These recent dream recollections have given me some new stuff to chew on mentally. Our world is subtly dystopian at the moment in my view. I'm conscious that I have my VISA card, my mark of the beast, and I struggle to live from month to month. I'm aware that I've struggled with substance use in years gone by, and this stuff tends to sculpt your life more than most of us would dare admit. I understand my appetites more as a raw being now than say I did in 1994 for example. In the Blakeian sense the road to excess DOES lead to the palace of wisdom, but only to those who can moderate their appetites. That enraged Blake to discover in one of his many conversations with an Angel of God, who he sought to transform into a Devil. The crafty old bugger knew more than he let on I find. But I jest only in part; Those with eyes that see objective reality have those extra moral taste buds that help to shape and re-orient the soul. This latter process has largely concerned me in recent years. Having thoughts and feelings from my inner child, as a callow 19 year old, a frenzied, crazy 29 year old, all of it has been relayed in these 5 pages of notes from the far side. this has enriched my soul and made me revere it in an unspoken way. having those varying points of view can all be absorbed into the larger more objective self, if all is understood.
As we approach autumn 2024, I look with ire at the wasteland that is the UK Government and the shit storm with Trump/Harris in the US, and also vile assholes like Cheney and Netanyahu getting their wicked ways. It's just infuriating and many of us are now impatient for the comets to come and administer some cosmic justice. Yes, I've been there. An old riff in my troubled mind. Just how bad are things gonna have to get to wake the docile mainstream normies up? I guess it's going to happen eventually. My pet theory thus far is a cautious admission from the PTB that they are aware of an "alien" intelligence, and a soft, "fascist" disclosure. Will there be objective data on the Grays? Lizards? Nordics? Mantids? Once that door is open, we can blow the hinges off with accurate data. It is this future that I work towards in my written work. I'm not the smartest of guys but I'm determined and practical in my approach, and like I've said before it's been a threefold task, to expand what you know, to test what you can do and to always question what you believe. The truth from this aggregate is what shapes what one would take for objective reality. And always try to ascertain the hard data on what someone says/does, and the differences therein. And come to your own conclusions, very important. You are you. Be you.
Roswelll, along with JFK and 9-11, are the pivotal points in recent history. And they all tie nicely into the beast system that now plagues the earth. We all conform to a point. With the now emerging AI revolution, will the natural ways be superseded? Are we all gonna become obsolete in the brave new world? Not a chance. We have access to the hard data. A 30 year database. In 5 pages on here I've tried to put together a 50 year dossier on weird doings in a west Welsh town. I think we've all got a tale, but not everyone chose to keep journals. It turned out to be a lucky charm in my life. To have that window into younger iterations of my soul has proven to be a beautiful thing. it's also helped big time in getting me to put old broken pieces of myself back together again. In the winter I am approaching my 50th birthday, which is for me a major landmark. Half a century of wild living to account for. I'll follow up with showing the methodology that has shaped my recovery since 2016, most definitely since coming back on here in 2017. I'll write plenty about what was occupying my mind back then. For now it's just infuriating me that Israel can kill with impunity while the US/UK provide all logistical support and weaponry. This is the industry of death that reigns supreme in the UK where they can't spare a winter fuel allowance of a few grand for pensioners? The MI-C is the sharp end of the beast for sure. But if it's "good for British business" then you can't say shit. Unfortunately with consensus reality to navigate and its inherent falsehoods and mass delusions aplenty, we have it all stacked against us.
But we have a growing database of accurate data. Objective info getting bigger by the day. On myriad subjects related to this blind beast of revelation. And also a solid network of about 7k people from around the world on here, along with countless lurkers. That's something special I think, and it's always good to come on here and just read rather than write anything myself. I've just gotten used to venting on here about dystopian dreams of late, and trying to square that with the strange 4d STS type events from my childhood? It's ultimately the reason why I still write. I don't feel satisfied with the depth of understanding on life memories and events recovered thus far. Need more info. I have a general overview which I've developed as a consequence of writing about the four epochs over the 50 year span. But new fresh data is always welcome with me, I'm all ears for a good new story from Pandora's Box.
The concept of the soul chamber, a secret spiritual place held and closely guarded deep within, well it has exercised my mind more than any other mystery. Once I wondered what if UFOs were real? Now I'm categorising them based on available data. Analysing threat potential. And I've recovered through journals from 1994-2024 all the available memories from the times when those events of high strangeness occurred. It's a strong database of honest and raw personal accounts. It's a shame that I can't share the images and pictures I've got as well. They helped to flesh out what was being seen in many instances. Having good basic drawing skills has proven to be quite handy in putting old memories together again in many instances. Once I can put a name to a face then I know we're in business! It's also handy for "setting a scene". I'm sure I've seeded certain dreams I've had too. The recent ones made references to John Carpenter and M C Escher, so my early forays into art history and sci-fi movies circa 1991-3 were at work there. I love the splendour and wonder of a pure 4d influenced experience now. I get it often in my dreams. It's usually implied, and never too subtle to get either. Even if I wanted to just go back to sleep and just be a boring normie, the phenomenon itself wouldn't let me. It just reels me back in with every new journal note or another dream recall to blow my tiny mind. There;s plenty of good stuff in my memory banks for a good accounf to cover the Project Recovery 2016-24 period in the coming notes. I'm still putting that period together, plus it also accounts for the exploits of
@SlipNet on here too, so it's all good. Here's hoping I get a good night's sleep and don't get spooked by something that goes "bump" in the night.
Sometimes I do think that maybe I stared into the abyss too intently once, and became a little autistic out of the emotional ravaging I went through at the time with my schizophrenia at its most rampant. Like some parts of me shut down emotionally after seeing and hearing too much, and maybe it's a tough road back for earning trust? I'll touch on that too with a few little cautionary tales from the old Box, and shed a bit of light on how I've mended a few bridges within through the healing power of art and music and poetry. Jim Morrison was right when he said true poetry opens doors in the mind. It does. Read William Blake now, and you get an insight of a man who intuitively knows what he's going up against (all orthodoxy) right off the bat. Great art is a window to the soul. And on that happy note I'll end this reflective rant. It's been good to get off my chest and frees me up for the next phase of my reporting on the onerous task, the work on the self. I'll chew on that for a while longer, I'm still trying to figure this puzzle out. Thanks for reading.
Then I wake up from the dream and write it down in my journal. This dream would have been from around 2008. A truly weirdo experience!
In this dream I was moving around in a frantic fashion for what seemed like an age, trying to find a way out. I'd be going down stairs, checking every door, occasionally getting shit-scared because I heard a creaking in another room, man it was probably the scariest dream I've ever had. After what felt like an age, I open one door which then takes me into a cramped kitchen of a London townhouse. That's 2 dreams now where I'm just magically transported from one place to another. I anxiously try to find my way down the hallway to get out into the London streets and feel somewhat safe. I do actually manage to exit the house and I awaken from the dream frantically pounding the streets of Inner London, fearful of the Ghoul! I wrote about these 2 dreams in my journals years back, but had to make mention of them as I was recently reminded of them by some mischievous part of my soul!