At one end of the Ballroom, you’ll note a small closet, within which is tucked a skeleton. How proverbial is that? Can you think of another word for “Thesaurus”? What if there were no rhetorical questions? If a cat and a banana traveled East on a train from Chicago to New York at an average of 90 mph in a stiff wind, how many chickens were left at the end of the run?
And that’s the kind of polite chatter you’d be likely to expect from the Washington crowd, most of whom are lawyers without a practice. You can’t come across a band of worse thugs than that, and when they get together, it’s called “Congress” — aptly named, I think, for the kind of thing they do to the country.
The Ballroom is very valuable as a venue for speakers, poets, protest songsters and theater and dance presentations, all of which are Spiritual Enlightenment Technology directed at the leader and leadership of this once-great nation.
If you didn’t used to be, but now you are ashamed to be an American, it’s time to take some positive action, and this is it. Get into the Ashram and start pushing those vibes out at the Washington politicians who aren’t listening on any other level. Continue reading →
Just holding or carrying a meteorite — even a small one — around has an effect on the carrier or wearer; quite a profound one. It influences the DNA, sometimes in a remarkable way that is observable by friends and family, much to the good.
The right kind of meteorite can create change in the Spiritual DNA, causing a subtle re-arrangement of the instructions to allow a super-charged spiritual awakening. This is why you like to visit museums, observatories and planetariums — or is it planetaria?
Some folks who received an Awakening Call did so through the action and influence of a nearby meteorite.
The most effective are the NWA, North-West Africa stony chondrites that stand out starkly against the whiteness of the surrounding rock and sand, much as they are found quite easily in the ice-pack of Antarctica, where the most famous meteorite of all was found — the Martian meteorite that appeared to contain microbial fossils.
Of course there’s life everywhere in the galaxy, and in fact in every galaxy there are billions of inhabitable planets, most of which spawn life that is very similar to life on Earth, not all of which build and use radios — intelligent species tend to be telepathic. Continue reading →
That’s us, in the photo above, just before we respawned to build and operate the Golden Lion in San Francisco from 1922-1939. I respawned in 1941 to attend this party. Here, below, is the script for the Fifth Wave Quantum Distortion Demonstration:
What’sa matter? Are you stuck in time? Do you belong to another time and place? Is your world cold, empty and futile? Well, fret no more, bunky, help is on the way. Thanks to several advancements in science that have already been leaked to the public, I am at last able to make my “Wayback Machine” Voyages into the far distant past and into an unknown future.
STEP INTO THE FUTURE!!! STEP INTO THE PAST!!!
Step aboard the FIFTH WAVE QUANTUM DISTORTION DEVICE and take a journey into time and space, into the past and into the future. See for yourself the world of the Future!!!
Let’s take a LIFE-REPAIRING SPIRITUAL HEALING Time-Travel Expedition right now, this very minute, but before we embark on our journey into time, we ought to have a little spending money, right? (PICKS UP DOWSING RODS, SHOWS BOXES & GOLD SAMPLE.) Continue reading →
If you were wondering what ever became of gorebagg, here’s what’s happening: I’m in the middle of writing a book that you can read as I write it, almost hour-by-hour, which, if you’re a creative writing student, you’ll appreciate doublefold.
At the same time, I’m separating family photos that I won’t be using for my own book, and I’m making them available for the upcoming Parallel Life Survey Workshop.
Originally, I had intended that you would use your own photos, and we will indeed be using them, but using my prepared photos is far superior, for several reasons.
Everyone will use the same photos in the same sequence or order. You may not rearrange them to suit yourself or anyone else. Leave them in the ordination in which they come to you and are numbered, 1 to 100. Continue reading →
In exactly six months, we’ll be saying “Merry Christmas”, “Happy Chanukah”, “Dig Infinity”, or the various equivalents so popular among humans of Planet Earth (it’s actually a moon, but who’s counting). We’re already halfway through the year, but it feels like only a few weeks since last Christmas, right?? Like I warned ya at the beginning of 2014, I’ve clipped some of the superfluous days out of the year, so it’d go faster. You’ve undoubtedly noticed a few discrepancies in mysteriously missing “days” of the week, and noted perhaps that I’ve lengthened the hours while shortening the number of days in the month. It’s not just to get Space Buddhaa back here faster, honest, although that’s part of the plan; I only clipped the days that would have sucked had they happened, anyway. I hope you appreciate the shortened year, and we’ll have a regular one next year, I promise. My whole purpose in re-writing the .ini file (I never mess with the .exe) to shorten the year was to demonstrate exactly how uniquely subjective time really is, and that videogame technology works quite well in an ordered universe like this one. Say, by the time we’re at the New Year, you should have a good grasp on Thursdays!
Pictured above, you’ll note my personal favorite CQR amulet, the Quantum Witch. There’s a lot to it, and it’s a bitch to make — squeezing the electrolytic capacitor into the crystals is just about impossible, and the double-inductance wire-wound coil is outrageously tough to produce, but there it is, ceramic nc foil & all. Most amazing thing about this particular ammy is that it’s quite useful, although all the ammies WILL work in this function, for IDR research.
“What, exactly, is IDR Research?”, you ask. IDR=Inter-Dimensional Radio. “Never heard of it,” you respond, quite rightly, because those working in this area really don’t want you to know about it. As a matter of fact, they’ll tell you that you’re crazy to think that such a thing is going on, right under the noses of the Popular Masses, meaning us.
The Big Guys in Washington and Moscow actually WANT you to think that UFOs are piloted by interstellar greenies with teensy antennae waving about their big bald heads.