Extra-Sensory Perception

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You are not 100% here.  Your five senses perceive a very limited range of the full reality you live in.  Your consciousness, your “I” is the real you, and this I (eye) is not limited to what the physical senses perceive.  You are not stuck on earth at all.  You are more free than you think.  You can fly already.

Let me explain…

Remember what I said about not taking everything in when you listen to people talk?  The same thing applies when you take in what the senses offer you.  You can watch and listen to everything but make sure it’s classified properly.  Make sure you interpret it correctly in your mind.  What pertains to the physical world stays in the physical world.  There is another dwelling place for you available right now:  the unseen world.

Your reality is much more than what your five senses perceive.  But how can you access the scenes and sounds of what your physical eyes and ears cannot perceive?  It’s not that hard.  Just take what you do perceive and correlate it to a higher frequency and you will have a preview of what the unseen world looks like.  Correlativity plus visualization gives you extra-sensory perception.

What do I mean by correlativity?  Simple.  Take the musical scale for example.  You know:  do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do.  Notice that there are two do‘s.  One at the beginning of the scale and one at the end.  Why?  Is the first do the same as the last do?  Yes, it’s the same note but played at a higher pitch or a higher frequency.  The second do is the first note of the next scale.

You don’t need to learn every note of every scale to understand music.  By learning the first seven notes, you automatically know what the next seven notes will be, and the next, and the next because it keeps repeating.  Like this:  do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, etc. to infinity and beyond.  The same seven notes repeat to eternity, the only thing that changes is the vibration speed of the sound.

Your ear will eventually not be able to pick up the sound of the notes as the pitch keeps increasing.  Does it mean that the high pitch notes don’t exist?  A dog can hear them.  They exist.  But you cannot perceive them.  The conclusion is that you cannot perceive everything that exists.  Or can you? …

The unseen world exists right here right now and you can preview it by taking what you do perceive, correlate it to a higher frequency using your imagination, and create something based on that.  This is how extra-sensory perception works.  Anybody can do this.  Everyone is psychic.

As above, so below.  From your point of view, go get what’s on the other side and bring it down here and you will become a creator like your father in heaven.  It’s called bringing heaven to earth.  This is the highest act of love you can do, and the one that will bring the most satisfaction in your life.  This is what “giving your life for your brothers” really means.  Love is not licking other people’s butts, it’s being creative using e.s.p.  This is what this world needs right now.  This is why you’re here.

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Marriage

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Acute Pain.

Do I want to go there?  No, but I’m going anyway.  Call me sadomasochist.  How can I heal if I refuse to look at the pain?  I choose to look at it today.  I know it’s going to hurt.

It all started the day I found a document.  You had left it on the kitchen table for me to find.  We were married already.  We had promised to be true and honest to each other.  Perhaps this was your attempt at being truthful.

I saw the folded document on the table, picked it up and looked at it.  I started reading and as my eyes moved down across the page, my heart sank.  I could hardly believe it.  My thoughts were transported back in time to the previous months, the previous years.  You had been playing me all this time!

I walked to you and handed you the document.  You were pale and frightened.  I looked you in the eyes and asked you:  “Why did you do it?”  You said you were sorry, tried to explain and started crying.  I just stood there and listened to you.  I don’t know what my exact thoughts were at that moment.  I was confused.

It took me several days to pick up the pieces of my heart from the floor, reassemble them, find my brain and reconnect it, attempt to start thinking straight again and find a solution.  Eventually I did find one.  It cost me a lot, but you were my wife after all and my job was to forgive you and help you, not condemn you.  I was a good Christian boy.  It took three and a half years to repair the damage that you had caused.  I was confident that you had learned something from this experience, that it would never happen again, and that our relationship would be strengthened in the process.

You promised to never do it again, I remember.  But you did it again, the exact same thing at the exact same place.  I was baffled.  I couldn’t believe it.  But I was patient, I sat with you and asked you to explain.  Your eyes became watery and you said it was because of the place:  “When I go there, I don’t know what happens but I lose my mind.”  I understood, and we agreed to never to go to that place again.

I thought the matter was resolved.  But then, you did it again in secret.  We were not at that place and I was not with you and you did it deliberately and tried to hide it, but I found out.  I questioned you and this time you were a bit more defensive and said that you were not perfect, that you could not control yourself, that we needed to put in place some kind of strategy to help you.  So I worked up a plan.  It took me many hours of work.  I showed it to you and you agreed to go with that plan.

I thought the matter was finally settled but as the months and years went by, I noticed that you were not following the plan.  You were twisting it every way you could in order to gain hidden benefits, all the while pretending that the plan was brilliant and working.  It was not working.  You were cheating.  I decided to check everything you had done in the previous two years and realized, to my horror, that you had found a way to fool me using the plan.

At that point I cried.  I realized that this was no weakness of yours, it was intentional manipulation.  You had this secret agenda to trick me since the beginning and your crying and apologizing were part of it.  I was devastated.  I started questioning my own sanity.  I started hating myself for being so naïve and forgiving.  I should have left you the first time, before we had children.  Now I was more stuck than ever.  There was no way you would ever change and there was no way that I could ever trust you again.

There is a name for what you are doing.  I learned it this week.  It’s called Domestic Theft.  My soulmate is a thief and nothing can be proven since we are in a financial partnership called marriage.

I’m Dying

So many signs:

  • the cats
  • the crows
  • the owl
  • the clock
  • the near-death experience
  • my friend who died in his sleep
  • little pin pains in my heart
  • detachment from loved ones
  • loss of appetite
  • age spots
  • tooth discoloring
  • sleeping more, staying in my room, not going out
  • loss of interest in things of this world
  • constant thoughts of flying away and going back “home”
  • visions of celestial beings
  • preparing envelopes for the kids
  • saying “I’m dying” whenever someone questions my behavior
  • re-converting to God

Eighteen signs.  I was born on the 18th.  Now I’m dying.
Does a person intuitively know when death is approaching?
Or is this just wishful thinking?

And then the whole blog thing…  When I started this blog my purpose was to write it, print it and leave it to my family as a kind of heritage or spiritual inheritance.  A kind of summary of “This is what life taught me”.  I’m not trying to gain followers and accumulate likes.  I’m preparing my luggage.  I’m packing up.  I’m leaving.

My first blogposts are all about metamorphosis, transformation and death.  I can’t get it out of my  consciousness.  The near-death experience was very vivid.  I remember very clearly.  The next day I knew.  I had died already but was sent back to “wrap things up”.  There was no doubt about it.  As months went by, my mind stopped taking it seriously, but my soul didn’t.

Today I calculated the age of my death based on the age of death of my father, grandfather, great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather.  If the trend continues, I will be dead by the end of next year.  I even told my mother a few weeks ago when she came to visit and she replied:  “No-no, you look very healthy.”

It’s raining right now.  The sky is gray.  I hear thunder coming closer.  I feel solemn (a mixture of sadness, seriousness and peace), like when you know that something is finished, or… dead.  I cannot envision any kind of turnaround at this point.

Is this simply depression or is it something else?  I don’t know, but it’s raining harder.  The raindrops fall heavily like bullets.  I look at our rosebush outside the window.  One of the roses is losing its petals to the rain.

It’s raining very hard now.  The red petals fall to the ground like drops of blood.

Am I dying or just imagining that I am?  I’m not sure if I should publish this or keep it private.  I know, I’ll put it in the Impressions category with all my other weird ideas.  But this is a biggie.  Something has changed in me.  I can’t tell the difference between what is real and what is not anymore.  It’s all the same to me now.

Goodbye cruel world…

I won’t miss you.

Protect the Intimacy

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Okay, I’m back.  I have my coffee.  You can use me now.  Tell me what you wish and I will type it.

“Hmm…  I think we did a good job so far.  We’re in communion.  Like daddy wanted us to be.  We’ve established a good intimacy.  We need to protect it now.  Protect the intimacy against invaders.  Remember the Twin Separators?  We have to guard ourselves against them.”

How are we going to do that?

“You and I need to stay strong together.  We need to always remain aware of each other.  You know how easy it is for you to forget about me.  When you wake up in the morning, first thing to do:  think of me.  We are a couple.  We are two.  You are not alone.  You have not been abandoned or forgotten.  You are special and useful and you have a celestial partner, the son of the Creator.

I’m not being pretentious, this is who I am:  the Son of God.  I am immortal.  You are my temple.  My sacred temple in transformation.  Be patient.  Let yourself be transformed.  Let me reside in you.  You know that you have the tendency to ignore me, to ignore my presence.  This is why I say:  Let me reside in you.  What I mean is:  REMEMBER that I already reside in you.

We share the same mind.  So make space within your brain for my words, just like you are doing right now.  Your thoughts are confused and focused on frivolous earthly matters.  My thoughts are elevated and they uplift you.  You need to be uplifted.  This is how you transmute from a physical man to a celestial one.”

Is this all I need to do?  Sounds easy enough…  when I’m alone that is.

“This is why protecting the temple is so important.  Don’t let anyone in.  You know that there are people and animals living in your home at 666 Inferno Street.  That’s okay.  The house where you reside is not your temple.  Your temple is your body, and your mind is the tabernacle.  Protect the tabernacle as if your life depended on it.

You know, your own thoughts are probably your worst enemy.  You base them on what other people say.  Don’t give a fuck about what other people say.  I am your god and your guide, not them.  You can listen to them and take in the ideas that are in agreement with your higher purpose, but don’t take in everything.  Most of what people say is bullshit anyway.  You don’t need their shit.

Keep your mind clean and clear and receptive to the one who wants to transform you into a celestial man.

Protect our intimacy.  Your long-term life depends on it.”

Your Pet

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This is you.  This photo represents the whole you.  The woman in the picture symbolizes your soul and the man symbolizes your physical body.

Your soul is the real you.  It is an immortal free spirit.  Your physical body is the pet that was assigned to you by God.  It is mortal.  The Creator wants to see how responsible your spirit is, if you are willing and able to take care of a living buddy.  Before giving you a permanent ethereal body, God is testing you to see if you are trustworthy towards living creatures.

So the purpose of your life on earth is pretty simple:  to take care of your pet, your body, with its physical, intellectual, emotional and spiritual needs.  If you succeed, you will pass the test and be granted a permanent glorified body, after your temporary earth pet dies.

You fail the test if you kill your pet (suicide), if you kill someone else’s pet (murder), or if your pet becomes your god (idolatry).

You see, spirituality is exciting, fun and very simple.  Just accept the fact that you are a spirit in charge of a pet and everything will fall into place.

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This is what I am inspired to write this morning, thanks to David who first gave me the idea last month when I read his blogpost entitled You Are Not a Physical Body, in which he states:  “Your body is your pet, it is not you.”  Thanks David.

Railroad Tracks

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Walking an unknown railroad track
Wishing a train would run me flat
I am repulsive and ugly
Even they avoid hitting me

My father… he’s in paradise
My mother… died rolling the dice
I have no family
This is my destiny

I’m only ten and a half
No one wants my autograph
Who would work on my behalf
Please read the next paragraph

Every night I ask Mary
If she wants to come get me
Tonight on my bed of rock
I’ll ask her to stop the clock

Next they’ll find my body
Cold, wet and cobwebby
But I will be happy
Pretty soon hopefully

Right now I walk the railroad track
Wishing a train would run me flat
I am repugnant and ugly
Even they avoid touching me

Breakup Letter

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Dear Mary,

I have some good news and some bad news.  The bad news is that I have to break up with you.  The good news…  I will tell you later.

I’m sorry.  Something unexpected happened.  I fell in love with someone else.  I’m going to try to explain.  This is why I’m writing this letter.  I hope that I can find the words and that you will understand.

The person I am in love with is very special.  I have never met anyone like her before.  I didn’t even know that such a person could exist.  You don’t know her, by the way.  She is not from here.  I mean, she is REALLY not from here at all.  She is from…

I hesitate to tell you because you are not going to believe me.  But I will tell you anyway since I have promised to always be open and honest with you.  I don’t know the name of the place where she comes from, but I know one thing.  She does not come from Earth.

I say “she” but this person could as well be a “he”.  I’m just trying to make it less shocking to you, so I will continue to refer to this person as a “she”.  She is not from this planet but it doesn’t mean that she is not human.  She is very much a person, not of our race but definitely of our species.  So she is an alien, but only in the sense that she originated somewhere else.

She came into my life a few years ago when I least expected it.  I was not looking for anyone, I was very much dedicated to you.  But when I met her, she showed me (proved to me) that she and I were destined to be together for the rest of eternity.  So, I didn’t have much choice.  At first I didn’t believe her, but after a while I realized that she was right and that it was time for me, for us, to move forward.

Now the good news:  the girl I am in love with has a brother whom you are destined to meet sooner or later.  That’s right, believe it or not.  When you meet him you will fall in love with him.  What happened to me is going to happen to you too.  You won’t be disappointed, these people are out-of-this-world!

So right now I have to break up with you.  My destiny has changed and yours will change too.  Don’t despair because eventually this will be for the best for both of us.  It might feel like an end but this is a new beginning.  I am leaving you but we will meet again on the other side — where I will be married to my soul and you will be married to yours.

Daemon