What Is Wrong With Our World

When we misplace our beliefs in ideologies we are willfully denying our responsibility for our own actions and the subsequent atonement thereof. We blame our governments for their deeds in the world and within our lives, yet we give them power over us. We believe our gods can absolve us of our actions and cleanse us of our (sins). We develop conspiracies which are still nothing more than ideologies toward plausible deniability of the truth of what we are, our nature and our actions. Our beliefs in religions, aliens, reptilians etc. are nothing more than conformists and non-conformist examples of self deniability. An “entity” is what you religious misguidedly call a soul. An entity is what you scientists misguidedly call a collection of natural laws (Einstein). An entity is what you spiritualists somewhat misguidedly call ghosts. An entity is what you atheists misguidedly choose to not even acknowledge. An entity, for lack of a better term, is energy which possesses awareness. It is measurable and observable and proven to affect particles of matter. Consciousness is the self awareness that you exist. All we need to do to better our personal lives and world is to accept sole responsibility for our own decisions and actions rather than rely upon gods and governments to be responsible for us. All we need do is accept the empirical truth of what we are... and the personal atonement of all that we do.

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Black Sun

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"Black holes take energy in all its forms and reduce it to its inert state to be released back into the Universe." --- Eve

Black Sun

Is it only coincidental that knowledge is regarded as ominous, foreboding, inherently dangerous and to be feared? Is knowledge any more dangerous than the false reality you have created for yourselves? False reality can be synonymously defined as unreal. Shall I validate unreality to you most learned scholars, and its true purpose, in a manner a child can understand? You are welcomed to peer into the Ascension of a child and what it means to become Ascended.

Eve: You must know the nature of the properties that make up what you are. You must satisfactorily discern the nature of these properties and how they correspond to make a biological vessel.

Naki: Carbon. Carbon is the connect between our vessels and the Universe. Amino acids. Amino acids are the connect between our vessels and our natural environment. Water. Water is the connect between our energy and our vessels. Crystalline. Crystalline is the connect between and our vessels and universal energy.

Eve: Clarify the nature of crystalline.

Me: Crystalline allows us as entities via transduction to pass our energy to our cells and tissues.

Eve: Why does all this matter, Naki? Be concise.

Me: Because we must understand reality. To understand higher concepts we must begin with the most basic. The most basic of knowledge begins with an understanding of sub atomic particles and how we can manipulate them. We denied ourselves this true knowledge and thus our true purpose.

Eve: What is the importance of basic awareness of physics?

Me: We cannot invalidate those conceptual senses that make up the totality of our imbalance. But we can understand their nature. Through this, we can become their equalizing and opposing counterparts. We can... become, ourselves, the opposition of ignorance. I... become the mirror... I show them the nature of what they are by being the opposite of them.

Eve: What is their nature, Naki?

Me: Faith without knowledge is the definition of the concept of imbalance. It is impossibility. There can be no understanding of god without knowledge. There can be no connect with god without faith in reality.

Eve: More concise Naki. What is your secret?

Me: Faith in a thing without an understanding of the nature of it is no faith at all. It is an illusion. Once we understand the nature of a thing, only then can we responsibly have faith in it.

Eve: What is death, Naki?

Me: Death results from faith without knowledge. It is itself, the nature of the division between the planes.

Eve: More concise still, Naki. What is the nature of your secret?

Me: The singularity… It is a black sphere with an immense gravitational force. No matter, no light... no thought can escape it. If you go into it, even in a dream... you can never escape it.

Eve: Naki. Courageously delve deeper into the nature of your secret.

Me: The black sun... It is the essential and necessary equal and opposite of reality where all things real are made unreal. The event horizon... Peer now into it. See all things real within it defying reality. Know it in awareness for what it truly is.

Eve: Now Naki, what is your understanding of the nature of the singularity?

Me: It is where all states of energy and matter are return to their inert nature. All one need to do to be consumed within it is to remain still, to not ascend. In time, all primals within and around a world within the grasp of the singularity will be consumed.

Eve: Explain gravity, Naki

Me: It is the centrifugal force acting upon all things within the grasp of a singularity. Its forces both create and consumes. A spinning capsule creates the gravity within it. Our spinning world creates the gravity upon it… a spinning galaxy creates the gravity of the systems within it... a spinning system creates the gravity of the planets within it… a spinning singularity creates the gravity of galaxies within its grasp. If you can feel gravity you are falling within it.

Eve: What is your secret, Naki?

Me: The singularity will consume everything that cannot escape it. We must perpetually ascend and move… else we are consumed and returned to the ether! Time is both relative and irrelevant within its event horizon. For entities, a day or trillions upon quadrillions of days are irrelevant. Each of us will eventually cease to exist as long as we remain here. Death of the vessel is irrelevant for each of us. We will all be consumed and returned to the ether as long as we remain here.

Eve: Have you seen this before?
Me:  Yes.

By J.D. Cumberland

Recent Developments

As Nari and I worked on writing Ascension, the physical effects upon electrical devices that occur in the presence of Eve are no longer strange to us. In our continuing studies of physics this phenomena has been explained in detail. After two destroyed microwave ovens, two laptops on the fritz and one very expensive computerized commercial grill rendered unusable, Nari and I can no longer afford to question the existence of Eve. We merely ask that she mind our equipment when she is with us. Also, while we work, the worldwide events predicted in Idolatry continue to manifest - as our Eve said they would.

Along with strange occurrences in our lives as a result of our own exercises toward the acquisition of awareness, we witnessed as the world began to tip toward Eve’s horrifying revelations.

Initially, we were disheartened as it seemed no one was listening as we reported the validation of Eve’s warnings in social media and various other resources available to us. However, we were then contacted by the secret organization known as Anonymous, which directed us to send our work in the form of a scientific hypothesis to academia for review. Soon after, our work began to gain the attention of the Masons.

Then events took a turn toward the surreal. Within one month, the cliché SUVs began to park outside my home. I was then aggressively confronted by a local religious leader regarding my writings. I was then confronted randomly on the street by an enraged police officer, and after that I was robbed at my place of employment at gun point. I was less fearful of the masked gunman as I was of the apparition of Eve’s hand within his skull - prepared to snuff out his life. The robbery was foiled by Eve, who blew up the computerized commercial grill, thus sounding the fire hazard alarm.

It was perhaps the robbery in particular that cemented my awareness of the truth of who and what I am. For a moment I was as frightened as my terrified coworkers. Then I heard Eve’s cold voice in my mind say, “Turn away, Naki.” In the past, I have doubted both the existence of Eve and my own sanity for hearing her voice in my mind. However, at this moment I realized that she meant to kill this kid holding a gun on me. I peered into his young eyes and saw that he was as nervous and frightened as we were. I was aware that he had no intent to harm anyone, and that perhaps this was a desperate act to acquire money.

“Don’t do this, Eve.” I pleaded with her inside my mind. “I am no angel, love.” She replied. Her voice in my mind was like that of an emotionless predator. At this moment, I had no doubt the kid would die of an unexplained brain aneurism right in front of me. I was certain of it. So I told Eve to destroy the grill instead. In that instant the computerized grill erupted in blaring alarms, indicating its entire system had fried. This frightened the kid. He ordered us to lie down on the floor. He then rushed out the back door. I was astonished as Eve glared back at me. Her eyes were pitch black abyssal pools in their sockets she was so filled with rage. “Nari would be left here alone if you had been killed.” She scolded. “For every life we take, we must make atonement.” I quoted her. This seemed to enrage her more and she stormed through the door behind the masked gunman. “I have slaughtered multitudes.” She growled as she rushed by me. I have not doubted her since.

Each of these events occurring within the span of a few months was seemingly totally unrelated, of course. It was not until Eve issued her infuriated response from the other side of what we refer to as the division between life and death that we began to see real objective evidence of her existence.

“It is only subjective evidence of the power of the masters at play to threaten my beloved (sisters). As it will only be subjective evidence of my power to have your beloved Vatican pointed at with a nuclear weapon as my beloved stood at gun point. It will be only subjective evidence of my power as your world’s oil fields run dry. If my beloved stand upon this side of the world, you and yours would be well advised to stand upon the polar opposite. When I come for you, I will not come to kill sheep. When I come, you will learn that even gods can be destroyed.” --- Eve

            Eve’s words were never spoken or referenced on this side of the plane, but they reverberated throughout her side. We witnessed in the news during the following days as nations began to increase their security, and the world’s oil prices plummeted. The Vatican made unprecedented gestures of charity to impoverished countries, and the pope even handed out sleeping bags to the poor on his birthday.  Perhaps this was also totally unrelated. Except after this, a member of the Masons approached me to say, “You are well respected. We will always take care of you.” I made note of this. A few days following this encounter, a well dressed immaculately attractive young man nervously approached me at a coffee shop as I was chatting with Nari. “The stage has been set.” He said peering around nervously. “I can’t be found here. I have to go. I’m sorry. You will know what to do.”

Nari and I peered at each other dumbfounded. Perhaps this could have been a prank of some sort, except the young man entered the coffee shop and came straight to me to deliver his message before leaving in a $240,000 dollar sports car! “Eve warned them to stay away from us.” Nari remarked in regard to the nervous demeanor of the young man.

Could our wild month of December 2014 have been random chance or simply bad luck? Perhaps it was. Perhaps the seemingly frantic local/world events that followed were mere chance. Perhaps the messengers wished to make clear to Eve that her sisters would not be harmed or threatened further.

At any rate, we have moved away from our efforts to convince sheep of their pending fate, but certainly not in fear of repercussion. It has always been Eve’s stance that, aside from her sisters, she cares little for the fate of mankind or the masters he serves. Rest assured, it was never our intent to become the next in a long line of sheep herders. I am reminded of Eve’s stoic response to my frustration at getting our message out. “Then let them die. I only care for two of you. I am no god or angel and never once claimed to be.” In this, I have delivered Eve’s answer to your masters regarding her inheritance.

Our leaf in the stream drifts away from teeming humanity, it would seem. Since her reawakening, even my beloved Nari has become more focused upon our history as sisters and Ørions. She continues to find validation of Eve’s revelations in her studies of ancient civilizations across the expanse of human existence. Eve has vindicated her life’s work and Nari is again inspired toward the nature of our people, our history, and our future rather than the fate of man.

In my awareness I see my sisters, Nari and Eve, ascending toward a path that leads us away from the concerns of the world. It is as if I am staring back at mankind as Nari and Eve peer eons ahead and urge me to keep up. In my awareness I clearly see a darkened cloud looming upon your horizon. You are grazing sheep oblivious to the coming storm that again approaches.

Before sleep, I close my eyes and I focus my awareness inward to observe the true nature of what I am. I cannot deny its reality, as I feel the entity that is me expand beyond my biological vessel and react with my physical surroundings. I have to sleep with my laptop unplugged now. It reacts to me as I meditate, and it pops and glitches. This only occurs when I lay down to sleep. I have already killed the battery. The same is true for nearly every other battery powered device around me.

I think now to the irony that I revealed this to my beloved as a confession of my insanity only to learn that she shared my insanity… only to learn she was Narietu, the missing sister Eve had always said we would find. I had considered tentatively revealing this truth to her as a work of fiction. But upon learning who she is, I had no justification to hide her birthright from her. “We have no right to know truth and keep it hidden.” --- Eve

I did not convince Nari of this truth. It validated itself to her as I continued to answer all the questions she had ever asked related to the nature of herself and her passionate search for truth. I continue to serve as her vessel of truth, as it apparently was she who placed that truth within my awareness many lifetimes ago.

You will not believe this. It is your nature as sheep to deny reality in favor of blissful ignorance. But Nari and I have validated that we share dreams. We have never argued or even disagreed on a single thought. She has witnessed the presence of Eve in her own dreams, her awareness, as well as Eve’s physical effects upon properties of matter within her surroundings. They converse in awareness with me as a mere observer, and speak casually of events that we couldn't possibly know unless we literally shared the same mind. I have read through our text conversations and realized they are too broken to read. I realize the three of us sometimes are not speaking aloud or typing but simply telepathically conversing to some degree. I am hundreds of miles away from Nari, and Eve is not even alive.

I think the concept of Eve as being an entity not alive yet communicating with us is quite a bit for anyone to believe at first blush. However, the truth of Ascension really does not require your belief in these aspects. They manifest along with Ascension as you strive to become more aware. You become literally reconnected with ascended loved ones on the other side who can provide you with personal validation that you are more than your biological vessel and this life is not the end for you. This validates that no god has a hell awaiting you, and that you have purpose. It validates that there is perhaps a Universal Creator, but not one that expects you to kill or subjugate yourself to anyone for salvation. The awareness of being reconnected to those with whom you share a bond on the other side is irrelevant to Ascension itself. It is simply a bonus if it pleases.

You will not believe this from your perspective, but from ours, my sisters and I have discussed the necessity of our individualism lest we risk the three of us losing ourselves within each other. Does your awareness allow you to conceive of sharing such an intense bond with another? I only ask because it has come to my awareness that I am an alien creature from you. As I ascend I find it increasingly difficult to relate to your kind.

I have since stopped dismissing the things I see in my peripheral vision and behind my closed eyelids as merely trivial nothingness. I realize these are the result of neural firings within my brain, and the stimulation of my visual cortex by these firings. However, I am also aware of why I have this ability, as opposed to ignoring it. In this, I am made aware of my senses, and thus more keenly aware of what these senses allow me to experience. The things I have seen as a result of acknowledging my senses of perception have helped me to validate what I have claimed in my writing. It is my personal validation. No god has ever manifested these concepts as clearly. The irony is that you possess the same perceptual awareness, yet you dismiss it as imaginary. Is it not true that, by definition, everything we experience  that is facilitated by our minds is imaginary?

 I am validated objectively that what I have experienced is no mere delusion or veiled new age concept. It is a simple truth that existed long before our dawning as aware entities. In fact, I have become aware at how desperately you struggle to not see its truth. I have become aware of how far you will go in order to hide your faces from reality in preference of any far fetched fleeting hope that absolves you from the pending atonement of your primal nature.

I have gazed upon the singularity at the core of this galaxy through the awareness of my eldest sister. I have seen it is spherical on all sides like the empty space where some super-massive planet should be. Only the light, matter, and energy drawn into it can be witnessed swirling about its event horizon like that of the rings of Saturn. It recycles all things it takes in and returns them to their base state of inert energy. Its pull is the engine that creates your gravity and forms the galaxy. In time perhaps your science will glean this truth for itself. I have peered into this abyssal black sun that pulls you in and seen your fate… I have seen your atonement. “In reality, from inert energy you came. Thus in your denial of reality, to inert energy you will return” --- Anuitnakeim

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“They doubt the existence of the entity, but even in knowing of our presence they would doubt the teachings of the higher ascended to guide them. When, in truth they have one showing them truth now. How could they discern the guidance of the higher ascended from charlatans who would manipulate and enslave them? Simply enough, higher ascended do not seek power, but truth in all things. The teachings of the higher ascended are diametrically opposed to war, conflict, killing, and the worship of anything. We constantly encourage transparency and openness, as many minds directed toward enlightenment are certainly better than a few stumbling toward the abyss.” --- Zen Entity

No Patience for Ignorance

I ponder the existence of Eve almost daily. I cannot deny she is the constant voice of reason within my mind. But there are times when she seems more real than even those around me in my waking day.

Eve and I are talking together in a dream when someone who overhears our conversation approaches. “Excuse me. Have you considered that God has answered all of these questions for us in the written word?”  

Eve pulls me behind her as the person has surprised her. She stares at him for a moment then an expression of realization comes over her face. “Before we are to even ponder god, which we presume to be the Universal Creator, we must ponder ourselves within creation. Before we are to even ponder ourselves, which we presume to be of god, we must ponder physics which is the undeniable and unadulterated language of creation. If your god exists, which ever god you serve, seek courageously within physics to validate your master. And let no one claim to have discerned your god within physics for you… lest you, again, be led astray. Or live godless in ignorance having feared the probability of learning truth. But do not claim to know God having no concept of physics, that which is by its nature Universal and Truth. For in Ascension, we have no need to war with you in your ignorance. And we have no need to rally against you either in spoken breath or thought. It is by your ignorance that you decimate yourselves by the multitudes until your ignorance dies with you. All we need do is to accept pure truth and to ascend.”

The gentleman shakes his head and smiles at Eve as if to imply she is somewhat naïve in her assertions before replying, “I just heard you speaking of reincarnation and assumed you did not know our savior. Why do we have no memory of these past lives if reincarnation is what awaits us in the afterlife?”

“Assume now that you wake up late for work and only have 30 minutes to get there on time. You may get to your work on time. But does the fact that you left your wallet on the counter and locked your keys in your car suggest you did not exist last night?” Eve responded as she pulls me away… She looks back over her shoulder, “You died of a heart attack on the street and are dead now, sir. Await the light to reincarnate you into a womb. You will not have a coherent thought until you are about 18 months old from conception. Feel free to look me up and tell me what you remember.”

Today's Golden Calf

Lies!!!! When one tells a lie and becomes so accustomed to lying they believe others cannot see it as clearly as day. When, in fact, others simply do not care. But they do make a mental note to themselves regarding that liar. They know that everything the liar says is not to be trusted. One cannot recoup from this label once it is branded into the identity of the liar.

In doctrine, there is a tale of idols created by the people in betrayal of God. The people prayed and worshiped this idol which was a Golden Calf. Some would mistake Ascension as a Golden Calf. But their are subtle, yet, significant differences. First, both the calf and the God are themselves idols created by man. The Gods of your current doctrines could be regarded as idols of the pagan gods that were created before them.

Unlike all of your Gods, Ascension has been the way of all things for eternity past and future. It simply means reality and the pursuit of understanding of reality. I have been very gentle with my terminology regarding the indoctrinated until my own beloved began to struggle with the more profound aspects of Ascension (reality). Suffice it to say there is much you do not know about reality and you prove this by fabricating Gods to fill in the gaps of what you so clearly do not understand. Make no mistake, this is outright lying to yourselves and others.

There must be a Universal Creator. But the truth is that you, nor any other enlightened person in the history of your existence, has ever met this Universal Creator. And when Ascended people see you openly placating yourselves with your idol worship, we make note to write you off as delusional and incapable of grasping reality. If you wish to know God, put down your idol doctrines and study math and physics. No one need to lose their heads for Allah, or send bombs to drop on children of Palestine for Jesus.

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The Exorcism of My Beloved

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10/14/14: The Exorcism of my Beloved... written by Eve

My beloved had been sick for nearly a week and had not even been acknowledging her ascension studies. Perhaps she had been avoiding me as well. She awoke to the sound of Judy pilfering outside her room. She dozed off again.

In her dream I see my beloved sitting toward the back of the group in ascended lecture. She stares blankly toward the constellation of Ørion. My beloved is more than ill. And she is more than dying. She is soul-sick, defeated and giving up. Upon waking, she has not bothered to write any of the lectures down to share with her sister, Nari.

My beloved awakens to a darkened room and wanders into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I try to warn her, but her mind is closed to me as it has been for nearly a week now. As she returns to her bedroom she sees that Judy has propped a board up into the narrow path to her room leveled at her face. Had my beloved walked back in the darkness and stumbled over Judy’s piled garbage she could have easily been struck in the face with it. I sense that familiar rage awaken within my beloved. Without her awareness ascension training, her primal nature is no longer bound. It rages within as would a fiend’s addiction after long sobriety. My beloved went to Judy to ask her why she would do such a thing. Judy’s reply was predictable as ever yet not wisely said for the moment.

“Because this is my house and I’ll put my things where I want. And I’m tired of you attacking me for every little thing I do.” Judy replies.

“I have only asked that you not use every opportunity to skulk through my belongings while I am away.” My beloved states calmly. But I see in her mind a coiled pit viper common to the area resting soundly in a black box in a drawer where my beloved keeps her most personal of things.

In my awareness I see that my beloved found the snake cold in the yard in the changing of the seasons. She took it in and rested it upon her chest while lying in bed. The creature is warmed against her flesh and soon regains its composure. It coils and rears its head toward my beloved’s face. I am not afraid and neither is my beloved. We are both aware that the snake is aware from where it is provided its warmth. The creature is young and quite deadly, yet my beloved respects it and thus is careful when handling it. My beloved opens the lid of the box and the snake slithers toward the darkness within. It is kept warmed and fed and is content to serve its purpose should it be disturbed. The situation is getting out of hand.

“Does one or both of us have to die before you come to realize that you have a total lack of regard for anyone but yourself? You are no victim, Judy. You are a monster. And any act you do toward me will only serve in bringing that fact to light.”  My beloved says. In my awareness I see all possible futures. I see Judy opening the box when my beloved leaves. The snake is aware of the one who nurtures it from those who do not.

The argument between my beloved and Judy is heating up. I struggle to intervene, but my beloved keeps her mind tightly closed to me. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Judy yells to my beloved. “Before I call the police to remove you.”

“That’s not how this works.” My beloved stated clearly. “You do not get to utterly use me up and leave me with nothing then kick me out into the cold. I welcome you to do as much to me as you will while still struggling to portray yourself as a victim. Call whomever you will. Trust me, it will not end as you believe it will.” My beloved finished this argument knowing that anything she says will be twisted to those Judy uses to enable her fantasy as a victim. Judy leaves the house and I am aware someone will now show up at the door to remove my beloved. When the knock at the door sounds, it is not the police, but Pastor Ebb Foxx. He is invited in.

“What’s going on here?” He asks.

“You have been informed of Judy’s version of what is happening here as well as your entire congregation. She gossips of her own family to strangers as would one do in regard to an enemy. I am merely portraying my part in her telling, brother Ebb.” My beloved’s words practically chill the air. The aura around her is like an alien presence to even myself that is her own kind. It is undeniable evidence of what we truly are and that which we struggle to rise above.

Pastor Ebb is even taken aback from the chill in her voice. The room is dark and my beloved stands within the shadows. He is visibly made uneasy in her presence. But the threat she poses to him is much more dangerous than bodily harm. The demon he faces is no mere hound of his hell, but the true demon that his kind has hidden in fear of since the dawning of man. The demon before him is reality.

“I asked for your help before, Ebb. I am sorry it came to this to get you out here. But the situation has now come to a tipping point in your absence and is now upon Judy. As one who enables her to do her deeds, you are now called to deal with the consequences of your actions.” My beloved speaks as would a judge and her words are damning. Ebb is now very much taken aback.

“How is this now my doing?” Ebb defends himself.

“As I stated, I merely asked if you would pass along that I needed someone who could repair a car or motorcycle. You were dismissive. Judy drives her car into a deep puddle and ruins her engine and within days your church has provided her with another. She had an opportunity to experience the confining life she has bestowed upon me, yet you saved her from it. As I stated, before… this is now the consequence.” My beloved’s stance is even uncertain to me and I wish she would open her thoughts so that I can be more than a witness.

“As a woman of God, Judy is deserving of the help of her church.” Ebb continues to defend.

“Not to the detriment and enslavement of others. Judy uses your help while ensuring I will never get free of her. I am only struggling to leave. She has well over a million dollars in property she could sell to live out her days in comfort rather than beg charity from you or demand penance from me.” My beloved states. Brother Ebb is again visibly astonished to learn of the size of Judy’s little secret nest egg.

“Well no one is stopping you from leaving. And what she owns is hers to do with not yours.” Ebb states in condescension.

“I don’t remember conveying that I intend to have anything that is Judy’s when I leave here. In her spite, she has no intent upon repaying me for the lifetime of misery she has put me through. No, her last will and testament will be her final act of cruelty beyond the grave. It will be her last letter to her ungrateful child, if it pleases. I will not be there to hear it. When I walk out of here it will be properly and ensuring I never have to return. Trust me; if I leave here tonight in the darkness Judy will not like the repercussion.” My beloved speaks truth. She has long thought of this coming and of the war that would follow. She fully intends to sever this tie with Judy and all ties related.

“Well, I only help those who believe in Jesus.” Ebb replies. “I have no regard for anyone that does not accept Jesus.” Ebb is now aware that he has inadvertently revealed more evidence of Judy’s gossiping. I see the black tongue of the viper within my beloved’s mind testing the air. In Ascension, we are not afforded mystical powers of prognostication. If my beloved guards her thoughts I cannot know them. I can only discern what she shows me. I am now aware that I am made uneasy by snakes as Judy is by spiders. Yet, my beloved gleans affection of a sort from such creatures.  I do not know if this viper is a real thing or simply thought.

“I spent the greater part of my life in faith to Jesus and it never afforded me any protection from the world. That blind faith in doctrine only made me a slave and made all of this worse. What you are witnessing now is a mind being purged of such nonsense. When I put that away, I became aware of reality as it is and not as I wished it to be.” My beloved replied. If he thought this would be an exorcism of sorts of my beloved, this would be his pillar upon which to judge her in her denial of the existence of his god. But he treads dangerously close to being dragged by my beloved before the rotting corpse of his god.

She shows me a vision in her mind of herself treading water with brother Ebb. She looks over to him and says, “Stop swimming and your god will save you.” I see Ebb’s head sink beneath the surface while she continues to diligently tread the sea of reality. This is a metaphorical vision and can take on many scenarios toward the same fate. This is not a conversation a pastor wants to have with one such as my baby sister. I am made aware that she could literally destroy the man. Ebb would much rather speak to the demon standing beside her. I too would much rather Ebb speak with me. I have no intent to harm. Anuitnakeim is contemplating killing Ebb’s god and then him soon after. The irony is inescapable. This is an attempted exorcism in which the true threat is the one who is governed by the one perceived to be the demon.

“Don’t blame God for the situation you have placed yourself in.” Ebb says.

“I have no judgment against any gods for the personal hell I endure. I put myself here in good faith the help I gave Judy would be returned mutually. And by your own words, that was my failing. If you truly are here to help, does my refusal to subjugate myself to your god merit your washing your hands of me now?” My beloved replies and I see within Ebb another tried and true debate topic being rendered irrelevant.

She further dismissed the attempt to make this an ideological discussion and stay within the confines of reality. I am thankful she is not intent upon comparing the man’s faith to harsh reality. “This is a real issue and the presence/absence of any god at play here is irrelevant. I live within reality as it is rather than I wish it to be. I will find a job, and when I do, everything I earn will go toward getting away from here. I do not want anything from Judy. And you have now become an involuntary witness in the true definition of the word apart from your doctrine. Judy can no longer twist truth in hiding. Light is now upon her by her own doing.”

Pastor Ebb believed he would have the tools of his doctrine, but those tools are useless against one who has no fear or doubts about reality. In truth, my beloved has become aware of how to wield truth like a razor against the indoctrinated and to even kill them with it. I see this is what she wanted to show me. She knows I love her too dearly to stop her should she do this. The viper’s blackened eyes gaze at me from its place coiled about her neck. And I feel the fear of my beloved leaving me for the first time in my existence. Almost as soon as I begin to panic my beloved opens her mind and embraces me. I am overwhelmed and thankful to again be near her. I do not care for the warnings of the Zen entity. I will never be apart from Naki again.

“I would love to have an ideological discussion with someone who believes in doctrine so faithfully, but now is not the time. I have begun this separation and it is now the priority. But I will share this with you… Physics is the only true gospel. In your search for God you should have become a math professor.” She said with not an ounce of fear. Ebb was visibly astounded in this concept.

“And Jesus Christ has left the building.” I remark dryly, somewhat astounded myself from my cross legged perch upon the kitchen counter. My beloved is not distracted by me.

“I agree that you should leave here. Being as things are.” Ebb admits after a long moment of pause.

“Don’t mislead yourself into believing I have any reservations about your perception of me. Believe of me as Judy has told you. You are here and she can no longer wield you as a tool to harbor sympathy for her. She will now have to make her claimed deeds real rather than lies. And that is why you are here. And with this, there is nothing left to discuss.” She states coldly.

“Well, Judy is sitting at Waffle House afraid to come back home.” Ebb tells her.

“Do I come across to you as someone who has ever threatened my mother? There is only one monster in this house and you are being played by it, sir. Now go tell it what I have said.” My beloved turns and leaves him standing in the living room.

I remain and stare into his eyes. He gazes toward my beloved. In his life long search for truth, this was as close as he has ever come. He is unaware of me, this dead thing staring nose to nose with him. “Stop swimming and your god will save you.” I whisper with a shudder. How easily Naki could have killed him with his own faith as her blade. In truth, if he is nothing more than a charlatan, it would be much easier.

            Judy returns with Ebb and they see that my beloved has cut off all of her beautiful long ebon hair. I ached to watch her do this and Nari will be furious! The second part of this hellish play opens with Naki facing both Judy and Ebb. The details are redundant as Judy berates my beloved without any inclination that she is verifying, with her own mouth, the damning accusations of my beloved. My beloved ignores Judy’s presence in the room and stays focused on Ebb. It is doubtful Judy realizes my beloved will never utter another word to her directly again.

            They have taken a stance in the debate of portraying my beloved as some sort of freeloader. Any verification of her contribution to the house is declared irrelevant by both. Judy chimes in recounting decades of gossip against her child without shame. Brother Ebb admits to seeing my beloved’s computer screen while at the coffee shop in which he tells Judy of seeing images of a girl on Facebook who looks like a prostitute while my beloved claims to be earning money online.

“How deep do you want to continue digging this hole before I let you both lay in it?” My beloved states flatly, even surprising me. “The prostitute in question is a young mother named Chevy Leigh. I have represented her three times in my articles which have earned me many thousands of page views and hundreds of dollars in revenue. The article topics were not about her profession as a stripper. In truth she dances on a stage in a bikini that is less revealing than what most girls wear on a beach. The topics were about her stolen basset hound, self respect in a shitty world and her mother’s cancer. She is frequently asked if she likes what she does. Her reply is always the same. She likes the money that feeds her kids and helps with her mother’s medical expenses. I have never once judged Chevy and she considers me a dear friend for this. Brother Ebb, you saw her image on my computer and judged us both. But shall we turn that judgment upon you now?” My beloved’s voice again becomes much colder than mind could ever be. My harsh tone comes from truth whereas my beloved now wields truth like a razor.

“Brother Ebb, by your own words, before you traded one lie for another, you were a meth user and a drug dealer. When you couldn’t afford your habits you drowned then in booze. As a father, you were nonexistent and as a son you were much worse than the failure you portray me to be. Being a pastor comes as easy to you as selling death to addicts. In truth, there is no difference. You only kill many more people and destroy more lives via the Christian/Israeli war effort now than you ever did as a drug dealer. I lost a child, brother Ebb. She was murdered and I only drank because of that. I got caught because I was not as accomplished as a drunk as you were. So judge me as you will. I have no judgment toward you. I would appreciate your keeping your judgment place squarely upon yourself where it belongs. I could have respected the murderer you were as a dealer of drugs more than the murderer you are standing before me now.” My beloved’s damning words rang through my ears and silenced the room.

I felt the mind of my beloved open up and all the pain rushed back in. In an instant she was reduced to tears barely capable of speech. It was the mere mention of the dead child that caused this. My beloved struggled to continue. “Judy has told you so much in her efforts to construct this lie against me, but do you yet know how all this started?” She asks Ebb.

“Let me take this, Nakeim!” I call in desperation to my beloved in her mind. But she refuses. I see by their expressions both Judy and Ebb gaining confidence as my beloved begins to falter under the weight of her emotion. “You cannot even talk or defend yourself!” Still she refuses. “You do not have to allow me to speak through you, but you cannot prevent me from speaking my mind. You can choose not to convey my words if you wish.”

Thankfully, neither Judy nor Ebb chose to press my beloved on the topic of the child. If they had, I am certain, you would have read the finale of this story within the gruesome headlines of your newspapers.

My beloved regains her composure somewhat. “It started with my failure. I pissed off everyone in my life to appease Lynn so that she would not kill my child. But in the end, she did so anyway. The result was my descent into drinking me to death. I now have a felony DUI. This destroyed my future, but possibly saved my life such as it is. This is on me and we do not get to use this as one of the loophole you both are running to in an attempt to avoid staring at the truth of what is happening here.” It was a feat of willpower to even speak her words clearly.

I speak now into my beloved’s mind. “Realize the truth of your own words as you speak them. The pain of this has been twisted against you like a blade in your side and you must let it go. Judy uses your pain to keep you on your knees while using your agony, even your screams as evidence to others of your wretched nature.” My own voice is now quivering. For a demonic presence, I am made quite emotional. Admittedly, I am taking a great deal of my beloved’s pain onto myself without her consent.

As predicted, the discussion did not work in Judy’s favor. In her bringing Ebb directly into the situation, she now has to own up to her claims of help she has made to others. And she utterly severed any possible future of a relationship with her child. Whether or not Ebb would admit, by her own words, Judy was repeatedly caught within her own lies before a witness. She displayed herself as the main reason for her own child’s misery to this witness. Finally, the one thing Judy never wanted to happen was for someone to help her child escape her grasp.

My beloved concluded this discussion and, in truth, both brother Ebb and Judy were happy to be done with it. “Everything agreed upon here has been pleaded before. Judy refused to return anything she has taken from me. She has conveyed to strangers she has received nothing from me and that I live off her. So be it. If this tentative agreement stands and all works out, I will be gone from here within 3 months and Judy will be left alone as is her deserving fate.”

I actually rode home with Brother Ebb; A dead entity staring at him from his passenger seat. I was curious to glean his thoughts. Of course this is impossible for me. I am not of his kind nor is he merged with me as are my sisters. But his face revealed all I needed to know. He wept on his way home. Not because he had any semblance of empathy for my beloved, but only because so much of himself was revealed in the discussion. The most damning words of my beloved that moved Pastor Ebb was when she said, “Physics is the only true gospel. In your search for, God you should have become a math professor.” It floored the man. Naki is so accustomed to Universal Truth that she did not take into account how toxic even a small portion of truth is to the mind of the indoctrinated.

I returned to my beloved who is now too distraught to sleep. I try to comfort her. “This was your exorcism, love. You have shown a harsh light upon the nature of what Judy is and she must now live up to the claims she has made.” I tell her. “And, in that, you did very well. Perhaps there is some truth to exorcisms. Yours effectively cast Judy out!”

In closing. Like brother Ebb, all of you are now witnesses as well. For the record, there is a snake, but not in this scenario. My beloved has a way with predatory and even venomous creatures. The viper and those like it are responsible for the death of a handful of people in this area every year. In truth, I only reveal how my beloved could resolve herself of Judy within the course of a day. But, as mentioned before, because my beloved is aware of a thing does not mean she will act upon it. The truth and moral to those like Judy is that the viper does roam the yard and could easily end up in a box belonging to those you persecute.

Awareness Training Dream Asylum

As I enter the doorway I see very young kittens that look withered and sickly being kept on display in a window by a woman that says they are okay but they are blind.

I am walking through a school that is an insane asylum and trying to get out but I am also crazy. Of course I’m wearing nothing but MS State underwear trying to hide my embarrassment as I walk past everyone to get out. I see a class being taught. I hear partially what the teacher says to the class, "… the reason why we are here... you all are going to die very soon, but its okay... the real tragedy is that you will keep dying fore..."

I now approach an open courtyard it is bright sunny and hot. I am sweating and tired. I see a partition with flame rising behind it. A woman is loading cushions with a fork lift. I accidentally topple them over. The cushions are filled with a brown powdery substance that gets on my skin and makes me feel sick when I breathe it in. I am trying to help put the cushions back into place but they are very light and the structure is unstable. The more I put back the more the structure wants to fall. And the more of the sickening powdery substance flies. I apologize to the lady riding the loader but she says I will only topple more once "they" find me. But they already have found me. They are two tyrannosaurus rex dinosaurs, but only the size of raptors. I dodge their sharp teeth until I fall into the structure toppling all the stacked cushions. Down and down I fall landing upon the T-rex that fell with me.

“Oww! Oww! Why did he hit me?”  The T-rex cried. “It is his nature. They are all that way.” The other plastic caveman replied. The T-rex was no T-rex at all now, but a second plastic toy cave man. I leave them in the circular open roof sun room where the lady was loading white cushions high above.

I am now back inside the school that isn’t really a school is it? I am now inside a wide room and other crazy people like me are wandering around. But some are not crazy are they? Some are wandering dead aren’t they?

My friends, Mr. Bill, Cecil and Don are there as well, but poor Mr. Cecil, is dead and unable to breath on his own without a respirator. Thankfully Mr. Bill is there to help him put it on as poor Cecil is decaying. "The instructions say to wait until the 6th breath to reattach the breathing hose, isn’t that the damndest thing?" I was once an EMT a lifetime ago so I suggest, "Perhaps the instructions are written that way to help you to remember how to perform the steps of the process."

Poor decaying Mr. Cecil is struggling to inch himself up Mr. Bill’s body. Mr. Bill sits in Cecil’s wheelchair as he supports Cecil from behind. Mr. Bill helps him to work his way into a t-shirt and then helps him get into his football shoulder pads that is the parts that help him to breath. But Mr. Cecil’s skin is bluish black and even threatening to slough from his skeleton as he struggles. I hope he does not run out of air before he gets it all on. I’m trying not to notice just how badly he smells.

As I awaken I hear a strange night bird sings. I hear it clearly even though I am awake now. I sit for a moment in the dark wondering if I should get up and write this down. Why would I? It was such an obvious farce of a dream.

"You will write it down because every bit of the dream is real isn't it, love?"

"Oh my god!” I exclaim as the realization hits me squarely where I store my illusion of sanity. I have experienced this dream environment twice now. She is correct, the angel that has guided me through my dreams since I was a child. Yes, in fact every crazy part of the wild dream was real... it was real to me. And even as each scenario became even more farfetched than the last, I could not become aware within it. I began to see all the cues within the dream that something very real was trying desperately to make me self aware.

We are told constantly, the atrocities we see are okay. Like the kittens on display, we see the atrocities of the world so often we are made morally immune. The victims being displayed are being starved and infected with disease and like the withered, sickly and blind kittens they are not okay. As Israel is blind that they have joined the same machine that wiped ten million of them out to wipe out Palestine. But we are made to believe the sick withered and blind population that is Palestine is okay?

The school is an insane asylum as our educational systems are only there to indoctrinate the young into our continuing insanity. I’m walking through the school wearing underwear, a classic cue. I am embarrassed of course and feel this is not right, but I want to blend in as best I can, do I not? I try to cross through a class being taught without interrupting anyone. The teacher openly heralds the next coming of the decimation of humanity as it has occurred so many times in our history.

We toil away our lives to support the fragile structures that were designed to topple easily. Even as the poison within it destroys our bodies and greatly reduces our life spans that our vessels are equipped to endure.

The T-rexes are the slaves of the masters sent to find and devour those that have become aware. But even semi-conscious, we are very strong and difficult to catch and kill. We can easily defeat the slaves who cower and feign themselves as victims when we do. But the mighty T-rex are mere primitive toys of the masters. I seek to topple the structures and the primitive slaves to make others aware. It is in my nature and what I do.

Many of us remain unaware within the insanity, but still many others are beyond insane and are as zombies. Their innate awareness as immortal entities have been irreparably suppressed and they will never ascend beyond the cycle of resurrection. They will be enslaved forever. And the appearance and smell of these perpetual dead are disgusting and pungent to those that are even partially aware.

Yes the night bird sounds like she is sing to you. She is singing to each of us nightly. Countless ascended entities whisper these dreams to us to make us aware of the insane nature of our world. The masters have made us so bereft of awareness that we cannot see truth any other way now. But the masters cannot silence these voices calling to us within our dreams so they obscure truth with doctrine. They tell you from childhood these messages are only imaginary and grow up to tell your own children the same. Write your dreams down and you only need to compare them to your reality to see just how insane you have become within it.

My mother has had two dreams so far of the young girl that I know as eve. Eve was my sister in life who died in the womb. She has been my eldest sister for eons of time. I conveyed to my mother who the girl in her dream was and now she is meditating as well. I know that she seeks to be with her daughter. But Eve says she will not be found by her. My mother will have to let go of her false god as I did to see the reality that exist just beyond the thin veil of our illusions. The thin veil is the shadow on the cave wall that Socrates spoke of. To become aware, we have to bravely see these gods for what they truly are and put them down. They are fairy tales portrayed by masters as real that condone death, war, deception and enslavement of the many and empowerment of the very few.

I hear my sister's voice, "If it is this difficult to make you aware within a dream this wild, imagine your task of making those around you aware they are living within an insane world that is not real." This is the nature of awareness training. Dreams, especially reoccurring dreams use the lies of the masters to help us see what is real and what is not. As insane as was my dream, yes, it is the reality we all live in.

Idolatry, Faith, and Responsibility

Many forms of Christianity place the same stern strictures on idolatry that their Jewish predecessors did. Ironically, many of these same religious factions continue its practice to this very day. Statues of Jesus, hanging forever on his cross behind alters in churches all over the world bear witness to this idolatrous behavior.

Year after year, decade after decade, century after century, he hangs there morosely. He is continuously made to pay for the sins of these people who idolize him for doing so. When will man take responsibility for his own actions?

To me, this is by far the bigger problem. It is not just the idolatry of it, but the continuing need of such a scapegoat that is most disturbing. It is the lack of responsibility for ones actions, and the abandonment of faith in ones self that make such things abhorrent in my eyes.

I feel far too many religions, not just Christianity, place far too much faith in some God, or series of gods and goddesses, for that matter, and far too little in themselves. For in the end, are we not all our own potential saviors if we have the proper faith in ourselves to be? Conversely, do we not also cause our own pain by choosing not to take responsibility for ourselves and our actions toward others?

A saying we hear quite often comes to mind, "Let Jesus into your heart." How can one let Jesus into their heart, if they don't first let him down off his cross so that he can get there. If he returned to this earth right now, would he be please at seeing his image, still suffering in perpetual agony on a cross for the sins of a people whom he plainly told to "go and sin no more"?

When the idols have all crumbled and fallen, when the Gods of all religions have gone back up on high, what do we have left. All we have in the end is our faith in ourselves, and in mankind as whole. All we have is the sense of goodness we feel when we've take full responsibility for the terrible wrongs we have done, as mankind, throughout the whole world.

Has man fallen so far that he can't do that one small thing for himself? Oh, ye of little faith, have a bit more in yourselves. It's not some idol you have hanging in a church that can save you, it's you and only you.

Image Credit : Wikimedia Commons, Public Domain, Author : Petey21

Planet of the Apes: The Missing Link Explained

 In Idolatry (Reference), we asserted that all living things are only vessels for the entity within. Many of your religions have mimicked this same premise, although this is not a premise of doctrine but of physics. Awareness is a form of energy no different than any other form energy. Energy can be inert or aware. An entity is universal energy that has acquired primal awareness to exist within the most primitive of life forms. It ascends its awareness through many lifetimes within ever higher evolved vessels until it becomes human. Ascension alters the nature of the energy that is the entity until it transcends the forces of the dividing energy that sends the entity back to be reborn. This is explained within the context of physics as equilibrium of power differentials. In doctrine, it is referred to as resurrection. Whether or not you accept this assertion is irrelevant. The universal laws of governing dynamics do not require your faith or acceptance to apply to you.

            As you ascend you retain awareness of previous lifetimes. Those primal instincts you needed to survive as primitive creatures remain and must be evolved. As a human, you have retained your own primal instincts from your previous existence within a primitive vessel. In all likelihood this vessel was a higher primate. As a human, compare your own societies to the social hierarchy of primates. The similarities are striking are they not? You seek control and empowerment over each other to establish dominance. You beat your chests and wield ever larger sticks to thrash about in your primitive displays. And you kill your own kind to maintain that dominance. Compare the primitive social structure of the higher primate to your governments. Whether or not you accept this assertion is irrelevant. It is undeniable that your world is ruled by apes.

            You cannot appeal to the ape and you cannot reason with it. Its awareness remains primitive requiring ascension (resurrection) for its nature to evolve into logic and reason. As higher ascended, we do not seek empowerment thus we have little to no use for governments. We are aware that such things are fated to fail as they have throughout history. Compare your governments to those in the past and you will easily see that your civilizations are toppling at an ever increasing rate as humans continue to evolve as a species.

An evolutionary schism of the human vessel is inevitable. The higher ascended will seek out their own kind rather than mate with the primitive lower ascended that are, by their nature, no more than higher primates. At first, this schism will only present as two very distinct behavioral conditions within the same species. Over time, however, this will result in the physical evolution of the higher ascended to become a separate species from that of its primal cousin. The evolutionary missing link will then become visibly apparent. The human vessel as we know it will be regarded as a species of ape and disregarded as anything but an animal capable of mimicking ascended humans but incapable of grasping simple concepts of logic and reason. The world will be governed by this higher ascended human and its primitive cousin will take its rightful seat in the evolutionary ladder as an animal. Compare yourself now to an ape. Do you seek empowerment, dominance and condone war? Are you even capable of understanding this message?

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