We need to focus on the blind spots in modern media. Rather than allowing our scripts to absorb us, we need to look behind the thought patterns shaping our scripts. These thought patterns are arising from the compressing demonic convulsions in our approaching end game now facing unavoidable purge.
See it in the shadows of self, this convulsing demonic mind. See it in the build-up of armaments in the world, call it Satanic if you wish, placing humankind on a most erroneous footing. Our abused technologies, blindly driven by ignorance and greed, surge forward, rapidly gaining momentum. It seems we have taken the step and there’s no going back. Never before, in the history of our making, have we reached such a critical point.
The most intellectual among us, having exploited all avenues of erudition, are now beginning to understand how little they know. The erudite scholar, rooted in past, is beginning to panic. See why you’re panicking. You're on a technological platform, also derived from past, but now drawing from two directions. The future being pulled in is gaining momentum and this is causing a warp in space-time. It places us facing the fathomless depths of an intelligence eternally surpassing our reach. As the pendulum swings beyond the edge of all our summations, helplessly, we must watch all our erudition flounder. Why? Our erudition is sustaining the dichotomy and placing intelligence apart. In blind apathy, we’re pushing our ignorance to the fore. Now the wall has been breached and those of us unable to let go must perish.
But all is not lost on the humanity front. At this moment in projecting time, our fate, by the way of things within creation, is in the benevolence of the Matriarchal within us; not the tyrannical Matriarchal perceived by feminists completely missing the point. Theirs is vengeance from accumulative past fueling the war machine speeding towards self-destruction.
Can we see it? Really see it? There are no words to describe it. Whether we accept it or not, the great epochal shift is now happening. For years I’ve spoken about it, but few have been willing to listen. Reality pierces and the brightest among us have to accept that all our theories, all our summations are barren. Our technological advancement for total annihilation is choking all our fruition. This is the fact. There are no external enemies. This is also the fact. You are your end game. Time is up. Can we listen now?
“We’re living in a world with multiple communication methods. Yet, we inwardly struggle through our opinionated selves to communicate with one another.
“Surely, we must put aside all our opinions for an intimate communion to take place. We need to mentally pause and re-enter the inner silence to re-discover our true nature. We argue, we debate, we appease, while the fact remains that our minds can only truly come together in stillness.
“But stillness makes us uneasy, being contrary to our acquired nature. We are driven to move, driven to war, driven to do or become something in our conceptual worlds of doing and becoming.
“We create litigation to sort out our differences, each case opening another long and laborious day, each party with lawyers and accountants telling their side of the story. But none are prepared to listen to anything other than their own disturbance. The lawyers and accountants do what they’re instructed to do, increasing the force of division.
“How can there be real communication while we’re serving our own vested ends? How can there be caring or understanding the frustrations of others, even the willingness to care? This is the reality. The evening eventually arrives on such lack of understanding, then inconsiderate night. Lamentations continue right up to the midnight hour while time running out creates its own imperative.”
Source: Being in the Now Ch. 5: Mechanical Mind
"The world is now at a serious juncture, the most critical of all time. It depends upon whether the individual has the capacity to regain the equilibrium lost, the effects of which have accelerated over recent years bringing humanity dangerously close to the point of no return. The person struggles with inner conflict, truth being too simple, too profound for the superimposed values and complexities of its acquired nature. As one of the masses the person seeks continuity in its external environment sustained by humanity’s veneration to the worldly gods of money, ambition, material wealth and relentless competition all driven by the alternating pulses of fear and greed. This is the personal self seeking its security in the crowd, always striving to fit in with the countless faces endeavoring to maintain a perpetuity that never endures. We see the ongoing story with each personal self under the unusual burden of something appearing vitally important, but like all things, only to be carried away in the unending flow of time."
The source from the book: Being in the Now (Chapter 1) REVELATION
FROM BABYLON TO HERE
CHAOS RULES THE WORLD
Questioner: Is there a God?
Respondent: Religions are invented out of our longing to find something beyond ourselves. All have failed to deliver and still difference of opinion persists. Nietzsche asserted that God is dead. We cannot deny this is the unspoken reality of the world.
Questioner: The God of the Old Testament is certainly dead to most people on this earth. But the God of the New, with its imagery of enchantment and ceremonial pomp, has seemingly enthralled us all. Devoid of capacity to see beyond our condition, we create imaginary Gods. Doing this gives us a mechanized sense of security where beliefs take on an automated mechanical process forming the very fabric of society, right or wrong, to be defended at any cost. Religions reduce us to machines and, to escape the pain of seeing it as it is, the mind leaves reality behind.
Respondent: Might our reliance on imagery be our barrier to realizing God?
Questioner: From the time of Moses, we see gold-worship from the foothills of Mount Sinai to the current hedge funds and derivatives of Wall Street. This idea of money is the God of the world. We see its subordinate imagery embedding a patriarchal Allah of warring Muslims defying the Prophet's abhorrence of image. We see it in the three-headed Christian cocktail reinventing a new Saviour God from earlier Babylonian cults. Islam and Judaism might not demonstrate material images like that of a crucified Jesus, yet both hold firm to a mental image of an old man God. Gilded words in holy books are also imagery.
Respondent: Why are we held captive to such? Why are we unable to grasp the simple fact that it's only when the mind itself becomes sacred, can the door open to the immeasurably sacred?
Source: From Babylon to Here eBook at Amazon
Questioner: We create our Gods and mutilate each other in the process. Why are we unable to transcend this trap?
Respondent: The findings from this research show we have no immediate necessity to create another God. The existing pretentious God-figure devised from the previous Babylonian model blocks access to the Higher Intelligence. Already established, it's automatically sustained in a system held together by political and economic structures where we, as its supporters, lie to ourselves while living and dying under its pact.
A similar pattern is evident in the control mechanisms of Islam, apparent in the current Mecca digressed into another money spinner of the Saudi elites. Similarly, the findings uncover that money alone is their God. Numerous indicators show how Saudi elites, while claiming allegiance to Islam, openly mock the message of the Prophet.
Questioner: The Beast has many heads. Each religious belief serves the transference of wealth from the sweat of the workers where the poor must always be poor and ever obliged to worship the 'Hidden God' of the wealthy.
Respondent: It is how it is. The poor must remain in their own entrapment while the masses venerate the Gods of misguided elites. Driven by dreams of riches, humanity cannot escape its next Armageddon.
Source: From Babylon to Here
Speaking from the middle cosmos: ‘I am the silence, the still presence permeating your mind. Wherever you are, wherever you look, I am you. You are never alone, nor can you be alone, for I am always here. Within and without it is I. Look at the bird, soaring through the air. It is I on the wing being that I am.
Touch me, taste me, hear me, see and be me in the fragrance permeating your stillness. It is I, eternal life looking out through your wondrous eyes.
You are here in this moment now, so wake from your slumber of time. Come alive. Let go the illusion of your mind-perceived world. Perfection is now; the pulse of existence is now. So why be confused? Why worry? Why surrender your essence to the dream world of time?
When I look through the eyes of the skylark I see as the skylark and sing to the heart of creation. I do not think, for I am immediate to life. There are no problems in me; no worries, for problems and worries are thinking. Thoughts have no meaning to me, for I am all that is life.
Draw near; allow me to show you the heart of existence, your source from whence you have come. There is only me, there is only I and you know in your heart that I am.’
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The bow cuts into the rising swirl of the Mediterranean. The ferry boat heaves against the pushing might of the open Atlantic. Heading towards Andalucía, this lone voyager looks back at the fading coast of Morocco. He reflects upon his years in this land, how its charm and magic opened to him through the gracious hearts of its people.
Here, he found a place of the ancients, the orchestral harmony of all the prophets. Here, he found a people in tune with life in all its mystery, beauty and tribulation, a people still truly connected.
Morocco, I relish the great privilege you bestowed upon me. I thank your ears opened to hear, your eyes opened to see, your hearts opened to give. I thank the teaching you gave me and how you showed me, that despite a world gone mad, humanity can still be natural, pure and good.
You travel with me, the lone voyager sailing from your shores. I thank each of you for this added pulse of life in my heart. For now, I bid adieu.