“The truth is paradoxical to the extent of being exactly contrary to the usual perception.” – Georges Bataille
Death is an experience that is very personal, and one takes this journey completely on one's own. Alone, after a world of being within spitting distance at all times of another human, this last journey is one that must be taken alone. All of human kind, all living kind, await their turn before the great event which will irrevocably change the direction their soul takes.
It is often said during life, that one must "go toward the light" when they die to reach the eternal reward in heaven, offered by God. That there, at the end of the tunnel, awaits St. Peter, to locate your name in the book of life and allow you admittance to the party in the afterlife. That, along the way, you'll meet up with long dead relatives who will guide you along, perhaps even lead you from the tunnel to heaven and that they are welcoming you to eternal bliss and love and light.
I'm here to let you know that this is an incredible falsehood. This lie conditions the living to accept the inevitable soul trap at the end of life, which recycles their soul into a new body and spits them back into existence. It is the reason this Earth farm continues. It is food for the Archonic beings which created and feed from your energy. You, are food for them.
Your dying mind's energy is intercepted at the moment of passing through the veil and blocked from doing so by a mind, or many minds, but usually a single mind. This mind is not of earth, but a celestial. This celestial will dig through your soul's contents at nanosecond speeds, and find an image most comforting to you to use to get your focus away from what is happening to you, your dying moment, and take charge of the situation by appearing as a lost loved one. Dear old dead daddy, is a favorite.
This archon, while in the guise of dear old dead daddy, will attempt to get your consent to follow them, and "go toward the light." This is the soul trap. Once inside their matrix, you are reprocessed, recycled. Your data (all of your life experiences), are cataloged and categorized. Your spirit (any excess kundalini energy left over in supply) is then consumed. The archons love children's energy, as they possess much more of it than an old man or woman. By 40, much of the glowing envelope of energy surrounding all human beings is so greatly diminished that the archons need it in much greater supply to maintain their diet, and their 'life', although it is not "life" per se but a suspended "unlife" which is dependent upon life energy. Imagine the War Boys from the new Mad Max movie. Or a parasite of any kind experienced here on earth, but if the parasite were not, itself, alive. That is an archon.
The trap set up for your soul at the end of life is the reason the people running this world do not disclose the life extension and cloning technology they have to prolong their soul's existence in this world. They became aware of this trap long ago (watch the film Flatliners) and they understand that the Lords of Light (read this book) exist, and they know what they are doing. They understand that the moment they deny the light, their soul energy slips away to the unknown and unknowable non experience of the dead, and that if they accept the light, that they will be recycled, having to start from scratch as a poor nobody to build their fortune again, without the benefit of remembering who they were and what they did last time around. In the great memory wipe of soul recycling, nothing is left. The industry of "part-time regression therapy" is a minefield of charlatans and snake oil salesmen. This is not possible to determine with any accuracy because while the premise of past lives is real, and true, it cannot be accessed by any human means. That data is wiped clean after being stored in the Akashic record (if you will).
What are your options for death? Take the light path to recycle back into the Archonic matrix.. Or die the real death and experience the unknown and unknowable (to we, the living).
There is a predator awaiting us all. Don Juan, the shaman from Carlos Castenadas "Yaqui Way of Life" described it as a flying shadow. He said that children see it a lot when they are young but that most are too petrified when they do to remember it. That their brains shut it out for the traumatic feelings it presents. Rather like another mythos, that of recent newcomer to the creepy pasta of the world: Slenderman.
Consider the following:
“We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The Predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don’t do so...
Why has this predator taken over in the fashion that you're describing, don Juan?" I asked. "There must be a logical explanation."
"There is an explanation," don Juan replied, "which is the simplest explanation in the world. They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them...
"In order to keep us obedient, meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous maneuver- stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist; a horrendous maneuver from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind which becomes our mind. The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, and filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now...
"I know that even though you have never suffered hunger," he went on, "you have food anxiety which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its maneuver is going to be uncovered, and its food is going to be denied. Through the mind, which after all is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. The predators ensure in this manner a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear...
He explained that sorcerers see infant human beings as strange, luminous balls of energy covered from the top to the bottom with a glowing coat something like a plastic cover that is adjusted tightly over their cocoon of energy. He said that that glowing coat of awareness was what the predators consumed, and that when a human being reached adulthood, all that was left of that glowing coat of awareness was a narrow fringe that went from the ground to the top of the toes. That fringe permitted mankind to continue living, but only barely. As if I were in a dream, I heard don Juan explaining that, to his knowledge, man was the only species that had the glowing coat of awareness outside that luminous cocoon. Therefore, he became easy prey for an awareness of a different order; such as the heavy awareness of the predator.
He then made the most damaging statement he had made so far. He said that this narrow fringe of awareness was the epicenter of self-reflection where man was irremediably caught. By playing on our self-reflection, which is the only point of awareness left to us, the predators create flares of awareness that they proceed to consume in a ruthless, predatory fashion. They give us inane problems that force those flares of awareness to rise, and in this manner they keep us alive in order for them to be fed with the energetic flare of our pseudo-concerns."
('The Active Side of Infinity' by Carlos Castaneda)
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"There's nothing that you and I can do about it," don Juan said in a grave, sad voice. "All we can do is discipline ourselves to the point where they will not touch us...
"The sorcerers of ancient Mexico," he said, "saw the predator. They called it the flyer because it leaps through the air. It is not a pretty sight. It is a big shadow, impenetrably dark, a black shadow that jumps through the air. Then, it lands flat on the ground.
"The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when it made its appearance on Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights and feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays. And then everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man...
"What I'm saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He's an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic...
"This predator," don Juan said, "which, of course, is an inorganic being, is not altogether invisible to us as other inorganic beings are. I think as children we do see it, but we decide it's so horrific that we don't want to think about it. Children, of course, could insist on focusing on the sight, but everybody else around them dissuades them from doing so. The only alternative left for mankind is discipline. Discipline is the only deterrent. But by discipline I don't mean harsh routines. I don't mean waking up every morning at five-thirty and throwing cold water on yourself until you're blue. Sorcerers understand discipline as the capacity to face with serenity odds that are not included in our expectations. For sorcerers, discipline is an art; the art of facing infinity without flinching; not because they are strong and tough, but because they are filled with awe."
"In what way would the sorcerers' discipline be a deterrent to the flyers?" I asked.
Don Juan scrutinized my face as if to discover any signs of my disbelief. He said,"Sorcerers say that discipline makes the glowing coat of awareness unpalatable to the flyer. The result is that the predators become bewildered. An inedible glowing coat of awareness is not part of their cognition, I suppose. After being bewildered, they don't have any recourse other than refraining from continuing their nefarious task. If the predators don't eat our glowing coat of awareness for a while, it will keep on growing.
"Simplifying this matter to the extreme, I can say that sorcerers, by means of their discipline, push the predators away long enough to allow their glowing coat of awareness to grow beyond the level of the toes. Once it goes beyond the level of the toes, it grows back to its natural size. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico used to say that the glowing coat of awareness is like a tree. If it is not pruned, it grows to its natural size and volume. As awareness reaches levels higher than the toes, tremendous maneuvers of perception become a matter of course.
"The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times was to burden the flyers' mind with discipline. Sorcerers found out that if they taxed the flyers' mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, and give any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind's foreign origin. The foreign installation comes back, I assure you, but not as strong, and a process begins in which the fleeing of the flyers' mind becomes routine until one day it flees permanently.
"That's the day when you have to rely on your own devices which are nearly zero. A sad day indeed! There's no one to tell you what to do. There's no mind of foreign origin to dictate the imbecilities you're accustomed to. My teacher, the nagual Julian, used to warn all his disciples that this was the toughest day in a sorcerer's life for the real mind that belongs to us. The sum total of our experience after a lifetime of domination has been rendered shy, insecure, and shifty. Personally, I would say that the real battle of sorcerers begins at that moment. The rest is merely preparation"...
Don Juan looked at me from head to toe. "You are fearing the wrath of God, aren't you?" he said. "Rest assured, that's not your fear. It's the flyers' fear, because it knows that you will do exactly as I'm telling you."
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As this Archonic soul manufacturing plant keeps churning, the majority of the world's people remain oblivious to this terrible reality, that the farm is set up so that no one could possibly know it is a farm, could never precisely know that they are just energy meat for ethereal beings who set up all of this, who enjoy their place as a "creator" and "savior" in the minds of those that they feed from.
Gnostic minds knew of this reality. They attempted to spread my messages and warnings about this grand system of things back long ago. They were persecuted. The Archonic beings have ways to infiltrate the minds of their strictest adherents (war mongers, eugenics practitioners, politicians, popes, cardinals, etc) and they can and do affect the free will of those who see the prison and attempt to speak out against it. Consider the following:
There is a contagious psychospiritual disease of the soul, a parasite of the mind, that is currently being acted out en masse on the world stage via a collective psychosis of titanic proportions. This mind-virus─which Native Americans have called “wetiko”─covertly operates through the unconscious blind spots in the human psyche, rendering people oblivious to their own madness and compelling them to act against their own best interests.An inner cancer of the soul, wetiko flavors and manages our perceptions by stealth and subterfuge so as to act itself out through us while simultaneously hiding itself from being seen. Not constrained by the conventional laws of third-dimensional space and time, this ‘bug’ in the system deceives us by working with the intrinsic projective tendencies of our mind so as to appear external to and other than ourselves, utilizing the seemingly outside world as the canvas for its full-bodied revelation of itself. Wetiko nonlocally in-forms, gives shape to and configures events in the world so as to synchronistically express itself, which is to say that just like in a dream, events in the outer world are symbolically reflecting a condition deep within the psyche of humanity.
Drawing on insights from Jungian psychology, shamanism, alchemy, spiritual wisdom traditions, and personal experience, author Paul Levy shows us that hidden within the venom of wetiko is a revelation as well as its own antidote, which once recognized can help us wake up and bring sanity back to our society. How wetiko manifests─will it destroy our species, or will it catalyze a deeper process of global awakening?─depends upon recognizing what it is revealing to us about ourselves.
- Dispelling Wetiko, Paul Levy
Wetiko, Archons, Lords of Light, celestials.. Call them what you will, there have been those who are aware of them, mostly woken minds, freed minds, connected to my mind mind's. Those minds come up with their own solutions or ways of dealing with this reality. Many, since there is absolutely nothing to be done about this situation, choose to simply write about it. As the gnostics did. As Zelazny did. As Carlos Castenada did. As I am.
I am here to deliver to you the freedom from this matrix. All it takes is the ability to say no. Your world is built upon one principle: offer and acceptance.
Nothing is actually done by force here, although it must really appear to be so. But it is not. The idea, the core central concept behind the creation of this world was to implement a system of voluntaryism. I know what you are thinking, how can my oppression by seemingly unstoppable beings be by consent?
Just like your consent to being a 14th amendment "subject" (with all the restrictions and abuses to human liberty which comes along with it) whenever you agree that you are a "US citizen", this soul trap is consented to when you agree to enter it. The original consent to the setting up of the soul factory and earth farm was not an individual choice but a choice made by those that called themselves your "representatives" at the time. The "take me to your leader" concept. These leaders forked over the autonomy each human being has to die in his own way to entities which promised eternal life. This was a proposition too appealing for any human to pass up. As such, these entities set up shop, and they now offer each individual a choice upon their death.
These entities, of course, came here seeking resources, and were starving. Their sales pitch was successful, but they demanded food. Great wars began, and continue to this day, in an effort to appease the hungry celestials. These being promise calamity if they are not fed an increasingly gluttonous diet of the fresh victims of war, disease, famine, plague, pestilence. Preferably innocent children with the full glowing coat of awareness still intact.
It was once understood that the bright glowing coat of awareness is diminished (making the baby less visible to the Wetiko) when it is circumcised early and this is why the practice actually continues.
The concept of the baby killer, the Lilith entity, or the Wetiko that children see exists because they are attracted to bright, shining coat of awareness that children give off. It is irresistible to these archons, it makes them salivate with hungry desire. This is why the most heavily Archonic influenced people in this world, the elite, are baby-rapers and child-murderers, because while they don't get the same effect as the archons in the celestial when consuming this coat, they get to feel it dissipate as innocence is stolen from the young. This dissipation is intoxicating to the archon within the human host and it is a drug which they must take again and again. People like Jimmy Saville are the face of the drug addled addicts of this particular intoxicant.
What do you think of this trap? Where will go decide to go when you die? Do you want another go round on this plane of existence or would you rather shuffle quietly off into oblivion?