Within My Cocoon

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Something weird happens when I go inside my cocoon.  It’s like I become two.  My double appears.  But he doesn’t appear physically.  His presence appears.  I become aware of myself as if myself was another person.  So “I” become aware of “myself.”

You see?  We are two:  I and myself.

I become aware of myself when inside the cocoon.  Very bizarre.  And then what happens next?  “I” talk to “myself.”  Or is it myself who talks to I?  Is there even a difference between myself and I?  The two seem to be the same and they are interchangeable.

It’s as if I had a twin.  But this only happens inside the cocoon.  When you look at the cocoon from the outside, there is only one person, not two.  Why is it like this?

I don’t know about you, but it seems to me that this is how the metamorphosis happens.  The dialogue that goes on between myself and I provokes a change!  A change of Self, which is a change of awareness or consciousness.  A growth.  A metaphysical growth.

This might sound very complicated and esoteric but it’s really quite simple.

Metaphysical simply means immaterial, supersensual, not physical (or more properly, “beyond” that which is physical).

Supersensual means beyond the range of what is perceptible by the senses; not belonging to the experienceable physical world.  My dictionary gives a sentence using the word supersensual, which is:  Heaven is a supersensual realm.

Really?  Heaven is a supersensual realm?  Ok, but then so is hell.

So what am I saying?  Where am I going with this train of thought?

Let’s recap.

When my attention turns within, inside my cocoon, my invisible twin appears.  Then we talk to each other, but from the outside it appears that I am talking to myself (crazy person).  The others do not know that I am talking to my double.  The dialogue that goes on between me and my double, especially when written, puts things into place, like building blocks.  This process produces a metaphysical change or a metamorphosis.  It’s the process of building my non-physical reality which we sometimes call heaven or hell.

This thing I do is really important because it determines whether my present and future life will be joyous or desperate, painless or painful, happy or unhappy.

So here’s my conclusion.  Heaven and hell are not rewards or punishments given by some exterior God, they are the result of what I have built for myself while I was inside my cocoon.

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.

Sacred Reflection

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Everything in me was dead
But a small glitter of hope
A golden thought in my head

For three years I pleaded
Begged to be delivered
Wretched corpse disfigured

The fourth year I woke up
Looked at my condition
Then my eyes opened up

The living creature I saw
Was a flying persona
Outstanding beauty so raw

Angel, bird or picture
Some kind of reflection
A mirrored encounter

I saluted her
Then asked who she was
This was her answer:

I am your spirit
Your very own soul
A thought you have built

Surprised to see me
I’m simply yourself
Reflectivity

You find me so pleasing
It’s because you are clean
I project your own musing

Forget the old body
Commingle with me
I’m the part that is free

You’re the part that is stuck
Who lives in a rut
Now you’re meeting your luck

This is all that she said
Is she sick in the head
Will I lift up instead

I accepted her version
Shyly merged with the virgin
Became Lord in my Heaven

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Illustration by Sakimichan
Text by me

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.

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.