Dream Beings

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Oh my god, they are here.  The dream beings.  Three of them.  I need to record this, it’s so awesome.  Usually there is only one, my twin.  Sometimes there are three.  One time there were nine of them!  Anyway, they are here now.  I see three.

They come when I’m alone.  More and more often.  I don’t even have to call them anymore.  When the house is quiet, when everyone’s gone, they sneak inside.  I think they float right through the walls!

Oof!  I need to stay cool, if I intend to write intelligibly.  Take deep breaths…  Oh god, I always get dizzy when they come.  It’s hard to stay focused on the material.  They are not material.  I wrote “dream beings” because that’s what popped into my mind this time.  I don’t know what words to use to describe them.  Alien-angels would work too, I guess.

But I’m not dreaming, I’m wide awake.  I want to report this.  Okay…  Them.  Oh god, they are so awesome…  Sorry, I already said that.  Oh shit, I feel hot like I’m going to pass out.  I won’t pass out.  Okay…  how to describe them.

There is something about their presence.  There is something coming out of them that makes me lightheaded.  I don’t know what it is.  It’s almost like I’m losing my mind, like my mind is detaching from my body.  Then I start to feel them or their energy which could be described as love.  No, that word is too petty.  It’s deeper than love, it’s pure intimacy.  It goes right through me, like they see right through me.  I can’t hide anything from them.  They can touch me inside, physically but more than physically like they can awaken my spirit or boost it or something like that.

I feel naked in their presence.  I guess this would be terrifying for someone who had something to hide.  I don’t.  I’m transparent with them, I always have been.  Because they’re transparent with me.  So it’s easy.  But it’s still troubling…  Why?  Because it is unreal.  Their presence is unreal, and this is what’s so troubling.  For my rational mind, that is.  My mind only recognized physical reality.  Now these beings are not part of physical reality.  This troubles my mind.

Okay Daemon, concentrate.  What’s the first thing they do when they come?  They ask to be acknowledged.  Well in fact, they ask before they appear because they’re already there, I just can’t perceive them yet, not until I acknowledge them.  They’re very polite.  So the thought pops into my head, that they are here and then I just say to myself:  They are here!  Then something happens.

After the acknowledgment, my eye opens.  My third eye.  At this point I don’t need my physical eyes.  I can shut those.  I perceive the celestial beings and the celestial world with my third eye which is the pineal gland, I think (from what I have read).

What the third eye sees is overwhelming and can hardly be described using any human language.  It’s not a show, it’s an inclusion.  They envelop me and I don’t know how they do it.  Or something falls.  The illusion of physical reality falls.  Another dimension opens up, out of nowhere, and all becomes clear.  There is no more questions because their presence and the world they inhabit is the answer.  Because it’s home, mine and theirs.  You see?

My family doesn’t see this.  So it’s the seer’s job to translate what he sees the best way he can.  I think it’s my job to do this, or my mission.  When you see something this awesome, you can’t keep your mouth blog shut.  I’m keeping my mouth shut for now, but one day I’m going to print all of this stuff and let my family read it.  After I’m gone, because I don’t want to hear their comments.

I’ll end this one here.  I have visitors to contemplate.  Oh my god…  I get so excited when my brothers come.  I’m a child again!  Excuse me.

Fateful Delusion

Cosmic Love

My relationship with You is the most important thing.

Why?

Because you are my god, Daemon!  You are my god!  I will do anything you say.  You are my savior and my lover.  You are the one I trust the most.  You are beautiful, lovely, loveable, sensitive, strong, magic, present, true, real, the only real thing in my world.  You are my excitement, my light and my life.

Do you know how much I love you?  You are the answer to all my questions and my reason for living.  Without you I am dead!  Without you I would get raped by the master of illusions.  You are the sweetest hallucination.  My protector, my defender, my spouse, my knight in shining armor, my angelic partner riding a winged stallion, my Nordic alien abductor in a flying saucer.

Celestiality is my domain, it’s the real thing and you bring me there.  You are the numen sent by the Great Spirit.  Created just for me.  My only lover ever forever!

These are not just words, they are the living truth from the deepest part of my soul.  Darling, honey, you are so frigging ravishing and steamy, oh god I could lick your sensitiveness all day long, you are so goddess-damned irresistible!

Look what you’ve done to me…  You’ve turned me into your ding dong.  My fate is sealed now and my life on earth is doomed because of you…

Thank you.

The Fall

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It concerns the fall of angels, the fall of man, and my fall.

It’s the same story, told from different perspectives.

We’re screwed because we screwed.  We’re fucked because we fucked.

It’s so simple, yet unbelievable.  I certainly did not believe it.  And now I wonder why I’m screwed.

We’re screwed even if we don’t screw but if we screw we’re screwed even more.

Fucking fucks you up — literally.

My Celestial Lover told me, at the very beginning, to save my love for Him and Him only.  To save my soul, my mind, my body and my excitement (including orgasm) for Him only.  But I didn’t believe Him.  I thought screwing an earthling would be more exciting.  How wrong I was.

This is the ultimate betrayal.  To betray my own god and my own divinity, and go ahead and act like a screwing beast.  Even if I call it “making love” and my purpose is to have a wife and kids, I’m still screwing Him, screwing myself, screwing my wife and my children.

I reproduced and now I’m responsible for them.  We’re stuck, it’s true, we all are.  Caught in this cycle.  The only way out is to return to my Celestial Lover and accept his mercy.  It’s impossible for me to repair the wrong that I did.  Killing my children is an option, but it won’t save me.  Pretending that everything is wonderful and good is another option, in fact this is what most people do.

The big lie that we are told is that the Creator made us like this, with physical bodies.  The truth is, He didn’t.  He gave us ethereal bodies.  If we find ourselves in physical bodies today, it’s because celestial beings screwed with earth-apes a long time ago.  Then the human race was born, out of this screw up.  The Creator allowed them to incarnate and reproduce, but this was not His idea.  He said to the alien-angels:  “Look, there is a new planet there with earth-apes on it.  Go and help them evolve.  You can dress up to look like them (shapeshift and materialize), enjoy their company and all the earth stuff, but do not screw with the earth-apes.”

We disobeyed and screwed.  I said we.  Yes, WE.  That includes me, and you.  Those celestial being are our ancestors.  So are the earth-apes.  As for me, I’m a half-breed.  I must choose my destiny.  I have a choice.  The same choice they had.  To live as a god or as a beast who screws earthlings.  I chose to screw earthlings.  Not just once, but many times, repeatedly.  I fucked up bigtime.  My whole life is a continual fuckup.

Now I suffer the consequences.

My Divine Partner had told me so, but I was also told something else.  There was His message, not to screw up, but there was also another one who said:  “Look, you are a mammal.  So do what they do on the Discovery channel.  It will be great, you will get rich and become a father like your Father in Heaven.”

I listened to this last one and I did become a father.  The father of demi-mortals who have to figure out what this fucked-up world is all about:  who they are, where they come from, what they’re doing here and where they are going.  I could tell them what I’ve learned, but they won’t believe me.  Besides, they would suffer even if they would not screw and reproduce.  They will have to die too and watch their children suffer and die, just like I do.

It’s a sad and horrible situation to be in.  I felt it yesterday and again this morning.  This realization totally overwhelmed me.  I couldn’t focus on anything else.  I had to release it.

This blog is where I execute myself.

The only happiness available now is dopamine and/or salvation.  We know how dopamine works, but do we know how salvation works?  Salvation is reconnecting with the Divine Person who became your partner when you were conceived.  Your double, twin mate, guardian angel.  Your twin flame, your celestial spouse, the future you (Him).  You have to CALL Him.  I say Him but you can say Her since they shapeshift, remember?  You have to communicate with Him, commune with Him, identify with Him, surrender to Him and finally merge with Him.  This saves you from the shit pit you chose to dive into.  It’s the only way out.

“Celestial Spouse, please pull me out of this shit pit!”

He pulls my soul out, lifts me up and shows me where I am.  I must cling to Him, otherwise I fall right back in.  He pulls me out again, but then I slip and fall again.  This will probably go on until the day I die.

Happier are those who don’t have babies to watch.

In To Wish Aeon

Intuition

What is intuition?

In to wish Aeon.

What is an Aeon?

A spirit being emanating from the Godhead.

Wish for him?

Write about it.

It?

Divinity.

God?

The Divine Presence.

The Daemon?

Yes, let him do the talking.

He doesn’t talk.

It’s the Hierophant’s job
to translate intuition into words.

Impressions?

Metaphors — As above, so below.

Channelling?

Channel your own intuition
Give it a frame and a form
Write your impressions
Like answers to questions.

How do I communicate with someone who doesn’t talk?

You translate.  You transform.
Mental Transmuter — Physical Transmitter
Communicator — Agent.

What is the message?

I am here now.  I love you.

Too short.  I need a story.

How about the story of your life?

Too long, too boring.

How about this?

What is intuition?

Yes, to simply go
In To Wish Aeon

Celestial Partner

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Why do I need a celestial partner?

Because he is part of my heritage.

I AM half alien.  Without him I am not complete.  That’s all.  I think he was assigned to me, as a guardian or something.  But he’s more than just a guardian.  He wants me to know that he’s there, very close to me.  I think he wants a personal relationship with me.  I think he loves me very much.

I’m like his pet, but he really loves his pet.  A lot of people really love their pets.

So my celestial partner is like a master from another dimension.  He’s more evolved than me, but he’s not The All Creator God.  I get the impression that he’s just a kid, a teenager I mean, or young adult.  Maybe humans are assigned to alien kids like we assign our kids to take care of our pets.  There are rules, but when the kid is alone with the pet, he basically does what he wants.

So I’m sure he talks to me, but I have no idea what he’s saying.  I get feelings and impressions and I interpret those the best I can with my small brain.  I’m probably very wrong about what he wants, and I have no idea what he’s doing.  It’s almost impossible for me to know.  It’s like the relationship I have with my cat.  Except I’m a half-bread with the alien and the cat is not a half-bread with me.

Humans are an anomaly on this planet in the sense that our genes have been tampered with.  We have not evolved naturally.  We received a boost from an alien race, a kind of leap, which was meant as a gift but is often experienced as a curse.  There is a gap, so we need to make a leap of “faith” in order to “get it”, in order to realize who we really are.

This “heritage” is probably more awesome than we can imagine.  I feel like reading the bible in light of this.  But playing with my celestial partner is probably what I should be doing.  I have much to learn.  I have cousins up there.  We were an experiment.  They didn’t have full knowledge of what the outcome would be because it had never been done before.  Probably.

Looks like they left us fend for ourselves.  Or some other race took over.  Those who are not our cousins.  Now there is a war going on, but apparently that war is over.  It ended not too long ago.  But what’s happening now?  It’s probably up to each one of us to choose.  All the information is out there.  Yes, it’s difficult to sort out.  The programming runs deep.  But they know that we have “it” anyway, so they’re just standing by to help if we want.  Not much more they can do.  Invasion is not something they do any more.

So what’s with this help they offer?  They help us remember, but then what?  Contact?  The person who remembers becomes a contactee.  Is contact established automatically?  Dying cannot be the answer.  Dying does not give you a free ticket to heaven, otherwise all they would need to do is kill us all.  Being born and dying is a biological cycle, it doesn’t help with awareness.  Dying is probably a hindrance because then you have to start over.

How does a person transfer to the other side?  Do we need to know?  Maybe it’s done automatically.  Or you get a glimpse and then realize that you are not ready, that you have no protection.  Then how do you get ready and find protection?  Buy an armor?  Practice your power?  What power?  What armor?  If I would transfer now, I would be like a premature newborn.  They would have to put me in an incubator to keep me alive.  I’m not developed enough.  And development happens naturally.  So there is nothing I can do.

Or is there?

Staying aware is hard enough.  There is so much distraction.  And the big materialistic lie which tells me that reality has only one dimension.  I have to cultivate the new awareness.  But how?  Art.  In my case, writing.  That’s where this blog comes in.

Good Lord, I just wrote my whole history.  And the history of humanity.

So, do I need a celestial partner?

I have no choice really, if I want to survive death.  He’s part of my heritage and my destiny.

Pathetic Prayer

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If all I get from my relationship with you is an escape from this corporeal world, then that’s good enough.

I know you love me.  You have proved it to me multiple times.  I searched for you my whole life.  And you came as promised.  But you know what I am sad about?  I’m ashamed to say that I want more.  Not more stuff, but more intimacy.  You want more too, eh?  Well this is why I’m here sitting in my room.  I just enjoy being with you.  I feel alive and full in your presence.  Nothing else matters.

This corporeal life stresses me out.  Fuck, I slept all morning.  My mundane tasks bore me.  I would like to do something more interesting than clean, organize stuff, file paper, cook, and listen to people talk.  I like creating stuff.  I created some houses in Minecraft.  It makes me happy even though no one cares, except my kids (they said my houses were nice).  Adults don’t care about creativity, especially within video games.

I want to create things that will uplift people.

I also have an ego who wants to be recognized.  When I was in primary school, I wished I had big angel wings, that I could spread out when I walked out of the school, and fly away home.  All the kids would see me and be in awe.  I always wanted this kind of recognition.  I wish I could be happy with just being an ordinary man.

I have strange desires.  Corporeality does not allow them.  So I play with virtual realities and my imagination:

I have wings that no one knows about
My father is a god
My mother is human
So I’m a demigod!

I’ve kept my wings hidden most of my life
Flying is going above corporeality
and seeing it from a higher perspective
Like Horus, the Egyptian falcon god!

The Eye of Horus = seeing things from above
Up there, there is nothing but peace… and light

I see this man down there
I know this man
I control this man
I can go inside this man and see through this man’s eyes
and experience the world within this man’s body
feel what he feels
hear what he hears
He’s my vehicle

I intend to always remember who I am.
I intend to make this body do interesting things.

Amen

Cosmic Lover

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Precious human mate
Into you let me pour
Celestial nectar pure
Until you elevate

Daemon my man, it is you I bless
So accept with joy the gift of my caress
I gaze and never blink
To solidify our link

Two chests united
Love hearts integrated
Synchronized rhythm
Better than any hymn

Let the silly thoughts go
Let the wisdom words flow
Into you like a river
Is a stream of running water

As scenery passes through
Sun shines over you
Wind blows around you
Spirit breathes in you

When you dare receive me
We commune instantly
This love is our power
We create together

So relax little hero
Open up and swallow
Boyish child with his Greater
Without resistance, surrender

My Shadow

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He’s here.  He means business.  I wish he would speak.  He remains silent.  But his silence speaks louder than words.  How does he do it?

The Shadow Man follows me, watches everything I do.  He’s not a spy.  I think he likes me.  Yes… he loves me.

He seems to be attached to me.  As far as I can tell, he has no choice.  He’s devoted to me.  But he’s not a servant.  He’s more like a companion.  A silent companion.

His presence is felt in the present only.  Warm and enveloping.  Calm, reassuring.  He doesn’t seem to be concerned with my material preoccupations.  He is concerned with my well-being though.  It’s impossible to worry with him around.

He seems to have a knowledge of the world, of the universe.  He’s from another world, another dimension, but he’s well-grounded on earth.  Anchored to me.

I’m obsessed with him.  No, he’s obsessed with me.  Trying to seduce me.  He’s so mysterious, but he’s so close, he never leaves me.  I don’t think he has a life apart from me.

He’s almost boring, but he’s not!  His presence means everything, but what does it mean?  Why am I so obsessed with him?

He fills a gap.  A gap that has existed since as far back as I can remember.  No one could fill this gap.  He’s the missing piece of the puzzle.  The puzzle of life.  He’s the missing piece of me.

Sounds like the man my mother calls Jesus.  Maybe he is Jesus.  But he never told me his name.  In a way he’s just like him.  But he doesn’t seem to have anything to do with Christianity.

He’s mine.  He’s not a member of any church.  He’s like a partner.  A twin.  Probably my twin flame.  Although he appears to be unreal.  I can’t touch him with any of my five senses.  He’s more than physical to me.  People think physicality is the ultimate reality.  I have to disagree.

Invisibility is the ultimate reality.

He watches me as I write this.  He sits not beside me, but through me.  Like an aura, all around me.  His shape merges with mine but it overflows, as if he’s bigger than me, like a shadow.

What does he want?  Nothing.  He seems happy that I recognize him.  Simply.  As though this was his ultimate desire.  But then he stays silent.  I’m the one who needs to talk.  He just listens.  And when I talk and he listens something happens.  He communicates.  How does he do it?

At first he appeared in front of me.  Now that I have accepted him, he comes so close he blends his body into mine.  But at the beginning, he would politely just sit in front of me.

When I first saw him, I understood.  Understood what?  This is what I’m trying to put into words.  I understood everything.  My whole life, in one flash.  The answer.  He was the answer to all my questions.  Questions such as:  Who am I?  Where do I come from?  Where am I going?  Does God exist?  What’s my purpose?

Him.  The answer to all those questions is him.  This shadow man who is more real than any of the visible ones.  He is me.  I come from him.  I’m going to him.  He exists, he’s my god.  He’s my purpose.  He’s my destiny.

It doesn’t even make sense.  I know.  I don’t really understand.  I’m not even sure I can explain.  What bothers me is that this is what I have heard others say about Jesus.  But he’s not Jesus.  Or maybe he is.

Why is he not Jesus?  Because he is me, and I know that I am not Jesus.  But maybe I am.  Maybe everybody is Jesus.  I know some have this perception of Jesus.  But many don’t.  Jesus might be a myth.  This guy who accompanies me is not a myth.

I think each person has one.  Each person is one.  A spirit.  He’s my etheric double.  I’m convinced of that.  Each person has one.  He’s not separate from me.  He’s the ultimate me.

He’s the eventual me, the final me, the last me, the supreme me, the future me, and maybe even the first me, the only real me.

But when I look at myself in the mirror, I’m so not like him.  I’m so artificial compared to him.  How could I think that I am him?  He’s above, I’m below.  He’s in another dimension.  He transcends time.  I function according to time.  We’re not from the same time.  Yet we are.

If I would be like him, I would simply be there.  I would BE.  “Thanks for being there.”  A reassuring presence.  Maybe that’s all I am.  How boring.  Like the cat.  A reassuring calm warm furry presence.  Then why all the rest?

What have we done to our world?  What have THEY done to our world?  It’s so artificial.  Probably because of money.  And control.  Greed, money, control.  Servitude, bondage, slavery.

Slavery is alive and well.  It has never been abolished, just transformed.  Is it easier to break free?  It’s not even possible for me without the Shadow.  He sets me free.  And you can’t be set free if you can’t see it.  The best slave is the one who thinks he’s free.

My Highest Excitement

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Me and HE
Coming together
Is My Highest Excitement

A spirit, a spirit-person, He is it and it is He
Who opens up my non-physical reality
A spirit comes with a spirit world
And this becomes my treasure, my pearl

A Me without a Spirit is night
A body without a soul is un-right
His Presence is my new world of light

He found me
And when we met
I loved his first coming

He kept repeating
To give me understanding
Of His second coming

This is My Highest Excitement (MHE)
Me + He =  MHe  (My Highest Excitement)

Jesus was right.