidate, or simply not vote at all? Although I think the Democrat ark also is seriously unseaworthy, sad to say, I would not be surprised if even one Key West Republican jumps the Trump ark.

Has America become a cult nation?


Has America become a cult nation?

My homeless lady friend is blond and was born a seer. I met her in late 2015. The soul drawing of her drew itself through me maybe in 2004. She  told me that, when she was a young woman, she was taught several bird-feather shaman rituals by an elder Native American shaman. Not long ago, she told me that she was shown me in a dream when she was young woman, and was told that some day she would meet me.

Three days ago, she reported a dream of the night before, in which she saw a lot of men on horseback, wearing knightly armor, armed with swords, bows and arrows, and spears or lances, charging across somewhere on the plains toward a castle in which a bad man was hold up. In my dreams, horses usually represent politics/candidates.

The day after my homeless lady friend’s dream of the knightly horsemen, Psycho Psychic told me of a dream in which her left hand was severely cut, as if intentionally, and a healer fellow put ointment on it, which healed it.

Psycho Psychic told me of another dream she had twice, about a very tall man, at least 7 feet, in a white suit, who came to her in the cottage by the sea, about which she dreams most nights. He told her he was trying to get in touch with me by telephone regarding Young Prophet, but he had not been able to get through to me. Psycho Psychic said she wondered if the man in the white suit was Archangel Michael?

Young Prophet often reports to me dreams and waking visions of Michael, and other angels, visiting him and telling him things about himself, me and other people, which aren’t always particularly pretty, but are informative. Michael has been with me since early 1987. In some religious art, Michael has wings and carries a large sword.

Twice in the past few days, Young Prophet reported to me that someone, who had his cell phone number, used a sim card and a cell phone to try to get into his smart phone, and his cell provider caught it and shut down his cell service to protect him and his phone. When Young Prophet’s cell service was down, and when it was up, I was having trouble reaching him. And, I was having trouble sifting through and getting a sense of what the tall man in the white suit wanted  to tell me.

Hold all those thoughts.

Although, it has looked to me for some time that America, with its many different religious, social and political sects, has become a cult nation, yesterday, I learned that Americans and the whole wide world have FOX News to thank for  the emperor has no clothes video below of President Trump at a recent MAGA rally. Click on the FOX News image/link and watch one brave man strip Trump naked with a photo of Trump and Jerry Epstein. Then, as the man is escorted out of the MAGA rally, at Trump’s command, the MAGAs go to chanting, “USA, USA!” As if they themselves have just won the ladies soccer World Cup, which the USA ladies team did just a few days ago, anchored by a woman soccer phenomenon, who openly slams Trump and takes a knee during the National Anthem. The US ladies soccer team won the cup twice in a row, doing their part to make America great again, while Trump and his MAGAs in the FOX News video below seem bent on ignoring what does not please them and applauding themselves. Do I think the ladies soccer team is a message from God to Trump and his MAGAs? Does the sun rise in the morning?

Yesterday, this below arrived from Psycho Psychic, who said she had found it while cleaning out old stuff in her home.

Koresh and his cult in Waco, on the Texas plains,  made world history in April 1993, when their compound was assaulted by the FBI and U.S. Military Forces. Koresh and many of his followers were killed. Attorney General Janet Reno ordered the attack and caught hell. I told Psycho Psychic, who voted for Trump, that it looked to me that Trump shares similar sex tastes with Epstein and Koresh.

Also not  by chance, which does not exist in the real worlds, Young Prophet told me yesterday, that he once talked with a woman who was one of Koresh’s young wives in the cult. I later found this online:
Video: Wives of Waco: Women describe being chosen by David Koresh
ABCNEWS.GO.COM
Video: Wives of Waco: Women describe being chosen by David…

Video: Wives of Waco: Women describe being chosen by David Koresh

I told Young Prophet that in the FOX News video, which I had emailed him, it looked to me that Trump and his MAGAs want MAGA boys to be like Trump and Epstein, and MAGA girls to be like Trump and Epstein’s  young women sex partners. Young Prophet said Trump and his MAGAs remind him of Koresh and his followers, and of Adolph Hitler and his followers. I agreed.

I told Young Prophet that I had a lady radio talk show host amiga in Salt Lake City.  From time to time she interviewed me on her show. The Salt Lake Mormons and conservative Christians who called in didn’t seem to care for my take on much of anything religious.

One day when I was scheduled to be on my amiga’s show, she called around breakfast time to ask if I had heard the news about Waco? Yes, I said. She asked if I still wanted to do the interview? Sure, I said. I’ll pretend to be the Devil, in Waco. She said she would promo that on the air before the show.

She called at the appointed time and asked if this was the Devil she was speaking to in Waco, Texas? I said, yes. Why was I in Waco? Well, I said, I had to interrupt my vacation to check out what had happened in Waco. I lived on Maui, watching watching pretty women in bikinis on beaches, because people were doing my work for me.

One woman caller asked why I had a southern accent? I said, because I’m in Waco, Texas.

It was a WILD hour on my friend’s talk show. She called me afterward, laughing her ass off. We laughed our asses off together. But it wasn’t funny. Something horrible had happened. Koresh was a monster. The FBI agents and Reno and the US Government were monsters.

The FOX News video above speaks for itself. If I were running candidate forums in 2020, I would run that video, and then ask Trump for his comments. I would ask Trump if he thought God, or an angel, might have sent that brave man to the MAGA rally? I would have told Trump that I would bet my life and soul that is what happened.

Wacko Wizard, over and out

Is America one nation under God?

That calendar entry in a coffee shop this morning caused me, Wacko Wizard, to ponder: Is America one nation under God?

I was in grammar school when “under God” was added to the Pledge of Allegiance.

I found this explanation online this morning:

“In 1954, at President Dwight D. Eisenhower’s urging, the Congress legislated that “under God” be added, making the pledge read: I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”

I thought this morning, that while God is in all religions, I know of but three that have adherents who believe their God is the only God and they are the chosen people: Judaism, Christendom, Islam. I know members of all three religions, who do not believe that and think God is in all religions.

My passage through the New Age in the 1980s and 90s introduced me to lots of people who seemed absolutely allergic to the word, God. They also did not believe Evil existed. The were sure, if they thought good thoughts and visualized getting what they want, it would happen. Some of them actually did A COURSE IN MIRACLES and learned getting their buttons punched a lot and not reacting (the internal jihad) was a big piece of growing closer to God.

Some years ago, I started thinking America was either arrogant, or naive, or both, to claim in its Pledge that it was under God. As if Americans had a lock on God. Like elements within the three religions above think they have a lock on God.

I started thinking what America had done was challenge God to put America to the test of whether it actually was under God.

Of course, in the big scheme, all nations are under God. Every person on this planet is under God. But in the elitist sense, boasting your religion or country is under God rings a fake pious tone. 

I only learned during the Democratic Party presidential candidate debate that Marianne Williamson, a new age priestess, is one of the candidates. What she said during the debate I’m sure wowed her many followers, who had made her financially secure. Yet, she seemed to me to be a bit out of touch with the bread and butter issues burning big, deep holes in Americans, and in America.

Also, I recalled not long after 9/11, in a Unity Church basement, Unity is the New Age brand of Christianity, watching a video Williamson had made and was selling. In it, she said America needed to counter attack.

I recalled three nights before 9/11, when a familiar voice asked me in my sleep, “Will you make a prayer for a Divine Intervention for all of humanity?” I woke up, wondered what that was about, made the prayer.

Three days later, I figured I knew why.

While everyone around us was crazed, my girlfriend and I were in a state of grace. Our concern was America would retaliate and it would get much worse. It never occurred to us America would start two new wars.

A year to the day later, I was asked in my sleep to make the same prayer, but that time I asked for the Divine Intervention for all of humanity in my sleep, and I ended it with, “And let it begin in me!” Oh, wow! Did that turn out to be fun.

After Barack Obama campaigned on hints the Afghanistan and Iraq wars needed to end, he instead accepted the Nobel Peace prize and continued the wars. 

After Donald Trump said the Iraq war was invented and dumb, he got elected and continued that war and the war in Afghanistan, saying the natural resources of those countries should be used to reimburse America for those wars. Today, he conducts a military parade in Washington, D.C.

The only 2020 presidential candidate, who actually seems to want those wars to end, is Democrat Representative U.S. Representative Tulsi Gabbard. She was in the U.S. Army National Guard and did time in Iraq.

I imagine if America was not at war, every American citizen could have affordable health care if the U.S. Congress and the U.S. Attorney General reduced the military budget and cracked down on the U.S. pharmaceutical monopolists.

I imagine that would please God.

writing as a mystical experience

On writing as a mystical experience.

I am a writer. Around 20 books, fiction, non fiction, verse, of various sizes and shapes. Probably 4,000 different blog posts. All, every piece written, was inspired before the writing began. I wasn’t writing, then I was. I had to write it, not having a clue where it was headed.

Such as, this blog post, which fell out of me last night after I read Psycho Psychic’s post on writing and the inner Muse. Then, dreams last night caused me to take out a little bit and post my comment under her post. The dreams focused on love. Yet:

Love and Truth,

Two sides of the same coin,

They live together,

Or die.

I do not think anyone can be a writer. Unless the Muse is active and pushing, what comes out might be writing, but it is not from the soul, or from beyond that.

I presented at a writer’s conference in the fall of 1990, shortly before angels arranged for Psycho Psychic and me to meet. My topic was “Writing as a mystical experience.” My example was a look at Ernest Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea as a metaphor for Hemingway’s own testosterone-driven life to prove himself a man. He was the old man, the boy who got left behind, the boat, the sea, the great marlin phallic symbol, the sharks which took all but the marlin’s head and tail were the cancer that later would destroy his brain and drive him mad. The last novel he completed,  his unconscious suicide note.

Same introspection could apply to any author,  I said.

The audience seemed to have no interest in any of that. Nor in, before the writer’s conference, when I was struggling with that I would say there, the Hemingway example came to me from out of the blue. The Muse. Or, an angel.

What the audience wanted to know was, what did I do about writer’s block? I said I didn’t get writer’s block. When the Muse was running, I had to write. When I had nothing to write, I was supposed to be doing something else.

I asked if they had read in some book that they were supposed to sit in front of their typewriter or computer so many hours a day, regardless of anything coming out of them onto paper? Lots of heads nodded, yes. I said not all of them were writers. Some of them might be artists, sculptors, craftsmen, plumbers, electricians, lawyers, etc. That did not seem well received, either.

I told Psycho Psychic maybe ten days ago, that the Muse is historically feminine. Psycho Psychic had said her muse is several men guides, who had been very helpful to me in some matters of this world. I said it looks to me she is taking dictation from them. When the Muse pushes me, she gives me latitude to embellish, and when she doesn’t like what I write, she corrects me in body and emotional sensations, and in sleeping dreams.

It is my impression that, for the Muse to run freely, a person’s feminine (yin) needs to be somewhat functional.  The feminine is receptive and creative.

It also is my impression that, a way for a person’s feminine to be made somewhat functional, is to receive writing and speaking assignments from the Muse, or, if you wish, from the soul, or from a spirit being, angel, or whatever. That method was used to help open my feminine.

Another method was being stood in front of a mirror for long periods of time. Yech!

Here’s a poem about my inner muse, which leaped out of me in the spring of 1994:

He feels deep beauty in the dark pool from which his writings flow. She clings to him like fine silk, precious oil. She feels solid, compressed, like … a black pearl, growing from inside out, ever larger with each stroke of his pen, pushing her precious waters over her banks into his dreams and life.

If you think that is not a poem, because it is not formatted like a poem, or it does not rhyme, consider a slightly earlier poem:

Who invented the rule that poetry must rhyme, have pentameter, be cast into verse? Yes, just please tell me who invented that silly rule? Surely is wasn’t the maker of the first stone – Otherwise, there’d be no stones to break all those slaving rules!

I would learn that all of life is poetry, and that what the Muse had me write had much to do with what was going on in my so-called waking life, or would be going on.

It is my impression that ignoring the Muse is about the same as telling God to fuck off.

Consider also, Hell hath no greater fury than a woman scorned.

Consider further, the Devil, and I mean that literally, would be really pleased for the Muse to never run, except at the Devil’s direction.

The Devil would love for all people’s feminine to be shut down, so that their creativity and hearing from the Muse, their souls, spirit guides, angels, etc., are impaired or shut down.

If you are of the view that the Devil does not exist, then that is just what the Devil wants you to think. You are possessed. Unawares, probably. But possessed nonetheless.

Perhaps having the Muse start running through you, and you honoring Her as if your very life and very soul depend on it, heralds the beginning of your deliverance from Evil, the real deep state, which underlies various so-called deep states that interest various groups of possessed humans on this planet, who habitually spin what they say and write, to suit their own  perspectives and drives.

For examples, Hillary Clinton, the Democratic and the Republican Parties, the people currently in the White House, Congress and the U.S. Supreme Court, except Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg and perhaps a few others in those branches of American government. The Muse loves Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

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“Avengers: Endgame” prophesy humanity destroys Planet Earth?

“Avengers: End Game” prophesy humanity destroys Planet earth?
This past Friday, I went to my local cinema to see “Avengers: Endgame”. I had seen the prequel,  “Avengers: Infinity War”, and all but the Ant Man and Wasp precursors:
  1. Captain America: The First Avenger
  2. Iron Man
  3. Iron Man 2
  4. The Incredible Hulk
  5. Thor
  6. Avengers
  7. Iron Man 3
  8. Thor: The Dark World
  9. Captain America: The Winter Soldier
  10. Guardians of the Galaxy
  11. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2
  12. Avengers: Age of Ultron
  13. Ant-Man
  14. Captain America: Civil War
  15. Black Panther
  16. Spider-Man: Homecoming
  17. Doctor Strange
  18. Thor: Ragnarok
  19. Avengers: Infinity War
  20. Ant-Man and the Wasp
  21. Captain Marvel
When I reached the cinema for the 4:30 p.m. showing, I saw the very large parking lot had only a few open parking spaces. I’d never seen the parking lot anywhere close to that full. Usually, it was most full on Saturday afternoons and evenings and Sunday afternoons, when kids were not in school.
The cinema’s website had shown Endgame running about every hour in the 16 theater cinema. I was told at the ticket office that the 5:30 p.m. showing was the only one with tickets still available for purchase that day, and a line would start forming soon. I bought a ticket and walked to where the line already was forming. I spent the next 45 minutes diddling on my I-Phone and pondering my navel and the fate of myself and the Universe, actually, and in movie theaters.
In Infinity War, the big bad super villain Thanos had eradicated half the people on Earth and everywhere else, to save the remaining people and their many habitable planets and the universe from over population and pollution. More than half the avengers were killed. Or rather, they, like half the regular Earthlings, crumbled into molecules and atoms and disappeared.
Endgame is the remaining Avengers’ effort to reverse the Infinity War outcome. Joined by Captain Marvel, who had not yet made the scene when Thanos won the Infinity War.
Captain Marvel is actually an alien, who through Sci-Fi methods in her coming out movie, became an Earthling with amensia, loaded with latent alien super hero abilities surpassing all the Avengers’ abilities.
That’s nearly all I’m gonna say about what happens in Endgame, which is breaking box office sales records:
Boxoffice analysts expect “Endgame” to collect around $275 million in the U.S. and Canada this weekend, with some estimates approaching $300 million. Either way, it is widely expected to beat the record held by last year’s “Avengers: Infinity War,” which opened to $258 million.2 days ago
I have been a Sci-Fi nut since I was a kid. I always thought there were other worlds with people on them. Had to be. Too many other suns and galaxies for there not to be other people. Even if they didn’t look like Earth people. So, I’ve always been a sucker for Sci-Fi movies.
And, I long felt I am not originally from this planet. Then, I became convinced, based on weird things that happened in this life, which could leave no other sane conclusion, regardless of what anyone else might think about my state of mind.
Note that I have not dragged angels into this, until now. That’s an entirely different realm and discussion, other than, it’s logical, as Spock might opine, to think, behind the scenes, supernatural beings and ETs inspire SciFi films, in an effort to cause Earth humans to at least wonder if, or believe, or be convinced “their” planet is not the only place in the entire great Creation where so-called intelligent people, beings, or whatever, exist.
Such a microscopic insular view is but devolution from when so-called great minds on this planet absolutely, and pathetically, knew the world was flat and the sun revolved around it, and God made the planet and the entire Universe in 6 days, and then God rested.
I have to wonder how many right-wing Christians still believe that version, despite all the fossils, including the dinosaurs?
I hate to think those people’s president is in the Oval Office. A president who says the climate is not changing. There is nothing to worry about. Thanos has no reason to come to Earth.

Maybe the Avengers need to have themselves another movie, in which they deal with what Thanos fixed in Infinity War, and they then unfixed in Endgame?

Perhaps the huge popularity of the Avengers movies is hard proof that religion, science and politics are not working on Planet Earth?

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death and rebirth: baptisms in water, fire and spirit

Several things happened in my daily life recently, and in my dreams, to point me toward the topic of today’s post about death and rebirth: baptisms in water, fire and spirit.
Historically, it has not been easy for God’s messengers, as the Bible amply demonstrates. In fact, often as not, God’s messengers are not radiant and pretty. They are, well, grubby and not pretty.
There is a reason for this. Two reasons, actually.
The messengers themselves are being put through hell to get to heaven, a beleaguered homeless lady friend said the other day, after I told her she is being put through God’s purification fire, whether she liked it or not, and somebody had to tell her that, whether she liked it or not.
The second reason is, the people the messengers are sent, such as the city officials in the city where my homeless lady friend lives, need to hear what the messengers have to say, to give them a chance to move closer to God, or not. And, the messengers are grubby, and not pretty, to give those people a chance to get over themselves and see just how grubby and not pretty they also are.
I have in my “orbit” several close friends being put through hell by God’s angels.  Each of them is struggling. Each of them is being stretched. Each of them is not happy with it. My observation of them is, the more highly they think of themselves, the harder it is for them to submit to the … training. The harder it is for them to … see themselves accurately. The harder it is for them to … become obedient.
One of them told me yesterday, that he was briefly visited by the war angel Khamael earlier in the day. Khamael told him that he was going to have a really rough go of it. He, in fact, was having a really rough go of it already. He tried to brush the visit off. Then, he was visited by the archangel Michael, who told him the same thing, and that he will have as rough a go of it as my homeless lady friend. Then, his day got a lot rougher, which is saying something, because it already was horrible for him.

I told my friend the angels do this to some people out of great love, and I wonder why the angels don’t do it to everyone? I said it is important to try not to react, and while sometimes a tantrum is appropriate, per Jesus in the temple with the money changers and merchants, it’s best to not throw tantrums.
In the Gospels, John the Baptist said one greater than he would come, who would baptize in fire and spirit. When that one came to John the Baptist, to be baptized in water, John said this was that one.
The Gospels say John the Baptist’s baptism was of repentance and a fresh start. I can imagine there would be some, or a lot of tears, depending on the depth and sincerity of the repentance.
Once upon a time, I read somewhere that John the Baptist nearly drowned people, to induce near-death experiences, which produced spiritual shifts. I found several links online just now to several articles saying same about John the Baptist’s baptism.
Nowhere in the Gospels do I see Jesus baptized anyone in water. He did just what John the Baptist said he would do. He challenged people ongoing. He told his disciples they would be stretched and some of them would be killed. He put them into fire, and then at Pentecost the Holy Spirit came to them and, using fire and spirit, grew them from children into adults, who could serve God. I can imagine along the way they shed lots of tears.
The disciples, the twelve and the secret ones, died while still alive and became something else entirely. That is what Jesus meant by dying and being reborn. He himself experienced the fire and spirit baptism before he died physically, according to the Gospels. And perhaps he experienced a NDE when he was baptized by John the Baptist?
Not a new philosophy, actually. Death and rebirth was in spiritual traditions before Jesus’ time, and it was part of spiritual traditions after his time. The water and spirit parts always were more popular than the fire part, though. A lot more popular, actually.
I hated the fire part. I still don’t like it. But if the angels had not provided it, they would have shortchanged me. Robbed me. That’s what I keep telling my friends, and anyone else who offers me the opportunity to say it to them.
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meditating on the heart and living, instead of the afterlife

Meditating on the heart and living, instead of the afterlife

In my two previous blot posts at this website, I somewhat introduced and commented on Drunvalo Melchizedek, after watching this video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FjwHJraivc&feature=youtu.be

 

I don’t agree much with Drunvalo’s approach to spiritual development, because it seems to me to be yet another attempt to create a messiah, or messiahs, from elsewhere. Beings from other star systems, dimensions, etc. I think what is most important is how we deal with what life serves us day and night, in our sleep and when we are so-called awake. I think we are on this planet to deal with what life serves us here day and night. I think spending a lot of time looking to what lies beyond in the afterlife, is, well, not what we are here to do and experience.

However, I agree with Drunvalo, that there is one Spirit and it is in and affecting everything, and what we do affects everything, too. Sort of like plucking one strand on a spider web affects the entire web. Thus, it is important how we pluck that strand on which we are, as we are who feel it the most.

I also agree with Drunvalo, that somewhere in each person’s heart is a library or CD, so to speak, in which our personal history and being are stored. That information can be accessed in bits and pieces during mediation, dreams, waking visions, hypnotherapy, past life regressions, revelations, etc.

I also agree with Drunvalo, that a very good spiritual practice is to meditate daily in our own heart, which has its own reasons the mind can never understand.

Be careful what you ask for, also comes to mind.

Here’s a personal example, with several twists and turns.

About three months ago, I started coming down with a sore throat, which seemed peculiar in the way it onset. My voice got weak. It progressed into sinus congestion, and into my lungs, and then came coughing. I wondered if it was fallout from a black spell a magician had been paid to cast on me a year previously, of which a friend of mine, “Mountain Wisdom”, told me he had dreamed and also been advised in visits from angels when he was awake.

More recently, Mountain Wisdom had told me of a follow up visit from angels, in which he was told the magician had been called on the carpet by his magician organization, and he was booted out by that organization’s leaders, and was told there would be consequences, and then he died in his sleep.  Mountain Wisdom said the angels told him to tell me that the bad spell was resolved in the spirit, but I should follow God’s guidance and perhaps I should see a physician about my throat.

I was reluctant to do that, because I had seen an ear, nose and throat doctor a year prior, and she had looked down my throat at my vocal cords with an instrument that goes though the nostrils, one at a time. She then sent me to have a Cat scan, and she said she didn’t see anything on my vocal cords in that X-Ray, but she wanted me to go to an ENT surgeon a long drive from where I lived, who had a more advanced instrument to look at my vocal cords more clearly. I wondered why she had waited that long to tell me she did not have that more advanced instrument?

Then, I dreamed of an ENT doctor, who once did surgery on my left vocal cord, to remove a small growth he said lab results indicated was not malignant. He thought it probably was caused by a virus. He asked in the dream if I wanted him to take look? I said, Yes. He put his instrument down my left nostril, and then down the right nostril, and said he didn’t see anything, but there was something small on the back of my tongue, and did I want him to take it off? I said, Yes, and I felt something being scraped off the back of my tongue, and the dream ended.

About then, Psycho Psychic reported a dream she had of me being told by someone that I’d had a wife before my first wife, and I was strenuously arguing that was not so. I told Psycho Psychic that I had not had a wife before my first wife, yet her dream had to be relevant for me, but in what way? I said I’d had a girlfriend during my freshman year in college, she was a year younger and still in high school. I had really loved her, but my not knowing much about sex had screwed up our relationship. I ended up with a sinus infection shortly thereafter, which would remain chronic the rest of my life, and sometimes it became acute. Were she and the sinus infection my “1st wife”? Was that the explanation for what I was experiencing in my throat, sinuses and lungs, and not the spirit attack?

A physician friend then came to me in a dream, and said, “Sinus.” I told him about the dream, asked how a sinus infection would be treated? He told me what antibiotic would be used for an acute sinus infection, Augmentin, which would not be much help for a chronic sinus infection.

I did nothing. My voice improved. The lung congestion got more difficult.  It felt like my right lung had pneumonia. That’s where respiratory tract infections tend to end up in me – my right lung.

I finally went to a walk-in medical clinic about two  weeks ago and had to wait a while, but then got with the doctor and it went quickly. She had my chest X-Rayed. There was no pneumonia, but there was flim in my right lung, as I had told her. She prescribed Augmentin. 10 days. That started turning the lung and sinus symptoms around, but I knew from past experiences that I needed to deal with the heart issues. The metaphysics.

I dragged my feet. Then, I had more dreams about my high school sweetheart. And there were other pointers toward her. I looked for her on Facebook this morning and did not find her there. I don’t know what do next? Maybe there is a woman in my life, who desires romance and I am not providing it?

There are two such women, actually. Two entirely different situations. Both women say they are  having amorous dreams about me. One of them has been having such dreams for a long time. I am not having sex with either of them. I think the dreams are saying, first, I have important business with both women.

One of the women is my first wife, mother of my children. I dreamed two nights ago of when our first child had died of sudden infant death syndrome, which messed us both up during the 4th year of our marriage.  The right side of  the body is the male side. Perhaps my son’s “remains” are in my right lung? His mother told me recently that perhaps I had gotten the respiratory infection from her.

I dreamed during a nap yesterday of being instructed in the “Stayman convention” in the card game known as bridge, which I like to play. Stayman is a 2 club response to your playing partner opening 1 No Trump. 2 clubs tells your partner you have 4 hearts, or 4 spades, or 4 hearts and 4 spades, or  5 of one and  4 of the other. In card symbolism and in my dreams, clubs represent the Royal Family (Holy  Trinity), and for me, my immediate blood family relations. Hearts and spades represent love and truth.

I think maybe my 1st wife and I need to talk more about the son we lost. I was taken though several rounds of deep emotional releasing over his passing, starting many years after he left this life and set his mother and I our journeys. Releasings instigated by angels, and, or, something in my heart.

I don’t think his mother has had that experience yet. She has many medical problems, accompanied by a lot of pain, which I think are rooted in the trauma and grief of our son’s death, which tore us both up terribly. Perhaps that now is coming around for healing? I hope so.

I don’t know enough about Drunvalo Melchizedek to know if he sees things in these ways. In the video, he seems very focused on intelligent life forms not on this planet, and going to join them. I don’t see how that approach will do much for the two women in my life, or for me. Nor for anyone else I know.

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Are politics, religions and wars, slavery? (Do God, angels, ETs have the keys to the locks?)

Are politics, religions and wars, slavery? (Do God, angels, ETs, have the keys to the locks?)
Below are comments to yesterday’s https://www.intuitive-explorations.com/was-9-11-an-inside-job/ post, started by a very old friend I met after moving to New and Old Age Boulder, Colorado, in September 1987. My friend lives in Vermont and remains really high on Bernie Sanders.
  • Old Friend nice recountment. Yes, inside job. Just mentioned this to a friend yesterday who just can’t seem to get it.
    • Wacko Wizard About 2 weeks ago, I “chanced” to listen to a U.S. Marine sniper Vietnam combat vet – really bad combat – recount his experiences in that war. He wanted all around him to listen. He did not want to be interrupted. I got the sense he had told that awful tale many times. He was impressive. Seriously impressive. When he moved past his experiences over there, to the claim that America had lost that war, he said America won. President Nixon bombed Hanoi to the peace table. I said, well, yes, but Hanoi never intended to stop fighting; they intended to wait until America had pulled out, then they would take South Vietnam. Asians have a much longer view than Americans. He did not like my saying that. He challenged my view of Asians. I said my father fought the Japanese. I did not say my father got my younger brother into the Air National Guard, because he did not like the Vietnam war; he did not think it was anything like World War II. I did tell the story in my post to which you responded, of the fellow telling me he was in a CIA unit in Vietnam when the French were trying to retake it, and his unit’s job was to try to help the Vietnamese beat the French so America could replace France there. The former Marine really reacted when he heard me say that. Said it didn’t happen. I said the man told me it happened and he was there when it happened. I had not challenged the Marine on any of his own reported experiences. I only shot off my mouth when he  went into politics. I never criticized any Viet vet for being over there. I admired and was in awe of what the ones in combat had experienced. But as I grew older and learned more, I came to view that war as a total disaster; that it was not worth one American or Vietnamese wounded or killed in action, or battle-shocked, or PTSD’d. I think many Americans simply cannot face, or don’t want to face, or don’t have enough facts to help them face, what their government actually is capable of doing, and does do, both outside and inside its own borders. I don’t know if there is anything that can be done about that, either. Probably, it’s something each American comes to on his/her own, or doesn’t. It’s like a religion. Good up to a point, then not so good sometimes.
    • Old Friend WWII got a lot of distance for us in loyalty and patriotism. Sweetness of us all working together to save the world from a common simple enemy. I think in a way it put us all to sleep. Some cling fearfully to that image, because if that’s not true today …. what do they have? Being awake in these times has pain. Also freedom and joy. Sloan, you help me remember those two things. 
    • Wacko Wizard In the serial movie “Jericho”, summarized in my post yesterday, the awakening was hard for all of the Americans, but some of them were so upset that they were able to make the shift faster, while others were lagging and even fighting their woke up brothers and sisters. You know I really don’t care for Donald Trump, and I worry also that, if he is not reelected, then a civil war might erupt. I wish I felt better about the Democrats. So far, I don’t, although I see some bright lights there, I hope. Loyalty to the Party, on both sides of the aisle, really bothers me, though. Where’s the freedom in that? Is not that slavery? I wish I had solutions. I don’t. I don’t think I’d care to live anywhere else, based on what all I have seen personally outside of America, and based on what I read and see on TV and online. Yet the day might come when I do want to live somewhere else. I worry for my children and their families. Maybe ETS or angels or God or Mother Nature will cause a shift?
    • Old Friend I like to listen to this guy, Drunvalo Melchizedek. Not a religious leader, but is also tuned in and talked about looking toward the light. Helps me relax. Can’t remember if you and I ever talked about him ..
    • Wacko Wizard I read stuff years ago that Drunvalo had put online and into publications. I don’t know what he’s doing now. I think recall thinking he was pointing people outward for help, instead of inward. I will look him up online. I also thought the name he had taken was curious. I was being put through the ringer by Melchizedek, and it was nothing like what Drunvalo was describing about Melchizedek. I’ll go see what he’s doing now.
    • Wacko Wizard Well, this Q & A starts out with Drunvalo talking about the external changes in this solar system and yet it’s all a reflection of what is going in inside of us.
      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FjwHJraivc&feature=youtu.be
    • Wacko Wizard I will watch more – thanks for pointing me back to Drunvalo. His audience is “New Age”, of course, but then, I have no doubt God had a hand in that religion, tooEmoji
    • Wacko Wizard Watched that video, there are a number of others. Drunvalo speaks frequently in the video of moving from 3rd to 4th dimension and of having a spirit body called Merkaba, which goes with us to 4th dimension. He says nothing about how we live here, now, might effect that progression. It’s all about stuff beyond getting up in the morning and going to work, chopping wood and carrying water, etc. I recall being told in March 2006, something like: “The species did not reach escape velocity, this has happened before, but you can still do it. You will be given experiences to accelerate your pace, and which serve like celestial bodies used by space craft to increase their speed as they enter the gravitational field and then leave (slingshot).” Escape velocity from what? This planet? The 3rd dimension? The karmic cycle of birth, life, death and rebirth on this planet? Maybe some day I’ll know, but what I was told seemed in keeping with my previous training and experiences with the angels, and with Jesus’ teachings, for example, which asked people to stretch themselves by responding to and engaging life differently than was their habit. Maybe I’ll dream about this tonight. Meanwhile, here’s Wikipedia on Drunvalo:
      https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drunvalo_Melchizedek
    • Wacko Wizard A nap dream did not support Drunvalo well. He seems sincere in the video I watched from beginning to end, except for a little while I dozed off. However, he seems to me to be lost in space. He references Tibetan Buddhists agreeing with his view of the cosmos, and Mayan mystics agreeing. I have know Tibetan Buddhists, and also Sufis, and I think they would not be inclined in Drunvalo’s direction. Although I don’t think Christianity, in the main, knows Jesus very well, I think his teachings in the Gospels about how to live on this world day to day will accelerate the spiritual vibration of anyone who uses them, which often is a real challenge. I also think the 365 day regimen provided in A COURSE IN MIRACLES will have that effect on anyone who uses that method. Of course, there are other spiritual disciplines that increase spirit vibration, and mediating into your heart regularly, as Drunvalo recommends, is effective, if what is revealed in mediation is applied to daily affairs, which can be challenging, too. I keep thinking of a New Age woman I met in 2004, who kept searching here and there. One day I told her that the New Age looks for new messiahs because it was not able, for whatever reasons, to latch onto Jesus. She paused, laughed, said I was right. I do not mean going to church. Gosh, when am I ever not in church?, I asked a fellow just today, who owns and operates a health food grocery and restaurant where I live.

      I heard on radio today that Bernie Sanders is not making the Democratic Party honchos happy by being an Independent and not agreeing to campaign as a Democrat. I can imagine they fear, if he holds his course, he will take a lot of votes in 2020, which the Democratic honchos don’t want to lose. We might be about to live in even more interesting times. And, gosh, perhaps ETs will land a spaceship on the White House lawn and really spice it up. I bet “Facebook would be a twitter with heaps of views, including it really isn’t ETs, but is secret American military airships, or Russian, or whatever. I’d love to be a fly on the wall when President Trump meets with his generals and admirals to discuss what to do about the spaceship. Heh.🤣

Old Friend 👍
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Was 9/11 an inside job?

Was 9/11 an inside job?

Last night brought the end of the “Jericho” serial movie on Netflix. The drama is about a private military contractor mega-corp orchestrating nearly 20 American cities being nuked by bombs made from a discarded Soviet Union hydrogen bomb. The U.S. is then fractured into three countries: the old U.S. lying east of the Mississippi River, the Federation of American States lying west of the Mississippi, and Texas. Iran and North Korea are nuked to rubble, as the purported instigators. 99 percent of the action, though, is in and near Jericho, Kansas, in the northwestern part of that state. The people there are a long time coming to know what happened in the rest of America. Except for a captured U.S. tank cannon being used to shoot a mortar shell, the story line works pretty well. I will say no more about “Jericho” other than, when I realized the serial was over – for now – I said to nobody in particular, “I have no doubt 9/11 was an inside job, but I will never be able to prove it.”

My son-in-law, who is Jewish, recently defended American wars overseas by saying the president and top intelligence and military brass always know things they cannot tell the American public. I said he was correct, but, alas, Americans simply cannot trust their government to tell them the truth about wars, or much of anything for that matter.

I told my son-in-law of a fellow telling me in 2005, that he once had worked for the CIA. His unit was stationed in Vietnam, when the French were fighting the Vietnamese over who would control Vietnam. Outwardly, America was supporting France, but his CIA outfit’s mission was to do all it could to help the Vietnamese beat the French, so that America could replace France in Vietnam, which had a whole lot of rubber trees.

Here’s how I learned what God thought about the Vietnam war.

Before the Vietnam war draft was instituted, I got married after my junior year in college. From college, I went to law school. After the war draft was instituted, married men and college students were exempt. Then, college students were allowed to finish college before they were inducted. My wife got pregnant, we had a son. By then, married men were being inducted, but not fathers. Our son died of sudden infant death syndrome during my senior year in law school. I became exposed to the war draft. I applied for a student deferment, so that I could finish law school. My wife got pregnant again. I went back to the Draft Board and told them what had happened. The lady clerk said she was sorry but the student deferment election was irrevocable. She said she would show me the form I had signed to that effect. She went to a green filing cabinet and pulled out my file and looked in it and said there had been some kind of mistake made. What kind of mistake?, I asked. You signed the wrong form, you will have to do it again, she said. No thanks, I will keep my father deferment, I said, and walked out of the Draft Board knowing a miracle had happened.

By then, two of my college fraternity brothers had been killed in Vietnam. They had predicted they would die there.

I never will buy, nor I doubt did commercial airline pilots buy, that amateur Arab pilots were able to fly, maneuver and steer those giant passenger planes to their targets on 9/11. I have heard other arguments for 9/11 being an inside job. What a bonanza for the military industrial complex 9/11 became. One overseas war after another, to protect America.

Three nights before 9/11, a familiar voice I associated with Archangel Michael, asked me in my sleep, “Will you make a prayer for a Divine Intervention for all of humanity?” I woke up, made the prayer. When my girlfriend and I heard about the attacks on 9/11, we thought the very worse thing America could do would be start another war overseas. It did not occur to us that America would start two wars overseas.

A few days after 9/11, I sensed angels all around me as a left my local post office. I heard, “America needs to get out of the Middle East altogether and let Israel and Islam fight it out, or work it out, and in that way learn which of them, if either, is God’s chosen people.”

Iraq was an American ally against Iran. Iraq had a lot of oil. Saddam Hussein asked the American lady ambassador if the U.S. would object to Iraq going in and taking part of Kuwait? The lady ambassador said, No. Saddam invaded. The first President George Bush then went on national television and said he could not let the American way of life be threatened. He was not concerned about the Kuwait people, but about Kuwait’s oil.

Afghanistan had a lot of minerals and was where energy companies wanted to build a natural gas pipe line into the vast natural gas deposits lying east of Afghanistan.

During my sleep the night of the 1st anniversary of the prayer I had been asked to make for a Divine Intervention for all of humanity, I was asked by the same voice, “Will you make a prayer for a Divine Intervention for all of humanity?” But that time I made the prayer in the dream, and I ended the prayer with, “And let it begin in me.”

For a long periods of time, the angels who had trained and run me, had stood me before a mirror. They did it again.

Jesus said it this way in the Gospels: “First take the beam out of your own eye.”

Barack Obama promised hope and change. After being elected, he continued G.W. Bush’s two rich white men’s 9/11 wars for corporate profit, and was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

During his campaign, Donald Trump said the Iraq war was invented. He got elected and continued G.W. Bush’s two rich white men’s 9/11 wars for corporate profit. Trump recently promoted himself for a Nobel Peace Prize.

I saw on the TV news, that Muslim Democrat Congresswoman Ilhan Omar was criticized by President Trump for saying she will not pledge allegiance to Israel. I thought she had made a darn good point. If I were her, I would not pledge allegiance to Palestine, either. Nor to the Democratic Party. I would pledge allegiance to God.

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total freedom and illusions thereof

Wacko Wizard here, with some thoughts about total freedom and illusions thereof.

Mountain Wisdom contacted me from out of the blue in the spring of 2016 and said attention-getting angels had started dropping in on him to chat in his dreams and in his living room when he was so-called wide awake. Right away, they told him he needed to get in touch with me. He said he’d never before had anything like that happen to him; the angels started turning him every which a way but loose; it’s been happening to him ever since; and the angels are Khamael, Michael and Gabriel, and once Melchizedek came with them.

Here’s the text of my email to Mountain Wisdom, regarding something he emailed me earlier today:

Well, Amigo, this is just too peachy to let slide silently into the night. I’m going to post it, with the redacting you requested, to the anomalous experiences website,  with  brief mention of how your and my paths were crossed by forces far beyond our control. I see plenty of anomalous experiences on websites and social media, but the only place I see the shit that grabs people by the short hairs is what you and I, and my homeless lady friend, experience. Perhaps the anomalous experiences people might wish to consider what all they are missing out on? Of course, wink, wink, it was just a coincidence that someone out of the blue sent you the total freedom lyrics.

Ciao

Here’s what  Mountain  Wisdom  emailed me:
I had someone out of the blue send this to me. He remembered Andrew’s father Prof Wilkes Krieger from the place he went to grad school. He particularly liked Andrew’s music when Andrew was under the mgmt of Prof Wilkes Kreiger, and it was all this hard rock, party hard, shit. Andrew went along with it for a number of years, and then he got pissed at his dad’s constant meddling and I remember Andrew’s dad had to get a stand in to perform a concert, the guy lip sync’d three songs and split. I’ve seen early cell phone video of Andrew and then video of that concert- wasn’t Andrew.
 
Andrew played the “legendary”(in who’s mind ?) Georgia Theatre. I could not stand the “Let’s Party Hard Bullshit”. Later on, Andrew was loading out and it was expected security was to help load the bus. I told the GA Theatre owner that I didn’t load buses- I threw out drunk frat boys, kept out psychos without tickets, and generally was a sonabitch- but I was not a lumper. So the GA Theatre owner jumped my ass. He was gonna show the biker who was boss. Andrew came over, he had put his long hair in a pony tail. He told the GA Theatre owner- “Fuck off man, I’ve got roadies.”
 
I remember the GA Theatre owner kicked at my kickstand on my FXR. I was so pissed. Andrew told me to let it go.
 
Later on, when the GA Theatre owner bought the 40 Watt Club, he and I had a pissing contest and I won. I kept certain shit out of the venues, I watched the bar tenders(they roofied girls before I took over security). By that time I had met XXXXX and Big ZZZZZ- both AAA Motor Cycle Club members (if you publish this, which I hope you won’t- please censor XXXXX and ZZZZZ and the club designation’s name). I had to assert my gorilla dominance as respect was important to potential MC members. So I stepped up and I ran shit. 
 
I had a moment with a David Allan Coe and a lot of people remember’d what happened with Andrew and how Andrew backed me. People call’d me BBB or BBV.
 
One of the people who worked at the Georgia Theatre sent me a link to Andrew’s latest single. Her comment was that it sounded like shit.
 
These are the lyrics:
 
We didn’t care at all about
Who had more Or who came from less
Or was rich or poor
We didn’t care at all about Who got first Or who got here last
Or was best or worst
Total freedom
We had total freedom
And we, we didn’t care at all
About time going fast
Or if we could get ahead
Or if we would miss the past
We didn’t care at all No we, we didn’t care at all
 
We had total freedom
Total freedom
(We didn’t care at all) (We didn’t care at all) (At all…)
We didn’t care at all about What other people thought
Or if we could pass the test Or if we were cool or not
Total freedom
We had total freedom
And we, we didn’t care at all about Following the crowd
Or if they said we looked like fools
Or if they said we laughed too loud
We didn’t care at all
No we, we didn’t care at all
Total freedom Total freedom
(We didn’t care at all) (We didn’t care at all) (At all…)
Total freedom… Total freedom…
 
I think the lyrics represent lyrics Andrew and I saw when were kids at the Georgia Theatre.
 
The music isn’t for everybody but I like it, honestly: Andrew W.K. – Total Freedom (Audio)
 
I want to make it clear: I was never into drugs. I had a drinking spell that lasted 3 days 3 times 3 places each- I have wondered about the personal numerology of that. Drinking kept me away from something I was trying to touch. God. Never pimped or pandered. Never sold drugs. Never killed anybody. I just want that clear.
 
But yeah, I got heavy sometime. I am karmically paying for that and reliving many things. I wonder when this will end. I have not taken a drink.
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Be careful about asking a mystic for what is in his tap water

A bit of be careful what you ask a mystic for frolic yesterday under this public Facebook page post:

If perhaps maybe you do feel maybe (wink, wink) we are not alone, check out intuitive-explorations.com and the musings of two certified stranded weirdos, Psycho Psychic and Wacko Wizard. But then, if you be a worrying about Big Brother peeping-tom you, and the whole wide world knowing you are a bone fide weirdo maybe not exactly from this planet originally, then you can just keep on keeping your head down and hoping Big Brother can’t read minds – yet – heh

Doubter
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Anomalous-Unusual Experiences Don’t smoke anything, drink anything, that alters mind/moods
Doubter I some how doubt that
Anomalous-Unusual Experiences Doubt, or believe, what you wish. This world is covered with people who rely on what they think is so, regardless of what is so.
Anomalous-Unusual Experiences If you read what all I posted at intuitive-explorations.com, what you read actually happened. Even the parts you might believe did not happen. And, yes, most of it is really far out by what is viewed as normal thinking.
Doubter I want whatever is infecting your tap water. fr dude send me that shit
Anomalous-Unusual Experiences Are you sure you want it? I can’t give it to you, but I know some angels who can, but that will be their call to make, and how they give it to you and the effect(s) it might have on you will be their call, as will how you respond/react to it will be your call. If you are game, and your soul is calling for it, which might be the case, they you could take an interesting trip that might take a while, and you might end up being very different and your way of looking at and dealing will life very different, too.
 Doubter meth?
Anomalous-Unusual Experiences You wish? Meth, LSD, peyote, ayahuasca, etc. would make me so much easier to try explain. Sorry to be such a bother, but I am something angels found and did stuff to, for a long time, and how that began is found toward the bottom of the intuitive-explorations.com home page.
Doubter
The nonsensical ravings of a lunatic mind
Anomalous-Unusual Experiences I wonder if you will be given what is being put into my “tap water”. If you are given it, you are going for a ride over which you have very little control.
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Visitations from the Deceased, by Psycho Psychic

Visitations from the Deceased – Psycho Psychic

In April 1968, I was two months married, and residing with my husband in our first home.  A home a good friend, then serving in Vietnam as a medic, had not visited.  Through letters (there being no internet or inexpensive international calls in those days) we had been planning a party at my home for his next leave, which was estimated to be perhaps in July.

Then one night in the midst of a rather general processing of day time stuff dream, in that dream my doorbell  rang, triggering a dream shift.  I answered the door to discover my friend standing there.  I was full of questions, such as how and why was he here NOW; why had he not told me of an earlier leave?  He brushed all those questions away without actually answering them.

I took him on a tour of the new house.  We talked and laughed.  It was all very REAL.  As real as any waking world experience.  Then suddenly, another dream shift.  It seemed as if now we were speeding along in a low slung race car of some type.  Sitting with feet straight out before us; he in the driver seat, me in the passenger seat.  We entered and sped through a grayish tunnel in which there were swirling vibrant multicolored lights.

Then yet another dream shift.  We were standing now in a room.  It felt like a room, though I could see no walls or furnishings.  It was a room.  At this place, he began telling me that I could not continue on with him beyond this point.  I was outraged.  It felt as if we were on a wonderful journey.  How DARE he say I could go no farther!?!  Wasn’t that up to me to decide? But he persisted calmly and pleasantly stating this was as far as I could go.

He told me my husband would “take good care of” me, and that I would have three children.  Then he began walking away toward what at first appeared to be a very distant tiny point of light.

As he walked, it seemed the light traveled toward him, becoming larger. A vibrant shimmering electric silvery blue.  Three times, he paused, turned toward me, smiled and waved.  As he walked into the light, in the dream, I screamed out his name several times.

And I awoke, setting up in bed hearing myself crying out his name.  It woke my husband as well.  I was so distraught from the dream, I called off work that day.  A few days later, news came of his death in Vietnam.

This occurred in 1968, seven full years before Raymond Moody’s book “Life After Life,” was published.  Reading Moody’s book, I recognized so many elements of the near death experience EXCEPT I was not near dead.  When I shared the dream experience with family and friends, a friend postulated that IF Bob had allowed me to continue on with him, I might have been found dead in bed of unknown cause that morning.  I do not know.

That was my first potential visitation with a deceased friend or loved one.  I was 21 years old.

Other experiences followed.  On the morning of my maternal grandfather’s funeral, in January 1974, I received a phone call.  There was so much static it was difficult to make out the caller (remember landline phones).  But the voice seemed to be that of my grandfather, and he said:  “Hazel?  Hazel?”  then the line went dead.  Hazel was my maternal grandmother’s name.

Bob, my deceased medic friend, visited me in dreams three more times over the next 20 years.  Once waking me with a message.  That time his head and torso seemed to be hovering over me in the air above my bed; though as soon as the message was complete, he vanished like the turning off of a light bulb.

There have since been other experiences.  For example, in 2013, a friend seemed to alert me in a hypnagogic state (when one is slipping from waking consciousness into sleep), sending  image of a message on Facebook; asking if I could see it.  The image and message were so persistent that eventually I pulled myself out of bed and checked my Facebook page.   Nothing on my news feed, nothing from him on my page.  When I checked his page, I found a R.I.P. note from someone very close to him.  He had passed in his sleep the day before.  Years earlier, he and I had jokingly made a pact that whoever might exit first would attempt to communicate.

Backing up just a bit, November 19, 2011, 12:15 am.  My husband and I had just gone to bed.  Neither of us was asleep yet, though we were slipping in the direction of sleep.  Suddenly, I sensed my mom floating into the room to my side of our bed.  There was a gentle pat on my shoulder, and she spoke my name.  I told my husband:  “I think mom may have just passed.”  Immediately (as in as soon as I uttered those words, and before my husband had time to respond) the phone rang.  It was my brother calling to let me know that mom had passed at 12:05 am.  Ten minutes before I sensed her presence breezing through our bedroom, 80 miles away.

Most recently, two nights in a row I had dream visitations from deceased friends.  Were it not for the fact that I had a bout of hives and was taking Benadryl at night to quiet itching, I would wonder if my own time to cross over might be near.  I mean four individuals over the course of two nights is a bit alarming.

First night, the friend who might have communicated with me via the hypnagogic Facebook post, popped in to say that he was “glad that I.E. is continuing in some form.” And a boyfriend from my teen years called me on the telephone to say, “I’m just calling to tell you goodbye.”  This episode was so real that I actually Googled his name to see if he’d recently died.  Nothing online to indicate that.  I don’t know where he is, or I would contact him to inquire of his situation, as he is (or was) one who actually researched anomalous experiences as part of a course he took in prep school back in the day.

Second night, the deceased husband of a client popped in with a message for his still living wife.  That message has been delivered.  His appearance was followed by a friend who in life was a psychiatrist with interest in anomalous experiences.  His message was a personal one for me.

Are the Benadryl dreams as reliable as dreams that come when no substance is involved?  I don’t know.  What I do know is that each of these experiences FELT like very real visitation.  The essence quite different from that of a dream.

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poems that jumped out of and jolted Wacko Wizard awake during dark hours

Dreams last night pointed me toward three poems that jumped out of and jolted Wacko Wizard awake during dark hours, which pretty well mapped my bizarre course with what I vaguely understand God to be. Vaguely is about all I think anyone can comprehend of God.

The first poem jumped out of me in mid-March 2001, the morning after I was told in my sleep, as I slept on flattened cardboard boxes in a business doorway in an exotic little fishing village, “You will fail, but you might enter the Kingdom of God.”

Heavy Wait
I know what it is to love fully,
have my heart broken by death
and by loved ones’ rejections,
Over and over again,
So I can love even more.


I know what it is to be engulfed in pain,
Awash in evil,
Terrified, enraged, despaired,
Believing God has again forsaken me,
Then be given the truth
that again makes me free.


I know what it is to doubt,
Be lost and wandering
time and time again,
Then be rescued yet again
and my faith grows deeper.


I know what it is to blindly trust,
Then be destroyed by betrayal
time and time again,
Until I trust only God.


I know what it is to have much
and be completely of this world,
Then have it all taken away
and be in the world but not of it.

I know what it is to fail in this world,
And fail and fail and fail:
The world’s greatest failure,
I can serve only God.


I know what it is to give
and give and give and give;
I cannot stop giving
because giving is receiving.


I know what it is to explain God
time after time after time again.
Something demands I keep explaining:
Maybe someone will listen,
Maybe me.

The second poem fell out of me in early June 2003, right before I learned I was dying of MRSA.

I AM A MAN
I am a man.
I said,
I am a man!

What means it,
being a man?


A man is a warrior:
he lives by a code of honor,
his word is reliable,
his actions confirm his words,
his commitment is holiness,
his enemies are welcome at his hearth,
he fears but moves forward,
he cries and gets up again,
he hates but forgives,
he loves and let’s go,
he doubts but trusts God,
he’s a good friend,
he seeks resolutions,
he demands nothing,
he risks everything,
he regrets his mistakes,
he seeks to make amends,
he puts others’ welfare first,
he accepts apologies truly made,
he expects nothing back,
he lives ready to die,
he laughs when he “should” scream,
he screams when he “should” laugh,
he sings just because,
he shrugs off insults,
he learns from misfortune,
he cusses God for making him,
he wishes he was done,
he loves children and animals,
he relishes a woman’s scent,
he smiles when he’s content,
he knows God’s his master,
he walks in rainbows,
his garden is the world,
his way is nature,
he loves fishing,
his wife is his soul,
his food is life,
his pay is whatever he receives.
Yep, he’s crazy.

The third poem fell out of me on June 7, 2004, after I had spent the past few months totally blowing a spiritual assignment I had been given in a series of dreams in early 2004, and I was in a bewildered, frightened, deranged state:

SHANGHAIED

A calling to serve carries its own wisdom,
which legitimates both the calling and the serving
so that the two are one:
Only the one called to serve
can know this wisdom,
and for some who are called
the knowing comes easily,
while for others the knowing is a fiery baptism.
Each calling is different,
and while some callings can be declined,
others cannot,
and those whose calling is without repentance
know they are in it for the duration of the calling,
and while others may try to persuade them out of it,
the calling for ones such as these always prevails;
thus is it advised to all called for keeps
that they view their calling as a blessing
even when it seems at times to be a curse,
and that they try to reconcile the loss of their captain status
and allow the Spirit of God to man the helm of their ship,
and be glad and willing crew members thereon,
knowing that all sailing ships of souls
need a crew as well as a captain
to maintain and navigate the ship through
seas of many tones, depths and flavors;
so consider each league sailed
as part of the overall journey
going to where the captain deigns to go
by using whatever winds and sea currents available
to navigate the ship to the experiences
this ship and crew need to have
in order to fulfill their calling and its wisdom
revealed by the journey of many leagues,
many known only to the ship and its crew,
all of whom come to know,
some sooner than others,
that once conscripted
there is no safe jumping ship.
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Is internal jihad humanity’s only real chance to change and survive?

Is internal jihad humanity’s only real chance to change and survive?

Been doing some traveling and hanging out since leaving where I had lived from late 2000 through last fall. I now have 9 homes in 6 different states, where I can hang my hat for a little or a long while. An old friend at one of those homes told me the other day that I have taken being homeless to a new level. I chuckled, said, yeah, a jump shift.

My friend said he is reading Kosmos Journal for Transformation, and that is helping him some. I looked at Kosmos and submitted a comment under one of their articles:

“A dear friend with chemical dependency and clinical depression told me today about “Kosmos, journal for global transformation”, which led me to the above. I told him a little about the dark night of the soul, which is induced from the spirit realm. The self-proclaimed dominant species on this planet, in the main, seem to have lost their rudder and the results are varied and visible and invisible. I come from the perspective of someone who has been through the dark night of the soul, and the black night, which makes the dark night seem like heaven. And, there were later dark nights. And, it all was instigated by angels, who are still poking me along, sometimes gently, sometimes not. Eventually, starting 2000, through now, I was put into different kinds of human political arenas. I concluded political parties are religions. Movements are religions. And, they most entirely look outward. Seeking to change what is around them, hoping that will make them feel better. I was not convinced that method would work before it was given to me to try to impact. I am not convinced now that it works. I think the only tried and true method is the internal movement, which requires a great deal of being stood in front of a mirror looking at self, while the outside life roughs us up and provides grist for the internal grindstone and furnace. That process requires a great deal of help, I think, from angels. ETs also are involved in trying to help Earthlings change in that way. Internally. From what was, to something else entirely. Death and rebirth, it has been called. That journey is not a best seller. It does not make money. It can be terribly lonely. It can freak out people not aware of such an experience. It can get the internal pilgrim ostracized, locked up, medicated. Yet, it is my opinion that the inner “jihad” is the only way humanity really will shift, and it is not, I don’t think, something humanity, on its own, will ever bring off. It will have to be imposed from the spirit realm. On humanity. Across the board. No prisoners. Meanwhile, some people can, as has been done for a very long time, make that journey alone, or perhaps in pairs, or even small groups, with angelic help. If that’s what they really want and the angels agree, or the angels impose it because their souls requested it despite their egos’ wishes.”
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if you fear Big Brother knowing you think we are not alone in the Universe

If you fear Big Brother knowing you think we are not alone in the Universe, then keep on keeping your head down hoping he can’t read minds – yet – heh. But if you are in the heroes journey  ilk of Joseph Campbell, Luke Skywalker and Obe Wan Kenobi, then welcome to intuitive-explorations.com and join in the discussion.

What caused me, Wacko Wizard,  to write that above, was Psycho Psychic told me the other day that she has a heap of friends who think we are not alone and/or who have anomalous experiences, but they are afraid of saying it on Facebook or anywhere else online, because the U.S. Government will find out about it with Facebook’s and other help, or word of it will get out and their reputations will be ruined, they will lose friends, jobs, money, etc., and that’s why they don’t want to go public on social media.

Also, some of Psycho Psychic’s friends  had personal interactions with me or read my musings in the past, and they don’t like me and wonder why Psycho Psychic still has anything to do with me? I tell her that’s their problem, not mine. My problem is trying to keep a band of angels happy with me, which is not something I see bothers Psycho Psychic – yet, nor any of her friends she has told me about.

For them, I offer the thought that slavery comes in many forms, and most slaves don’t know they are slaves. And, as I tell Psycho Psychic from time to time, when you destroy your reputation, you can be free.

With all due respect to Master Yoda …

In the sci-fi movie, “Serenity”, the galactic Big Brother created a serum that was supposed to make the Empire’s subjects serene. The serum was tested on a remote colonized planet named Miranda. The serum worked great on maybe 95 percent of the Mirandans, but it turned the other 5 percent into Reapers, a kind of space-faring cannibal zombie. The Empire desperately tries to keep secret what caused the Reapers. The Empire just as desperately tries to keep secret a teenage girl it had developed into a ninja-like weapon beyond the galactic subjects’ wildest imaginings. Had the Empire succeeded in the cover ups, the movie would have had no heroes or heroines on the rebel star ship, Serenity. A bit more gripping than the Star Wars films.

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rainbow poetry inspired by the feminine


In the February 2, 2019 blog post about Psycho Psychic’s dream of my left hand being smaller than my right hand, I mentioned rainbow poetry inspired by the feminine, which I had not yet published at this website.

White is black
Black is white
When they fuse
Rainbows bloom
 
Rainbows know no master,
fueled by Father Sun
they touch Mysty Earth
only Heaven knows where.
Rainbows are more precious than diamonds,
and more brilliant than gold,
more shining than silver,
and more sacred than pearls.
Rainbows paint heavens beautiful,
make angels sing.
Rainbows are you, and me,
Full spectrums of Infinity
blazing across Eternity.
Rainbows are Now.
 
Rosa Mystica
Sweet Mystery
Bride of Christ
Living Water
without which
there are no Rainbows
and God is dead
 
Earth –
The sacred prism
through which souls are refracted
into their elemental parts,
purified in Holy Fire,
Then one-forged
and sent on their way
to not even angels know where,
simply because they are all
unique emanations of God,
evolving …

 

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meaning of dream about my left hand smaller than my right hand?

Meaning of dream about my left hand smaller than my right hand?

In one of my recent dreams, Psycho Psychic told me that my left hand was smaller than my right hand. I looked down at my hands and they seemed about the same size. I woke up and started wondering what the dream meant?

In

she spoke fondly of  Joseph Campbell’s “left hand path”. I thought maybe that’s the path Robert Frost meant, when he said he came to a fork on a road in the woods, and he took the one less traveled by, and that had made all the difference. That’s what I did, steered, nudged, dragged, shoved and yanked by angels.

Then, I found myself mulling the right side of the human body is the male side, the left side is the female side. However, the left side of the brain is the intellect side, or the male side, and the right side of the brain is the creative side, or the female side. Humanity is afflicted with too much thinking and striving and destroying, and too little feeling and being and creating. I had learned that from being dragged by angels through my own “testosterone poisoning”.

I then thought of rainbow poetry mused by the feminine that fell out of me in 1994-95, which I had not yet posted on this website. Perhaps that would make my left hand bigger?

And then I thought, well, I have posted quite a bit more to this website than has Psycho Psychic.

Then, I thought of something mechanical.  I am retarded concerning anything mechanical.

Psycho Psychic had told me that she had been advised by one of her spirit guides that this website needed a public forum. So, I set out trying  to put a public forum on the site.

I tried to pay Go Daddy, which hosts this site, to do it for me. They replied that they were not set up to create a forum. I then tried to create a forum myself, by installing a popular forum plug-in, which didn’t work out, perhaps due to my IT ignorance, or perhaps it simply is not possible.

So, I jerry-rigged an “Anomalous (Unusual) Experiences Forum” page on the left side of the 2nd line in the top menu, and made it the homepage for  this site. The content in the new home page was dwarfed by the content in the old home page,  “Greetings Earthlings, from Wacko Wizard, Psycho Psychic & Friends”,  on the 1st line of the left side of the top menu. Both pages were dwarfed by the content in the blog posts in the right-hand side menu.

Wondering if that was what Psycho Psychic meant by my left hand is smaller than my right hand?, I made the “Greetings Earthlings” page the home page again. And, I wondered if this website needs a real public forum page? If so, somebody a lot smarter than I will have to create it.

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Was Jesus a Pleiadean?

Was Jesus a Pleiadean?

The other day, I emailed Psycho Psychic that the Pleiadean factor on Planet Earth was raised by Barbara Marciniak in Bringers of the Dawn: Teachings From the Pleiadians

The excerpts from the book that link brings up are impressive, but leave out a bit here and there.
In 1992, I wrote a fun kick-ass novel Psycho Psychic later read, about a most interesting Pleiadean human colony in America. I had hoped the tale would make me rich and famous. Alas.
A new age acquaintance pressed me to read Bringers of the Dawn shortly after it was published in late 1992. I knew while reading it that the Pleiadeans (Marciniak spelled it Pleiadians) were not telling her everything. They as much told her that, they, too, were here not entirely out of the goodness of their hearts, just as they said the reptilians were here for their own benefit. I pointed to that in a letter to Marciniak, and that she needed to deal with it. She did deal with it somewhat in the sequel book, name now escapes me.
Millions of people went Pleiadean crazy, with Marciniak’s help. A new religion to replace the religions that had failed. I would come to have a good friend who worshiped the Pleiadeans. A new age cult in Texas, as I recall, committed suicide en masse, to go be with some ET race, their Earth human  leader had told them would happen.
The day I finished reading Bringers of the Dawn, I had an appointment with a Barbara Brennan “hands of light” therapist, who was darn good at what she did. During the drive to her place, it came to me strong that my son had been killed by the Pleiadeans. The therapist and I went into that during the session.
During the next session, she told me that my  “core star” took her “core star” on a dazzling tour of the Universe. After the next  session, she told me that whatever I was involved in was beyond her range, and she could not help me. I was in the 1st dark night of the soul.
Later, a former Sikh suggested I read ET 101 . I read it, and then I called the authors and made an appointment to drive to see them. They were into receiving assistance from the Pleiadeans. During a healing session I had with one of the authors, she said she was hearing from the Pleiadeans that I needed to approach my work more as poetry. I thought she meant that literally. As in, all of life is poetry.
About a week later, the heavens opened and a stunning celestial rainbow eulogy poem to my son burst out of me on the 26 anniversary of the day I had buried him. He had died of sudden infant death syndrome.  I already knew 26 was the sacred number for God. Then came a season of fabulous rainbow poetry boiling out of me.
Later, I met a man who told me, that before Bringers of the Dawn came out, the Pleiadeans had offered him what they later would give to Marciniak. He heard them out, didn’t trust they were leveling with him entirely, and told them, no thanks.
The other day, I wondered if the message that the Pleiadeans had killed my son was they had throttled sales of my novel about the Pleaidean colony? The novel was my son, so to speak. Perhaps the Pleiadeans didn’t like the novel? Or, they didn’t care for what I wrote to Marciniak? Or, they thought I needed to get over wanting to be rich and famous? Or,  my karma required me to have other kinds of experiences? Or, whatever?
In astronomy, the Pleiades are known as The Seven Sisters. I have heard theories of that’s where Jesus came from. Perhaps equipped with 12 strands of DNA, as described in Bringers of the Dawn.

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Three very different ET reports from Wacko Wizard

I, Wacko Wizard, present three very different ET reports in response to Psycho Psychic’s dream described in the next previous blog post at this website: https://www.intuitive-explorations.com/alternate-reality-dream-requests-alien-encounter-reports/

Trip into a distant sun:

Back in 1987, when I was first learning craniosacral therapy, I invited a friend from massage school to let me introduce him to it. He said okay and came over to my apartment and got onto my massage table. Craniosacral therapy was discovered by early osteopathic physicians and further refined as time passed. Among other things, it was learned that the plates in the skull could be gently manipulated. Modern medicine denies the plates rotate on their own, much less can be manipulated. However,  I can show anyone willing to learn, how to feel the cranial rhythm and the cranial plates rocking.

I started working on my friend’s head. He went into a light trance. Then, he said he was headed to a distant universe. Then, he said was going into a sun there, in which there were intelligent beings. He said no more, and went into a grand mal seizure, which I had never seen before. I didn’t know what to do but keep my hands on his shoulders. He shook violently for about 5 minutes, and then he started calming down.  Then, he was out of it. He said, “All hell’s going to break loose on this planet (Earth).” He said he’d never before had anything like that happen to him.

Dora Kalff’s talk with the Dalai Lama:

Dora Kalff was a Swiss woman, who had trained under the Swiss Psychiatrist Carl Jung, who had taken psychiatry into the mysterious realms of dreams, visions, syncronistic experiences, etc. Later, Dora developed Sandplay thereapy, which consisted of her having a lot of miniature objects of just about anything imaginal – plant, animal, mineral – of and not of this world. She  had two small rectangular sand boxes, one with dry sand, the other with wet sand. Her clients used the miniatures to make sand pictures as she watched on. The therapy was non verbal. The clients healed as they kept coming and making sand pictures.

I met Dora in 1988, in America. She was my licensed clinical social worker wife’s former Sandplay teacher. My wife had not seen Dora in many years. Dora invited us to her home near Zurich for a Sandplay training later that year. I tagged along. At the end of the training, Dora invited my wife and me out to lunch. I’d had my first ET experience shortly after arriving in Switzerland. It was an other-dimension experience with three ETs inside a space ship. Two of the beings were somewhat humanoid, the third looked in the face like a wolf. Then, there was something in the apartment with us, which was terrifying. Then, it was gone. I think it was the next night that my wife had her first orgasm ever through sexual intercourse.

So over lunch, I asked Dora if she, or any of her clients, ever had experiences with ETs? Dora said she would answer my question in this way. When the Dalai Lama came to Zurich to see Tibetan refugees who had settled there, he came to Dora’s home to see her. She had met him some years prior in India. She showed him her Sandplay room and told him how her clients used the miniatures to make sand pictures and heal while she watched on. He said that was applied Buddhism. Then, he asked her, “And what kind of pictures do people make who were not born on this planet?” Dora looked me dead in the eye, said, “The Tibetans know many things they do not say.”

Space ship sighting over my home in America:

In the spring of 1994, my licensed clinical social worker Sandplay therapist wife and her son and a licensed clinical social worker friend of ours were sitting on the front side patio of our home one morning. I happened to look up and saw a space ship parked beside a cloud maybe a mile up. The ship was white, oval-shaped, no dome. Much smaller than the cloud. I told the other three to look up at the spaceship beside the cloud. They said, Yeah, right. I told them again to look up at the space ship. They said again, Yeah, right. I was astounded.

I then saw the ship dart behind the cloud. No way a human craft could have made that maneuver, nor stayed parked beside the cloud. I told the three that the spaceship darted behind the cloud. Yeah, right, they said.  Then, the cloud started stretching across the sky, like a very wide vapor trail. One side of the cloud stayed where I had first seen it, as the other side was stretched, I figured, by the space ship from left to right. I told the three what I was seeing. Yeah, right, they said. They never looked up. I was astounded.

That night, the boy came to me privately in our home and asked if I had really seen a space ship? I asked him if he’d ever known me to make something like that up? He knew I was having a lot of strange experiences. His mother knew. She was having strange experiences herself. I had taught him an internal alchemy ritual, which he used when he needed help with something going on in his life. He said, No, he had never known me to make such things up. I said he didn’t look up because he was afraid his mother and our friend would tease or think badly of him. Yes, he said. I said the space ship came for him to see, I already knew about such things. I said I bet he would look up the next time I told him I saw a space ship. Yes, he said. But there was no next time while I was with him and his mother.

I figured she was afraid to look up, because she knew I was telling the truth and she didn’t want to feed it, she didn’t want her son to see it, and she didn’t want to deal with our licensed clinical social worker friend, who himself never had anything but ordinary human experiences. I figured if he had looked up, he might have become destabilized, had a psychotic break. Or, he would have convinced himself he did not see what he saw and watched unfold.

That was long before smart phones, which perhaps could have videoed what I saw, and be put up on YouTube, and then be wowed and alleged to be photo-shopped.

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does religion understand God, or Hell?

Does religion understand God, or Hell?

A friend sent this link:

I replied to my friend:

I read the article, seems like a research paper, kinda. I submitted this comment, don’t know if it got through:
“I don’t recall what the afterlife is like, but I’ve had countless direct, palpable, sleeping and waking encounters with supernatural beings, angels mostly, but also demons, and one obvious ET encounter, so I know that all exists, and I know the demons aren’t something I’d care to spend time with on purpose; and I know, which I can’t prove either, and to think I could would be madness on my part, that plenty of what is awry on this world, the general and the various dramas, is influenced behind the scenes by demons, which jumps the political and scientific systems, even as it seems to befuddle, even beguile, the religious systems, which seem to think they, being religious systems, are near to God, but it seems that is for God to decide.”
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adjective
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