Homesick, Part 2

In the previous blog I mentioned that I had channeled something from beyond; something that inevitably became the cause of a deep depression and the feeling of homesickness. I had found a place I had been before, or where I had originated, or had some very special purpose. In any case, there was no way I could have known the things revealed to me during this brief period channeling. What follows is a short story I had written to preserve the account. I later had the same essay published in an obscure run of occult books published by Edgar Kerval and Transmutation Publishing. The story is as follows............................................................................................................ I had spent much of my life hiding in the shadow of the cross and its ignorance, until those life changing events come along and force you to give up, or grow up. Bouncing you off in a new direction like a rock off the windshield of your car as you speed down the interstate, your faced with the decisions that ultimately have lifelong impacts on you emotionally, physically, and most importantly spiritually. I could have easily given up, running back to my evangelical family who would have every known Biblical answer for my wayward thoughts and desires. But it would not be so, for I had lost all faith and hope in that paradigm of thought, and there was only one other direction that my rebellion would take me. So, I turned left at the crossroads, walking down a crooked path I had walked past numerous times. All my life I had been told where my salvation lied and the direction I was to go to achieve it. Never in my life had I thought I would summon the courage to turn my back on those lifelong beliefs, let alone turn down the dark path that had beckoned and taunted me since my teenage years. But I did, and it was down that Left-Handed Path I found true salvation. I discovered a world in which I could think for myself, answer my own questions, and discover new mysteries beyond those already known. And I could create. I had discovered my birthright, myself, my power, and my own Godhood. "We all have our starting points, paths, and limits of understanding. That is the reason we incarnate over numerous lifetimes; to learn all we can, to battle the reoccurring results of the choices made lifetimes beforehand, and to confront the new challenges presented to our spiritual growth in preparation for lives to come. Sounding like the very definition of karma, I believe it is only becomes karma for those destined to continue repeating the same old cycles without breaking them, life time after life time. For many, the cycles of ascension grow stagnate, becoming stuck in lifetimes of lies, fears, dogmas, old habits, and beliefs. But for those who have the courage to confront their institutionalized fears, karma becomes nothing more than a New Age cliché and a life situation that is scoffed at in the face of a well-seasoned magician. For beyond those fears lies a hidden key to breaking those lifetimes of repetition. A key, that once discovered, understood, and properly applied will open the one door to countless springs of knowledge and untold worlds from which they flow. A key by which future lifetimes may be created, changed, or even destroyed. That one key is the art of spirit evocation. My old ways of thinking and world perceptions have been cast to the wind, yet my knowledge of the Christian path, with Biblical knowledge intact, has become something of a badge of honor. A symbol and constant reminder of the pointless and barren path it had become once its purpose was fulfilled. That purpose being to understand the many points from which I could draw endless lines and conclusions, tying ancient history, cultures, their religions and practice with Biblical stories, the occult, goetic magick, and ultimately the endless lists of Spirits one may utilize in the Art of evocation. My humble beginnings being a modest book on ordinary Wicca, progressing rapidly in the last decade through establishing my own group, teaching, writing, practicing ceremonial magick, and finally calling upon the very demons I had once feared; summoning them one by one to reap the rewards of knowledge and to view the physical change each one brought in my life. And while this may all seem quite ordinary and wonderful to the astute occultist, by the time I am done with this piece there will be a few crying foul and labeling me a heretic. I realize there are endless wells of primal, and ancient knowledge upon which to lay the very foundations of our practice. One must not forget that we do indeed create through intent, thought, and applied will. It is by this means we transcend the world around us to manifest our desires on this plane. As well, one must realize we all can transcend current thoughts, traditions, and practices in search of those realms and worlds beyond that of the White Light Kabbalah traditions, or even (Lilith forbid) the Qliphothic realms of the Sitra Achra. Within the scope of a multi-dimensional universe, there are indeed innumerable possibilities for practice, discovery, and ascension. To explain a bit further at the risk of ruffling feathers, or worse, being labeled an armchair theorist, it would seem the largest trend among modern occultists would be that of resurrecting the old, rewriting the ancient, or descending as far down into the abyss as one may possibly go. While this is perfectly fine, and almost necessary to achieve before even considering other routes of enlightenment, I do believe a new frontier of transcendence and magical practice lies much closer ahead, upward, and beyond the perceptions of current trends in LHP thinking. Is there possibly a way up? Aside from the perceptions that “up” implies “white light”? Perhaps straight “up” from our own vantage point would land us in either a new universe, or new dimension, with new archetypes and deities never discovered? Any direction but that of the perceived downward path. Satan forbid we even entertain the thought that many of our own deities were in fact aliens, left over intelligences, or those who have crept in through the cracks from other worlds uninvited to set up shop and pollute our universe with their ways of operation. Perhaps we may discover the ancient deities of the aliens themselves? A melding of subtle New Age thought, ancient history, conspiracy, and evocation. The birthing of new practices and understandings beyond the limits of this now and our long-held notions of light and darkness. Often in our perceptions, we think we have reached the final limits of our understanding and become content to remain in that loop of practice, never venturing beyond or questioning the unseen boundaries further. The dark sorcerers and shamans working meticulously through each tunnel of the Adverse Tree, the White Light Kabbalists engrossed in their interpretations and ceremonial banter, household Pagans content with their home-made crafts and spiral dance socials. What lies beyond even these concepts? And who? As I said before, subtle clues, lines, and conclusions drawn from various paths as well as the revelation of numerous unknown entities and their sigils have led me to discover there is indeed more. In a world where the occultist understands the limitlessness of the universe, and his potential, do we really grasp the idea of limitlessness? When we refer to the “universe” as just that in our studies, we have already limited our perception, for there are an infinite number of physical universes. As well as their infinite parallel realities, and so forth. We simply cannot grasp or conceive “limitlessness”. But we may strive ever harder to touch the closest worlds just beyond our very own. Setting me on this course of heretical thinking was my love for ancient history and religion. It is in fact the very works of Zechariah Sichen on the Sumerian civilization, and reading the Book of Enoch that I first began to draw conclusions connecting ancient alien “gods” with the fallen Watchers. This in turn led to the discovery of the demon Azazel. Nothing has been the same since, I can assure you of that. And Azazel will forever be the one entity to whom I owe a multitude of thanks and appreciation. No other guiding force has had more of an impact on my life than His influence. And with that influence the torrents of ambition, creativity, knowledge, and miracles have not ceased. As well as the introduction to countless other deities, spirits, angels and demons who work in my life daily. When friends ask how my life is going I simply say, “It’s like cruising down a boulevard in your car at a steady pace, all the lights know you’re coming and they turn green one by one to greet you.” And they continue to do so without fail. A theory I have held for a while is the thought that the fallen Watchers could have been one of many alien races responsible for human life today. Azazel was among the leaders of the rebellion we are all familiar with, and He alone was blamed for the mutiny and subsequent fall of mankind. Laden with the sin of humans, he was chained in the wilderness to remain there until the judgment. The book of Enoch was quite clear in that their number was 200. Knowing how myths, ancient religions, archetypes, and demons have been created throughout the centuries by the creative writings of zealous scribes and historians, reading a story of the Anunnaki on one occasion caught my eye. Taken from Zechariah Sichen's book, The 12th Planet, Sichen relays the story of an elite force of “watchers”, or fighters, who were assigned different posts around the planet to watch over the infant human race created by the Anunnaki. They too numbered 200. These watchers also began to mingle with the human women and in turn gave birth to the race known as the Nephilim. A story that sounds all too familiar and parallels that of the fall of the angels in Enoch. In both accounts the “secrets of heaven” were divulged to mankind and eminent doom threatened the existence of man because of his wicked ways. The only difference between the two accounts being, the story of the Anunnaki was written upon clay tablets from what seemed like a firsthand account. The story told by Enoch is obviously from a mythical point of view. Adding to the mystery, the Book of Enoch was written in Hebrew, Greek, Latin, and Ethiopian. It is considered non-canonical, or an un-inspired work; thus, adding to its mythical value. This one example among numerous others opened a door of doubt for me. I began to doubt whether I was really talking to Azazel in my evocations, and to me this was a form of complete blasphemy. Was He simply a projection of my subconscious? Was I talking to the ascended spirit of an Anunnaki warrior? The math and the time lines really did not add up in the colossal size of planetary history or the perceived universe. Omniscient and omnipotent beings do not evolve in a matter of a few millennia. Or can they? At least this was my thought, when you consider as humans we perceive these beings as timeless, or having evolved before time. But then the true nature of these alien visitors was never really revealed by the Sumerians, other than they were humanoid much like us, revered as Gods, capable of incredible feats, and able to live tens of thousands of years. While the presence of Angels and Demons in my evocations are tangible, and miracles in my life undeniable, I could not help but wonder about the true nature of the entities I had been calling upon, and if they would indeed reveal this at all to me? I wondered if there were demons, angels, or spirits accessible to us beyond the event horizon of our own tiny solar system. Were there intelligences with correspondences to planets, stars, or even galaxies beyond ours and our current concepts of the constellations? The closest thing to come to mind would be the Star Game of the O9A and its serpentary correspondences. Thoughts of heresy I know, but my mind kept churning. With these thoughts in mind, much like the mysteries of mankind's own origins, I began to muse on the idea that among the many intelligences we sometimes contact there are indeed higher alien life forms that choose to interact with us; and in very much the same way we access entities through mental or physical evocation. Not “grays” or little green men, but beings of energy, intelligence, and power beyond our perceptions of the everyday Goetic forms of spirits we so often bestow with angelic, demonic, or deific qualities. I am guilty of assuming that once I had committed most of the Goetic demons and spirits to memory with details on their hierarchies, offices and categories; along with vast histories of archetypes and pantheons of Gods, there would be no need to seek anything, or any being beyond those boundaries. Until what I thought was a demon revealed itself to me one cold night in January of 2014. Sitting in my truck at work one night during one of the coldest winters here in the Northeast in decades, I was meditating as I usually did. Notebook on my lap, pen in hand, and subtle music softly playing from meditative selections on my phone; I descended into the spirals of consciousness that leave my head feeling as if it is clamped in a vise and being massaged simultaneously. My third eye throbbed as the swirling colors and forms slowly formed into the image of a group of stars. Now let me be clear here, I am no astronomer. I am a simple blue-collar union equipment operator with dreams of writing about, and teaching my passions on the occult. What I began to see in my mind was completely foreign to me. As the image became sharper it was clear it was a group of starts shining through a blue haze or mist. While the exact arrangement of the stars escapes me, the fact that they were stars and the feeling it was very far away was undeniable. That was just the simple gut feeling I had; very far away, and very, very ancient. As I gazed at the stars in the blue haze they began to spin slowly, mingling with the haze to form a strand that resembled a strip of film. Once this had taken shape it then twisted slightly into the familiar shape of a DNA strand. Mesmerized by all this I wanted to take notes but heard a voice tell me “stay, and observe”. I willed myself to stay focused on the strand of twisted blue stars until the image began to give way to that of a man with long jet-black hair, standing amid the flames of a fire. My intuition was that he was a shaman of some sort. As I gazed into his eyes, the image shifted once more to that of the image of two stone reliefs, one resembling an upright phallus between two stones. The other a diamond shaped image with a triangle in the middle. With the last image, I suddenly felt myself crash back to my body. Struggling to recall the images I frantically began to doodle the images and thoughts of my vision on the paper. As I did I began to wonder who the man was I had seen, and what importance there was in his appearance to me. It was then another image flickered in my mind; that of a sigil. Focusing on the image of the symbol I carefully began to draw what appeared to be a stick man being sucked into a funnel, his body bent outward as if pulling away from an unseen suction coming from the funnel. Odd to say the least. Upon drawing the sigil and gazing at it for a short while I heard a name boom forth from the recesses of my mind; Marabolus (Mar' ab' a' loos). I made the entries in my journal, packed my things away, and settled back in my seat for a nap. Over the course of the next four months I would receive nearly 20 different sigils for entities I had never conceived or heard of, as if I could literally see them everywhere and pluck them from the world around me. But that one very first sigil eluded my understanding. I showed it to my wife, and after careful contemplation she confirmed my thoughts by saying “It’s very, very ancient. Not from around here at all”. A silly stick figure to which I could only attribute a feeling of ancient mystery and the sense that it had come from a place so far away that it was likely to be considered coincidence by friends and peers.

In the following months, I would meditate on Marabolus in the evenings before bedtime, charging the sigil in the manner I would any other; the symbol's power sending shudders through my body each time I charged it. Its power and potential clearly evident, I decided to evoke whatever was waiting on the other side. As I sat before my altar, softly chanting the name Marabolus over and over, the symbol I had received flashed upon the candle lit parchment, and as if on cue I began receiving torrents of words and information I could barely decipher, let alone keep up with. Almost as if a megaphone were beside my head, only with the volume turned down far enough to barley make out the words. I scrambled for a pen and paper to write what I had received. “Your world is the result of our creative consciousness, and within your world you create and destroy as well. It is your birthright. You have been created by and through many of us. We are the overseers of your world and many more. There are gateways to these worlds you may learn; many hidden within your own occult and religious belief systems. Because we are the product of consciousness as well, we appear in the manner that you seek. Those images and thought patterns which resonate with your true self. We are the conscious product of innumerable worlds, and the thoughts of those worlds which you see manifesting periodically in your world in forms of creativity and innovation. Your spirit, linked with the one mind, knows all things. We appear to work singularly or as one entity in the life of a practitioner simply because those with understanding and force of will set their created thoughts in motion in a singular perception. Yet we are all beings of the same consciousness; thoughts are anticipated, created, and then manifested. Because we are linked in consciousness we appear as the deities the practitioner desires, anticipating a path and course of events for that practitioner, according to their higher Self's desires. If one is in tune with their higher self they will know this. If you are aware of this you will see that the depths of our consciousness is available to you. Conscious or unconscious, the best and worst imagined in all worlds may be realized and brought to life in your world. There is no Christ or devil. No good or evil. Only thought and creation (action). The depths of your awareness has not been realized, but only by a very few. There once were humans long ago who realized this potential. They fell into matter by giving in to fear. Misled by deeds of other races mingling with yours (Sumerian creation epic denotes extended periods of observation by others to be passed down long before human existence. Life on Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Uranus, Tiamat, etc. Adjoining and coexisting worlds), the ancient ones gave into lust and greed to fall from consciousness long ago just as humans did. When you call an entity into being, you have called only a minute fraction of the whole to align with your will, self, and purpose. Because of your limited capacity for understanding, we appear as energy forms you can comprehend. We have no beginning or end. Our existence is incomprehensible to you now. Much like the evolving collective consciousness of your race we are the product of that and all other races and consciousness that has existed in time and space, other galaxies, and other systems. While we appear as God's and all-powerful beings many of us are still becoming much like you. We continue to evolve, we appear to you in ways you can understand, we attempt to act in your life in ways that you can perceive. We have no names to speak out. We had been integrated into various belief systems and stories of your world; our consciousness manifested in the physical forms of others who have visited your world. We are and have been their gods, but there is no record of us from them, as they became your gods.” I sat speechless for what seemed like an hour, gazing at the flickering candles. My perceptions of my occult studies had just been obliterated and I felt as though I were regressing into some form of alien, New Age, warm and fuzzy White Light way of thinking. Never in my life had I received an influx of information all at once, and without asking. Tucking the notes neatly away in my journal, it would again be a few months before the final piece of the puzzle would reveal itself. Flipping through a social media site at work one day recently, I stumbled upon a thread discussing the possibility of multi universes. Following entries and threads on the post I stumbled upon a link to an essay simply titled “The Terra Papers” by Robert Morning Sky. Without going into detail, it is the long story and history of our galaxy, going millions of years beyond the writings of the Sumerians, and eventually leading up to the stories of the ancient Anunnaki and subsequent historical events on earth. You need only to Google “Terra Papers” and have some familiar knowledge of the writings of Zechariah Sichen and ancient history as it pertains to the myths of Middle Eastern pantheons and religions. Upon reading the essay my attention again shifted back to the sigil of Marabolus and its ancient alien feel. Never could I equate a method or symbol of evocation with a presumed “alien” intelligence. It still seemed so blasphemous to the established order of mainstream occult thinking. I grabbed a piece of paper and drew the sigil from memory, with a few slight variations. I focused upon the sigil, chanting its name softly. After a few seconds, the image flashed as it normally would in an evocation and I knew I would make conscious contact. I simply asked “Who are you? And where are you from?” Immediately It returned with “Tau Ceti. Number 4. “ Stunned, I opened my eyes. In my daily habits of abstinence, I have observed for years since beginning my occult studies, I rarely subject myself to influences of the mundane world. Water and coffee only, a common-sense diet, meditation music with a few favorite rock bands, the occasional action film, and absolutely no mainstream television what so ever (i.e. news, reality, prime time, sports). I had not watched a single Sci-Fi movie in months except for Thor, X-Men, or Total Recall, none of which remotely eluded to star systems aside from those of myth. Much less, that of Tau Ceti. I was second guessing what I was hearing, yet I knew it to be the voice of something other than my own inner monologue. Opening my computer and searching for an image of Tau-Ceti, I clicked an image that sent a confirmation shock wave through my body like no other. As I said before, I come from humble surroundings, and I do not perceive myself to gifted in any fashion. Yet what I was looking at was the most substantial confirmation of anything I had witnessed in my years of occult practice, beyond granted wishes and physical miracles. A proverbial bulls eye, for there in the very picture of the constellation group of Cetus, lay the nearly identical partial outline of the sigil I had received months earlier. Within this group, the star of Tau-Ceti, which is known to be like our own sun in many ways. Orbiting this sun are five known planets, one of which is designated planet “E”, and is known to be in the “habitable” zone of life for that system. Counting the sun of Tau-Ceti as “A” and counting, “E” would then be the fourth body, Tau-Ceti #4. There was no way on earth I would have known this information prior to receiving that sigil.

It is interesting to note, that in the weeks before this discovery I had summoned Lucifer. While meditating on His sigil I simply asked for a new path or material He could reveal to me that I may discover or write about. He plainly said, “There are two undiscovered worlds. One destroyed. One well hidden in plain sight. The path of the lost, Black Serpent.” “Where is it and how do I find it?” I asked. “It is not far.” And He was gone. Upon discovering the whereabouts of the constellation Cetus, I discovered Cetus was indeed a sea serpent in Greek mythology, having been slain by Perseus to free the princess Andromeda from Poseidon's wrath. Reminiscent of the first evil worlds created and destroyed before the current realms of the Qliphoth, the Infernal Empire of Azazel, or the other-dimensional “Old Empire” of Satan mentioned in the Terra Papers of Robert Morning Sky; it is a subject open to endless interpretations and possibilities. Could the worlds of Tau Ceti hold gateways to new dimensions and kingdoms much like the planets within our own solar system? If so, then what of other star systems as well? A question the adept should no doubt ponder. 12 light years away and out of the blue, an intelligence I myself had never experienced zeroed in on me for reasons yet unknown. As of the writing of this essay I had not physically evoked this intelligence, as it appears that simply charging its sigil and calling its name is sufficient to bring torrents of information and aligning probabilities to the practitioner. Going back to my heretical thoughts on moving beyond even the confined perceptions of current occult practice, I can easily say there is vast room for discovery in the realm of a marriage between occult thought and celestial life. Much in the way that philosophy has long argued mankind’s spiritual and social salvation lies within a marriage of the scientific and spiritual occult practices. And we should consider where the differences between channeling an intelligence or evoking one may come into play. Just when is it different? Aside from a physical manifestation? Which often may simply be considered a projection of the consciousness by many. I have both channeled and evoked its presence in a nonphysical manner, and have only begun to tap the surface of its potential. It is my hope that by introducing this single observation, the information, and experience so that others may begin to open a new paradigm where magick, celestial intelligence, and the occult meet, thus propelling humanity into a completely new age of understanding. Perhaps the words of Crowley go much deeper when he said, “Every man and every woman is a star.” As well as the age old axiom “as above, so below”, or the belief that the human body is indeed a model of the universe. We may indeed have our own true stars of origin, and from them we may reach heights never imagined. Brian Dempsey, February 2014

Homesick

The intervals between posting a blog and then returning to write another get longer and longer it seems. I just need to get used to writing daily. So much changed so quickly, so much vanished, and again the pendulum comes back with a vengeance. I noticed years ago that my life would ebb and flow with the changing seasons. Typically, after the winter solstice things begin to swing upward from the dark, cold, and barren winter days to the days of spring, warmth, and renewal. My life, emotions, and motivation to accomplish spiritual goals follow a different path. During the months between Imbolc and Litha, the pagan equivalents of Candlemas and the summer solstice respectively, my life seems to slow as if my energy has been drained. Just after the summer solstice I have always felt a renewed burst of creative thought, and the desire to once again dive into my rabbit hole of occult studies. I simply love it down there! Social media has been a world changing vehicle for news, advertising, meeting friends, and promoting rampant narcissism. I’m guilty of the last as are we all. I've had my Facebook now for almost a decade and I have friends from all over the world. Most of my friends that I interact with daily are those with whom I attended high school. I am closer people I never even hung out with in school, a testament to the power of social media. I graduated for a large high school in a rural part of central Florida, and most of my friends are Christian. I myself once waved the banner of the cross until I was forced to endure some life changing events which left me questioning everything I was ever taught about the universe. I harp on it too much sometimes and wear it like a badge of honor, but if you only knew how much I once feared God and an eternity in hell you’d understand. For me it was a great escape. And I don't mean that to insult others. I had a choice and I took it. Now, over twelve years since I took that fateful step to follow the Left-Hand Path I can honestly say I wouldn't change a thing. I'm not scared of the darkness, nor do I fear an eternity in hell. I have learned the cause and source of most people’s spiritual fears and I have moved past those things to view the universe in a very different way. Yet, like all humans I am not impervious to life’s trials and heartbreak. The biggest difference is that the trials seem to be a bit harder, and you must face them without the spiritual safety net of salvation. My occult spiritual path has been like an airplane that suddenly lost its crew and passengers and is headed straight to the ground. You can either jump, or learn to fly. It’s that simple. I chose the latter. I have so many stories I wish I could tell my friends but I try to keep a low profile on social media simply because I respect them and their faiths. Particularly Christians. If it is one thing Christianity did teach me it is to respect others. This characteristic and others carried over into my occult practices. I then learned most pagans and occultists have more respect and affection for other paths than you’d think. They're out there trust me. Back to the stories. Few know that for the last two and a half years I've suffered from severe depression. It was a combination of several things in my life, most notably opening a few occult doorways that overwhelmed me completely, drama and heartbreak with my children, stress, and a chemical imbalance as well. It became a nasty combination and culminated last summer with me lying in a fetal position on my bed as my wife begged to take me to the hospital. I refused, but promised to get help. I had already picked out the tree near my house to use as my escape from this world. I'm glad I didn't leave because I have more to do, and more to share. Group therapy, meds, and a lot of soul searching has brought me to the point I am at now; ready to rock and roll with my studies again, rewrite a book I published, publish my novel, and write another. It is as if a switch was turned on overnight, which is why I eluded to the ebb and flow of my life sometimes. For six months Ill shut down. No reading, writing, study. Nothing. Then as quickly as I stopped I crank back up and that is where I am right now. Much of it must do with the sun, moon, and stars and their cycles as well. That’s a topic for another time. I must go back, though, and explain those doorways which led to over two years of spiritual and emotional darkness. This is what I had contemplated sharing with my friends. I know a few of you think I am out there in left field and you're right. Politically and spiritually that's obvious from the pictures and music I post from time to time. That’s just a scratch on the surface really. It goes a bit deeper. Yet I have never wanted to be so blatant with my path and beliefs that I became a nuisance to everyone on social media, I've kept it to a minimum and I will continue to do that. Although there are times I want to share things, explain myself, express my deepest thoughts, or put others at ease. Sure, I know there are some who worry about me. There are some who think I worship the devil and I need to return to the safety of the cross. Don’t worry, I'm fine. There’s so much I could share but not here. And no, I don't think I am any better than anyone else for having made my own personal, spiritual discoveries. It isn't for everyone I agree. But just like a person who spent their entire life lost, a drug addict, an alcoholic, or just an asshole has his or her own testimony so do I. It’s a testament to how I found a way to free myself of fear, and the illusions of this mundane planet. So what door did I open? Well its funny. “Seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you”. No truer words have been spoken. At the end of 2013 and first part of 2014 I had entered a “zone” if you will. A place of super spiritual contemplation and confidence. Because of commitment and daily practice, I had begun to channel messages, pick symbols out of thin air, journal tons of notes, and begin writing my book. What had occurred to me happened over the course of several months, in separate meditations, providing clues that I later pieced together as a whole message. I was beyond flabbergasted to have received this information. For me it was personal, deep, and painful too. It was so intense I wrote a short article on the experience which a friend of mine, Edgar Kerval, published in small periodical called Qliphoth Opus. As a result, numerous people around the world read my story and I've made new friends. The occult community is a closely woven family of multiple and diverse paths, all interconnected and bound by foundational teachings and personal evolution. It runs deeper than you'll ever know. I had thought I’d just share the story on social media and post it. Then I remembered I have a blog-spot, I have tons of energy right now, and I need to write a bit more! So, I'm going to post the link here in this blog. For me it’s just one of the special moments in my spiritual path. Although it is directly tied to my deep depression. When I wrote the article, I had no idea how quickly I would spiral downward into darkness. Sure, go ahead and say, “well if you didn't dabble with dark things you shouldn't, then the devil wouldn't have made you so depressed”. I disagree. I never met the devil, Satan, his minions, or any other UEE’s (Unidentified Evil Entities :)). I found a missing part of myself. I found a place I'm certain I've been to before. I became depressed because I became homesick. Home is where the heart is, and I can’t tell you the depths of it. My wife can. So, in the next blog I'll detail the revelation and vision that sent me over the edge.

As the World Slips Away

With each passing day it seems my thoughts will one day become my undoing; decisive and calloused remarks that will either open the eyes of a few, or doom me to a lonely existence within my own world. No progress was ever made by pandering to the narrow perceptions of others, stroking another's ego, or avoiding conflict to escape inevitable persecution of your convictions. I'm growing tired and impatient as I watch the world crumble around me, and it's time I air my thoughts out. The world is quickly slipping from the grasp of the wise and valiant, and very quickly as many stand helplessly against tyranny that is growing day by day. Intermingled viewpoints, lack of knowledge, fear, justified faiths, personal convictions, independent agendas,cultural beliefs, and social behaviors intersect upon trillions of points of interaction among humans every second of the day; all of which continue upon infinite points of thought, emotions, and action. This mingling of endless energetic action among the people of the world results in a number of things; friction between opposing views, the attraction of similar or like minded views, positive or negative actions based on perceptions, and the ensuing thoughts derived from all of the former factors which become the ingredients comprising that spiritual landfill just beyond our perceptions; the astral plane. Here upon this plane, we scatter our mental “junk” about without ever knowing or understanding what we have done. Much like a saint sends up a prayer to be answered in days or even hours, so the hateful cynic or unbelieving skeptic casts their baneful ire into the aether only to be reflected back from the universe to the individual in the form of karma, a blessing, an answered prayer, or a completely horrible turn of events. Mix a sprinkle of doubt into a prayer of the faithful, and a bit of justified conviction on the part of the evil infidel, and we can see how even saint will never see a prayer answered and the most rotten people in the world seem to have a day full of blessings. It is through this simple understanding of universal laws of attraction and disharmony, the positive and negative, that many will often rationalize prayer and thought by saying “God answers prayer according to His will and in his own time”; we never once stop to think it was our own misguided will and thoughts that result in our own outcomes. We never stop to claim the fact that we ARE created in the image of the universal mind, or GOD. We ARE eternal, we CAN create our destinies, we CAN destroy our enemies, and we CAN define our futures through the power of a single, common thought with focused will. We may change our lives in this manner, and with enough people, linked in thought and conviction, the world would change over night. This is true magick, and the secret of the ancients. I often go on and on about where I had come from as a Christian, waving my banner of triumph proudly in the air like the child who jumped the fence in curiosity and made it to the other side safely, or the adventurous soul who crawled through a cave, and out the back side of the mountain having found treasures untold and an entirely undiscovered world. “I'm OK!” I've shouted over and over again. Yet, I hear the thoughts of many when they say “The devil has led you astray; I hope you find your way home again”. Some would call a prison home, it simply depends on one's perspective. Those social rejects and criminals who have spent life times in prison are said to become “institutionalized” over time, unable to leave the safety, structure, and confinement of a world they have grown accustomed to. Many will be released from their safe haven, only to purposely commit crimes in order to be returned to safety. The analogy to me is much like many who are warned against seeking greener pastures of knowledge, leaving the safety of the cross, or striking out on one's own in a seemingly humanistic endeavor against the “will of God”. An unfamiliar course is unveiled and for the first time your ship is left without the phantom you once perceived as the captain. You are now faced with a choice; to continue to let the illusion steer the helm, or grab it yourself and learn how to navigate the waters of the “abyss”. It never occurs to many who are content to stay within the confines of safe harbors that vast uncharted worlds lay just beyond the pass. Those worlds are the treasures of knowledge sought by the most ancient of sages, and shut up behind walls of lies and fear by those who seek to hoard such wisdom in lieu of control or profit. The world was once thought to be flat, and any other assumptions to the contrary I'm sure was met with penalties of heresy. The same goes for theories regarding the earth as the center of the solar system and that everything revolved around it, that matter could never change form, that man would never travel to space or to the depths of the sea, and that nothing beyond the sciences or philosophies of the 18th and 19th centuries could be discovered or proven; the lists are endless. And so, Christ will most assuredly return as presumed. Yet, Mithra, Osiris, Mohamed, Krishna, Baal, and countless others identical messiahs have yet to return, with many of their ancient cults and followers passing into oblivion; their forgotten stories becoming the religious fodder of the next new kingdom or empire. As a child I would willingly go against the wisdom of my parents to fulfill a selfish desire, for I thought I knew best. Upon reaping the consequences of my actions, my father would be quick to say “you should have known better”. In an attempt to expound upon such an analogy, I would say the same goes for much of Christianity. While many know their faith and dogma cannot possibly, rationally, or without exception account for the numerous mysteries confronting it, the faithful will heave themselves over cliffs and bridges to maintain the assurance that their soul will not be left behind when the roll is called “up yonder”, ignoring every conceivable possibility that there may lie just one answer to that one quandary outside of the Living Word. Finding a rational explanation to a question would certainly open the flood gates of doubt upon the seeker, and unleash torrents of the dark lord's demons into one's life. Shame on you. You have shackled yourself to the moorings of an empty faith, the pillars of doubt, and walls of complacency never to look upon the shores of mystery or knowledge. You can no longer fathom the idea that your own faith and religion bears the marks of ancient pagan lore; the Romans simply dressed it up a bit and gave Mithra a face lift. So for many I would say, “you should have known better.” Tea Partiers, gun hoarders, hillbillies, Republicans, wars on terror, rampant consumerism, capitalism, and the subduing of all Mother Nature's resources (because Christ will return before that last drop of oil is used), may all be traced back to the narrow minded, backward, anti “think for your self” propaganda of the American mainstream evangelical mindset. It is without a doubt, a cancerous disease that has led to the deception of the American people. Now, your civil liberties have been stripped, the homeless are growing in numbers, education is no longer a priority, and our society is being programmed to serve, obey, consume, and never utter a word of resistance. Its a trait derived straight from the patriarchal, monotheistic mindset of Christianity; never question, never doubt, never disobey, and never stray. You have become you own undoing, painting yourself into a corner. Do you wait for the rapture? Or engage the world as the creators you were endowed to be and seek the change you will and desire? I apologize. I should not direct my sarcasm at Christians in the way I do. My sarcasm is directed at the narrow minded views many hold, the dogmas of the faith, and the religious zealots who lack reason or intelligence; not at Christ. Christ, in every sense, was nearly comparable to a left handed, antinomian, rebellious mystic. He abhorred money, he disliked authority, he was against government, against the defilement of the temple, he fed the poor and chastised the rich, did without so others could have, admonished others to live simple lives, healed, and forgave the shortcomings of the lowly. These same things, most Christians will ignore, are often practiced by so called “witches” and heathens. Ive said it numerous times before; if your devil resembles everything else to you in this world outside of your dogmatic faith, then there is love, charity, hope, and kindness to be found in the adversary, for the evil world in which you reside is filled with evil people showing acts of love toward one another. Is not your God the epitome and essence of love? Then how is the adversary able to allow acts of love and kindness upon his domain of the earth? A Question you'll ponder for a while I'm sure. For the same reason you'll wonder how the adversary could also instigate war, hate, jealousy, and all other manner of sin if he could be capable of love too? Which leaves only one answer; our perceptions of what is good and what is evil have been misled, as well as out perceptions of God. Mankind is at the root of the evil in the world, for the same cause other humans are responsible for the good. It is a matter of control, understanding, wisdom, and peace within the mind, or the lack thereof. It is not a selfish act to think of one's self as independent, or capable of a thought contrary to biblical teaching. It is not even a humanistic characteristic, but a thought of becoming, growth, and ascension. Only when we question the established norms, and why those “norms” are placed about us do we begin to see the world of illusion crumble before our eyes, revealing a world we would otherwise remained ignorant of. You don't need the fears of committing a sin to keep you on the narrow path, only a moral compass. Even the heathen yogis and mystics of old walked a chaste and narrow path to higher awareness. Yours was never the first path to recognize the body as the temple, or that ethics and morals play heavily into ones decisions in life. Moral codes can be traced back to the first civilization and the Sumerian's, long before Christianity. It is perfectly conceivable to admonish a way of love and compassion as Christ did, without the interpolated stipulations and conditions of modern Christianity. Such conditions and dogmatic blinds were placed there so that you would only peer through them in curiosity, and do nothing more than ask forgiveness. Ripping the blinds from the window, opening it, and crawling through it is another matter entirely. There is no justifiable way to cling to such antiquated thinking,and embrace a broader view of the universe, or to begin to understand it, or even yourself in a way you would never have imagined; you're missing the greatest moment in time right now. While millions will interpret the awakening consciousness of humankind as the work of the devil to lead mankind astray, the mysteries of the universe will have slipped past you under the guise of evil. Cloaked in mystery and hidden well among the countless allegories of ancient wisdom, your rapture could very well amount to an alien abduction with people simply shifting vibrations at once and slipping into another universe, or the new kingdom on earth the result of a rebellious and fed up society against global corporate tyranny. The answers to your questions lie all about you; one must simply cast their fears aside and commit to a new course. The illusory captain has disappeared from the helm; will you grab the wheel and set a new heading?

Picking Up Strangers

I was awoken around 6 AM by the sound of a text message on my phone; it was my son telling me to be careful because everything was covered in a thin sheet of ice, including the back walkway. The dogs were already stirring, so I had no choice but to get up and take them outside. Walking down the third flight of stairs to the back door, I opened it to the darkness and the sound of freezing rain outside. As the dogs ran between my legs, I gingerly stepped over the back door mat, which usually soaks my bedroom slippers. Stepping over the mat I watched my 5 month old Boxer pup slide off the end of the walk into the muddy grass, as I did a half split on the ice myself upon planting my foot. What a nasty morning. The dogs finished quickly and we retreated back inside for dog treats, cereal, and a cup of java. My morning was all laid out; a bit of reading before 8 AM, a quick trip to the post office to mail some books, the bank, back home to can some excess deer meat for storage, and await the Steelers playoff game later. And yes, I’ve said my piece about professional sports and how it’s rigged, I simply don’t take to the social media sites with my on and off fan status any longer. I was pretty excited about the game though, and canning all afternoon. Lately I’ve been in dire need of different techniques to ground myself in this mundane world, one hobby being canning. I finished Adrian Cole’s “The Lucifer Experiment”, and discovered, much to my surprise, how well the story aligned with so many occult thoughts and ideas in my life at this moment. A mad scientist creates a machine, named LUCIFER that has the ability to read a subjects dreams and memories. The machine also allows numerous subjects to engage one another in a dream like landscape. The machine can also dredge up old skeletons, memories, and even nightmares. The unknown, the void, and references to an abyss were prevalent throughout the book. Using multiple subjects, Orwell (the mad man) was bent on establishing contact with “The Mind” of the universe, using the minds of the unknowing subjects to tap the knowledge of the universe; to become like God. Upon finishing the book, the Mind revealed It’s self as an indifferent force in the universe, and not an evil unknown as the subjects and hero had presumed. I was pleased to see it aligned with many of my recent thoughts, and even my book. Dressing and heading out the door for my errands, I gingerly maneuvered the icy sidewalk around the house to the truck, which itself had become encased in a cocoon of ice in the chilling rain. Allowing the heat to melt the ice on the windshield for a few minutes, I put the vehicle into 4 wheel drive, backed out, and headed up the street. Finding a few “slippy” spots (as Pittsburghers will say) along the neighborhood road, I made it to the stop sign at the top of the hill with ease. I would later hear that my neighbor was called to go into work but couldn’t make the hill and had to stay home. Thanks the gods for 4 wheel drive. Looking right I could see a few cars moving at a snail’s pace down the hill a few blocks away; the roads were really slick. With confidence in four new tires and all wheel drive I eased onto 885 and proceed into town. The two lane road wasn’t bad until I got to the entrance to the local junior college. Here, the road opens up into four lanes and I could see the evidence of churned up ice on the road from vehicles making turns at the red light; like slush rutted up in the middle of the lanes. The light turned red and I cautiously slowed to a stop, gazing at the next hill ahead of me as I waited on the light. The light turned green and I gently took off to ascend the next hill when I noticed two people walking toward me on the side of the road. Moving around 35 or 40 MPH, I moved far over into the center turn lane and slowed a bit in hopes I wouldn’t splash or spray them with my icy wash as I passed. The couple were bundled up and walking slowly back down the icy road toward the junior college, and they were wearing hospital scrubs, their thin jackets over their heads to shield their faces from the icy rain. “Certainly there can’t be any school today” I thought, assuming they might be students. And the hospital was near my house, yet another two miles up the road. They would certainly be frozen by the time they would have gotten there. I never pick up strangers anymore, and it had been a long time since I had. I had tried once to save a young girl stranded in the middle of the highway in my hometown, Plant City, Florida, as she walked down the middle of Interstate 4 with a horrific lightning storm quickly approaching. My daughter was with me so I knew I wouldn’t seem like a serial killer trying to pick up this young lady. She seemed no older than my daughter. I stopped, and began backing against the traffic to get her before the storm hit. She noticed me coming at her in reverse and quickly began running the opposite way, retreating to her broken vehicle. That was perhaps 6 or 7 years ago, and I hadn’t entertained the thought since. Passing the couple in the icy rain, something tugged at me and I slowed before the next light. “A ride to the college campus is only 10 minutes out of my morning” I thought, and it was indeed freezing outside. I quickly turned around in the road and head back to get them. Slowing in the middle lane and rolling my window down, I caught their sudden and surprised attention. “You guys need a ride?” I asked. “Oh my God would you?” the young girl said with a delighted expression. “WE just need to get to the college and to the bus stop. “Hop in I’ll take you down, it’s too cold to be out here walking around” She walked quickly walked across the road as her huge African friend followed. They climbed in, both giving a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Thank you! We just need to get to the bus stop. My friend here, Vince, got his car stuck on the ice and we had to leave it at a friend’s house” “You guys have school today?” I asked. “Oh no, we just left the hospital to go home, we work nights” she explained. “Then why go back to the college?” “That the closest bus stop; we can get a ride to Glassport from there.” “Oh, OK” I agreed, as we turned into the college. The road was much icier than the main road because of the lack of traffic. We rounded the bend and found the massive CCAC campus devoid of any life. Not a soul in sight and no buses either. Pulling up to the bus stop, and seeing a small building there to shield them from the rain, I felt better knowing I had gotten them this far. “When will your bus come?” I inquired. “Well, I’m not sure, we’ll have to wait on it I’m afraid. The last one was a few hours ago.” Feeling my heart sink, I couldn’t help but want to take them straight home; but I have also screwed myself by putting myself in such awkward positions. Just part of the lessons in life I had learned the hard way from simply being “too nice”. “Well, I have to run to the post office and bank. It may take thirty minutes or so, but I’ll run back by here on my way home. If your still here I’ll take you guys to home to Glassport.” I reassure them as they opened the doors and got out. “Thank You!” she said genuinely. “Yes, Thank you Sir” Vince said for the first time. They sat down on the bench in the overhang and I made my way back up the icy hill to the main road. As I rounded the corner there sat a metro bus, which had just turned into the college entrance and had done a u-turn. Sitting idly, the driver fumbling with his phone, I stopped and traversed the icy pavement to tell him about the kids I had just dropped off. “Hey there” he said politely. “ ‘Morning, I’m really glad to see you. I just dropped two kids off down the hill in front of the campus; they’re hoping to get a bus to Glassport. Any chance you’re going down there?” I asked with hopeful intent. His bright expression and inquisitive smile turned to a slight frown. “Sorry sir, I can’t. They just mad a public announcement on the radio about the roads. Local officials are telling everyone to stay home and they have cancelled some bus routes until later.” This explained the almost “ghost town” appearance of the neighborhood. Pittsburghers are pretty weather savvy, and are always prepared for the worst winter weather. It’s much easier to simply stay home, and they do. “I appreciate it bud, be safe then. Have a good day. Happy New Year” I said as I walked back to my XT. I did a u-turn over the divider strip at the red light and proceeded back down the hill to retrieve the two kids again. I pulled up to the bus stop, and they were gone. Then, I saw them huddled under an overhang much closer to the main entrance. Seeing me, they gingerly walked back up the icy walkway to the truck, holding each others arm to keep balance on the ice. “The bus isn’t coming guys” I said as I rolled the window down. “He’s sitting up at the light but won’t come down here. Looks like you’d be stuck here a while.” Climbing back in with a much more relieve expression on their faces, we headed back up the icy hill for the trek across the river, and over to Glassport; a mere 4 or five miles. We chatted and introduced ourselves properly (and even now I can’t remember the girl’s name. Vince was easy though; a rather large and built African young man, like a line backer). Crossing the slushy bridge over the Monongahela from Clariton, and turning left to Glassport, I dropped them off at two different intersections in town just blocks away. They both offered money and I refused; yet I saw the opportunity for a shameless book plug. “You wanna pay me back, just buy my book. It’s on Amazon” I said with a grin. “You’ll know it when you see it.” They had been eyeballing the pentagrams on my hands the entire ride, especially Vince. “Absolutley! We’ll check it out. There simply aren’t enough people like you in this world any more” they said as they each exited the truck. Feeling happy and relieved they were home safe, I made my way back over the Dravosburg Bridge to continue my errands. A long story I know. I had decided against sharing it because I felt a slight bit of guilt for doing so, as If I were patting myself on the back for some self serving purpose. This all happened Saturday morning, and I am just now writing it down a day later. Yet somehow there is a message in the story that begs to be told, even as I have become disenchanted and aggravated with the endless “look at me, look at me”, nosy, or competitive posts on Facebook. It has become a cancer and normal way of life for many. While I have cut my interaction back significantly, I have been guilty for my posts and rants none the less. Having finished my book which deals heavily in facing fears of the unknown and self transformation, and finishing “The Lucifer Experiment”, themes and ideas of how our choices affect the lives of others have been flowing through my mind in recent weeks. Theories and thoughts of how simple acts of kindness or hate constantly steer our paths and the paths of others in different directions; how we directly impact the lives of others and ourselves directly through daily thoughts, actions, and even words. I often think of the girl I tried to pick up that day in the middle of the interstate, as she ran the opposite direction. I could have persisted to gain her attention but simply felt that if she were that scared there was no use in trying. I will never know if she made it home safely. The same has happened with numerous occasions and people over the years. I still often wonder how their courses, as well as mine may have been altered for better of worse. The same for the two I picked up yesterday in the freezing rain. It’s not often in this day and age the circumstances allow for such a kind act. Acts of such kindness have resulted in the robbery, disappearance, and death of countless souls around the world, which is in it’s self is a lesson and essay for another time; at least as to why such things occur. Simply Google Neale Donald Walsch’s story of “The Little Soul and the Sun” (Can be found on numerous sites on the web) and you can gain enough perspective into the seemingly evil and counterproductive actions in our world, as well as those of selfless altruism. Such experiences on both ends of the spectrum are often simply well laid and predestined occurrences on the maps of our life’s journey. It is also why we often question the harsh moments in life without understanding why we must endure them. We would rather blame an external Bogeyman for the worst experiences, and give thanks to a humanized god for answered prayer, all the while never realizing we alone stand at the helm of our journeys. Again, a lesson for another time. So, I wanted to share that experience with everyone. It made my day knowing the two strangers I had met were home safe and warm. Having driven them safely across the river, I was confident they made it home in time to engage in actions that would have lasting and positive implications in their life’s journey. Had I simply continued on my way, the lasting ripples cast into the universe from that moment could have had life altering consequences as well; for the worse perhaps, especially in the icy weather— a slip on the ice, a broken leg, a sliding car out of control heading recklessly toward them. The possibilities are endless. I’m just glad I know I did the right thing.

Christmas Day Thoughts

As I sit here this morning, opening gifts with family, sipping spiced wine, and answering various texts and holiday wishes from family and friends, my mind goes wild with a million thoughts surrounding Christmas. Celebrated around the world in various forms or another, I can not help but think of the true origins of Christmas, its links to ancient pagan celebrations, the death of the sun and sun god, his resurrection, and how the fears of many around the world today obscure truth in many forms for fear of retribution. I think of impoverished families going without, war torn villages around the world, workers or service men spending holidays alone for the sake of corporate gain or military might. I think, in this moment, how as we wish for peace and good will for all of mankind within the safe confines of our homes and immediate families, the world around us still remains a dark and evil place. It will be, for one day it seems, as if time will stand still . How, for one day, we will believe, hope for, or accept that all is fine and dandy in the world when the notion of such an idea is the farthest from the truth. As we celebrate the birth of a saviour who would sacrifice everything for us, what sacrifices do we make this day for those who have nothing? As we exchange gifts, as corporations monitor profits over the past few weeks, or spoiled children and even adults pout over a gift they never received, I wonder what it would be like to reverse the idea of Christmas as we see it here in the western world? Or the world over for that matter. What if, simply for once, we could put our selfish desires aside and do something wonderful for a total stranger? Sure there are groups and organizations who make every possible effort to see that many families and children have a blessed holiday season, when they would otherwise do with out. As Governments, corporations, and wealthy elites seem to do everything in their power to prevent the smallest act of kindness from influencing a movement away from mass consumerism, why not make the holidays about others? What if for once, we all considered the less fortunate instead of ourselves? Good Samaritans are arrested for feeding the homeless, the homeless are driven from shelters and denied services that would enable a better way of life, families have benefits cut in the face of government cutbacks, school programs for underprivileged children abolished, fund raisers forbidden. The list of “bah humbugs” could go on forever. Yet, what if we simply accepted an idea that we as a people will change everything next year? Drastically. If, instead of allowing corporate media outlets (such as the web and television) to drive sales for items the general populace really doesn't need themselves, why don't we simply provide for others what they genuinely need? Like food, clothing, medicine, or perhaps even school courses,a job, or a book for a perfect stranger? Or better yet a bus pass? A library card? A bicycle? Things to enable and empower people when it seems the elite powers in the world would rob the less fortunate of every last bit of human dignity. Many will sit back and see the futility in such acts of kindness, believing the world is on a dead end course to Armageddon. Many believe they can do a small amount of good before they are delivered from this world by some divine second coming or alien invasion, leaving the rest to account for their lowly sins. Yet, we must live in the now, this moment, and realize we as a race hold the keys to “the second coming”. WE must become the dawning New Age through our actions and awaken the consciousness of love and acceptance that many Christ’s so passionately portrayed. We must forget our own wants and needs to consider the many, not just the few. So these were my thoughts this morning. Perhaps a new idea and extension of my rapidly expanding world? A new idea for a non-profit organization? A new idea for a massive movement? Perhaps. Lets simply take the time in the next eleven months to watch those in the world around us, and consider things that we may contribute to enable others, empower them, and change lives instead of contributing to our own material desires. Christmas doesn't have to only come once a year; it really should happen everyday. In our hearts, our thoughts, and actions. It is only by consciously awakening to the reality that WE can make drastic change in the world over night, that we can undo the evil that many men and organizations seek to dispense upon humankind. Acts of love, selflessness, and kindness can and will become the magick that saves us from certain destruction. We ARE God, we can change the world, we can heal the world, and we can rapture this world to a new plane of loving existence. Brightest Blessings to everyone this holiday season. Let us consider making it a bright day everyday hencforth, and especially for those who truly could benefit from our actions. "For what soever you shall sow, that also shall you reap."

Greetings to New Friends

I can hardly believe it has been over three years since my last post here. I actually forgot I had a blog, and was lucky to be able to access it once again. In thinking of ways to engage a slowly growing audience in the wake of releasing my first book, I thought it best to use this avenue to reach out, and share a few things about myself, and give a bit of background and insight into the book. The book is a sort of auto-biography detailing my slow evolution from a mindless, spiritual zombie to a fiery phoenix and avid occultist. While I recount many personal hurdles, trials, abandoning the Christian faith of my childhood, and even finding the love of a lifetime-I have also mixed in a bit of humour, cynicism, occult instruction, theory and philosophy. If you have ever doubted your Christian faith or even wished to glimpse the "other side", this book is for you. I have also gone to great lengths to discuss evil, and how our perceptions and fears shape what many would call our "Weltanschauung", or world view. Ditching my Christian faith in favour of a seemingly rebellious path has in many ways become a badge of honour. By doing so I came to face my fears of the unknown, and immediately began to understand that much of what we fear in the world is simply the product of indoctrination and of our own conscious creation. Many are unwilling to simply walk away from lifelong views and perceptions simply because another person says its ok. I was a prisoner of that trap once. Galatians 6:7-9 states: "Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. 8 Whoever sows to please their flesh, from the flesh will reap destruction; whoever sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." As a former Christian I understand the numerous scriptures warning against false prophets, being misled by the wicked, bearing false witness, etc. It is enough to make even those who have sat on the fence their entire life choose the easy way out. Yet, one would have to wonder at the numerous paradoxes found in everyday life; the ability of "unsaved" heathens to bestow acts of love and kindness upon others, seemingly heathen people who are happy and blessed, or even the witch or shaman who could heal another in a selfless act of charity. As the verse states " whoever sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life." We simply take for granted the scriptures tell us the one and only spirit we should please is God himself. Yet, if we look much deeper into the allegorical and hidden possibilities by placing our own spirit within the context of the scriptures, the meaning takes on an entirely new light. If we are created in the "image of God", could it not mean the spiritual image and not the physical? This would constitute our birthrights as creative and highly energetic, spiritual beings. While thoughts of evil and Satan would keep many locked into the status-quo of indoctrinated thinking, how then could many of the religious right justify acts of love, charity, and kindness on the part of the lost, heathen, so called diabolical or unsaved? Are the influences of Satan so limited in this world as to allow the unsaved and lost the ability to love and be selfless? This would equate to the influences of Satan himself being at least partially responsible for acts of charity among the countless lost souls in the world. A conundrum for the faithful for which they may be hard pressed to find answers. It is a situation that befits the descriptive phrase " all is not as it seems in this world", and that which challenges our conscious perceptions of reality. Perhaps it was the cryptic words of Christ which eluded to the deeper mysteries which he intended us to see and lie just below the surface of our perceptions; "If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace--but now it is hidden from your eyes." ( Luke 19:42) It has become my journey and cause to share these mysteries to those who have questions, doubts, and concerns. There will be no retribution, no hell, no judgement, and no separation from God or Spirit by questioning the world around you, or your faith. We were taught that God turned his back on us because of sin, causing a divide between God and mankind. As children of the Light we have that very Light within us; it never left. Our perceptions were divided by those who sought to control the masses through manipulating the scriptures, and feeding us lie upon lie. Within the darkness there is a light to be sought which hold the depths of understanding and wisdom. For without this darkness, there would be no Light, or the journey to behold it.

Keys to new age transition

I had a few things I wanted to share with everyone, and I also would like feed back with your thoughts and feelings as well. There many many things I begin writing but then toss them a side for fear of stepping on toes, offending people, or losing dear friends. I’m slowly coming to a point where those things just don’t matter much to me any more, not that I don’t care but because each and every one of us has a distinct right to be ones own self. So with this said I’m going to share a few things which are very simple, yet took me years to realize until one day last week in the midst of a documentary I was watching on Prophets of old.
For years I walked a mainstream religious path like everyone else in our society, yet I always longed for answers. Answers to questions my faith, my pastor, and my friends could not answer except to say “ you cant question what the Bible says. You must have faith and just believe”. My analytical mind and simple common sense just wouldn’t allow it, and In the midst of a dark time in my life I began a search which which has led me to meet amazing new friends and encounter some some pretty amazing circumstances. In the last decade I have gone literally from walking in darkness when I thought I was in the Light , to being in the Light when many believe I walk in darkness. A curious observation to say the least, but believe me when I say I have answered many of the questions that plagued me for many many years. I would love for more people to ask me how this all came about, and perhaps I should write a short book or screen play, but until then I promise many you are missing out on the grandest secrets this universe has to offer. You should ask me sometime.
Aside from that , Ill get to what I need to share, but it will take a bit because I am not a literary scholar nor professional writer. This is hard for me, as I really do suffer from extreme AADD. Ask my wife. And now to the point. Or question rather ; how often do you worry about the coming end of the current age? And when I say “age” I specifically mean such things as the Mayan calendar, 2012, doomsday prophecies, the second coming, or any thing in that range of subject. Seriously, I want to know. Do you ever stop to think of the scope and magnitude of such things, or do you relegate yourself to dogmas which confine your thoughts to a box of false security? Please forgive me if I seem to point to one particular faith or another, it is not my intention here to step on toes. I’m merely trying to spark interest or thought on a subject that I find great urgency in . And perhaps I may be wrong and others are right, but given much of what I know and what my heart tells me , I do not think I’m far from what I feel is truth.
Just stop and look around at what is going on. Wars rage around the world, economic problems plague nations, entire cultures starve, and climate changes abroad wreak havoc on many parts of the earth. And don’t tell me one book said this would all happen, because if you knew proper history you would know that many sages and seers down through the depths of time foretold such events would happen in our lifetime. Nostradamus, White Feather ( Hopi ) , and even other sacred writings belonging to other faiths have foretold the same era we are in, so no one can lay an exclusive claim to know what will really happen. The truth is, more sources point to this time period and not just the Bible. But if and when it happens what is the secret to entering the next age? I guess I should explain the age thing for many of my friends.
We are now leaving the Piscean age and entering the age of Aquarius. For many of you this is astrological gook and witchcraft, but it is scientific fact . Because the earth has a slight wobble in its axis, approximately one degree every 72 years, the sun appears to be stationed in a particular zodiac . A circle has 360 degrees, so about 26,0000 years are needed for the sun to “ proceed “ through the entire astrological belt. Each sign is marked by the beginning and ending of an age, lasting roughly 2166 years. Thus, as we have now nearly completed the transition from Pisces in astrological and scientific terms, we are now entering Aquarius. It is shown down through the ages that each age brings great change, and that many ages were filled with doom and darkness, yet the other half of the cycle is an uphill swing toward a time of peace and enlightenment. We are on the up hill swing, but its not going to be an easy transition. There are a few keys to this transition.
When we look at the broad scope of possibilities, from asteroids, alien encounters, mass earthquakes, cataclysmic weather phenomena, anything is possible, and no one person will be immune from its effects. And again many occult, native and christian seers have foretold many of the same things, just in different ways. There will be a huge change, I don’t think we can put one finger on a single disaster. I believe its the culminating effects of our lack of respect for mother earth , as well as the the devastating effects of a global or celestial catastrophe. There will be suffering. But here are some basic simple keys to transcend the coming changes, and it may be easier than you think.
I pulled my hair for years trying to understand the many ways we perceive the world around us. As a christian I couldn’t get past the ideas of why dinosaurs existed, why bones and civilizations older than creation existed, how other faiths were considered “ wrong “ and of the devil when many of its adherents were kind and loving, how non christian prayers were heard and answered, and how even many can be healed through simple thought. I challenge many of you to open your eyes, and realize the significance of what I’m about to share, given the times we are living in.
Think for a moment of all the cool things in our lives , around the world but more specifically here in America. We want for nothing. Yes we work and strive for it, but really, what else do we need? Water, food, clothing, a car, internet, a cell phone, news and music at your fingertips, computers, medicine. How much do you take for granted? How often do you stop to contemplate your very existence? Or the existence of others? The needs of others? I’m not talking about a simple act of kindness like holding a door open, or the usual daily courtesies, but what are others lacking in their lives that you may help to fill? What keeps you from doing so? And do you give, not expecting anything in return?
There is a saying in my faith, “ Do not forget to give, yet always give and forget”. My wife and I have a small maple tree in our backyard which has become a focal point of our weekly “ giving” rituals. We take left over foods, as well as freshly prepared fruits , bread, honey, and wine to the base of the tree and lay it on the ground. We give thanks for all we have received, smile, and return to the house. The next morning most of it has been eaten by the forest critters, or Ill see the birds happily indulging the next morning. There is no greater feeling. And without warning, the blessings continue to come my friends, more than ever so in my life!!! Yet I give freely, and the more I receive, the more I give thanks. I know to some of you , images of Cain and Able flash to your mind......ha ha!! Mine too! Yes, call me a tree huger, I don’t care in the least. I am blessed like anyone else, maybe even more so. So Ill ask a simple question and move on to some keys ; how is it many would perceive me to be of service to evil, when the devil isn’t even capable of love? Food for thought.
The next thing is to discuss all the wonderful things we have, and how you would do with out them. How often do you simply become still in your life and realize you need very little? Would you be happy with just four things? Divinity, food, water, and yourself. A monumental question for many. But think of how inoperable many are when their cell phone dies, or the car doesn’t start? I’m serious, some people have a complete meltdown. Not to mention much of our economic, financial, and social infrastructure hangs in the balance of having electricity and fuel, not to mention hoping there isn’t a solar flare of monstrous proportions which could wipe the very slate of our digital existence clean. So when it all comes down to it, if you lost everything tomorrow but your family and basic necessities like food and water, would you be happy?
Next point, how do you view others around you? Are you spiritual yet racist? You know you cant be both, but sadly many are justified in their thinking when it comes to this, even if they claim to be saved, spiritual, adept or not. Do you base your views on economical, musical, sexual, social, behavioral , or financial differences? If you were forced to help others or ask for help in the midst of losing everything, would bigotry and hatred for others dictate you actions in doing so?
I’m trying to explain the fact here, that if you lost everything tomorrow, will you allow your attachment to the material world, and your clouded social views of others leave you desolate? Believe me when I say there is so much more to this, but understanding this one concept is the key to the next age. Everyone must be on the same page, and all actions and feelings must be reciprocated with unconditional love and wise understanding. This goes beyond the current state of affairs in our world, but believe me when I say there are many Light workers among us who understand these simple fundamental views.
We are in the midst of massive ecological, social, and financial changes. If and when the nations, leaders, and people of this world begin to understand what so many occultists and philosophers have said for thousands of years, we will begin to see True Light. Ill admit, it is a riddle and cloaked in the secrets of our many faiths. But one must transcend the limitations of human interpretation , and the secret agendas of man to arrive at a heart felt truth. Certainly there are Divinely inspired works of literature out there, defining the boundaries of many faiths. Amid the myriad of interpretations and theological views, when we put aside Dogma, the agendas of man, bigotry, and attachment, there is an underlying truth that will unite and bind us all. Unconditional love .