A 10-minute summary of the world situation... (repost)

Found this video on a friend's Facebook wall in November 2011. The narrator looks a bit sinister but if you can overlook this detail, what he says is pretty much accurate (though it applies only within the 3D Matrix where the majority of us remain unwittingly trapped). 13 years down the line how do we respond?

[First posted 21 November 2011]

Tracy Chapman ~ Talkin Bout A Revolution

Great feeling in her voice, what a natural. And the sentiments have never been more spot on. Tracy is on a par with 1960s folksinger-troubadours like Bob Dylan who, inspired by singer-songwriter-activists Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger, carved his own permanent and successful niche in the genre.

As with all things Born in the U.S.A., a few lucky performers end up getting rich singing about poverty. Some manage to stay real, others... alas, they turn reptilian!

[Thanks to SuperSnake Cobra for pointing this vid out]

My Pilgrimage to Bamboo River (Part 6)

No, this isn't a photo of me in the ICU - but it could well have been.

Many friends have told me they visited me in the ICU while I was comatose. What they saw was an unconscious man on life support, with tubes coming out of nearly every orifice. My kidneys had failed and I was hooked up to a dialysis machine. I was breathing through a ventilator. It wasn't an optimistic sight, they said.

An old friend, John, told me he prayed for a sign - any sign - of life when he was looking at my inert form at the ICU. And to his relief he saw one of my eyebrows twitch, as if I was trying to wink at him.

When I awoke, I wasn't merely conscious - I was fully conscious.


Now, that's a wonderful state to be in - but it's recommended that you experience it in a "safe" environment where nobody will get alarmed and think you're a madman.


In the 3D Matrix the majority of people are semi-conscious ego-driven automatons subject to unrelenting anxiety and stress. This causes a collective insanity, some symptoms of which are perpetual warfare, religious inquisitions, and a fanatical belief in rules and regulations. Anybody who miraculously gets cured of this insanity will, of course, appear dangerously lunatic to those still caught up in the 3D Matrix. In Russia, anyone who questioned the official ideology was deemed mentally unstable and consigned to the madhouse where their minds were subject to chemical lobotomy.

A fully conscious being has a radiant bioenergetic field and influences everybody and everything around it within a radius of nearly 28 feet. This counter-rotating bioenergetic field is called the Merkaba or Light Body and it manifests a very specific geometry, usually depicted in simplified form as two interlocking tetrahedra.

The activated Merkaba facilitates alignment of all dimensional realities so that one regains access to all levels of consciousness - from the sub-atomic to the transgalactic. Navigating multidimensional hyper-reality requires a calm, gyroscopic center and access to one's genetic memories. It also requires an open, compassionate heart. Those who have completed a specific number of "solo flights" in their Merkabas can be said to have mastered their own destinies.

It's not at all easy to describe multidimensional perception in linear language. I was granted access to nine dimensions - and, of course, a ninth-dimensional perspective includes and encompasses the all the "lower" dimensions. From a 9D viewpoint activities on the 3D level appear flat, mechanical and utterly predictable.

Everybody is lying in the 3D Matrix - because speaking truth is very dangerous in the 3D Matrix. Those trapped in 3D habitually lie even to themselves. This is why we call it the Distortion Field. Every divine revelation that manages to penetrate the density of the 3D Matrix is invariably subject to acute refraction, resulting in massive loss of clarity and definition.

"Seeing through a glass darkly" aptly describes how perception works in the 3D. Little wonder that all spiritual teachings that somehow reach those in the 3D Matrix arrive in grotesquely distorted form and result in further confusion and misunderstanding.

That's the bad news. The good news is that all this is rapidly changing.

There is at this moment sufficient interpenetration of dimensional realities locked into alignment by those who have broken free of the 3D Matrix to allow for vastly enhanced transmission of data throughout the fields of consciousness.

In parallel with advances in digital technology, the information emanating from the "higher" frequency zones can be said to be significantly more accurate and comprehensive - and it is currently being received by physically incarnate mutant humans with far more refined and sensitive receptor networks.

Look at the massive outpouring of essential information now emerging in books and on the web. Twenty years ago it wouldn't have been possible. The ones who are channeling this data from different dimensions are doing so with enormously greater efficiency and at increasingly higher levels of lucidity.

Take Eckhart Tolle (left) for example. This gnomish and good-humored latter-day Buddha has managed to get himself on the Oprah Winfrey show and is teaching millions how to get beyond the limited ego and into the limitlessness of pure consciousness (or the Zen mind). That's certainly a breakthrough. Previously, it would have taken the efforts of a thousand Tibetan lamas over a hundred generations to awaken so many to their own Buddha potential. Today, this charming, clear-headed guy with a gift for putting complex ideas into very simple language can do it just by giving a lecture, taping it, and uploading it on YouTube. I highly recommend plugging into Eckhart Tolle, if you haven't already done so.

It would require too much space, time and energy to delve further into the subject of multidimensionality - although more data might emerge in a future blogpost when I'm inspired to share. For now, I just want to say a great big thank you to all my readers and my friends and family for the tremendous love you showered on me during those two weeks in December 2009. I do believe I couldn't have made it through without your help!

Blogger friends have been waiting for me to recover so I can return to whacking the Blue Meanies in BN... well, guys, I'm keeping tabs on whatever's happening. It's still a roller-coaster ride in the 3D Matrix. However, I don't feel any compulsion at the moment to jump right back into the political cesspool. I don't have anything new to add. What can I say about the great "Allah" diversion? Alamak? I shake my head and wonder how we could all have allowed things to get so bad on this planet...


Yet none of us is to be blamed. We didn't really understand what was going on till very recently, when the gory details began to be circulated on the Internet. That's no more than a decade or so ago. Now we can see very clearly that a bunch of outright criminals have hijacked not only our nation - but the entire planet!

We certainly aren't going to let them get away with it - but it's perhaps wiser and more effective to shift the focus towards clearing and cleansing our own emotional circuitry and upgrading our Operating Systems - so that our perspective becomes even more expanded and our understanding grows deeper and more grounded in compassion. I see no value in getting possessed with hatred, fear and paranoia.

We don't want to become what we hate.

Each of us can become so much more than what we were ten years ago. We can make a quantum jump in consciousness and reclaim our sovereign power and freedom from countless generations of systematic robotization, designed to enslave and exploit us for the benefit of a mere handful of puppetmasters.

This we can and must do - and so long as I consider myself a communicator and a human being, I shall endeavor to help you in any way I can. So be it.

[Part 7]

My Pilgrimage to Bamboo River (Part 3)

For a whole week I was rolling around like a popiah (Chinese spring roll) in my own poo, subjected to the ultimate humiliation of having to be washed every morning like a newborn babe by cute nurses (male as well as female).

To add to my ego’s ultimate defeat, a condom-like device was affixed to my penis and that was how I had to pee, through a catheter and into a plastic bag slung beside my bed. Nothing sexy about this episode.

When I was transferred to the much quieter Room 24 of Ward 4A, I was elated to discover there was a bathroom within shuffling distance of my bed, with a very efficient hot water shower. I wasted no time taking my first solo shower in over a week.

First I dumped the adult diaper I had been made to wear, marveling at its contents. When you’ve been on a largely liquid diet of drips and juices for more than a week, your excrement doesn’t smell at all. Indeed, it appeared to me like some species of primordial ooze. Left undisturbed for a few weeks, new lifeforms might begin to evolve. Why not? Under the right circumstances, they just might - exactly the way some of us did, remember?

I had a fleeting vision of chocolatey homunculi detaching themselves from my poo and running about in abject confusion and despair. I could even hear teeny-weeny high-pitched voices imploring me, their Maker, to save them from eternal damnation: “We are sinners! Save our souls! We adore and worship you!”

My response was to turn the water volume up and watch the last particles flow down the drainhole towards fecal oblivion. What a memorable experience. To luxuriate under a hot shower for nearly an hour with no one knocking on the bathroom door yelling for you to hurry up.

Now I was fresh and clean and had acknowledged and befriended my own shit. I felt wide awake and totally alive.

It really did feel as if I had died and been reborn into a new octave of reality. My neural circuitry was gleaming… cleared of lifetimes of crud, and my Operating System was humming as if a lot more RAM had been integrated.

My data banks, having been thoroughly cleaned out, had been upgraded from petabyte to exabyte (or even zettabyte and yottabyte capacity). You could say I had undergone a complete systems upgrade.

I didn’t really need to sleep. My brain was like a new-generation search engine with unlimited access to past, present and future data beyond the 3D Matrix. It felt like I was operating from the 9th dimension.


There were no taboos implanted in my brain functions. I could think whatever I liked without fear of prosecution. The Judge, the Archon, had retired. And without the Archon, the ancient power hierarchy no longer held sway over me.

The bliss of complete and authentic freedom was mine to enjoy.


I spent hours contemplating the possibility of persuading humans to go beyond vegetarianism into coprophagia – eating each other’s shit. Why not? If your thoughts are pure and your diet healthy, your excreta would pretty much be a protein and mineral-rich form of tofu. This would be the ultimate form of recycling – and it would allow us as a species to stop acting cruelly and violently towards other lifeforms.

We would never again have to destroy another to feed ourselves. Our days of butchery would finally be at an end. Indeed, we would be able to subsist on pure prana – on the Life Force itself – and actual food would always be revered and celebrated as a sacred feast, a veritable Eucharist.

I had fantasies about whose shit I would enjoy preparing for dinner. Have you ever been so turned on by anyone you would gladly eat their shit and then kiss their ass with gratitude?


I have... and I’m not ashamed to say so. Because I have broken all the chains of human convention and, like a Prometheus unbound by Hercules, am no longer chained to the rock of involuntary reincarnation, returning lifetime after lifetime in forgetfulness, futility and fear.

When nothing is censored, nothing disgusts and nothing is obscene.

So be it.

[Part 4]