Greece 4

We need you for the war! We still need you for the awakening! You signed on for this. You knew the terms and conditions. 

Yes, I sigh, in a sort of resignation. This deal is a ball and chain, no offense. Tell me about the attacks, about the hyper-sensitivity that nearly drove me off the cliff. I'm no coward but there are limits to what my mind can handle. I'm of no use to the war effort when psychologically and spiritually burnt out.

Ever the dramatist, the drama queen!

Their laughter is like a spring, a waterfall. As always they seem good-natured and yet detached. Lacking physical vessels of course. How can you tell? 

You are important for the war, for the war on consciousness!

You walk among humans as a servant of the light. A lighthouse. You work as an antagonist for the shadow of man, yes that means you are always under some form of attack. See it as proof of your radiance!

Where is your sincere desire for ultimate freedom gone?

To once and for all transcend the wheel of death and rebirth?

Yes, you are needed for the war, for the great awakening, yet you do this for your own redemption.

Can you reconnect to that calling. That mission?  

This is starting to sound like a distorted Ayahuasca ceremony guys. I'm caught up in this grand duality play and I want out. The whole thing seems frightfully futile and yet here I am getting asked to go back into the play and put on a good show, be a good sport. I want out!

Take me back to the island. I need to stay in Greece. 

You are karmically bound to the fate of the earth. You are a generator of the new. Going through with your plan will only tighten the grip of your fate. If you succumb to this victim-hood you will lose your lead, lose your way, lose your ticket to play. Lather, rinse and repeat dear friend.  

My plan. My fate. This was not going well. The past was seeping in again. The pain. The trauma. Wake up! Wake up!

Greece 2

 A hawk flew over me as I lay there, alone on the deserted beach, hovering in the air, my anima. It's a good omen for me, I've always thought that, ever since i was a child. Any bird of prey that appears is a good omen.

Wandering through the pine groves, how can I keep from singing? I'm not actually singing as I walk but my body is singing from the hike.

The mountain is silent in the midday sun. The trees have their own song and I'm listening now. The heat is really getting to me, I'm sweating profusely but my mission is to reach the chapel, the white unblemished chapel. 

I'm not thinking as I climb higher and higher, its steep but I'm on a strange pilgrimage to the little chapel. No pain, no thoughts. The sea is disappearing from sight below me. The essential oils of pine and thyme are rich and heady in the air. My body is singing and sweating as I climb. I'm on a pilgrimage. I have to get to that holy place.

My breath is heaving, sweat is pouring out of me as I get slowly closer. This could be dangerous, there is no one for miles around, no one knows I'm here. The heat shimmers in the air around the rocks, a lizard scuttles off the path where I set my feet. The hawk is nowhere to be seen now, there are no birds, the white walls of the chapel can be seen up ahead.

The church is not particularly pretty, I have been to a few already on the island. This one is small and hidden away high on the mountainside, secluded by stately pine trees, the path up to the courtyard is paved. The stone is worn down by the years, slated by the seasons, by the salt carried in on the wind. 

Who knows when last anyone visited this sacred place. I open the blue door and the air inside is old and stale but the light falling in through the window illuminates the far wall of icons. There are various portraits of the saints, Jesus and Mary, just like in any other Greek church but there is something different about this one. 

I practically collapse onto the stone floor from exhaustion. I made it. The silence of the place is disturbed by my labouring breath, I need to regain my composure. A soft breeze flows in through the open door, cooling me somewhat. I lye there on the chapel floor, the saints are watching me from the walls but they are not judging me. 

I sit up, the place is only a couple square metres wide. Simple chapel, made with dedication, plain upholstery, no glamour and yet there is an ambiance pure, true, honest. It fills me with respect which startles me, I rarely feel a reverence such as this and I start to pray, kneeled on the floor. 

I pray for my family, I pray for my friends. I beseech the icons to watch over them. I thank the saints for the life I have lived, I thank them for the consolidation. Here where i am no longer mystical. Here where I am no longer clairvoyant. Here I pray silently and in earnest because I feel I must. 

I do not pray about the many years, I do not pray about the pain. I do not question my fate. Then I just sit there, alone in the remote chapel, alone on the remote island. 

For a moment I hope to die there. Its been a long time since I thought about death. There was a time when an ending was always on my mind. I want to die there on the floor of the tiny church in the arms of the icons, in the arms of the Mother Mary. I want to die for the love that is lost though its not a bitter or wretched feeling at all. Just a kind of surrender. 

You get billed for awakening

Life has a price-tag

You get billed for awakening

Trying to explain that

Evil is entropic

Polarity integration

Is its own reward

Save you a lot of tears

Tares in the aura

One doesn't exit the matrix easily

Its a debtors prison

You're all ears now

Just as I get to the part about consent

Greece 1

 I'm ordering my takeaway at the street bar, one pita gyros and a Greek salad, the young guy recognizes me from earlier in the week and the older guy comes over and pats me on the arm, just for a moment his hand gently squeezes my shoulder. He smiles affectionately at me but it's as if I'm the stranger who you can't place in that scene. The stranger who you want to be close to but know you cannot. I'm touched by his gesture somehow. 

The younger guy asks whether I need a fork while a woman, probably the mother throws a salad together and I ask for two forks even though I am alone. I could have had a girlfriend waiting at the hotel, the salad could be for her. I don't know why I would want to give that impression and to be honest I don't. I'm not embarrassed to be on the island by myself. The woman asks her son if I want a lot of olive oil on my salad and if I want crushed oregano. Just a bit please, I say it twice for both condiments. 

I'm standing there on the street waiting for my food, smoking a cigarette and I glance around cautiously for an ashtray but there is none. A middle-aged Greek sitting at the bar has been watching me. You can just put your cigarette out on the street he motions. See nobody cares! I laugh self consciously and stub it out by my feet. The moments there stick in my mind as I walk back up the streets to the hotel with my meal in my hand. The evening is setting in.

While eating on the balcony, I look up at the stars, I'm trying to make out the constellations. The big dipper is the only one I recognise. I'm reminded of Germany, laying out in the field at night with my sister and her then husband. My sister always calls it: the saucepan. Suddenly I'm determined to learn the other constellations, that is to spot them. I look on my phone and recognize the names, Draco, Cassiopeia, Orion, but there is too much light pollution even from this small village around me. I keep leaning out peering up at the night sky, then checking my phone but I give up after a while. Not as clear as in South Germany here. 

I'm strangely not philosophical, not mystical as I used to be. I'm not intimidated or even intrigued by the vastness of life. Not questioning my purpose or 'soul searching', that term makes me cringe a little. I feel consolidated and calm as I move from moment to moment. Making tea in the evening has become a tiny ritual, I smoke and read and watch some YouTube videos on my phone. 

My home is here now where there is no news, no energy price hikes or warmongering. Just the rituals of my days. I'm immune to the Dutch and Scandinavian tourists, sometimes they stare, sometimes they bustle, they carry some of their country with them. Their grey lives hang on them, linger in their aura's. Fortunately they are few, its mostly just me. 

The girl at the café starts making my decaf frappe as soon as she sees me. Just a hello is enough now whether in the morning or afternoon. It's like clockwork. I'm consolidated. Walking around the semi-deserted bay in the heat of the sun is like a meditation. I'm always immersed in the blue of the sea. I could spend hours going over the pain and trauma of the last few years but I'm untouched by them, I'm not bitter here. I'm pain-free now. I'm long lost. 

I've started to view the vaccinated as a lost cause...

I've noticed that I've started to view the vaccinated as a lost cause. They have made a choice, they are no longer on the fence so to speak. As Magenta would put it: they have chosen regenesis and not ascension. They have lost their ticket to 'New Earth'. They have given themselves over to the 'Great Reset' and can no longer play any meaningful role in the 'Great Awakening' that will overthrow the power elites. 

I have noticed so many changes in the vaccinated. A loss of depth, a loss of soul, a loss of personality, a loss of meaning and purpose. Now more than ever, all seems lost because it has become so difficult to engage them in any meaningful way. Many seem to be only half-living, asleep at the wheel; nobody's home. Many seem to be going through the motions of life, living life as if it were just a programme that's running in the background; not fully animated. How to interface with them? 

As always the truth is not so black and white and actually all is definitely not lost. Although it may be true that they can no longer wake-up spiritually and grow towards ascension in these end times and have made the choice to not inherit the (new) earth, they still have a very important role to play. 

It will most likely not be the minority of awakened and embodied starseeds and truthers that will overthrow the satanic elites although they will instigate this through their anchoring of a higher more expansive truth frequency. It will be the vaccinated masses that will rise up, if they are still alive at that point. 

The vaccinated masses will be so angry and bitter, furious, like cornered animals, they will attack their oppressor and from a purely third dimensional perspective, in a very political-uprising kind of way will want some kind of retribution when confronted by the truth that by that time will be self-evident. 

They were manipulated and coerced, lied to, robbed of their health, their dignity and even their birthright, robbed of their freedom. They will be the movement and the unvaccinated will be somewhere else manifesting 5d or at least connecting with their tribe on their way to a new earth. The cabal will fall and it will be on them, it will be the result of their own work, their own undoing. Evil after all contains the seed of it's own destruction. Their system is entropic after all. 

Will the vaccinated play any further role? 

Well yes, they are the majority and so as this all plays out, they will have a 3d playing field based on an awakening of sorts and there will be healing modalities for them, to purge the disharmonic frequencies and nano-tech from their bodies. The soulless humans, the organic portals may by then no longer be incarnate, we hope, or perhaps they will have moved further into matter, the transhuman route.

The vaccinated have made a choice to remain fully in 3d consciousness, they can still have a great life as we move away from the dark, inverted systems of the old world. They will not experience ascension or multi-dimensional consciousness, at least they have chosen not to at this time. We can still be together, vaccinated and unvaccinated, maybe.

This is just a hypothesis. I need to remain hopeful in the face of so many around me, friends and family included who I have lost a certain connection to. It is very sad and tragic to be able to 'see' the loss of so many. A part of them will never be the same after the jabs. My relationships with them for now; different.

Needs

Other people are doing what they need to do

Because they need to do it

You need to let them get on with it

Without getting triggered

By their projections onto you

Of what they need to do

Maybe closure

These cigarettes burn my throat
A small price for some prose

Lumbered down to the harbour

To get me rain and maybe closure

The mountains loom 

In the curves of the cove

Around these cardboard rooftops

Clouds drape like petticoats

There is still so much beauty

To rattle and creak for days

Sails to accompany me

Gentle beams on placid waves

Then hungry ghosts of seasons past

Clung trembling to the boughs

So I scraped and scrubbed them off 

Like baby barnacles

Another vulture drop

Inspired by this article: https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2022/06/28/marilyn-monroes-poetry/

Another vulture drops out of warp
Landing clumsily

Picks pretentiously at the carcass of

Another moviestar 

Stripped down to the bones

Yet this journalist 

Hones in on one last speck

Gets an article out of it

For a Paris magazine 

spring ambient piano music

Post Theory Science

If this isn’t the game changer we always imagined coming, I don't know what is.

I mean, this is so huge that I don’t think we can quickly get our minds around it, that is, if it is even possible to ever get our minds around it.

I mean, quite literally, this is what we always feared: how can we get our minds around something that doesn’t let us know how its own ‘mind’ is working? That we ourselves can't match or follow?

What do you think? Tell me while we are still capable of understanding each other’s thought process, before (I’m going sci fi here, not real world), independent thinking is no longer allowed.

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2022/jan/09/are-we-witnessing-the-dawn-of-post-theory-science

A.I. lacks intuition and instinct, as stated in the article. Huge flaw imo. The 'sixth' sense cannot be replaced. In other words: A.I. has no heart consciousness or feeling center, hence the drive of the elite's to lock us into their 'metaverse' and their transhumanist future. The plan will fail because the whole point is the human experience. Our souls don't give a rats ass about tech. I'm not saying that there won't be casualties on the timeline, just that trying to replicate the real META (consciousness) with an A.I. version is stupid in the face of true perfection. Imo the setup already suits the purpose (soul growth) perfectly.