originally posted on the fractal wanderer

PORTAL

The KEY, the very SEED of AWAKENING that eventually blossoms into REMEMBERING why we have come here, to this heavy chemical climate, blinded by the Law of Confusion, Master Cycle near it's end;  is a mathematical equation - the binary triplet configuration - that an ancient spark provides, to a confused and weary traveler, through this illusion of the mind.....

 

Terrence Mckenna's Timewave, the WebBot, earthly DNA;

 the iChing;  Metatron's Cube, Fibbonacci's Fractal, the Anu particle;

 the Torus Knot; the human hand,  the double helix, Tzolkin Cycles,

13 Moon Calendar, the Mayan Code.

Written on Pyramid walls, gaurded by Masons, knowledge of the Templar, Melchezedek's charge;                                       

hidden deep within the bible, spoken in Draco, Sir Laurence Gardner and all the Queens men;

The Ark of the Covenant, Egyptian Pharoas, white powder gold and little green friends;

Madame Blavatsky wrote Hitler's bible, a stargate exists in Iraq;

Rothschild put the Jews in Israel, hostile gaurdians of the precious Suez;

on ancient scrolls it is written, the real reason for war in the middle east;

the gulf of aden rumbles, earthquake swarms bringing to life;

bp oil spill a coverup, for what really happened to the gulf stream;

the magnetic anamoly growing stronger, warm waters cease to flow

on the path that regulated temperature, for our wounded and bleeding globe;

The vanity of man so tiny, that his hand could truly influence earth,

or change the planetary cycles, established millions of years before his birth;

The Russians know its happening, the ice will reach them first, 

the yemenese pirates another decoy, as the powerful lose control;

and face the eventuality, that over this they have zero control.

Like clockwork threats of terrorism, emerged from the nearest shore.

nothing shipped in or out of yemen, the supposed terrorist hotbed;

when in reality the earths great rumbling, a portal threatens to expose;

What lies beyond this portal or who it may welcome-illuminati's reocurring nightmare

the house of cards they dwell on, is falling one by one; 

Rogue and greedy they ruled this planet, hiding truth deep underneath the ground,

as long as the masses remained ignorant, to mathematical truths that could set them free;

That the complexity of the matrix, reduces down to simple code,

That the probability vortexes, are now subject to human control

What will happen they can not tell us, precious free will must be observed,

with clues and admonitions in unison they bombard us, lightworkers you are wasting precious time;

The door is standing open, human stories pale in the light,

of universal love and intelligent infinity, starseed lineage and cosmic birthright;

Yes it was hard we understand you, 

your suffering we do not refute, 

but your arrival here is all that matters,

 can you not understand in love we come,

ascended masters, archaengels and demons, 

shifting shapes and changing tunes;

the lightworker forever diligent, through the din must find the words,

that resonate and serve as summons, from light families the galaxy wide,

gather the children and sell the station wagon, embark on a new and lighter life;

In the meantime walk the tightrope, dig deep and curl your toes up tight,

cling fast to that thread of sanity, stretched high above against a deep blue sky;

perhaps the greatest challenge, comes at the end of many lives, 

when truth revealed and brazen, consumes our thoughts as we drive to work

To toil for a paper green dollar, a remnant of a system in repose,

no value, no worth, nothing backs it, but still necessary as of yet,

to feed, house and clothe the children, pay the mortgage, fuel the car

the american dream of home ownership, 

virtual creations of elecrical theory manifest and diverse,

people reduced to numbers on a page, their actions long ago predicted, 

circa 1954;

transistor radios and linear computing, 

sheeple not people, and binary code;

strawmen and hidden stipulations,

master files useless to decode;

Indignant and disrespected, revolution a spoken word,

no longer fat and happy, American's dying in the streets, 

In Greece and Eastern Europe, the Ukraine and under the Haitian sky,

infrastucture crumbles, mass exodus planet wide;

Experiments in longevity, infant fatality and cloning of pets, 

Where do we reconcile compassion, and the true worth of a human life,

is not to die the best option, for every fragile life, 

for every psyche tortured, in tunnels devoid of light

Questions deep and emotions strangling, moments of glory and depths of despair;

the lightworker navigates the landscape, of energetic frequencies, 

weight and gravity, holographic skin and hair

Colors and textures, streets and words, blood spilled in dark of night,

it all seems gravely serious, traumatic and self absorbed,

in pain, abuse and tragedy, cradle to grave a time so short

If we have been spared or blessed to emerge from,

incarnations filled with strife, our hands outstretched we offer,

love and light with all our might.  

Yet in grace we must remember, the darkness never goes away,

it is just polarity, colored by morals,

programmed by society, no good or bad;

Yin and Yang, male and female, 

androgynous and neutral, we cross the threshold,

potention, intention, absolution, manifestation

creation, eternal life

I AM

originally posted on the fractal wanderer

Once the peaceful inhabitants, of a spinning blue green globe, tribal races, life lived of bliss in ignorance, to temptation not yet exposed.

To fulfill the plan of Logos, to this planet eventually came, a race of Alpha-Draconian origin, to enslave for the sake of gold.

You see a galactic battle raged, during the reign of the Dragon Queens; High spin metals so essential, to replace the dying Starfire. The Orion lineage became addicted, Maldek itself destroyed.

To enhance the Sirian bloodline, an alliance thus was forged, from a marriage political in nature, Annunaki brothers were produced, who left on an expedition, to earth the keep the fire alive. A prime directive was broken, with the dying of the fire.

The slaves enhanced by genetics, to process the precious white gold, in an ancient Mesopotamian garden, to the original temptation would succcumb. To partake of the fruit of knowledge, plucked from the proverbial forbidden tree.

The first and greatest deception, that all knowledge could come from one source; that a monotheistic religion, a mortal sinner's soul could save. Enticed by physical pleasures, then forbidden to enjoy, by the Serpent gods that ruled them, their genetic experiment thought a mistake, by one Annunaki brother, who from a watery planet escaped, to observe from outside quarantine, the evolution of the mess they made.

Leaving humans to their own devices, the plan of Logos cycles on; free will meant for catalyst towards ascension, successful harvest the design, by negative polarity hijacked, their imposition as well divine, in the context of infinite creation, as the path of love and light.

Locked inside the DNA of life on this planet, our true origins impatiently sleep, locked away and veiled but not forever. Brothers and sisters make no mistake-the chains that bind have been broken, but not by a benevolent God, the cycles of the universe are not influenced, by higher powers to which we devote, religious fallacies reiterated for centuries, overwritten time and time again

The mind is a quantum computer, running on an outdated OS.

Quiet the mind and develop clear sight, establish a relationship between I AM and the biological brain. No longer a foe internal, through love the way is shown, to step forward into triality, enlist the mind as a marvelous tool. Reconnect with the unity of life eternal, download ascension codes and heal physical wounds, cosmic truths and love unending, we have only to reboot.

Galactic light embraces the planet, and in each lightworker there exists, both a student and a teacher, the 144 must reunite, we have much work to do. These are the days we planned for, as soul groups on their way, to aid a blue green planet, this cycle to call it home. 

A pact to find each other, the only contract that remains, as Winter Solstice clears the matrix, of obligations long in place. An opportunity for karmic amnesty, Helios and Vesta upon us smile, through planetary configuration, a window of time to adjust the past, to find nuetrality where there was none, to remember who we are, and why we came.

To witness divinity spiraling, we must only look to the skies, with the wonder of a stargazer, step away and look inside-the glory of the heavens, is all there truly is-within us and without us, as above is so below.

May each of us find our way back to the light.




I AM I AM IAM



I AM

The angles . . .

=refractions . . .iterations . . .fractalated tendrils of our original singularity. We truly are the people of the last days - when all these things shall come to pass.

We are spinning up,

whirling like dervishes

propelled by resonance in a tapestry of chaos

and breathtaking beauty:

spiraling, compressing, replicating rapidly,

then more rapidly-

riding the double helix-

smoothing the angles, one by one at first

Together weaving an invisible web of crystalline light,

An entity without physical form -

A data layer connecting all of us in infinite configurations...

Blurring the divisions previously guaranteed by the sheer logistics

of physical time and distance

As the time wave compresses our human experience,

Scientists can look billions of years into our past-

One might say

They can nearly see all the way around and back to the beginning.

And every day we plunge headlong

Through our quest for the singularity-

for the initial resonance unleashing event,

the elusive dark matter- an idea

torn from the last century by an egotistical yet ignorant man,

who's soul possessed a directive in its earthly incarnation,

the deception which shaped the knowledge

held as law by many generations.

The detection and recordation of the cosmic glue that binds our reality,

the gargantuan super colliding contraptions,

grow in size and complexity as science the world over

pursues it's futile effort to wrestle dimensional truths

into these earthly planes;

to reduce our quantum existence

into neat, easily digested fucking equations,

complete with tangible proof

and well written hypothesis'...

They, the evolutionists & Darwinists,

the crumbling institutions of organized religion and higher education,

and the confines of the now defunct soul construct,

are holding on to us for dear life,

as we resist with all our might-never truly knowing-

that which we resist-inherently persists.

Anywhere on the planet, people are able to communicate,

via bandwidth and satellite networks,

as though they were next door neighbors,

tipping the scales finally in favor of real communication and growth,

in contrast to the disinformation and fear mongering propaganda

which have bound us for thousands of years and nearly extinguished

our authentic creative spark.

Dimensional connections are being made-

free from the hindrance of geographical location.

We are in transition-

Physical time and distance between do not exist in the dimensions.

Everything we know and collectively believe to be true as a species

[birth,death, beginning, end, time, distance,history]

Are purely functions of our consciousness reality,

A paradox presented to us by an elder race,

to solve despite constant manipulation from the other side.

Or, if you prefer, it may have been the

flipping of genetic switches by extraterrestrial explorers,

Enabling the transformation of the primitive man

they first encountered upon reaching this gold laden planet,

into a race capable of mining and hoarding the precious metals

for which they would later return.

At this point in the cycles of our growth,

it matters ever less what explanations catalyze our departure

from the tangled web of lies that thus far have defined our perception

of ourselves, our purpose, and of our celestial origins.

Through the perfection of technology,

and with the unseen assistance of light beings,

encountered by us only in explorations of their exo-planetary realms,

the dots, ever so veiled before, are starting to connect.

We are being initialized

into a higher level of interaction,

partially free of the construct and our prison so bound.

Unbeknownst to all the sheeple- the engagement has begun,

with every angle softened, in each private battle of the one.

Transcending nationality, race, and religion,

devoid of any aesthetic judgement,

Our electronic interactions emerge as truly genuine,

gently crumbling paradigms and dissolving distance,

creating a cocoon in the ethereal realm.

All which dimensionally hinders our progress,

exists in the angles.

And all the inhabitants of our planet, whom,

spawned from the dark recesses of the angles,

live amongst us and manipulate our refractions-

can not affect us if our movements are smooth,

circular, or spiral, in nature. .

Our cocoon enables our dimensional benefactors

safe passage through the veil of our awareness,

it gives us sustenance and protection,

a cohering force as what seem to be many,

are revealed to be one,

And as the distinction between the individual and the source

ceases to exist,

The necessity for our digital cocoon

becomes but a fleeting remembrance,

of a time ancient;

When the repercussions of the original thought

that our frequency created,

were completing the cyclic reverberations

of double helix creation,

When Indigo warriors walked the earth,

In numbers not yet apparent.

string theory

What we know as our reality is purely a function

of our consciousness as human

inhabitants of earth.

Beginning and end, birth and death,

linear time and distance-

these are all necessities to survival

in this incarnation,

-we are de-tuned-

in order to pursue the activities necessary

for sustenance

in the confines of three dimensions.

As a developing dimensional race

our eternal incarnations entered into

the soul construct

under which mankind has toiled,

chasing our tail,

searching for enlightenment and truth-

all the while not knowing

that the duality

which is our existence

adheres to extremely strict laws of equilibrium-

the pursuit of a thing creates opposition to it,

the opposition of a thing,

strengthens the very object opposed-

(be that object tangible or not).

The soul construct was entered into for reasons not yet known to us;

There exists among those that accept the existence of the construct,

several differing ideas

as to its origin and original purpose.

The great religions of the world

all teach some version

of the basic construct-

it is the core of religion.

The subject too vast, to address this page hereon;

but we are absolutely not the only dimension;

dimensions exist simultaneously

and occupy

what in our reality

would be the same place.

Of hundreds of thousands of dimensions

much like ours

which can be 'seen' from our vantage point,

earth is the only one that destroys itself-

inhabitants of earth are not welcome

in other dimensions,

and accordingly,

we don't know how to get there either.

Picture that human history is like a string

on a quantum bass violin-

there existed an original intention

that plucked that string-

in that instant the original singularity

of the string at rest was disturbed,

the duality was created,

for billions of years we have been riding

the oscillation of that string.

The tone of the string,

the note or the vibrational frequency

is a manifestation of the string

at rest

and through a vibrational cycle

back to rest again-

the note the string makes to our ears-

is the same wether the string

is at its loudest

or to soft to scarecely hear

The dynamics

of the strings physical properties

in the configuration in which it is strung,

dictate it's frequency, or note,

but the string oscillation varies-

with what we perceive as volume

The oscillations

are iterations

of the frequency. 

So here we are-

all the people that ever have walked the planet-

hanging on to this fucking string

as it goes bloinggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

for billions of what we call years,

at first the cycles are long, and slower,

The periods of resonance are lengthy

As are those of discord

Through this dualistic spiraling synchronicity

the human race moves furthur,

and it seems to be coming into sight,

The point of zero oscillation,

resonant and at at home.

As the sound we would hear

if this string our senses avail,

grows fainter and vibrates softer

the frequency must complete

in chosen note replete,

ever more rapid cycles;

parallel loops of decreasing size-

and increasing density.

Even in this lies a paradoxical conundrum,

the signature of our race,

As the violent nature of the vibration smoothes-

the frequency at which we,

as indentured inhabitants of our string,

must repeat our history,

gets faster, faster,

and faster....

until,

the string returns to rest.

As we traverse the same wave over ,

what is refracted at any particular point,

at every point,

contributes to the resonance of the note-

imagine a magnificent light being,

turning the knobs on a cosmic sitar

trying to tune the pitch of the frequency,

the elusive harmony we desire,

that magnificent light being of visions,

is our collective source,

it is us and we are it-

and it(we) are a part of another light entity,

just as we are part of it

and we consist of it,

and all of us together,

our dimensional tribe,

exists as one singular thing,

in a system of infinite other

singular things,

Resonating harmoniously

as an organic,

cosmic whole system,

withing systems, of systems....

expanding,

replicating

creating

Hold On

A plan was devised

in bodies of light

roadsigns of vibration

hints of resonance that might

touch our heart or

shock our body

still our mind

steer a course

to the people that we live with

in a past and future course

Our family of light eternal

but we have so much to do

we must first find each other

and by chance if we know what to do

We will learn and grow together

nourish ourselves in love and in light

plant a seed where we are able

be a friend or lend a hand

raise a child make a movie

do what you do its in your heart

yet don't ever stop remembering

never forget that you are part

of a planetary transition in progress

collision course with a crowded wave

galaxies away originated

into the perpetual cyclic dance

of intelligent infinity self creating

endless octaves filled with light

potential of paradoxical conundrum

where none is wrong and none is right

the only goal creation

and the intensity of the light

the measure of many lifetimes

who will go and who will stay

to heal with a bleeding planet

live in synthesis mother earth

to realize that though upon it

we were as one before its birth

in a cosmic supernova

the light reflected to this day

since 1987

when harmonic convergence marked the start

of a progression long awaited

but forgotten by it parts

love and truth by force distorted

psychic chasms sharp and wide

most who traverse there are blinded

through karmic entanglements lives defined

not this cycle to remember

not to seek nothing to find

in love they live eternal

burdened with body and with mind

until a resonant frequency finds them

and the soul at last they find

wish them well

they live forever

as do you and as do I

the ones we must beware of

are those with lofty goals in mind

to control and serve creation

determined of a way in which to find

the light through imposition

of their will upon mankind

it is those that rule our country

read our mail

wash our minds

kill our crops and feed us plastic

vaccinations are required

to attend school and be force fed

to build a prison for the mind

we must find the elusive balance

between the cradle and the grave

learn our lessons

pick our fights

if we can cling collectively

to our sanity calm within

square our transmissions

confirm our next mission

we will render polarization positive

the struggle nears its end

soon we will have full vision

disconnect...and hold on tight