July
I don’t know what will happen when this evil force gets the numbers to overflow the divine plateau.
The Jim Morrison who I thought was an implant-generated voice in my head is more like a demonic entity attached to my physical being. I assumed the demon had never been mortal, but I know better now. The entity does retain memories of its mortal life as Jim Morrison.
I am going to continue keeping my contact with Jim hidden from Dr. Kim and the others. Why? The people who used my abilities represent an ancient line of deeply invested inquiry into the nature of the time-spot that comes from the east, broadly speaking.
Jim derived his perspective from the western faction, but his disembodied spirit has grown so poisoned and cynical he no longer feels any fealty to the grand plan and his faction’s role in it.
So he talks, and I listen.
Jim describes his small role as “preparing the American soil for the sacrifice”. He wants me to understand what that really means, which is why I was directed to read all the books I read. I had to understand upside-down speech, what’s sometimes referred to as twilight language. I had to understand the atmosfear that’s been built to ensnare our souls. And the power of symbols and narrative and, above all else, the power of words and images to deceive, to obscure, to manipulate.
Jim didn’t fully grasp the scope of what he was participating in at the time. He has maintained that point consistently, and I believe him. He understands that the pact he made, he made of his own free will, and that for what he received on this earthy plane there would be a price, but the promises were empty and ramifications deeper than he could have fathomed.
The time-spot, from what Jim has been able to figure out, is the oldest carrot around for those with more power than they know what to do with: immortality.
Even worse than the live forever cliché is the race-war aspect. Achieving the time-spot entails some serious belief in extreme interpretations of social darwinism that will, Jim predicts, eventually repeat the Nazi death camps in America, but under the guise of contagion this time, not overt racial superiority.
According to Jim it doesn’t actually matter who dies in the camps, but how they die. The suffering, the fear, the degradation of spirit, all toward a purpose. A purpose those seeking the time-spot think they understand, but do not.
The time-spot is a contest of breeding, Jim explains. The ultimate form of eugenics. The winner(s) get immortality, but not the kind of immortality they expect.
The basic story of the time-spot believed by all the various secret societies and death cults splintering off the main organs of organized religion is simple. The race of people who achieve the time-spot win 12,600 of its members a direct upload for the re-population of earth.
The story is bullshit. The real story, according to Jim, is the rebellious light-bringer gets a long-cultivated weaponized genetic product to peddle on the inter-galactic market as a sort of cyclical middle finger to the higher order he’s shut-out of.
It’s a vicious cycle that keeps happening over and over. The one who was cast from above corrupts each new divine batch of human creation, over and over again. So it continues, and it continues because the one who cannot die figured out how, over a long period of time, to incrementally work love out of the genetic equation.
What we humans crudely refer to as a sociopath is actually a cultivated creature bred over many generations. The fallen one finds his carefully crafted meat-space variation to be an evolutionary improvement, but the law from above decreed otherwise.
To counter this tinkering, cataclysmic steps are sometimes taken by the higher order. The last big cleanse was the flood that all core myths of human existence have, somewhere in their origin stories. This time it will be by fire. Yellowstone, to be specific. 2058.
The time-spot is a place and time before the caldera blows. The winners of the grand race will make an excellent new product line to accelerate the Great Crowding of fear-death’d souls for the final assault.
August
Something happened to me last night. She spoke to me. The earth spoke to me. It began, she said, with the crash of meteors. An alien consciousness arrived and literally oozed its black goo into all manner of crevices and synapses firing. People who come into close proximity of this alien consciousness (Archons?) experience an increase in intelligence and a decrease in empathy. They go cold.
Goo? There are two paths. The good path is heart-centered, connecting to a holographic liquid intelligence (earth consciousness) connecting all things in harmony, our light bodies plugged in to the planet’s grid, which operates on a seven chakra system.
That was before the fall...before alien meteors (angelic/demonic?) blasted the crust of earth...before the arrival of Lucifer in the form of an opposing liquid intelligence flung far from deadened stars to deaden chakras and perpetrate fear deaths, condemning souls to the lower realms to feed the shadows so they can finally take form and storm the divine gates.
Dr. Kim gets stars exploding in her eyes when she discusses the transhumanist aspirations of harnessing the alien goo. She and her colleagues worship the alien arc of human-into-god genetic development, and despise the proliferation of basic product-line humans across the globe; the useless eaters.
They don’t understand what the loss of heart connection to earth means.
The ends justifying the means is seen as the natural neural framework by which to operate. Crowley’s do what thou wilt provided the last dagger of justification to end the pumping metaphor of heart-centered living nourishing the human soul like water nourishing tree roots. Aleister—with a little help from Jack, L.Ron and Marjorie—opened the gates of Babylon in Southern California. The vibrating goo emanating from quantum computers inside the Vatican, city of London, and District of Columbia now signal the beginning of the final phase.
To counter this mad push, a major reclamation of alien-occupied earth commenced sometime around 2013, but the effort will never fully succeed unless the quantum computers amplifying the quantum entanglement of the goo with our light bodies can be stopped. The QCs are located in the three locations just mentioned.
Dr. Kim and the other power players in the game think that by achieving the time-spot and integrating with technology, they will have achieved the forever-sought key to immortality. The deception is their assumption they will retain some degree of individual autonomy for themselves in the process. They don’t understand the kind of product-line they are going to become. And they have no real idea of the use intended for them either.
Jim was depressed about all this for a long time. Then I told him about the ratline I had for getting messages out to someone I think will have a role to play as the time-spot approaches. The future is always hazy, but sometimes certain forms start barely coming into focus before floating away.
Jim said he has an idea that could slow down the development of the product-line and seed the next iteration of human development with an understanding of what keeps happening to them with this terrestrial manipulation by the alien consciousness, Lucifer, and the eventual assault on the higher realms that will be enabled by his dark proliferation.
The idea is a complex algorithm that could distort how the factions are computing the location of the time-spot.
And the algorithm is concealed in the image of a boy and his dog.