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(With Artwork by: Wiz Kininigin & Cristina Aconcha)
ADVISORY
The following is not based on fiction. If you are unfamiliar with the
subject
of Reptilians and/or Alien conspiracy issues, continue with discretion.
What you read, watch and think can and will be used
in the prism of your mind.
PART
I
–
RIDDLE
THE
SPHINX
(A Continued Exposition of Reptilian Rape)
©Triptych:
‘I Ching –Illusions’ by: Cristina Aconcha
Traveling Mt. Threshold
Oblivious to the valley settlers below, I had
been traveling light-years without moving from the stone cave in Mount
‘Threshold’ for months. It was as much a spaceship as my prayer nest for
an unforgettable journey worlds within. South America would be my ominous
port of entry.
Beginning
days after my initial arrival, a guardian presence made several dream
appearances always with meaningful messages. At first I saw him upside
down walking in small circles on the cavern ceiling, he only said:
“Your mission was sabotaged” and after a short pause added:
“Congratulations”, then he was gone. After a period of obstacles and
gradual harmonization, during the act of ‘sleeping’ and shifting
consciousness, I was allowed entrance through an astral passageway. What
can be seen and experienced within those other dimensions moves with
infinite awe, overflowing joy and self-conscious shame of our reproachable
inherited humanities. Certainly legends exist about portals and
underground tunnels and even a ‘secret church’, but there is no living
knowledge in the region. None of the native Indians who communed with the
mountain have survived. Besides occasional reports of strange lights for
generations, basically the peak is camouflaged by ignorance and
indifference. Mainly, it’s a catholic dogma, superstition ridden, cattle
grazing population... a People Farm!
Significantly,
Emma Palmer, my colleague and teammate, who is also highly perceptive, had
many sidereal experiences from her own nearby location which complemented
my own. We both made visits to a magnificent intraterrestrial temple…so
profoundly revealing…divinely sublime. Following the dastardly Black
Dragon rape scene, we made a reevaluation of our objectives and intuitions
and a calm decision was reached to continue with my psychic exploration of
the enigmatic mountain peak. Contrasting with that lamentable event,
undeniable progress had been made in other areas and we both felt
spiritually committed to the learning process that was unfolding.
During
the day, the fragile cloud forest guarded my privacy, however by
nightfall; my stay was made exceedingly difficult. It had been
illustrated to me in a ‘dream/vision’ that “Darkies from the other side
of the mountain” were tunneling towards my location, as eventually
happened, keeping the passageway usually blocked and myself continually
molested. My base chakra was a sore target blank. (Yet another lustful
energy leeching creature for a following episode...)
Indignantly humiliated, feeling drained amidst
erections, I took to keeping vigil throughout the night with catnaps
during the day. It seemed obvious the only way to catch these creeps was
by fighting sleep. Still, a few times I dozed from the exhaustion and had
several close calls. In lucid dream state, I could see the bed sheets
fold with or move by an unseen presence. Specifically twice, after
detecting my awareness, an invisible entity instantly recoiled into
nothingness.
We, the Revelationaries
It
was the longest time my recent companion Cici and I had been apart ever
since our mysterious union a few years earlier just below the mountain in
a cute little fuchsia colored
house, so we, the ‘Revelationaries’ (Cici, Emma & I) scheduled an
important reunion up in the prayer nest at the peak.
That
evening with a shocking flash, a thunderbolt struck the mountain and
rocked our group soul cradle. ZaZoom!! The meeting was electric!
Time away had given each of us the distance to see ourselves more clearly
and now we had even more pieces for the grand puzzle of our riddled
relations. Cici arrived energetic, totally fed-up with feeling like a
double agent in a bizarre spy caper. Surrealistically, to me her
appearance evokes a female version of my past best buddy Gabreal with an
evanescent veil of Koral, the Vipergirl who first laid me in a curse.
Cici had consulted the I Ching oracle and had several controversial
versions of our ambiguous affairs. Earlier, we were given the
understanding it was essential to complete a process of untangling our own
roots... “Right, but whose communication?” Cici interjected. Our
theories confounded. Just what had united us there? What ‘gods’ were
toying us? It was like trying to pin the tail on an invisible beast!
A
platonic threesome alien love bite?
A
reenkarmation in parallel realities??
Each
had been experiencing buzzing sounds in one or the other ear, bad
thoughts, and both Cici & Emma had sleep nights with suffocations... they
described it as something smothering them. We were all keeping Dreamlogs
and took the opportunity to share & compare our symbols and
interpretations. Like a card game on a
stormy night, we showed our
hands while the shadows cast wild animals on the cavern walls. Suspicion,
denial, jealousy, anger…the ritual intensified unleashing anxiety
whirlwinds, the drama turned to conflict. An entire sequence of possible
future expectations that could domino into others lives were now put in
hack.
Finally,
the commotion subdued, it was all too evident something was trying to
sabotage our expedition and destroy our friendship of solidarity and
resistance in a most negative way.
With
all the excitement over, we collapsed at early dawn, both girls at either
side. Then, that very same night, in spite of my abstinence, I was
polluted again (a wet dream)... and once more the lascivious image
of Koral, my Ex-‘Enchantment’, although ever more vague, spread eagle on
top of me. The sorry fact is that the nocturnal arousals and semen
emissions had continued throughout my stay... (Although it was now
evident there was another prowler involved...)
©
wiz
Come
dawn, I harbored a dull hollow sensation in my abdomen with an energy
malaise. Emma awoke with a detailed dream of a “big, black-brown
charging bull.” Strange... Cici recalled dreams with black bulls
too. Also our friend author Eve Lorgen mentioned being chased by
black bulls in her dreams in some earlier letters. Things that make you
go...mmmaybe this is enough? How far is fearless before it becomes
foolish? Either way we conceded to proceed with our group venture, each
from a different location. I packed away provisions for an indefinite
voyage ahead.
Nightmare Reflex – A Shadowplay
(As scanned from my DreamLog:)
Resettled
into my solitude, the very next evening I had another telling dream visit
by the spirit guide. He said there had been an agreement, but that they
were
“treacherous!”
(¡?!?¡) First the curse, then the attacks and now more threats? The
expectations had mounted... my nerves were on end... something was roaming
near... about to pounce.
1.
At first, I
recall a dark erotic dream with torsos intermingling.
2.
Suddenly,
there was a tail and I thought: “A headless horse?” It became
obvious I had
caught the creature as it was approaching about to mount me!
3.
From my
forced perspective it stood imposing… intimidating… black and
bold. However, my amazement was so much more then my fear that I stood
fast and focused
even
more intensely on the absolutely extravagant creature revealing before me.
4.
The creature was shocked, in total discomfort and great
disbelief at the anomalous situation. I too was confounded and could make
out what seemed a few loose blond
braids of hair abruptly unraveling above and around a
faceless expression. Then, the braids tussled before a set of dark rimmed
shifting eyes as though trying to cloak them… A distinctly bird beak mouth
with vinyl lips made grins and growls and gawking
sounds in a weird cackle language, its slanted
oval eyes tried to evade me as much as drive me away in their
disconcertedness... just as quickly the morphing image of a
human face began to come into focus... I was
even more bewildered and thought to myself: “A humanoid??”... I
zoomed in even more.
5.
The human face continued morphing from a very basic
period of evolution... It glared at
me through a mane of blond hair with a slightly furry
pudgy nose, I exclaimed mentally: “Neanderthal?!”
And the face made very upset, panicked expressions that I was so
intently aware of the process...
6.
In total desperation, the
thing swiftly shifted away and took to fleet. Incredibly now it appeared
as the dark silhouette of a running bull racing off to the right in front
of me. The further away, the more lit and clear the scene became in
general... All the while I
knew someone else was there with me, I assume the
spirit guide.
7. The creature was forced to its
right under a kind of barrier and I saw it was very large
maybe up to 7 or 8 feet long running on all fours...
very agile. What had seemed the
profile of horns now revealed to be the neck collar of
a giant kind of reptile. A lizard dinosaur that moved much like a panther
or a hunting dog. Something was pulling me out of the ‘dream-experience’
but I stood fast in my intense observation and the creature
was so in crisis that it even made several
panicked moves and looked exactly like a dog
caught red handed fleeing away as it ducked with its tail between its
legs. The body apparently was not pure black but rather different tones
of brown and at the very last I could even make out several faint purple
stripe shapes across its torso. I did not distinguish any wings.
So, there’s the Horny Devil!
Smile
reptile!
Same Black Dragon? Possibly...not.
Exo-Zoology – Creature Features
Searching the Nature of the Beast
Chameleon Skin Iguana Third Eye
Frilled Lizard Neck
Sonar & Night vision Bird of Prey Wings Night Stalker
Body
Nightfall
is a realm crossing when different creatures take the stage with distinct
attributes from the animals of the day. For several sleepless nights the
camp was marauded by a pack of wild mountain rats. While the lurking rats
snuck thru my pots and pans, lecherous reptilians scanned thru my plots
and plans. My scrutinizing the similarities between night stalker
behaviors was as illuminating as disturbing about certain persons in the
nightlife of my past: clever, occult, silent, deceitful, thieving, fast,
agile, evasive, sensitive, fearful, parasitic, persistent, net working,
non-productive (all take no give), strategic, opportunistic…
Psychic Holography
In
nature, the frilled lizard neck unfolds to frighten its enemies by
psychological suggestion and intimidation. Apparently, in astral states
it serves as a parabolic antenna which in turn acts as a psychic sounding
board for instant sender-receiver feedback. Thru subtle subconscious
suggestion with ‘real-time’ access to the victims own memory banks, the
receiver is being led on by the external mind hacker who jacks into the
sleepers alpha states using trigger images for on-line splicing and
stimulation. Ironically, the manipulated victim co-directs their own
projection reception. In Castaneda’s ‘The Active Side of Infinity’, Don
Juan affirms:
‘The
predator gave us its mind.’
Black
Dragon Flashback>>>
Possibly my
lucid glimpse of the first Dragon was due to one of its rare pauses
between hyperspace flights, like a hummingbird. Furthermore, my own
extra-sensory perception had been augmenting exponentially. I can
perfectly recall the back of the head of the first reptoid also appeared
as a big black hood… but at the time I simply didn’t imagine why it was so
large and protruding. This second sighting invokes a different rank of
creature than the first for a variety of reasons, including a notably
different posture… the first seemed more ‘Elite’.
The Minotaurs Dream Maze - Our Psyche of I`s
Ultimately,
we are the vision we behold. All is a reflection of one. Yet the prism
of the mind can also become a prison. A labyrinth of mirrors. Being in
theoretical isolation allowed for intense self-observation. Living in an
environment of limited external stimulation and interaction allowed for
the mad whirlpool of urban sensory overload to calm and still. Month
after month I registered my dreams as best I could. Dream after dream it
seemed evident to me that our so called ‘dream life’ is so much more than
we’ve been told. I had recall of waking in other places, of variations of
people I know and others I simply don’t. Previous to and after the first
Dragon encounter, I had recall of several conversations with a fraternity
of different presences. They confirmed there was a virus in my psyche
that served as a backdoor into my subconscious linked to a ‘parasite’ that
generated and fed off of nervous energy. They said it should be located
and eliminated immediately.
This
was a most interesting period. In waking state, a kind of self-conscious
bio-computer defragmentation therapy. At dreamtime, a multi-dimensional
purging. Synchronistically, I understood this was an opportunity for a
deep karma-cleansing and lifetime recapitulation. The key to locking
together all the odd pieces was by conducting a profound self-observation,
healing in close contact with nature. This was a unique chance for
decontamination from external suggestion, for exploring and practicing
prayer, gratitude, love, harmony, compassion and forgiveness. Parallel to
this, I was experiencing notable psychic enhancement. Evidently the
natural high energy of the mountain had influenced and increased my
abilities of perception and general comprehension.
I
learnt the stronger a persons altered egos, the harder the divisions
between their psyche of I`s. They are actually more vulnerable as mind
puppets. We become as beasts to our instincts, harnessed by traumas. When
we harbor resentment; we burn bridges, cultivate guilt, and justify
indifference… we are driving wedges between our very selves. Our nerves
entangle into gelled grey matter. A dulling psychic infestation of the
mind camouflaging any intruders presence leant on controlling our neural
pathways… blocking and editing memories... sabotaging the heart-mind
connection… shorting the circuits of our behaviors... this is happening as
well in collective society yet we don’t see it, because we don’t
understand how reality really works.
The
predator feeds on potential non-manifest. The cultivation of vital energy
is not allowed to rise inward and up, instead downward and out, where it
is consumed as spilt energy in the lower astral planes. Whether thru
generating failure or sexual angst, it feeds off another’s frustration.
It
is essential to bear in mind part of the motivation for submitting myself
to this test of endurance. Upon arrival I was full of resentment toward
others, toward life in general. This had cut me off inside. To counter my
frustration, the inner presences once advised, I needed to dominate
thoughts that generate negatively oriented vibrations. The greater clarity
also bestowed the disheartening awareness that the chronological pattern
of my nocturnal emissions extended into the past, one way or another, for
years. This all consolidated my firm determination to…
STOP BEING SOMETHING ELSES SEX COW!
The
Past is Present Now and in the Future...
Key Answers
in Ancient Mythology and Demonology
(Extracts from Recommended Resource:
Wikipedia.com )
The Sphinx
–
(The
Strangler)
There was a
single Sphinx in Greek mythology, a unique demon of destruction and
bad luck. She was represented in vase-painting and bas-reliefs most often
seated upright rather than recumbent, as a winged lion with a woman's
head; or she was a woman with the paws, claws and breasts of a lion, a
serpent's tail and eagle wings. She asks all passersby history's most
famous riddle: "Which creature in the morning goes on four feet, at noon
on two, and in the evening upon three?" She strangled anyone unable to
answer. The word "sphinx" comes from the Greek Σφινξ, Sphinx,
apparently from the verb σφινγω, sphingo, meaning "to strangle".
The Siren –
In Greek
mythology the Sirens or Seirenes (Greek Σειρνας) were
Naiads (sea nymphs) who in some traditions lived on an island called
Sirenum scopuli, which was
surrounded by cliffs and rocks. Approaching sailors were drawn to them by
their enchanting singing, causing them to sail on the cliffs and drown.
In early Greek art the Sirens were represented as birds with the heads,
and sometimes chests, of women. Later, they were represented as female
figures with the legs of birds, with or without wings playing a variety of
musical instruments.
The
Succubus -
In medieval
legend, a succubus (plural succubi; from Latin succuba;
"prostitute") is a demon which takes the form of a female to seduce men
(especially monks!!!) in dreams to have sexual intercourse. They draw
energy from the men to sustain themselves, often until the point of
exhaustion or death of the victim. According to the Malleus
Maleficarum, or "Witches' Hammer", succubae would collect semen from
the men they slept with, which incubi would then use to impregnate women.
Children so begotten were supposed to be more susceptible to the influence
of demons. In some beliefs the succubae would morph into the Incubus with
its newly collected semen ready to impregnate their victims. This was to
account for the fact that demons could not reproduce naturally, however
the incubus could impregnate women.
The Incubus
–
In Western
medieval legend, an incubus (plural incubi; from Latin
incubare, "to lie upon") is a demon in male form supposed to lie upon
sleepers, especially women, in order to have sexual intercourse with them
(including nuns!). The Incubus drains energy from the woman it performs
sexual intercourse upon in order to sustain itself. In most cases it
either kills the victim or leaves the victim in very weak or fragile
condition. Victims may have been experiencing waking dreams or sleep
paralysis. Also, nocturnal arousal, orgasm or nocturnal emission could be
explained by the idea of creatures causing an otherwise guilt-producing
and self-conscious behavior.
Behold the Psychic Seduction
The Modus Operandi Visualized
A
Projection or a Portal?
Our
mind is a sex organ. These intimate
encounters are insidiously being led on by a cloaked mind operator. The
implications are disturbing. When the psycho-sexual heist isn’t via a
dream projection, then most likely, it is through sexual activity with
another person whom, although virtually unaware of the occult
intruder/instigator, is being used as a portal. Since these entities
inhabit another vibrational density, they can occupy the same physical
space as us, simultaneously.
Inevitably,
after thoughtful consideration, certain behaviors, specific incidents and
odd characters of one’s involvement in the past acquire other dimensions
with these revelations. Likewise, an individuals habitual or chronic
masturbation generates tremendous psychic energy and of predominantly dark
orientation as a direct interphase to unseen coveting entities.
At
large, the hounding media corrupts the collective subconscious mind with
morbid sensations mixed with desirable erotic bodies (or specific fetish
body parts) feeding the shadows fantasies by the masses. Subconsciously,
pornography is misogyny... the female (or young male) is reduced to a sex
object. The rise in pedophilia from kiddy porn to black habits reveals a
once covert and now flagrant interest in fresh life-force energy along
with vulnerable, damageable young psyches.
These are
only some reptilian psychological subconscious motivators. The hoarding
transnational sex enterprise expands exponentially into astronomical
dimensions when guesstimating the potentially billions of male whackers
getting hacked daily!!!
So, how to take a bull by the horns?
Pardon the
pun, but... “Awareness above all,
Most else
is B.S.” (As in Belief Systems)
PART
II
–
THE SHADOW SHOWS
Cats Eyes Creeping
Without
the shadow of a doubt not one but several entities were prowling me at the
cave. Cold presences creeping up from behind, whisking in & out, needle
pricks down my spine, sensations like movements in another room... Some
were monitoring, while others interacted in odd indefinable ways. I was so
fed-up with the merciless persecution that fearlessness finally settled in
and a readiness to strangle any varmint that dared to affront me again!
The only solution available seemed endless night watch meditations.
Running marathons with my legs buckled under. Oh, aching ankles. I grew
up as a leader and even record holder but this was beyond my known limits.
By
clocking nature, I established their peak attack hours: Dusk,
Midnight, 3 a.m., Dawn...
Also upon
following the lunar phases and correlating bio-rhythms with vital
energy-liquid levels, undeniably the lunar crescents prior to and past the
new moon periods were most susceptible.
Then
quite phenomenally, during a weird waking dream, I witnessed two catlike
bodiless eyes lurking up from behind. The spirit guide said: “Very
interesting, if the creature persists with such desperation, it will
reveal itself…… completely.”
In view of the insights, while struggling to calm my thoughts, i got
to thinking:
Imagine a moviola... If reality is like
a movie set a 24 frames per second because our senses experience reality
at only 24 frames per second... Then; since these creatures can displace
at a higher frame rate, in our scenario
they’re an invisible cat while
we’re a stop-action bird. We are as spirits
traversing a still-motion hologram train. The predator lingers out of
sight, out of mind. While we’re awake we can’t
see them, but when we ‘sleep`, by disengaging consciousness from our
limited physical perception, at times... some can.
 
The
Bible reads `the serpent is the most subtle of creatures...’ I ask:
Are reptoid farmers co-producing an earth grid deliberately
desynchronized from natural cycles?
Is our frail humanity out of tune with the moon, disconnected from the
cosmos and enslaved to an ever alienating system? Do fine
feathered fiends stir-up our hormones and stroke our monkey bones?
How is it they harvest the roaming theater of this planet of apemen?
We must see.
Love Cats - The Crafty Science of Emulation
(Reminiscing ‘The Vipers Enchantment’:)
©
Vibrational Fields by: Cristina Aconcha
Felinius@...
Born
a natural actress, Koral was an empiric thespian, a black cat who strolled
the movie houses. Her act was live. She wore olive skin and a dark
coffee musk scent. Quite poignantly, she lied she was from the Year of
the Dragon. Savagely intelligent, possessive and alienating... I had a
chess rival for a lover, a sparring partner in bed who swept away any
strategy, playing me with temper tantrums, kinky poses, promiscuous
flirtations and love of ritual... a tremendous delirium.
Night Lives & Sexy Jobs
Koral
was a collage, like a cubist Picasso, one eye slightly larger, and one leg
slightly shorter. She was virtually my own composition, a luscious velvet
wildflower tailored out of past high school sweethearts and adult
fantasies. My personal memories intercepted and made manipulative of my
Self. I was a fallen hotshot performance producer, a wandering comet clad
in black leather. Cornered in my mind, utterly confused, plagued with
doubt, she used my head as a revolving door. Her inner tyrant in command
gobbling all around her. From exuberant muse to Ms. Strangelove. She
wasn’t like most... referred to others only as beings. She was an
outsider in the dream.
Hide Inns &
Hangouts
Always
envious for attention, she liked to feel electrified; vying for the
limelight, seeking refuge in the city circuit: movie houses, night clubs,
media agencies, cafe bars, ecstasy raves, VIP crowds, parks, museums,
galleries, and after-hours underground... On streetwise boogie nights, we
strut the dark city neon towers. She wooed me as she cooed at the moon.
I had an incredulous amnesia about the whole Viperbite event that coupled
us. I was her as she was me as we were one twin Siamese. Paraphrasing St.
John the Walrus; we had metaphysically ‘Cum Together’. Just me and my foxy
shadow. An antihero and The She. Hooked on a Super Heroin suckling my
soul, eating my brain. The deeper I plowed into her dark wet jungle, the
steeper the vertigo crept over me. Everything sabotaged. I was infested,
like a swarming frenetic hive. A fevered explorer in uncharted
territories. My very nervous system, her entangled roots. Orchids are
also parasites.
Hi-jacked
Destinations
We
were riding a stream, although now I see it was a whirlpool. Against all
rationale, I was seduced by compassion. After crossing the great waters
back to the homeland, we wed in New Mexico during a major planetary
alignment. Then coincidence galore, Los Alamos burned! I’ve distinctly
noticed patterns between my surface movements & known underground
facilities, as well as important archaeological sites. The Y2K scare got
us all connected. Now our web wound world is a two-way mirror into the
collective human mind. Above & below the motherboard are hybrid operators
playing us like a video game. There we were off to the Mecca of
mainstream: Sunnyside L.A., an exotic newlywed Babylon couple with famous
neighbors and layback lifestyles. I jacked my trade as a beachside web
surfer & got her a gift, a color box with the image of a Hindu goddess,
the face of Kali... As she opened the tin lid, I pondered out loud what
the tongue stuck out could mean... then Koral’s big black eyes darted into
me and sternly warned:
“Danger!”
wwwhat it is...
A Taste for Blood Culture
– Natural Born Vampires
Drink the Spark of Life
Pump the Blood of Earth
Sync into the collective dream. A mainframe of
the mental environment. Besides the food we eat and the air we breathe,
we feed on impressions. Magazines, movies, music, television & Internet!
Raised on countless hours of TV... weaned on fantasy, jealousy, vengeance,
murder, melodrama and sheer stupidity. A video wall of Maya with mass
projections that incarnate ego, power and sex appeal for a sea of
multitudes with barely a world of their own. An energy emporium of the
senses. Here everything’s been preweighed and packaged... good, bad,
ugly... many refer to this as reality; most just call it ‘life’. Today’s
cities are like peoples minds… buzzing, segregated, contaminated,
compartmentalized schizophrenic hives. A terror ridden cannibalistic
subconscious gorged on flesh, violence and state approved brain numbing
alcohol. Fragmented mind puppets generating a horizontal fluoridated
feeding frenzy. Cars crowd the lanes like cells flux our veins for a fix
at the self-service pumps, man & machine guzzle liquid energy.
Slaves
to the reptile brain with a knack for black. Nevermind slasher films,
horror flicks & Satan cults... the shadow has taken center stage of the
collective conscious, or more appropriately it has completely stolen the
show. Darkness has become mainstream. The men in black are everywhere...
bizmen in power suits, authority uniforms and leather boots. Sex sales gun
barrels, silicon and wonderbras... Movie directors who obsess on these
themes are ceremoniously regarded & highly rewarded; an orgy of egos
trapped in a gameshow of fluttering fortune & fame.
All
the world’s a circus… Icon symbols are access keys to our thinking
sprees... Satan Claws shopping mauls… Remote control animal sacrifice… War
overkill live & on line… Serial murder TV... Boom box war drums…Video game
techno beats… A wasteland crystallized. Materialism spawns cancerous
technologies; copy-clone, control-own, thang fetish. Ideo-hierarchies
compromise human ethics thru greed, fear, guilt and complacency. The
obscure lure of desire is making People Want More.
A hell dwelling subliminal spell. The enchantment has gone
worldwide.
Zodiac People – Hi-Psy
Thrillers
Dark Idols for Mass Worship
Hollywood
knows the hunger of id. God spells of masked avengers. Identify that part
of the psyche which is the source of instinctive energy. Darkness
fascination. Admiration for the predator inside. A mimicry of night
prowler traits: Bat capes, snake skin, black cats, spider guise...
wwwow! it works...
Big Hits of the Soda-Pop*War-Biz
Primetime Targets
A Priesthood of Occult Persuaders
Multinationals
target the real thirst of minions... quenching emotions, designing
attitudes, gratifying self-service… Many artists comfortably sell out to
“the ‘Truth’ well spoken.” Others are kept in a state of
desperation... A food chain of secondary promises for parasitic agencies.
Most artists strive just to survive. Talent and the divine gift of
creativity have been harnessed and corralled into a star system which
censors or promotes according to its selfish interests. Potential
ambassadors of conscious evolution reduced to prostitutes of commercial
frenzy. Talent spins soap jingles, genius sales pitch multinationals. A
vanity fair of fashion ambition, arts competition, associative marketing &
neuro-linguistic psycho-babble. Homogenizing global economy for crass mass
consumption. Mediocrity defines cultural tendencies… usurping key
positions... sampling new blood... halting any climbers out of context...
monopolizing the so-called ‘Public Domain’ with expensive leasing & state
censorship... shunning pure water for cheap candy wine.
Everyone
loves the passion in a great performance. Major pop stars fallen from
grace in sex scandals and chemical waste. ‘The greatest love of
all’... ‘We are the world’... Self-esteem, Unity; these are the
enemies of darkness. What rules now is cynicism and separation. Gazing
mansions of pain, destroyed by demagogy, crucified by the paparazzi…
(Video
streaked the radio star/// Who’s emulating who?)
Primadonnas
and spicy girls ‘want it all’ with the prerogative to be fizzy,
fondling, titillating... So magically delicious! What was once hard core
is now soft porn and a major influence in young sex lives. Dark mascara &
wet vinyl lips. Appealing to our base drives and basic instincts.
s
Multi-Dimensional
murder?
The Hit
List is sourly long; most have died on the vine.
wwwhy? because...
Our Futures Elves
– Hollywood Initiates
Gods, Monsters & Media Moguls
<<<The Audience is Alienated>>>
The mass media are the jaws of the Dragon.
Setting world standard archetypes. Fueling the illusion, twisting emotions
and desires, manipulating sentimentality, propagating tendencies and
managing public opinion, blocking and exploiting true talent & energy on
frivolous or negatively oriented agendas. Most of the chosen few, the
postmod demi-gods, prostitute themselves with praise and approval from the
worshipping masses. Flocking hoards adore a multi-headed hydra beyond any
One’s control. Few think much of it because most are part of it. We feed
the beast.
As the silver screen sphinx projects our
collective world memory, masters of illusion with wicked imaginations
display tell-tale filmographys: friendly ETs, Nazis & tomb raiders,
dinosaur DNA, paranormal serials & Moses for kids. Relevantly, a
considerable number of influential classic ‘science-fiction’ films have
aliens with reptilian type skin and other reptoid features. Many cast and
crew have intriguing profiles as well. High societies circle science,
fantasy, religious truth and disinformation. But, behind the masquerade,
are they praying to God... or preying for Godzilla?
A
Political Sci-Fi Guess List
1.
Who beat one of these dreadful creatures to the California
governorship?
2.
Which of these large skulled villains is a leader of the Scientologists?
3. What
other famous Scientologist saves the world from evil aliens?
4. Which
film hero sparred by predators in a New York City underground base is on a
guest
list of the controversial ‘Bohemian Grove’ elite club?
5. Significantly,
which artist/designer of two of these space foes suffers from a sleeping
disorder called ‘Night Terror’?
6. Bonus!!
Name a politician who acts like a hard headed Klingon?
Some
think the Greys are humanity in the future. With today’s appetite for
hate, war and destruction, no doubt those little demons are what’s to come
of some. Co-producing a collective nightmare… A dream factory of drama,
fear, lust, killing, lies and crocodile tears.
Later
Gators!
Parallax Paradigms
(Or- A Trailer from ‘My Past-Life Opera’ :)
On
our first anniversary day, exactly 9 months after Koral began a
babysitting job for a Hollywood producer; I found a strange note... a
spell written with flowers names in Latin (?) As I reluctantly
caught on, she was gone...Checkmate. I’m now certain we were being used
for breeding or even extra-dimensional child rearing. If they can’t own
you, they clone you. The stinger was pulled and I left to drown bleeding
my heart & soul; beached, unplugged, houseless, placed under space time
quarantine, dizzy in a parade... a wild array of characters came & went. I
was being screened thru new ‘friends’ in black. In total irony; most
everyone I’d known, now quietly kept away.
The
9 month period of spiritual liberation that followed is the centerpiece of
my past life opera. The cold divorce note came midway, on September
10, 2001!!! The day after, I completely understood just how
intricately everything truly is connected. That entire period coincided
with a powerful ‘dream’ I’d had years before after intense Ayahuasca
experiences. In a hyperrealist vision I’d seen the same scenario, but from
above. There were 2 or 3 gigantic silver discs hovering over the Malibu
coastline. The disc shaped spaceships were simply there quietly
monitoring and managing the people below. Gradually it began to dawn on
me, I was fortunate to have gone absolutely bankrupt, I could have been
famous for all the wrong reasons. Towards the finale of my deliverance,
thru a phone call to the past in search of my hex’s whereabouts, I was
introduced to Cici, my recent companion, who was then living in Koral’s
former pad. Such bizarre serendipity…
©
‘KOU II’ from the I Ching Series By: Cristina Aconcha
UnCasting the Curse
- Our Alien Love Stories
The
first rays paint the dark, golden twilight floods the cave, a fuchsia
cloud sweeps away, it all seems clearer… I was another Me. Now
steady contemplation reveals the fading veil of a dying curse...
reconfirming the hard way about the dangers of venturing with entheogens,
psycho-tropics and playing with darkness. Something had figured me out
completely, and then took to putting me apart. As I gripped for focus, my
quest was neutralized. So, just how deep does the snake hole go?
I’ve
no doubt now that during my ventures with Ayahuasca and a host of other
power plants, something… somehow… got in. I couldn’t see full screen, my
vision was cluttered with blind spots and mirages. Koral was a
psychedelic experience so beautiful to behold, yet hazardous to swallow. A
trip gone bad before it barely began. Dancing shadows contorting before
the projector lens. A kaleidoscope with missing pieces. Inexplicably my
destiny’s scenarios shifted times pace.
Some
of the leading characters of my past life stages have been `recast` with
strikingly familiar physical characteristics and even similar karmic
relationships:
Carmina:
Actress, shamaness, jealous girlfriend -as- Sofi – Housekeeper
confident
Gabreal:
Circus wonder boy, musician, best friend -as- Cici: Actress, close
companion
A New ZENith
In the cinema of the soul, the observer watches
a multiplex of synchronistic I’s in parallel lives... There are so many
sides to this cosmic cube. I’ve recognized what seem to be different
facets of my Self projected in separate realities, yet we have become so
fragmented that we are unknown to our own selves. Each I is a different
face of the whole. Each facet defined by the observers’ interaction with
life.
Time
alone is timeless.
Another month passed and Cici came to visit. She was now living in a
countryside Buddhist retreat and with her stopover I discovered I was
intuitively learning Zazen! Still, in spite of my dedicated
meditation and the natural pyramid power, my terrible neck & back aches
continued and I was only too willing for Cici to practice her new Reiki
studies on me. The exhaustion from weeks of poor rest was chronic and
beckoning relief. Her fingertips were soothing and briefly I dozed to
sleep. To my dismay her twin image appeared hunched over my hips. A
double vision!! While one massaged my forehead, her double fondled my
foreskin with her roaming tongue and lips. Then like a cat burglar rushed
to lap up the scarce gushing liquid energy. I awoke howling in
impotence.
That
night alone, the inner presences counseled me once more: “Further
Self-Control.” It is of sublime relevance I conclude that as I
emptied myself of all the fury and the falseness, of the hurt and the
shame ... a vision shone my sight which I can only assume came from
‘inside’.. A legion of holy men in scarlet robes... they only said:
“For Giveness”.
We are only whole, when we are hallowed.
All Is For Giveness Sake.
©
wiz
“Truth
is a Diamond.”
(((Shine On)))
©
Wiz Kininigin
(a Pseudonym) is an Artist/Anthropologist.
©
Sex Dragon 2
is part of a real life testimony.
© 2007
All commercial rights of original texts reserved by the Author.
©
2007
All commercial rights of original images reserved by the Artists.
All media, celebrity &
product images courtesy of free source Google search engine.
This document is intended for Research and Education in the Public Domain.
E-mail: wizdom@kininigin.com
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