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Monday, 25 November 2019

Another Week in the Vortex....

Part One: Ever Been Had?

It was not one of my more glorious moments. With the festive season fast approaching, I decided I might bring cheer to family and friends by producing some home-made Christmas cards. Being a topical, on-the-ball kind of guy, I thought I would choose as subject of my creations the divine child herself, Greta Thunberg. I would find a scary picture of her - not difficult - and frame it with the immortal words from Handel and Isaiah "For Unto Us a Child Is Born". I could just see my friends sitting down to their Christmas nut roast and Christmas pudding with vegan custard, all the while gazing in adoration at our new young modern saviour.

By now I was on a roll. At the local branch of Waterstones I spied a pile of slim volumes by the till: 'Greta Thunberg: Nobody is too small to make a difference". I would enchant my friends with my own Christmas gift, a sequel: "Greta: Nobody is too small to be a nuisance".

That night I had a dream. I was in conversation with Gordon Brown - remember him? I had never dreamed of Gordon Brown before, but here we were, discussing all manner of subject. Near the end he paused, looked me straight in the eye and, summoning his finest Scottish gravitas, uttered the words "Greta Thunberg is evil. She wants to rule the world."

How many people still go along with the Greta guff, I do not know. Anybody who does so must live a life of extreme denial. The credibility of this little evangelist is currently roughly zero. You don't have to be a mastermind to check out a few background details. Her parents, her relatives going back a little further. Her group, her 'team'. These are not ordinary Swedes pursuing ordinary pursuits....

It was when I saw the book that I realised: Greta has become a brand, a bit like Nike or Kentucky Fried Chicken. People think she's a good sale. I don't know how true that is, and I take a certain dark delight in reading about the increasing number of cases of 'Get Woke, Go Broke' in the business world. 'Woke' is 100% Orwellian newspeak. People who are 'woke' are in reality deeply asleep.

For a different take on 'climate change', from outside the globalist bubble, visit:

realclimatescience.com

Part Two: Who is the Problem?

And then there is Prince Andrew. And Emily Maitlis. I watched about four minutes of the interview: enough to get the drift, which was as expected.

The aftermath has been a near-unanimity in the lamestream media, of criticism and general pulling-to-pieces of the Prince. Any such solidarity amongst the criminals of media immediately attracts suspicion, but there we go. The question remains, though: who is the problem? Prince Andrew or Emily Maitlis? Who is the problem, really? And the answer turns out to be: Emily Maitlis.

It's not necessarily Emily Maitlis the person, though I wouldn't wish to have dinner with her. It's the web, the matrix, rotten to the core with the BBC a bitter black pip near the middle, of which she is one small but effective part. Concerns about David Icke-ian royal reptilian bloodlines aside, Prince Andrew would seem a bit of a sideshow to the overall 'programme' of modern times. Maitlis, on the other hand, is right in there, promulgating the stinking agenda to the masses.

Dig a little deeper, and they are revealed as players for the same team. Prince Andrew is probably dimly aware of this; Maitlis, on the other, has been well-trained within a little box, and will not know. Instead, she will wag her pen at you repeatedly should you make such a suggestion.

It's a funny thing, the Epstein case. Actually, it's not very funny at all. It unwinds in precisely the way that things do in the puritan-flecked control matrix which holds northern Europe and North America in its thrall. Epstein's real crime was that he was caught, and with nothing much left to lose, he was liable to spill all sorts of beans. Completely dispensable, a wealthy pimp for the rich and infamous, that's all.

And his 'suicide'? Andrew and Maitlis both referred to his 'suicide' as if it were a given fact, on the principle of 'tell a lie frequently enough, and it becomes a truth in the minds of sufficient people.' Epstein's suicide is about as likely as is Scotland winning the next football World Cup. For some uncanny reason, the word 'scapegoat' comes to mind. Even Prince Andrew has become a bit of a scapegoat. Turn somebody into a really bad guy - particularly easy when they have conveniently just dropped dead - and the rest of the stink can get on with their lives as if nothing ever really happened.

Part Three: the Burning House

"Flee the burning building, just leave. The whole world is a burning world, with everyone trying to keep their beliefs carefully in place as they cannot see the flames around them...….. Just go."

We've all been there. A new quote saying the same old thing in just-so-slightly different a way. "Yeah, yeah, yeah" you sigh wearily. "OK. Er, shall we have a cup of tea?"

You've come across the same sentiment forty nine times. It sounds nice and true, but water off a duck's back. Then you encounter it for the fiftieth time, and your world proceeds to collapse.

Such was the case with the quotation above, from one of my 'kundalini-energy' sources. The writer had been spoken to thus by a voice, I would say; he terms it his essential energy speaking. I'd come across the image long ago, and had read this piece on his website before. But I revisited, and suddenly, unexpectedly, it hit me.

Fleeing the burning building may well be the name of the game, but I have a propensity for leaving a couple of toes in the fire. Something in me is reluctant to really leave, as if there remains a vestigial belief that the fire is where it's at, where the real action is. The doubt also arises in my mind as to how to relate to the burning building if you have truly left it; an illogical doubt, since that question can only be answered once you have succeeded in escaping, when all will reveal itself organically.

A couple of mornings afterwards I awoke in an unusual mood (for me, anyway). Everything seemed rather amusing, like a bizarre game, or a comi-grotesque theatre intended to fool me, but which was not succeeding at this moment. The antics of the building's inhabitants - Maitlis, Andrew, Democrats, Republicans, Donald Tusk, St Greta, you name them - failed to touch me, aside from arousing a faintly amused quizzical response. It was as if I was able to watch the matrix, the control system, the agenda, call it what you will, from outside, and see it for what it is. A false construct, aimed at soul entrapment. Yes, it needs to be fled, for your very life. "Just go."  

Photo: Eyeballs Studio        

Sunday, 17 November 2019

Reptilians and the Like: the Verdict

Part One

There are plenty of people who go in for crime and criminals. They like nothing better than to curl up of a damp late autumn evening in front of the fire with a murder mystery, or a good old-fashioned whodunnit.

I fail to count myself as one of this number. I am surrounded by enough nefariousness as it is, in the 'normal' world, without going to seek it out still more. There is, however, one - and one only - story of crime which provides, for me, unyielding fascination. Operation Julie.

'Operation Julie' is the name given to what was then the biggest drug bust in the history of the UK. It involved multiple regional police forces engaging in an unprecedented co-operative venture. Following several years of undercover operations, involving surveillance, fact-gathering, and the rest, they swooped in tandem. "At exactly 5am on 26 March 1977, over 800 police officers drawn from 16 police forces and 6 regional crime squads raided 83 locations in England and Wales." (Albion Dreaming, Andy Roberts).

The object of this massive police operation was not a ring of heroin traffickers, or dealers of any other lethal drug, responsible for scores of early deaths and the ruin of far more lives and families. No. It was bunch of psychedelic enthusiasts, some of whom were idealistically motivated in the belief that their product might help make the world a better place. A telling reality: we see clearly who the true enemies of the established order are....

One thing which has always struck me when reading about the Operation Julie sting is how the entire thing was organised. "The (police) team quickly worked out the distribution chain was set up on the lines of a terrorist cell, which meant that each person in the chain only knew the one below and above him or her." (Andy Roberts again).

This is the way that a criminal organisation, or any organisation dedicated to secrecy as to its workings, will work. You are a tiny cog in a big machine arranged in a pyramidic hierarchical fashion. And that's all you know; the rest remains secret.

This was certainly true when it came to Operation Julie acid. I was one of the thousands of people in the mid-1970s who had the fortune to partake, and to feel that life was indeed better as a result. History has demonstrated that Operation Julie LSD was exceptional in quality; we didn't just imagine it. But where it all came from, nobody knew. There were vague rumours, but that is all. The microdots and pyramids just turned up as if by magic, one day in town or in the middle of a free festival.

So if a bunch of psychedelic chemists and distributors could set themselves up in this way, and move vast amounts of acid around the globe clandestinely for a number of years, imagine how anybody of real criminal mind could establish themselves. They won't be giving away their identities or whereabouts easily at all.

Which brings us to reptilians. And archons. And any other kind of non-human entity that may be purported to have an unwelcome hand in human affairs. If psychedelic chemists could keep their whereabouts secret through a pyramid structure, imagine how easy that is for those with proper criminal intent. Reptilians, Illuminati, and the rest. It's a common objection, isn't it? 'I have never seen a reptilian. They have never shown themselves to me. I have never seen one, therefore they don't exist.'

The thing is that, were reptilians to be surreptitiously dabbling in human affairs, they would hardly be likely to announce their existence to all and sundry. Not exactly a clever move. They may indeed be showing up on Question Time with Fiona Bruce, but they won't be telling you, or her, that. 'Hello, I am a reptilian, and I am controlling your lives without your realising it.' No, it wouldn't work. Nefarious activity needs to take place behind the scenes, and in disguise. What's more, announce yourself as a reptilian and you won't get an invite back from the BBC.

So this point of view is as ridiculous as that of people who claim that homeopathy doesn't work because they can't see how it can work. Or medical professionals, who assert that kundalini doesn't exist, because they can't measure it with their instruments. It says more about their own limited perceptions and personal hubris than anything very objective.

I shall take a similar approach to the notion that humans are essentially farmed by non-human, other dimensional, ultra-terrestrial beings. The purpose being to feed off the energy created by their delusional minds. Just as we live on organic material, so do these beings live on energy of a different frequency, specifically mental energy which is not in tune with reality. It sounds crazy and impossible, I know. Beyond our belief. But then, should you tell a cow what its purpose is, and its fate, it will give you one of those bemused bovine looks and just say "C'mon dude, you gotta be kidding."

Moo.....

Part Two

Reptilians are not the same as archons. Reptilians and annunaki are near the top of the tree, the apex of human affairs. They are to be considered as masters, if not of the universe, then of the universe of humans. Archons, on the other hand, are minions. They are in the service of the Demiurge, the false god, according to some of the Gnostic tracts. The Demiurge is the one who pretends to be the big boss, the creator of all; but he isn't. The task of the archons is to confuse and confound ordinary humanity, so that it remains divorced from its true nature, and continues to  believe in the lies perpetuated by the false god.

Archons are not masters of the universe, but they are masters of mindfuck. They are able to get inside the minds of human beings and lead them away from authenticity, from the signal of clear, direct reality, if you will. Deception and simulation are two of their most effective strategies; conversely, one of the prime tasks of the serious spiritual aspirant is to counter the infective influence of the archons. 'To be authentic' means 'to be free of the archons'.

Human consciousness appears to manifest in three distinctive modes. First up, borrowing from the Buddhist tradition then twisting a little, is the nirvanic mode. Consciousness as pure, infinite, untrammelled. Loving, blissful, beyond concepts, the bell and vajra in unison, Shiva and Shakti in eternal embrace, the One and the Two as inseparable.

Second, there is samsaric consciousness. Based in ignorance, delusion, stubbornly dualistic. It may manifest in everyday silliness, petty jealousies, trivial preferences and attachments. Or it may show itself in far more serious matters: abuse and misuse, assaults, thefts, rapes, murders, and a catalogue of other harmful behaviours.

Exoteric Buddhism describes pretty well these nirvanic and samsaric modes and trends; there is, however, a third mode which, to my knowledge, it falls silent upon. This is archontic consciousness.

While arguably a part of samsara, nevertheless archontic consciousness comes laden with a very distinct flavour to its delusion and madness. It exists outside/above/beyond/below the everyday samsaric mind. It is the root of what we may term real evilness, which may result in mass tortures, genocide, the real extremes of horror, especially collective horror.

The essence of archontic consciousness is to be found in fixed belief systems, rigidly-held dogmas, ideologies. It is these which fuel the great horrors of history - as well as 'causes' which may be held up as good and virtuous, while in reality they serve to turn humans into robotic slaves (think 'globalism', pseudo-egalitarianism, global climate emergency, for starters....).

The archontic infection is designed to distance the human being from its uniqueness, its magic and wonder, its spiritual possibilities. It is intended to keep us blind, to maintain us in the dark. It doesn't matter whether the ideology is 'good' or 'bad', totally delusional or based in some kind of truth. The important thing is that it is ideology, which distracts from seeing things as they truly are.

With a little practice, you can recognise the archontic infection as it manifests in human affairs. Being ideology, applicable to all, it will typically present itself in the form of some type of 'collectivity': a universal belief or truth. The person taken over by the archontic infection will talk - or very often rant and rave - in a way which does not really come from themself. It is not their own voice speaking; it is as if they have been taken over.

The archontic consciousness can be detected at work in some of the more extreme Extinction Rebellion people as they spread hysteria about the imminent demise of all life on the Planet. It is not their own mind speaking; it is something else, which has got inside them. It is as if they have been taken over by a foreign entity, or foreign installation, as Castaneda described the phenomenon. You can also see it in some arch anti-Brexit Remainers. Something has taken them over; they have become mad.

Part Three

And the verdict: I don't know. I write about many things, express many ideas, on this blog, but there are not an awful lot of things which I truly know.

I tend to be more doubtful about the reptilians and similar. The mythology of the annunaki is part of Sumerian creation mythology. Whether these ancient people intended it to be taken literally, or whether they even thought in terms of 'fact versus fiction' at all, is suspect. I give more credibility to archon theory. Gnostics were, or at least some of them were, authentic visionaries and mystics, well-versed in other dimensional realities. Their notions about the archons do at least point up the incredible anomaly at work within the world of human affairs, the anomaly that Don Juan expresses so clearly in a quote reprinted below. And it is an anomaly highlighted suspiciously rarely in the so-called learned works of human cultures and civilisations.

The archons can be taken literally, or they can be read as metaphors. Even if understood metaphorically, the effect is similar, and devastating. They represent the 'foreign installation', that of fixed beliefs, ideologies (in modern times, think 'political correctness' and 'climate alarmism' as examples), which make people ugly, dangerous, and crazy.

Some of the best and most powerful writing on archon-type entities comes from Carlos Castaneda, in his final book, 'The Active Side of Infinity', which also ranks among his finest. In the chapter 'Mud Shadows', Don Juan describes with devastating clarity and precision to the hapless and increasingly terrified Carlos the activity of the flyers. These are inorganic beings who have much in common with the archons as envisaged by some of the ancient Gnostics. I close with a few quotes about the flyers from the voice of Don Juan:

"They (the sorcerers of ancient Mexico) discovered that we have a companion for life. 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."

"They took over because we are food for them...… 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."

"I want to appeal to your analytical mind..... Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradiction between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores."

"They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators gave us their mind, which becomes our mind. The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now."

That's it for now. Time for a cup of tea...….          

         

Friday, 8 November 2019

Pathos from Sweden, Something Else from Canada

It's over a fortnight old now, before the UK general election announcement. But I like this snippet from Stefan in Sweden. It takes a burly Swedish guy to express the pathos that is part of the Brexit tragi-theatre, at least for some of us. He does a leading film dude a disservice by mistakenly calling UK former PM 'James Cameron', but for the rest.... I like Stefan's little pieces: he is clear, straightforward, and honest. I may or may not agree with every detail of what he says, but he comes from a place of love and honour, I feel. He also expresses something which escapes most folk, it seems. Brexit hasn't happened because 'They can't let it happen.' A difficult truth for some.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGu6aKPOtSo

Then there are those 11000 scientists who signed a 'report' saying that we're all gonna die in a big inferno very very very soon, unless more is done to police the globe and stop all those carbon emissions. Fortunately, there are a few people around who take the care to see what is really happening beneath all this bullshit lying propaganda. Quite a humourous bit of reporting:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vs3ZPGLPiss

I shall actually get round to writing something of my own soonish. On one of our favourite topics….

Tuesday, 5 November 2019

As If We Didn't Already Know...

Ottmar Edenhofer. Check him out on Wikipedia; he's the kind of guy it's good to know is around. He gets around a lot, an awful lot. He's a climate dude, a big important climate dude. Co-chair of an IPCC working group on climate change mitigation 2008-2015, lead author of the UN IPCC's 4th Assessment Report (2007) among plenty of other very important functions. Here he is being interviewed back in 2010:

"Basically it's a big mistake to discuss climate policy separately from the major theme of globalization...… But one must say clearly that we redistribute de facto the world's wealth by climate policy …… One has to free oneself from the illusion that international climate policy is environmental policy. This has almost nothing to do with environmental policy anymore....."

Remember, folks, this is not Pale Green Conspiracy Nutcase speaking. It is a major official player in the climate change thing. The purpose of climate policy is not saving the planet; it's redistribution of wealth. And this was nine years ago. Imagine how these folk are thinking today.....

The thing with global warming catastrophists like St Greta and Extinction Rebellion is this. They think they're such shit-hot radical rebellion types, while they are not. Instead, they are hard core Establishment. Complete. Total. More Establishment than Boris Johnson. More Establishment than even some middle-ranking EU functionaries. They are one with the status quo as it projects its own image through time.

The UN is delighted to have such enthusiastic foot soldiers out there, spreading the creed. 'Celebrities' queue up to say good things about St Greta. The majority of politicians seem to think these are the voices of hope for the future. The lamestream media is generally favourable towards the patron saint of polar bears (who are actually doing very nicely, by the way) and the antics of Extinction Rebellion, a few extreme acts like climbing on top of tube trains aside. If this isn't Establishment, I don't know what is.

To further the point, imagine how different the reception would be if people were peacefully and lawfully protesting about some other topic. Mass immigration, for example. Or if it was a two-week long Festival of Straight Pride. No sirree, it wouldn't be treated with kid gloves in the same kind of way. Not at all.

This is a great dupe, and one of the clever ways that the System gets what it wants. It preys upon those of questionable psychological development, those who lead unexamined lives, or are just too silly or lazy to look beyond the surface of things. Such folk are easily fooled into doing stuff that is exactly the opposite of what they think it is. We've been over this on the blog before, but it's important in terms of trying to get a grip on the madness that takes place out there.

I was reading recently an interview with somebody talking about their experience of kundalini arising. This is a woman who does not ramble all around the houses, as I am wont to do, getting lost in the process. Her words are few, pointed, direct, right to the heart of things. No bullshit here. In response to the question 'What was your initial awakening experience like?', this is part of what she had to say: "..... I started questioning everything..... Then the anger came, when I found out that everything was a lie."

I wish I could write with such courage, such economy and precision, such freedom from caring what anyone else might think. 'Then the anger came, when I found out that everything was a lie.' Everything was a lie. The words return time and again, to haunt me. You see, she is correct. It is only a cleansed and fearless mind that sees this. My own purification remains incomplete. I am work in progress. So let it be.

Dilemma of a saint:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMNMDQdUTwk    

       

Saturday, 2 November 2019

The Kiss of Death

It was inevitably the kiss of death. No sooner had I announced in amazement that Red Ice had so far
escaped being banned by YouTube, than it was..... banned by YouTube. Why any of us bother with YouTube any more beats me. We are like desperate rats hanging on to the rotting hulk of a ship.