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Does this Stargate Candy Look Familiar?

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A Jelly Ninja Star? Maybe. I call it the Ever-Lasting Jelly Gobber. Was introduced to this cosmic confection last night, whilst riding the sub-worldly subway system. I was set up to sketch random people on the train, but there wasn''t any for a good while, till a group of nerdy looking boys got on, and sat directly across from me (mid-train). They were quiet and reserved, barely speaking to one another. I watched one boy that was intensely sucking on some candy, I presumed....and went it at for a good long while in daze, not moving. Then he began fishing around his mouth...till he found, and pulled (with a good deal of effort) this odd, rubbery, translucent mass from the inside of his cheek. He examined it for a moment, and then passed it off to the boy beside him, who also examined it for a moment, and then...........tucked into his mouth.\r\n\r\nI watched each boy pass the same gelatinous rubber on to his friend, and squirmed no-less then had they been sharing the same used condom. I think what weirded me out most was that the candy seemed alive. It moved, slowly but with sentience. Like some bio-engineered, luminescent jelly-fish. It undulated, and rolled it''s edges...appearing disturbed and uncomfortable when removed the wet, warmth of it''s host. The last boy was finishing his turn with it as we arrived at a stop. When the doors to the train opened, he held the jelly-thing in his fingers, pulled back on one point of it...like a sling-shot, and let go...sending it snapping through the air, and splating against the concrete wall opposite the doors. The thing merged into the surface of the wall, expanded some, and then a glowing radius appeared around it...I''d say about 3 feet wide. Inside the circle was an iris of increasing light, a soft blue-aqua....that the jelly-star became the pupil of, was it create some miro-black hole in the center. The glowing increased for a moment, and the all-seeing eye at the center rotated round a few times on it''s access. As the train was pulling off, it stopped. The glow faded, and the gateway faded back to the appearance of a normal concrete wall.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nI grinned in some confusion at the wall, then at the boys. Probably due most to a final "reason" for their communal candy. The boys had seen me staring, but were oblivious, until now when one of them grinned back and said, "She has a decision to make". Another boy pulled from his pocket a package of cellophane, tore it open, and exposed another Ever-Lasting Jelly Gobber...and held it out to me. As usual...I was reluctant & super-cautious, but something about the casualness & innocence of the boys, put me at ease. They urged me to place the jelly in my mouth, and then instructed me to "think about things". Think about anything. Ponder everything as I sucked away on the moving mass in my mouth. It lodged against the inside of my cheek and pulsed. Highly-strange. Obviously, I assumed it was collecting data, thoughts, emotions, experience...and I was careful not to fall into realms of thinking that might cause me embarrassment...had I had to pass the candy along, back to one of the boys to sample. I had a fresh piece from the pack, so I had no clue what ''used'' candy was about. They told me I had 20 hours to think about things at which point the flavor would subside, and I was to toss it out somewhere...anywhere.\r\n\r\nThe jelly had a slight citrus flavour. Maybe lemon-lime to correspond to it''s glowing-greenish tint? Some highly, advanced alien civilization taking a survey on a popular ''human'' flavour. I was able to see more when the candy was in mouth. Nothing out of the ordinary (for me). Small, random things, here and there. All black people appeared blue...a deep-indigo, which I found interesting. Anyway...then I woke up. A voice in my head telling me that I had to make a picture of the sweet-sentient jelly-star...and put it online.

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chase & hunt.\r\nbig ogre looking guys.\r\nhiding behind broken wall, under stairs. made myself invisible, but only partially. only the bottom half of me that was exposed.\r\nother (top) half. attacked by snakes. red snakes. like coral snakes but different.\r\nmouth like a cottonmouth. thousands of tiny teeth. latched on. almost chewing. injecting in some chemical venom like electricity that triggered some ancient automatic ritual in me.\r\n\r\nnext thing. walking somewhere arid. egyptian. down thin streets. to a temple. everywhere i went these red snakes came out of hiding and attacked me. not a malicious attack, but with complete intention. in the same automatic mode.\r\n\r\nthe temple entrance was ground level. foyer. all white washed. with smooth white steps leading underground into the worshiping area. in the foyer i began gagging on felt like phlegm. thick, viscous liquid. i leaned over to vomit, and a clear stream of it began oozing from my mouth, peppered with millions of small globuals. like fish eggs. transparent balls about the size of peas with small blue bead-like centers. the stream just kept coming making it impossible to breath. it ran down the entire staircase, and flooded the temple beneath.\r\n\r\nsomething drew me down the stairs following the flow. the temple was being used as a daycare. while i was still throwing up the embryonic soup...i gagged out words, commanding that they get all the children out of the building immediately. by the time everyone was out there was a good 6 inches of eggs on the temple floor. next about a half dozen cats entered, and began throwing up kittens....coated in the same clear lubricant. they had a soft, thin cover of fur, but their eyes were still closed. before my eyes they grew to full size, and began throwing up their own babies.\r\ncats, and blue egg soup.\r\n\r\none of the cats jump up and latched onto my wrist in the same manner as the red snakes. bitting on tight with a chewing, sucking, injecting movement. i knelled down watching everything and another cat went for my other wrist, but this one took it''s razor sharp claws and made three long incisions lengthwise down the softness of my wrist. both cats released, and blood poured from both my arms, mixing with the eggs on the floor.\r\n\r\nthe eggs mixture began to crawl and seep into the ground. at the same time a man at the head of the temple rose up out of the floor. dark and egyptian looking with fine features, and that deep, echoy voice. he came to me and helped me up. asking me if there was anything i wanted.\r\na host of things ran through my head...immortality, riches, fame, success, etc. i said, "to be the healer that i know i am"...he looked strangely at me. replied..."do better each day, and continue with what you''re doing". not as profound as i expected, but...simple. sensible. then he began singing some strange rock song...something with the words..."i am jesus at the end of the world. i am jesus at the end of the world". then he began yelling loudly at no one in particular...as if speaking to everyone at once in one loud, commanding voice...."don''t change anything! don''t change the world! don''t change the world!" the feeling was that doing anything excessive or extreme would lead to our end as a human race. or...worse.

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i can still remember the first time i was called "soldier #333" astrally. by a group of women who i''m somehow connected to. fellow rebels. i was being hunted down by the reptilians, and eventually i couldn''t go any longer. i had to rest. they caught me, and i remember them scanning me with these devices they wore on their forearms. they discussed the results a little, some of it i could telepathically pick up on. they said i wouldn''t do, they couldn''t use me, bcuz i contained the genetic make up of "all" or "one". they kept using the word interchangeably, and they were also very taken back by the results...like they''d heard of ''us'', but never come across one = someone that contained every alien signature. they were suddenly treating me with kid gloves, but still deciding if there wasn''t some use for me. it was clear i was somehow ''valuable'', and they were interested in cashing in on that, but at the same time it was clear that it was ''wrong'' for them to fuck with me.\r\n\r\nby then i had regained my strength, and the escape was somewhat of a battle. that''s when the female platoon appeared to me. all human looking. various creeds. they placed a device on the ground that created some sort of rift or energy vortex, and had me step inside it, and i was shown all my lives...can''t say past...as some were future, some were simultaneous. but there were thousands of ''me''. then they told me my name, and something about ''special purpose''.\r\nthat was so long ago now, but it''s all still clear in my mind. just like every other experience.\r\n\r\nanyway. i just had a similar experience in trance. i was surrounded by various women who all appeared to be ''me'', but different. slight differences in build, manner, approach, function, etc. all the exchange was telepathic, but it wasn''t between the various forms of me...it was a voice that came from elsewhere, and it only worked to answer my questions. i asked if they were all me, and the answer was, "yes. they''d come to help me with what was to come". they all felt strong, and stable, and aware...so i didn''t have a problem with idea. except for one...when i noticed her eyes. reptilian eyes. i personally don''t have too much against the reptilians. they are what they are, but there is some resistance with trusting them. i asked about that ''me'' in particular. the answer was, "yes, she is also here to help. she has unique qualities that can be of benefit to you. that''s why she''s here". i rolled that around in my head for awhile, and got more comfortable with the idea. why not? why limit myself due to some bizarre racism i don''t even understand. if anything i probably have the most to learn from her. so...i agreed to all of it, and when i did there was a flood of downloading. none of it i could process instantly, but it''s there/here. whatever. i can feel it...new information. i''m guessing like the rest of the downloading that''s been going on for the last couple of weeks...i''ll be able to access it when it''s needed.\r\n\r\nthings are getting very interesting to say the least.

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The Boxed Mind, Father Grinch, and The Key.

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Ahhh, I swear...it''s not fair that everyone doesn''t get to to do this. Or...remember.\r\n\r\nDid a little traveling this afternoon, and wound up in my head. Just one of the million I''ve been privy to witness. A room with a view. At first, there appeared to be no view at all; just a dimly lit room, with about 30 people inside. I''m still tripping from the experience...so bare with me.\r\n\r\nRight away I knew this was my mind, and the people were various persona''s, a different form of attachments...not thought-manifestations, and not disincarnate spirits per say. They were all human in appearance, and as varied in personality as possible. I decided straight away to go about introductions. I asked anyone that was interested to step up.\r\n\r\nThe first person is hard to remember, which is odd because it took the most gumption I believe for him to do so. All I remember was that he was kind, quiet, very calm, and middle-of-the-row. He walked up, said something, and we shook hands. I felt the attachment. I also found it hard to let go of his hand...in my own sense, wanting to make sure he felt "acknowledged"! He stepped back into the circle that had formed around me. I asked if anyone else wanted to meet me. The form that stepped up next, I couldn''t make out. It was sort of formless at first, or my eyes weren''t working. I reached out...he was naked (hairless/bald, lean & muscular), and moved in a fluid manner, like dancing. Very intimate; brushing, and rubbing against my body, leaning in close and laying his head on my chest, and caressing me. Then he reached for one of my breasts and began sucking on it. I told him I was having a problem seeing him fully, and to be patient...as he pulsed in and out view. I reached out again to touch him, but this time there was hair on his head, and when he came into view again...it was another; still youthful, same build, but different. Together they both moved around me, touching me softly all over.\r\n\r\nI''m not sure what possessed me to stop them :P Sometimes I''m just too conscious for my own good! Anyway...I remember pushing them off slightly and asking them if they didn''t have something to share with me. They acted unconcerned at first, but I was in a determined mode. I asked the first one to share something with me, he said "I am". I turned to the second, and asked the same. He responded the same, to which I said, "Sharing what?...Sucking on my tit?" I''m not sure where the frustration was coming from...I think possibly mirroring something they felt for me?!? The first one moved back into the circle and vanished again. I tried to re-word myself, and come from a more logical place, and was fumbling, when the second one finally turned (a bit abruptly) and with an irritated energy, and put me in my place by saying.........."you doubt yourself too much!" It shut me up. I asked for it, and he was straight with me. I didn''t expect the response, but I couldn''t argue it. I agreed. I agreed a whole bunch. It seemed to cause some commotion about the group. The feeling I was getting was that...........it''s all "very" so-so in that room, and anything that wrinkles the status quo...causes some strange mulling about in search of some form of distraction (or another). I found this very interesting.\r\n\r\nThe circle disbursed, and folks began scattering around. One man took my hand though, and led me over to the far side of the room to a puzzle that was spread out on the floor. It had to have a million, tiny pieces to it, and there was no picture to help place the pieces together; just a small number on each oddly shaped piece. The background of the puzzle was pink, and an odd piece here and there had a small gem stone set in the center, instead of a number. The man was (how do I stereo-type him?) Nerdy/D&D/Renaissance? Husky build, beard, glasses. I noticed he stuttered a bit, had some impairment of some sort, but seemed probably the most brilliant of the bunch. He was the ''Emotional-Thinker''...extremely passive, timid, nervous, and caught up in his own little corner of the room.\r\n\r\nA woman came up and stood beside us...I immediately got another timid energy, but eager, and jumbled...sort of all over the place in her enthusiasm, but hidden a good bit under her self-control. I got the feeling that she wanted to share so much, that she couldn''t decide on any one thing...so she just kept following me around.\r\n\r\nThis was the first time I got a good look at the room. It looked to be about a 100'' x 100'', dark (as I said), filled with mismatched furniture, and carpeted. I walked over to a large lazy-boy-like recliner...and the guy sitting in it. I can''t remember exactly what I asked him, but the thought that kept cycling through my mind was getting these people out of it (my mind that is). I must have said something about getting out and seeing more, bcuz his response was, "Why? Why would I want to do that when I have the greatest view in the universe"...then he pointed up at the ceiling. There was no ceiling though. I hadn''t bothered to look up before, but now when I did........I noticed the box/room was open at the top, and all I could see was the cosmos. It was breath taking! I reached out to one of the white walls, and my hand moved through it like it was made of a thin membrane of latex. It stretched, but it didn''t move through. A soft prison. I made a mental note. I''m not sure what personality he was?!? Simple, commonplace, sit-on-his-ass-and-stare-at-the-stars man!\r\n\r\nI could feel myself pulsing in and out of the scene, so time was of the essence. Not enough time to move through everyone. I jumped atop a coffee table in the center of the room, and tried to get everyone''s attention. I noticed more ''individuals'' at this point. One in particular who wouldn''t shut up! A big man too, maybe all dressed in blue, and sort of pale, with a big black beard. He was stubborn and demonstrative, and full of himself. I pondered shortly about that persona?!? ;) Being such a recluse I''m sure it frustrates him that he doesn''t get to have his say with the outside world. So, as is fitting.................tons of internal dialog! Too much actually.\r\nI finally went over, stepping across furniture, and lifted him from the couch and plopped him over on beside me on the coffee table. He didn''t miss a beat...he just kept talking (now to himself). Anyway...this cause more confusion. There were a lot of people jumping in to help me quiet the room...telling everyone else to shush...and that just caused more noise. I was thinking it was all pointless when I turned for a moment, and noticed a large set of curtains hanging on the wall behind me. I moved off the table and peeked behind them. It was a large picture window that almost filled the entire wall, and there was a view................a garden! But, it was dead.\r\n\r\nThis touched me in deep place. As everyone continued trying to get everyone else''s attention...I began pulling down the curtains. First a set of heavy drapes, then a top that more decorative draping fabric, then sheers. I just kept ripping them off one by one. That strange "magnetic" thing that happens with the pins, needles, and wire began. All the hardware from the drapes was sticking to the palm of my right hand. This always drives me nuts! So, the window was clear now, but I was caught up int trying to pull the pile of crap stuck to my hand. I looked around and no one seemed interested by the outside. Again, it was as if they were all distracting themselves with trivial things to ignore it. Except for one guy that walked up beside me and joined me in staring out. He was gay (was the immediate) feeling. Compassionate, interested, creative, self-conscious in appearance, etc.\r\n\r\nI asked him why no one used the garden. He shrugged, as if the novelty of it had worn off long ago. There was a sadness about him, where I got the feeling that he''d tried to keep interest in it, but like I was trying to get the rooms attention...it was pointless. He''d given up, sadly. Feelings that he was most interested in making it nice for everyone else, and sens
e no one else was interested.....what was the point? A feeling I can relate very well to.\r\n\r\nI said I wanted to see it...go out there. He pointed to a door I hadn''t noticed before. When I moved out into the hallway, there were more doors. I stopped for a moment in the garden with the gay guy. I pointed out that it wasn''t dead at all. All around were little signs of life. Small ferns, moss, some plants that had gone wild. I insisted that it wouldn''t require that much energy to get it back together. He shrugged again. I noticed that all the people from the room had followed us out, and were now mulling about in the hallway...peeking in other doors.\r\n\r\nI moved back with them, and followed them into a large dining hall of sorts. It had to be the size of three or four gymnasiums, with large, heavy wooden tables spread throughout, large wooden beams over-head, and walk-in fireplaces. I was looking around when a heavy set woman entered the hall with an entourage. It was clear that this was another room/mind of people. She reminded me of the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. She had a white powdered wig, a thick tapestry type dress with lots of embellishment, and a pale, painted face. She was horridly obnoxious, and loud...and moving towards one of the members of my party...carrying on about some such nonsense to do with having her room cleaned. I didn''t like her tone...and stepped in.\r\n\r\nShe looked at me sideways, and gaffed me off at first, but when she opened her mouth again...I stepped in and stopped her. She wanted to know who I was. I told her. She gaffed me off again; carrying on about so-and-so not performing up to standard, and how she was refusing to pay till the situation was resolved. Again, being so conscious in my travels...the "pay" thing caught my attention.\r\n\r\n"Pay? Pay with what?" I asked. "Money, of course!" The robust woman replied like I was from another planet. "Money?"..............."Yes. Money" she answered, looking at me again as if I was "stupid" and from another planet.\r\n\r\n"What on earth do *you* need money for?" I asked. There was some of that ''distracting'' chatter again, some whispering here and there, and then she finally turned with her head buried somewhat in her chest, and quietly whispered..."for the key". "The Key!" I asked loudly...."What "key"?" More chatter. Someone else leaned in and whispered..."The Keeeey". "What''s The Key for?"...everyone stopped a moment, looking wholly perplexed, and then the Queen of Hearts chick shrugged, as if she hadn''t a clue. All they seemed to know is that they needed money to buy "The Key", but they had no idea what the key was for, how it worked, or what it was.\r\n\r\nThe whole thing was irritating me. "Where does the key come from?" I asked. More distraction. I had to repeat it several times, till it was clear I wasn''t going to let it go, or shut up. The Queen leaned over and whispered even quieter...."The Grinch". That caused me think a moment. "Did you say "Grinch?".\r\n"Yes, yes.......shhhhh....Father Grinch!"\r\nPsst. No way!\r\n\r\n"Where is this Grinch?" I demanded. I could feel the panic rising in the hall. "You can''t see The Grinch!!!" someone replied, and a bunch of others followed suit. "You can''t go there", "you don''t want to go there", etc.\r\n"I WANT TO SEE THE GRINCH!" I said (to be clear). Suddenly, from out of one of the fireplaces, there was a puff of black soot, and The Grinch stepped out into the hall, looked around, and walked directly up to "me". He wasn''t green and furry, the way Dr. Suess described. He was human looking, hard, and dressed all in black.\r\n\r\n"Who is "this"?" he asked staring at me un-distracted...I answered him, and stared straight back. I leaned in a little closer, and asked "What in the world are you up to?" He cocked his head and squinted his eyes, but didn''t answer. "Why in the world do these people need money"? I restated more clearly. He stared harder, but this time I could see a slight grin move across his lips. I was amusing him on some level, but as he looked deeper into my eyes...trying to figure out exactly who I was...I could feel myself faltering from the trance. I told him so. I said I wanted to continue our conversation, if he''d have me back, and added, "not necessarily to get to the bottom of the money thing, but just for my own self-interest...to sit down and get to better know "The Grinch" of all people...would be incredibly interesting to me". That I''m sure he could fascinate me with what he knew.\r\nThen I bowed out graciously.\r\n\r\nWe''ll see if he has me back?!?

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okay...keep saying that i''m going to post something about the profound ''experiences'' i had more then a week back. gonna try. very rough notes. mostly in the forum of sketches, but hopefully it will jog the mindset of the moment. what i thought about it all. my conclusions anyway.\r\n\r\nthen i''ll post it in the forum. for comments/discussion.\r\n\r\n--------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\nIf life is like a box of chocolates, and consciousness is like the Internet, then I''m a chocolate Virgin Mary melting on the dashboard of some cosmic car.\r\n\r\nAt first, I found myself in a massive desert. As far as I could see before me, and behind was just one, long, winding trail of people in exodus. I was riding in a box carriage type deal that was strapped to the back of an elephant, save (easily) three times the size of a regular elephant...so I had a good vantage point. Many people were on foot, some on donkeys, and occasionally I''d pass a small camp of people off to either side that were resting/regrouping. The entire scene was perplexing. The others that were sharing the carriage with me, paid me no attention...save for the old, weathered, ''wise'' man across from me that stared at me the whole time, but without emotion of any sort.\r\n\r\nI was trying to grasp some sort of meaning from it all, when I felt that familiar slithering inside me. My attention was redirected (per usual) to getting the thing(s) out of me. The useless pulling & tug-of-war; each handful, a painful jolt of high-intensity electricity. I''ve always sensed two basic varieties inside me...one that hurts when I attempt to latch onto it, and another variety that feels dirty, coated with that thick, brown-gray sludge, moves slower, and responds less (almost lethargic in nature). Anyway...I finally managed to get a hold of large squidy attachment, and gained the upper hand as I working on destroying him through a hands-on method of frying light...when he began to plead with me to let him loose.\r\n\r\nSomething I''ve never done before is ''negotiate''. I told him I''d let him go if he told me the secret to ridding myself of all attachment (all at once). He resisted, and I worked him over a little more, and asked again. Finally, he whispered that I had to command him to ''clean'' me entirely. That I couldn''t do it myself, and that he couldn''t do it unless I "cast" him to do it (like putting him under a direct spell). So, I was halfway through commanding him, when I looked across the carriage into the eyes of the wise-man...and suddenly I halted...panicked, and quickly asked the squidy, "Wait! What happens when I''m completely clean of all my attachments???" He paused, and extended himself close to my ear...and whispered, "You die".\r\n\r\nWell, I thought about that for a moment...and then I let him go. His words, his energy was so sincere, so matter of fact that I didn''t question it in the least. For some reason it made complete sense to me. The squidy slowly wrapped himself back around me, and moved into me again through the small of my back. I looked back at the wise-man and he smiled.\r\n\r\nThen all at once I was tripping the light-fantastic; whisked away again through the stellar, neuro-circuitry of infinite space to the Peaceful Place, where the happy things grow, and shown lots of great advancements; how life could be here, or what we all have to look forward to in ''the end''.\r\n\r\nLots of the same consistent themes...A male and female representative (in-training), but consciously far advanced. Lots of training going on in fact; possibly just the area I happened to be visiting...and a quick history/tour of the place. In all directions the terrain was similar to Earth, but condensed, or somehow optimized. Every time I shifted my gaze it fell on a different environment...mountains, desert, jungle, woods, grasslands, etc. with lots of water sources throughout...but no cities to be seen. Just, pristine natural environments. It wasn''t until my eyes began to settle on one spot, then another, that I realized that it all was city. Every cliff was dotted with windows and balconies, every rolling hill was the same, every massive tree that towered hundreds of feet in the air, even underwater...was ''home'' to these people. All habitat was organically interwoven with the natural environment, so it wasn''t immediately seen.\r\n\r\nTransportation was by a sort of mono-rail system, either mass carrying, or by individual shuttle, and the main interest all around (as far as days were spent) was in self-education. Not a lot of this occupation was shown to me that I understood. Basically, it felt very holistic without exterior agenda...where people were free to learn about whatever interested them in the moment, and from that there were ''interest groups'' who worked together in experimental environments manifesting this and that. There was no sense of time. No rush to anything.\r\n\r\nI asked if it was "real"...what I was seeing, the environments, etc. At the time I was pointing at one of the cliffs/apartments in awe...asking if it was real rock; wondering how they''d hollow out something of that size. The boy assigned to me (looking to be about 18, but feeling much older) smiled, and said, "of course it''s real". He went on a bit about an individual who had developed the ability for manifestation, saying something about "K-11" being the first experimental planet that had changed their destiny. There was a mix of feelings...that it was someplace ancient and yet on-going. Hard to describe, except to say like a library maybe...or the place that held the basic incorruptible program, and that "from that" many other worlds had developed on their own accord, as if by some form of ''open-source'' collaboration, built upon the original system. Briefly, there were glimpses of all the places I''ve ever journeyed to, and from a very simple perspective they all suddenly made sense.\r\n\r\nAfter the tour, we returned again to the main complex that I had arrived at, and some time was taken to explain the basic process of consciousness, or ''our'' role in their development, which might not appear that fascinating at first, but as I''ve continued to roll it over in my mind, and apply it to whatever comes up...it seems to hold a good amount of "truth", in that...I haven''t yet figured out a situation where it doesn''t make sense on a very basic level.\r\n\r\nThe couple (boy & girl) who were speaking in telepathic union, started by explaining to me one very-very simple concept. It was that infinite sea (infancy?!?), that space of kaleidoscopic light in by-ways, highways, pathways, and threads...undulating and alive. Infinite. And, it isn''t that the actual structure itself is lit, but that it''s made of infinitesimal points of light, like living cells, but more then that; all in some flow, and flux around us...through us. Everywhere. They pointed out (as best they could) that there was an action (by humans) of reaching out into this sea and touching on a single point. There was a glimpse of that ''silver filament'' (cord of connection) whipping around from each person, in an unconscious pattern like the tail of a cat. Each time it hits on a point of light "It''s a THOUGHT". (It''s a thought! A thought. That action just kept rolling over and over through my mind the entire time). The couple paused as if to give me space to process. It was immediate, and at the same time on-going. It was almost too simple.\r\n\r\nThe basic understanding is that we are all conceived "clean". Then between that point and birth we develop the ability to "tap in". Until that point it''s all random information, and this ability isn''t fully developed till around the age of three. At that point we begin "collecting" thoughts. (aka developing "identity") It''s in keeping with our current understanding of neural-pathways that can be severed, and reconnected through repetition of assosciations. And this is where I''m going to start applying my own understanding to all of it, bcuz what I was receiving from the couple was too
simple to put into words...\r\n\r\nWith each connection we make to a squidy (aka information package/cluster/light source) there are cookies exchanged, just like computers...some sort of signature that keeps that info-pkg in some kind of close proximity (although time & space are not relative if thought of in terms of the Internet). Once a connection is established, we continue to draw on the same packages again and again, but always capable of adding, or building upon that information. Not so easy to "deprogram" as is discussed. But, the basic idea is that none of this information is our own. Our identity is established from the connections we make. As we collect......we become who we believe we are, how we believe it is, etc. And all this information is stored in a ''collective'' database, but in total as "individual" information packages, connected to other ''relevant'' packages that share similar energy/weight ?!? I have no idea, since general computer programming is something beyond me. But, still thinking "open-source" here.\r\n\r\nAt this point everything is looking like a highly developed Internet system. So, I start thinking where does the whole idea of "negs" come into play? And loud and clear the idea of Hackers come to mind. It''s clear at this point that there are both negative and positive attachments (for lack of better terms)...and that underlying all the images they all appear individually as highly-evolved tentacled entities, and now thinking little wi-fi type electrical-bodies of code. And, without losing myself in description...if the original source...this Internet, these "packages" were developed for a specific goal, doesn''t mean that it can''t be taken advantage of by others. The same way that our Internet is utilized by Hackers. There is a definite feeling with this idea of Hacked-Negs traveling the *same* pathways, performing in basically the exact same manner as the ''ligitimate'' packages, and building similar rapport with either or. That it''s an element that has to be accounted for, bcuz it can''t be controlled. In a sense it could be viewed as completely natural to the system in place, yet foreign.\r\n\r\nAnyway, some basic thoughts...\r\n- The whole idea of identity is more an act of phising, and the idea that none of our thoughts are our own, but ''pinged'' from these ''clusters'', gives a whole new meaning to the idea of "profiling".\r\n\r\n- The info-clusters/pkgs that appear squid or insect like in nature, are some kind of highly-evolved, organic, high-tech, zip-drives, and it''s not that any of them can be categorized as good & bad (for they''re merely carrying devices, although conscious and intelligent in their own right bcuz they are alive)(but driven/directed by a ''source'' that may have ulterior or conflicting agendas). Something that''s simply seen in the goings on of our very own cells...conscious intelligence of their own, as a group, and in reference to our individual operation & function. Integral, yet separate.\r\n\r\n- Since I have no idea of the true intent behind any of this information I gleaned, it''s hard to say one way or the other...what''s at work. If I take the information that I''m getting ''here & now'' from what''s currently in place technologically speaking, and what''s in the works...and hurl all that into hyperspace; it''s very easy for me to see it come back round full circle and have "us" be the focus of study for some far advanced civilization that is in all practical purposes our future generation (yet to exist). That makes little sense. If...a dozen generations from now the technology exists to turn our everyday internet into a full blown matrix/collective universe of existence unto itself...where it''s capable of uploading individual experiences collectively into it. Possibly even go as far as to consider that time travel becomes commonplace, and that much of the situations involving ''watchers'' and abductions could be the future coming back to hook us into the ever-growing workings/database of ''their'' existence. (The past is happening now type thing).\r\n\r\n- Then the whole idea of ''the matrix'' itself, where what we believe we''re experiencing is truly all virtual reality; that the world doesn''t exist as we know it, and that we''re all just information-clusters zipping and pinging around in this sea of consciousness. Some futuristic Second-Life experiment.\r\nInternet XII or something.\r\n\r\n- And...who owns The Net? Who implemented it? Who is it "run" by?\r\n- What does it run on?\r\n\r\n- Thinking of this place I visited...easily fits into the stereotypical ideas of "heaven"; a world where ALL exists. And what the inhabitants of such a place...(where there''s no death, no sickness, no hunger...no needs or wants for anything), what would those people SEEK? what would amuse them? what would they desire? What would fill their experience...except "experience"!?! ''Random experience'' that they could use to refine their world of ultimate being?!?\r\n\r\n- Looking at the basis for the Internet now, how we all utilize it, what we draw from it, what we contribute uniquely...into the collective. How we "build" upon it. And...\r\nwhat it might look like a hundred years from now.\r\n\r\n- Ideas about the ''cookie'' thing. Drawing on the same packages of information again and again, eventually developing this ''identity of self'', these beliefs. How difficult it is to wipe the cookies clean, and draw on entirely new information, and yet how simple it could also be once we recognize what it is, how it works. There were also ideas passed along about ''family'', with the idea of ''networks''. That people close to one another, or off-spring from...will pull from many of the same clusters. And/or that people who aren''t relate, but share the same clusters will gather amoungst themselves, group, herd, etc. And some thoughts about how animals are being integrated (slowly), currently domesticated ''pets'' are being hooked in, where simpler forms of clusters are working to share their experiences as well, but somehow working closely through the person or family they''re attached to (as another family member). How we interpret it all as social & cultural conditioning, that there could easily be another level to it all; one that''s much more binary.\r\n\r\nAnyway. The most profound thing that surfaced in it all, was the idea that we aren''t what we think we are...although, "I think therefore I am"...is very exact!!! That we are merely a collection of downloads, cross-loads, and code. And, that getting to a state of complete cleansing...in essence...a "wiping" of hard-drives, ceases to make us of service. Nothing existing that doesn''t serve a purpose. And that the whole idea of shedding exterior influence, or peeling off layers of identity, ego, self, etc. to reach this completely pure state of being...might not in fact be necessary.\r\n\r\nOn the other-hand, what is that innate urge to do so? If these ideas (no matter how benign they appear), are in fact some advanced Internet workings beyond us. And, if those working have a ''driver'', an agenda all it''s own...then possibly our need to seek liberation from that is "KEY". Maybe ALL of this is not any true aspect of us at all?!? All "slave-drives" to the SOURCE..............and a constant calling to this strange thing considered "FREEDOM" is just waking up to the goings on, and seeing exits.\r\n\r\nBut, then again...............really, truly...how does on escape such a thing?!? Everyone currently talking about what great advances are just ahead. Integrating fully with the Internet, living virtual realities, unlimited identities/avatars, a NEW collective consciousness of telepathic cross-loading, data-mining, and unlimited storage of knowledge...where we as human beings replace the cell phones, computers, and PDAs. The bio-circuitry. Which, all just goes back round again to my original ideas about what everyone calls "negs" really being nothing more then ourselves in the future...coming back to haunt us...............warn us.......
....keep us disturbed enough to keep seeking solution.\r\n\r\nArg. Too much thinking for one day!\r\n;)

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Vision 1)\r\n\r\nFelix 1/Felix 2 ???!???\r\nI was standing as a witness to an alleyway on a sunny day, watching the most animated bird flitting & bobbing along the top of a high wooden fence. When Felix the cat appeared...stalking the bird. The whole thing was overly vivid, overly animated. I''ve had my fair share of actual animated dreams, but this wasn''t cartoon. Although, I was intrigued to the point that it should have been. Felix was beautiful...human size (I kept attempting to ascertain whether it was a costume, but it obviously was not), starkly black & white, not a hair out of place...fit, ready, able...alert. The bird was this ball of excited energy, darting, playing with Felix...in this stimulating dance that appeared to complete them both. Give them purpose......and they just kept going along like that down the length of the fence...having a grand time.\r\n\r\nThen suddenly there appeared in the background another cat; another Felix.(This gave sudden depth to the vision that wasn''t there before)...as far as i could see there was one fence after another, lined up parallel into the distance. The second Felix was gray & white & slightly less animated. Thoughts popped into mind as a "xerox" to the original almost...as it mirrored every movement & was spying/stalking the same bird.\r\n\r\nThere was a single moment when both cats realized one another, and a definite energy shift occurred & with it the bird became something else...a thing to be seized/captured/owned. and maybe it had to do with the sudden intense focus on the small creature, but it flashed, exploded almost, and was gone...leaving a small hole in the atmosphere that shrunk quickly back to the original picture minus bird (?!?).\r\n\r\nThen a phrase appeared under the entire scene, which read..."This is insanity I say".\r\n\r\nVision 2)\r\nThe Guard (grrrd?!?)\r\nVideo Taped (Blair Witch style)...Trapped, imprisoned.\r\n\r\nA man shackled in a cave somewhere. deep it felt. typical chamber (of secrets?!?) dungeon (& dragons?!?) He was standing (as if in front of a video camera, but there wasn''t one) going on and on about these people who had captured him. Describing them. Kept saying they had no collar bones. Kept going on about their shoulders, but he wasn''t saying anything about they''d done to him. tortured him?!? brain-washed him?!? Nothing. Just going about the physicality of them. At first he was whispering...then a few minutes into it he''s speaking at an average decibel, edging towards yelling. There was so much enthusiasm in his voice. Journalistic...as if the ''better'' he described it...the more we/i could "be there" with him.\r\nHe was so wrapped up in the ''situation''. Then behind him, descending down a rail-less, stone staircase came The Grrrd. They looked like monks to me. Guys in brown, heavily textured robes. They all looked him strangely as they passed by in precession; hardly giving him any notice, save one who lingered for a moment...looking almost ''confused'' by his presence.\r\n\r\nIt should be noted that while I was experiencing vision (dream) #1, I was also getting small clips of vision (dream) #2 in between. I was witnessing both simultaneously, and while that was going on...in the background Tina Turner was singing "Letting Go"...\r\n"I don’t care who’s wrong or right...I don’t really wanna fight no more (too much talking babe). Let’s sleep on it tonight...I don’t really wanna fight no more (this is time for letting go).\r\n\r\nThoughts now (upon waking):\r\n\r\nthe strange idea that the cats needed one another to manifest the bird? a collaborative energy manifestation in the density of this current reality illusion. (that singular manifestation at this time is not feasible). "but"...upon noticing one another...something in their in(ner)securities...something competitive & distracting\r\nceased the unconscious effort at creating what they both desired. replacing it with "self-consciousness" and concern for exterior probabilities.\r\n(if any of that makes any sense :? )\r\n\r\nthe guy in the dungeon was placing himself into a situation where he could feel trapped, and play to the sympathies of whoever it was that might come along to witness the whole event. if no one came along he was somehow able to satisfy himself with his own feelings about the situation (masturbatory mentality). he was enslaved to his own beliefs for entertainment purposes.\r\n???\r\n\r\nalso thinking about how the when someone speaks about dreams or vision it seems to come across in ''manageable'' size. like a book page, magazine cover, television or monitor screen size. (conspiracy?!?) dreams & visions are boundless. they''re entire landscapes that go on forever...much like the one we live in now. and although it''s possible for someone to describe a dream in great detail...one is never able to convey the expanse of the vision. why is that?!? why do we consistently narrow our scope of things? bcuz we owe our experiences most to books, television & internet?!?

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