Fascinating Future Fascinations and Homofuturus

The real mystical truth is that despite all of its good and bad and likeable and dislikeable appearances, that the Earth world is about as real as the first Little Mario game, and the illusion of just being one body who is stuck in it, is just that. It is gross illusion and a ‘dreaming’ movie, being imposed upon one’s subtle mindscreen, and nothing else. No matter how high that the violent ‘solidity rules’ ~ power mad sceptics jump up and down about that, straight after their deaths they may crucify themselves for not picking the holographic nature of this planet whilst they were here, in this third dimensional loo loo land.

Aggressive egoised human individual and group power is not worth a pinch of shit in the heavenly fifth dimension, because competition and aggression are not hosted there. Cooperation and harmony rules in the higher dimensions, and competition is seen as infantilely ignorant soul stuff, by the high ups. To compete for anything within or without of mindtool generated holographics, is thru their mystical eyes, nothing short of baby soul activity.

Welcome citizen comrade to a planet full of baby souls, with more than a sprinkling of slightly evolved souls thrown into that mix, for one’s existential and mystical pleasure. If one can even slightly understand what is to be written here, then one will understand and appreciate the relief from the fact that one is no longer a baby soul.

Thank God, and also thank the primal I am chemical in one’s mystical constitution; which always comes prior to any God or Goddess. Or the universe which they administer to.

Violence will never be erradicated by the usage of violence. War will never bring that sort of inner and outer peace which humans desire. It will just deliver lulls in violence, and foment even more the deep down hatreds which cause paybacks. It will also prompt more of the rankly ignorant, greedy lustings for mortal power and wealth, which will result in future invasions.

The 3D existential and mystical good versus evil, or demonic beast versus fallen angel war, that’s going on within the dualised mindtool of all individuals, must be put to death, before any of the ones without will be. The cosmic self to Self divine umbilical chord, that has been so ruthlessly cut by the nonsensical and ignorant 3D programming, must be reunited ~ before enlightenment will ring true. Thru pure I am, the divine mystical reclamation of one’s true One Self, can happen. Apparently.

That the Real or enlightenment cannot be forced thru will or effort or anything else, and that it comes to one quite unexpectedly and uninvited, is usually the way that it happens, the Master reckoned.

Heath reckoned that Iraq should not have been invaded by Australians or anyone else, and Heath was right.

The only real GOLD upon this rock explodes timelessly in one’s heart, when one earnestly discovers once and for all, who one really is. At one’s dimensionless Source point, where the Real and the Light hang out, whilst posing as the Nameless One. Or the One life.

Then all violence will be erradicated within forever, and ditto for the outside.

I am the inner body only is currently a top cat ego, prime human fascination.

I am the thinking mind inside as well, is currently a top cat ego, prime human fascination.

I think and therefore I am however, is adulterated hooey.

The human has it the wrong way around.

It has a cosmic bad habit and re run falsity, shoved up its evolutionary arse.

Because the real truth is, I am. Full stop.

That’s all, and therefore because there is that existential and mystical I am there inside and outside of time and space, there is a mess of thinking going on in a mindtool; but one is not it, the mess. Because I am not the mindtool, is mystically correct. Not false. The mindtool is the mindtool, and it is not the real existential Source I that the seeker is chasing.

No it fucking well isn’t. That lays in the great beyond. That the mind is another sense like sight or touch or hearing, and not who one really is, needs to be discovered, in order for one to break the matrix illusion.

Here, and now.

This is the Tao, according to many a fully ripened Guru.

Thinking, in the case of English, comes from 26 symbolic letters that are alphabetically arranged and injected by one’s upbringing into one’s mindtool. These symbolic letters can be alphabetically rearranged to form endless words to ‘communicate’ inside and out, in an abstract and conceptually founded, dreaming reality.

That like a hard plastic, clear to not clear template that is full of subjectively projected, named and shaped holographic objects, has been placed over the real absolutely impersonal and immutable Real, by the ever so clever mindtool.

One’s entire universal consciousness has then downloaded 100% like into one mindtool subjectively projected ‘object’, or tubed body in a world in a universe, and one has gotten one’self absolutely, cosmic identity wise, existentially and mystically lost. In one’s mindtool’s claim to be just one paltry, tube shaped human being. Just one fucked up or getting it together fucking homosapien, that is.

Absofuckinglutely!

Has one fallen arsehole first down thru the operational dimensions within consciousness ~ from one’s genial and much loved and much adored and humbly mega appreciated, existentially and mystically liberating, dimensionless Grace state. Or Source point. Where one is One with the Light of the Nameless One, because one and everyone else is the Nameless One, who dwells beyond and behind all Goddesses and Gods, and their universes. One is really and truly HOME. That is.

Too many good and bad, and ugly and beautiful and inbetween people, have got the inner and outer business the wrong way around, and that is the existential guts of their problems. The true reality is that who one really is is always double dead, like the Master was. The Master was always dead to the holographic movie, bodymindmachine appearance that he portrayed, and so at root Source is every human being. The unreal never really lives, and the Real never dies. The Master said it, quite clearly. Have one’s being outside of the body of pain and pleasure, and all will go well for one, he advised.

Homsapien doesn’t understand the mystical inner and outer implications of this dualistic and mindtool generated Earth hologram yet, however.

Bummer!

That’s life though, for us low down dreaming third dimensional motherfuckers. Who are apparently so ignorant of, and alienated from the real existential and mystical truth, about ourselves. Whether we are a baby soul or a slightly evolved soul, there’s a common, rather bemusing, ground zero life.

That goes on.

Or it used to be that way that tons of people died, not knowing why in the fuck they’d lived. Or what in the fuck was really going on with themselves and their world, whilst they were supposedly alive.

Not many crack the matrix in this third dimensional, holographic shithole. That is a most unsatisfactory situation, as far as real cosmic human progress goes. Isn’t it citizen comrade?

The Master said it best. As usual. To forget who one really is, mystically and existentially speaking, is a monumental tragedy of universal proportions. It is for most humans, a hideous form of bemusion, and an anxiety invoking hell. Because it involves a shitpile of unnecessary sufferings, that are born of blatant mystical ignorance. It involves being duped into using a third dimensional limitation programme as a basis for reality and truth, and that’s not much fun. At all.

One suffers and others suffer a lot worse than dogs, when one believes that one and others are just ‘in’ third dimensional lumps of body flesh. Without at the same time being the common existential and mystical, inner and outer, wider consciousness stuff. That pumps out of the great beyond, and within which all of the universes rock, or rap, or waltz, or whatever on ~ and from which all subtle to gross bodies and minds emanate and float and dance, or shoot around the cosmos, or stay dead still in the subtle astral projecting grossness thru a mindtool, and maybe even 3D walk and talk, or whatever. Their Earth birth to Earth death things.

I am consciousness, or I am the known in the eternal infinity of the unknown, or I am the shoreless ocean and not a wave of it, is a lot more hip than ~ I am in a bodymindmachine.

That is for sure, citizen comrade. It can be a left cunt or a right prick of a life, or both in reverse swing, when one gets the mystical inner and outer equation, the wrong fucking way around. It can be delusion and illusion piled up on top of delusions and illusions, all going down a karmic bullshit boghole, non stop. Take a walk down any street, anywhere on the globe, for the proof of that. Or quicker still, turn on the tv. If one has one, that is. Or, open any window in one’s domecile, and count the psychos passing by out on the street, if the desire to do that, gets one. Do the psychos out on the street match the ones who profess to be ‘leaders’, but are really babysoul fuckwits, and are on the tv far far far to much? It’s hard to tell, some days.

Geelong Sam did. Walk every psycho’s street. Or he got pretty close.

Gilly quit because his spirit told him to quit, and all cosmic pros these days, follow their spirits without hesitation.

We’re all cosmic surfers. We surf the dimensions that come out of the Light, we do. We’re all cosmic players, and some of us are waking up to what constitutes the matrix here. Of course many aren’t, and a hell of a lot of others, given their psychotically ultraviolent behaviours, appear as though they never will. Wake up from their stupidly idiotic, nonsensical cock and bull, lower holographic dreaming. That is.

One’s true and real unconditionally loving and never deserting prime LOVER, is called here ~ the Real. It means the Light that comes out of one, at one’s dimensionless Source point. Who one really is is the Nameless One, and discovering that is the only game that is really going on here.

On this wretched and despicable and dirty mean, dark and light, lusciously gorgeous and beautiful, hard universal yakka, holographic fun and sorrow rock. That’s spinning around and around a sun, that’s spinning around and around the Milky Way galaxy, that’s spinning around and around the universe ~ thru some of the jet blackest space, that any mindtool could ever imagine.

It is most interesting how the mind baulks at void and jet black space, and absolutely dead still silence, yet its own 3D hologram is absolutely stuffed full of that stuff. That’s a cosmic curly one, that is.

Looking at the silence inbetween the spaces inbetween things, and planets and other body forms are things, as are galaxies and universes, is a most interesting exercise. It appears as though all universal power is coming thru into here, thru the gaps inbetween things, and that it is swishing around the inner and outer of all things, like the currents of the Earth’s oceans swish around the continents. In a shoreless ocean of consciousness, images galore dance, and are sustained by this mystical inner and outer, swishing in and out and all around relationship.

The energy to do this 3D shit has to come from somewhere, and it comes from one’s Real Self. The energy is freely given license to spontaneously mutate into and beome anything that it wants to become. Including, not becoming anything at all, and backtracking to Source point. From which the original and primary energy called life force, cometh. Citizen comrade. One’s dimensionless Source point is a bit of a JOKER. There is no doubt about that, as there is no doubt that the waking up to who one really business, is bliss. It don’t hurt at all and it’s a good story, it is. It is a cosmic cracker of a yarn, losing One’self as a one, and then finding One’s self again as a one and One is.

All ball games and other games that homosapiens play, are time bound and will pass away into dust. From holographic dust they came, and back into holographic dust, they will return. Little kids and big kids play for cosmic fun, or they used to ~ and then they go home. Or HOME. That is the cosmic story of everybody, in a holographic nutshell, so to speak.

The existential and mystical game that one plays with who one really is, deep plus down in and beyond of one’s psyche, is not time bound. It is timeless, and there is something in it that never ever changes. That something, which is never a thing really, yet is everywhere always, is called here the Light. Some call it, the 3D ‘nothing’ constant, because it is not yet visible to the homosapien eye, yet wthin matter, energy, space, time and dimension, this ‘nothing’, whatever It is, is the only One, so to speak, who will go the timeless distance. The rest will perish and holographically phase out, like a tv screen that’s had the plug pulled on it.

At root and dimensionless Source point, It this ‘nothing’ that is choc full of Light, is all that one really is. Of course, so is everybody else, It, as every point in the picture is It. Or who one really is, individually, and also collectively; mystically and existentially speaking. This is the zone of the Real. It is HOME. It is matrix mind blown territory, and everybody’s old ethereal stomping ground. Itsa da Light! And beyond Ma Light too! Dat’s why.

This dualised 3D mindtool generated holographic crap, that homosapien calls life, is the zone of the unreal, and it is an aberration of what one encounters, when one is HOME. That is for fucking sure, citizen comrade. It is the aberration of all aberrations, some days.

No need for any lectures on how many aberrations there are to be found in this third dimensional, holographic shithole. The scribe is well aware of that, citizen comrade.

The cosmic game is to pull the plug on the unreal, and to crack the Real. Again. Whatever a soul does holographically with its myriad projections, this is the prime and root game that is being played. This chasing the Light game, is all that souls exist for.

Some here on this motley rock will wake up to that in time and transmutate into homofuturus, and others won’t. Their ultraviolence will not get them into the new and far more realer game. Which is but the mysticality of antiquity returning, and where cosmic consciousness ends up ruling this lovely and gorgeously beautiful Earth.

That one is for ZaKaiRan and Polaria and Alarius, and all of their multidimensional and dimensionless, heaven on Earth crew. Who have definitively defined what the concept

‘Cosmic sweetheart’ ~ means.

This rock is not doomed, far from it, and there are more ‘sweethearts’ waking up every day here, or being born into new bodies here, than one could possibly imagine. Whilst watching the six o’clock news, or reading dark words in the dark paper.

They’re everywhere now! Just like Chickenman was. They’re all over the net, and dotted all around neighbourhoods all over the globe. They are a silent army who will shortly introduce cosmic consciousness into the human equation. They’re U Cosmic Beauts, they are.

They’re gunna holographically sink the old world, just by watching it drown itself naturally.

Homosapien will become homofuturus, before homosapien knows what in the fuck is going on.

A bit mystically slow the old model is, but not so will the new version be.

Cosmic consciousness has the innate potential to act like a biological disease, and like a bush fire, spread thoughout the consciousness of the meek, and the slightly more existentially and mystically aware. It is dynamite gear, cosmic consciousness is, and it is easily obtainable by reversing the inner and outer, existential and mystical mindset. Freezing one’self at the point of I am, will accelerate it the reclaimining of the wider consciousness, even further.

When maya and the mindtool get together, they could just about con the ethereal pants off just about anybody. Including those of future beyond the Goddesses and Gods types, who apparently must become attuned to the ascension ropes, and the terrestrial places where the snake consciousness slithers and crawls around. Doing dirty deeds, for everybody, and no one in particular, at the same time.

Which sucks both women and men into some abominably dualised holographicised illusions, where light and darkness are pupportedly fighting it out non stop, on that path where one of them will eventually emerge victorious.

The truth is that neither of them would exist without the Light, and that the both of them are just playing in the Light’s shadow. Where they constitute the unreal, and never the Real.

As well as riding many monster illusions out ~ the Earth dweller must fathom out the heavenly places again, where the liberated dragon flys around unimpinged by the cosmos, whilst wholeheartedly enjoying there its unbound liberty and freedom.

Who one really is at Source point doesn’t use any mindtool conjured up alphabet for communication purposes.

At Source point, one is way beyond scribbling or punching the keys, or any squeaky noise shit. Apparently. There, where no there exists, one is love and Light and blissful unbound freedom and liberty, that is freewheeling with cosmic discovery after cosmic discovery. In a mystical set up that even the genius’s imagination cannot get anywhere near comprehending. In fact, no mindtool can conceive of the conceptuality needed to convey into description what the Source is like. It is just not possible. It ~ cannot be described from terra firma, with any terra firma language. It is not about descriptive words. It is about who one really is, and one can let It get at one, by indulging in third dimensional negation. To the point of sitting pretty in pure I am.

Me venerable book Guru had a bit of a problem with this, because some buggers were desperate for a description of the Nameless One.

The mystical has a gloriously liberating psychology imbued in it, which is why it is so mystical.

The mystical is great!

The cosmic bells are tolling for all homosapiens now, because homofuturus is coming. Homofuturus is really just a souped up fifth dimensional version of homosapien, with a bigger head and another ‘top’ brain, but that’s a secret.

One can never know one’s Source. One can only do the cosmic natural and drop the cruddy third dimensional - I am just one bodymindmachine crap ~ and be one’s Source, again.

It’s a re hash of the old ugly duckling story, it is. Only this time it is the ugly human who is getting the treatment. About time too.

The spirit behind the homosapien species has to be experienced to be believed. There’s a lot of guts, in a lot of gutsy human beings. For sure.

The ugly human is made out the most exquisitely beautiful Light, at Source point.

So is the beautiful human.

One is never, never has been and can never be just whom one has identified one’self to be, up until this point in time. Because one has so far only been playing with one’s third dimensional holographic imprint, whilst maybe rudely neglecting one’s 4^th and 5^th dimensional holographic imprints. What’smore, many have so far not put a toe over the line of multidimensionality, into the dimensionless. It could therefore be said of every homosapien citizen, that they could say about themselves and others;

‘Cosmic Sister! Cosmic Brother! You ain’t seen nothing yet Sunshine!’

One is not a mucked up and stressed out embodied human being, living on a dying lunatical planet then. That is illusion and dreaming, and it is not real. To overcome the mega maya power behind the dreaming, and to wake up from it to It the source Light, one must drop the false notion that one is ‘in’ anything. Universe, world or flesh body, country or gang, any named and shaped thing that one is perceiving as being so called ‘in’, must go. One must widen one’s consciousness range, like one has never ever widened it before.

All inherited and learnt crud identification and description concepts must be ruthlessly butchered, because existentially and mystically speaking, they’re useless. Then what is left, the residual identity of all that abstractly conceptualised third dimensional I am limitation crap which has gone, will be absolutely proven to be all that is existentially and mystically correct.

This is the secret of pure I am mode. The war of duality is gone, and one can cosmically relax, at last. The absolute insecurity of tenure that one faces every third dimensional second as ‘a body’ ‘in a world’ hologram, is no longer a bug. Because one’s blessed pure I am, is a trillionth to the nth times more one’s cosmic security, than anything that one will find on holographic planet Earth. As a fucking ‘this’ concept, or a fucking ‘that’ concept.

Pure I am is oceanic consciousness ~ consolidation identity gear, whilst that other I am this or that shit, is just the holographicised, dreaming wave on the loose, junk.

The mind can rest up in pure I am mode, because it is the great worker beast, who has been labouring far too much. With the I am in a human being crap, and I am the one who has to analytically figure out the problem solving solution, to all of this doomy and gloomy, dark holographic life shit.

Grace should not point the bone at mind, to find an analysed ticket back to Grace. Grace should turn the mind to face square on, where it came from. Where is that? From the Light in the Grace, of course.

One is spirited up soul. What do spirited up souls do, to earn an existential living? Remember? They chase the Light, that’s what they do. That’s all that they really do, because in the true One life reality, that’s all that there really is, to ‘do’.

Once that one has been One with the Light, one cannot get rid of the mystical lust to do the it to It conversion, again. Some forget about it more than others, that’s all.

Souls seek communion with the One life, because the One life is the only life that is really going on. The One life is the Real life, and all others are imagined holographic fabrications. In effect, neither one’self or anyone else or the world or the universe, really exist for real, they’re all cosmic holograms generated by the mindtool; and the origins of all spirits will be found in the timeless and the painless, and the birthless and the deathless state. That is the One life. One will not find them all prissied up and presented, upon this Earth. That the taken outer is the inner, is what one will eventually find.

Cosmic ignition! Death to all conceptualised put downs now! I am the inner and the outer! ~ Is the 21^st century mystic’s call.

The homofuturians are coming! The homofuturians are coming! The homofuturians are coming!

‘Lock up the dreadfully bad guys and gals, or they’ll get zapped!’

Some idiot bodyguards and cohorts may say when this happens, in Earth’s near future.

‘Oh fuck them! Let them get zapped! They deserve it! We can’t help them anymore! They’re just too ultraviolently dumb, and they need a few more third dimensional re runs under their belts. They do.’

Others, who will by far constitute the majority of those who are left, will say.

‘Hey!….Hey!…Homofuturian! There’s one of those ultraviolent things over there! Zap it! Zap it! Zap it! Get that uv, psychotically babbling piece of babysoul projection shit, off our lusciously beautiful holographic rock! Sic girl! Sic boy! Or whatever you are. Get ’im! Zap that 3D re running fucker pronto! Do your cosmic duty, you homofuturian bugger!’

Still others, will holler. At the top of their lungs too.

That all comes across as strong fiction, but wait and see what happens in the planet’s coming transmutation, when the cosmic fat lady sings for the ultraviolents and the mystical dunces here.

Stock up on throat lollies, citizen comrade. That might be a good idea.

All of the existential and physical survival stress out shit is the mindtool’s made up business, and it is holographic illusion. It is pretty good holographic illusion too. One won’t find much better put down illusion in this universe. As indeed, everyone is fully aware of, the arseholed ‘weight’ of the body burden crap feels omnipotently real. It is not however. It is unreal, fake and fraudulent, and second rate holographics, and that is fact and truth.

Let go! Let go! Let go!

Of all conjured up attachments, to conjured up holographic bullshit, and one will dance with every universe known, one will.

I am not the bodymindmachine is a mystical fact.

I am the bodymindmachine is mindtool generated, holographic fiction. This is truth. It is no lie, or con.

The scribe has no wish to bullshit anybody, including himself. The scribe just wants to go HOME ~ by waking up to the timeless mystical HOME that is already here NOW, and has never ever been left. Except in dream. Just like everyone else on this rottenly beguiling, lusciously gorgeous rock really, deep to the 5^th down, wants to do. Go HOME, that is.

Maya dancing with a mindtool makes pretty deathly convincing, solid blood and guts gear, but it is still holographic illusion. That which is timeless and beyond the mind and which is never born and never dies, is in the true cosmic reality, sitting pretty. (As usual and as always.)

A mirthy and hearty freewheeling soul with a decent spirit backing them up will pick it and pierce it that always sitting pretty stuff, sooner or later. Sooner or later, they’ll pick that manifestation et al is just the One life fucking around, and that they are a trillion zillion times more with the One life in spirit, than they are with the body of a mindtool’s holographically projected human being. They’ll wake up from their dreaming, where they think that it is the other way around, sooner or later.

If they don’t then there will be pain and suffering and death, and they won’t have much mystical fun, until they wake up on the other side of this deplorably good hologram.

To test out its 100% affinity for the Light, and to free itself of all imagined Satanic drags on that, a soul, or ‘the accumulated experiences of a spirit throughout time space and dimension’ (Alarius’s definition), will do just about any 2^nd rate, lousy lower dimensional cosmic hologram that’s going. They’ll do them all! They’ll do anything, to get even a tad closer to their beloved and adored Light.

Welcome to the Earth planetary hologram, citizen comrade.

One is back in the third, for a bit of 5^th dimensional fun with I am the inner and the outer.

Whoopee!

You can keep a freewheeling soul with a decent spirit backing them up down on the ground zero ground for some of the time, but nothing will keep the bugger at the ground zero ground level, forever. Via death or enlightenment, they will fire up with the mystical and bust out of this cruddy third dimensional jail, sooner or later.

It looks like it is gunna be sooner, for some spirit conscious dudesses and dudes who are hanging on the Earth these days. Alas, for others, it looks like it is going to be more on the later side. Even more alas, for the deliberately ultraviolent ones who crawl around this planet, like maggots do over a flyblown lamb, it looks like their particular enlightenment is gunna happen, a lot lot lot later. In the evolution of their pretty immature, unbelievably mystically naïve, holographically and mindtool inexperienced, baby souls.

‘The first in this life shall be the last in the next life.’

Was a pretty good and a pretty accurate statement.

Follow the money, and one sees some white upper class English who went to America, to get away from a psychotically dangerous king or queen ripping them off. For a while they were deadly internally, but ok on an international level, but then the dark power really got a hold of them. To the point that pure evil got into their veins, in the form of an ultraviolent profit motive. With God on their side, they dreamed of being world rulers and making squillions, and they still are.

The coloured paper dollar they know real well, in this unreal hologram. The Light of the Real, they know not at all. Nor do their trumpted up enemies. Who dream of knocking the Americans off, so that their God mad mob can be world rulers. When opposing dreams collide within a dreaming set up, the karmic shit always hits the cosmic fan, and many innocents suffer. A lot more than they would be, if there was no war going on.

There are millions of growing homofuturians in the States at the moment.

America is great!

England is great!

Anustralia is great!

Down under the war is far away, and one can always hop a roo to the deli or the shop, to buy some milk, and the enlightening morning paper.

Greece is great!

India and Chile too!

Are great!

All countries are great! They are fine holographic dirt, which homosapien can live on. The Earth spirit provides, no matter where one’s dunghill is.

The universal spirit brings the food and water and medicines and cash and whatever else is required, for a soul’s bodymindmachine appearance to retain its form. When the soul no longer requires experiment with that form, the universal spirit will bring death to it, as a great and trusted cosmic friend ~ and never as an enemy of the people.

Greed is not good, and that Gordon Gekho dude, or whatever his name was, was a mystical fuckwit. Americans are really first class at electing the odd mystical fuckwit to be their psuedo king. Or queen. Anustralians meanwhile, will put any blowfly’s maggot up there, at the so called top. The English, do the same. They even use cardboard box cut outs, over there.

These ‘democratically elected’ ones know how to stir up the mystical fuckwits in other nations, so that the war goes on, and the profits for their mad gang of babysoul psychopaths keep rolling in. They do.

It is pretty easy when even a cartoon or the naming of a Teddy bear, will do it. Occupying the enemy’s land and waging war against them and pinching their oil however, does it better. Especially when one’s mad mob has 20, 000 odd refurbished nukes, and the enemy’s mad mob ain’t got none.

Or maybe they’ve got a little tiddly one hidden somewhere. Who knows? Who really cares, when one can have another Crusade, and invade them on any pretence?

Like happened with Hitler and the Nazis, when the Chinese come to the mad Hatter’s tea party unannounced, America will become involved in a war on two fronts ~ and that will not go well for them. At all. That the once powerful often end up powerless, is a common human story that history repeats time and time again. Like it has got a frog stuck in its time bound throat.

A flag over one’s coffin and salutes galore and a slow march to one’s grave, and bugles and cannon fire galore, will not bring one back to life to pursue cosmic consciousness. Which is the real existential and mystical goal here, whilst dying for a rich and stupid babysoul man’s, or a stupid rich woman’s baby soul bullshit, isn’t. That is just the dumb and getting dumber stuff, being played out on the sick six o’clock news.

This planet could bore the tits off a March fly. Because there are so so so many existential stupids on it, and all that they can do is make war. Which is excrutiatingly boring to souls who wish to push enlightenment to its limits, and to thus make a heaven on Earth.

The 3^rd World War will not just be between the mad power seeking, ultraviolent baby soul juntas of the different nations. It will be behind the scenes and far more importantly, a war between the slightly evolved souls of all nations, and the common across the board ultra violent, ultra pig headed, ultra densely ignorant, killer baby soul. Realizing that their hologram is stepping up in vibration, the already higher in vibration slightly evolved souls will become aware that they can no longer host the baby souls here, or give them anymore planetary ‘learning’ time, and they will without lifting a finger in violence, eject them from this world of a hologram. They’ll froth them up on the existential shore, where they belong, and then they’ll let their spirits take care of them on other 3D, dualistic worlds.

People power will take on a whole new meaning in the mid to late 21^st century, and atomic bombs cannot protect one from the burning power of the Light, and as well, the upper astral souls have been wheeling and dealing a lot lot lot longer, than third dimensional humans have. ‘Man watch out!’ Would seem to be their cry, these days.

‘Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the Earth!’

Was beautifully and oh so prophetically said by another dude who had attained to the cosmic consciousness sense, a long time ago. This one, like me book Guru and others, was the One life with feet. They all said that we too are all the One life with feet, or a stump or a pair of them, too. They all insinuated that we are sleeper Lights, in a light and dark duality. The masses didn’t get that though. They just got ~

‘I am wrathful God created as an imperfect sinner, and will be love God saved from all of that – one mighty fine day.’

Shoved up their arses, from dawn till dusk and inbetween them too.

No wonder then that the masses lost it, and that their pecking order ruling classes got on with spreading their I me mine’s and for my gang’s dark power ~ thru state endorsed murder and killing, and bloodthirstily making more and more material God on their side; profit. For themselves. Animals in an animal yard or all couped up on a holographic planet, will behave as animals, and a while back an Englishman wrote a pretty good story about that.

This one’s for big John and Keiffy.

The English can come in useful for some things then. They are not useless at just about everything from tiddlywinks onwards, as their current combined sport’s dreaming in the dreamtime scorecard, would have the rest of us believe. They can tell a pretty good fiction story, even if they are a bit down in the soccer and the cricket and the tennis etc, at the moment; and some of them can bend it, or keep it straight and spiced up like Beckham ~ sometimes. There is no doubt about that.

England won’t be the same without Parkie on the box, and thank God that the little master had the sense to have the Dame on his last, effervescent show.

The Dame was loud and dazzling, as usual. The Dame did what Dames do best, and Parkie’s last show was a hit. For the masses.

Off course there was another Dame on the last Parkie show too, but she was Earthly quiet, as usual; and that’s duality for y’.

Where have all of the native English gone?

Where have all of the native English gone?

Long time passing.

Where have all of the native Australians gone?

Where have all of the native Australians gone?

Long time passing.

They’ve all gone underground in their cosmopolitan societies!

They’ve all gone underground in their cosmopolitan societies!

They’re holding up in their ratboxes in their cosmopolitan societies!

They’re hanging low and waiting for homofuturus to get here - and sort both the natives and the immigrants out, they are.

Long time passing.

We are all, believe it or not, behind and beyond all conceptualised descriptions about gender, race, creed or colour, or socio-economic status ~ freewheeling souls and young to old cosmic players, who exist on a scale of babyish to slightly evolved, to way way way way way out in the beyond absolutely amazing types. Furtherfuckingmore citizen comrade, we are all timeless and birthless and deathless at our common Source point. We all have mighty decent spirits backing us up, who will be at us relentlessly to stay away from all mindtool imagined holographic rubbish, so that we play just with the Light beyond the primal I am door again. Until we step back thru the always open primal I am door, and into our Source Light, our spirits will be hot up our arses to stay away from all stupid dark shit. For sure.

Our souls will be backing our spirits, and not our egos, too. This tells all. The cosmic game is about getting it back on with the Light. It is not about fucking around with illusory and trumpted up, mindtool generated holographic darkness forever. That may be for ultraviolent baby soul stupids, but it is not for the slightly evolved soul, who to the depths of their existential and mystical being and non being, abhors violence. In all of its forms. Because it puts out vibrations which are the opposite of those of the love and Light that are mystically and existentially sought, and are so sorely missed.

It is a good time to play the Real cosmic game. It really really really is.

Because then heaven on Earth and homofuturus can come, and the Earth hologram story can be salvaged from the cosmic gutter, and significantly turned around.

We are all light beings who came out of the Light, and who are going back into the Light. As the good, the bad and the ugly, and the mystically evolved, always do. We are the champions when it comes to that ~ Come out of the Light and holographically muck around ~ and then bugger off back into the Light game. We are.

We aren’t the holographics which will become extinct, or rather, which will shortly intensify its frequency level. On the contrary, we are that unknown and unseen and unmanifested component of all of this world in a universe stuff, which will go on and on and on forever, into eternal infinity. We are the cosmic spirit of that making discovery after discovery, regarding the extent of our own common Light, as we explore our unlimited and eternal, infinite potentiality.

This is the Tao, and what das human is really all about, according to the past and present Gurus of planet Earth.

That’s a pretty good future, to be going back into the Real and the Light, where even the ‘future’ doesn’t exist for real, though it is accommodated. Along with the past, and all of the mindtool’s other falsely implanted memory shit. It is nothing to get upset about. On the contrary, it is the rejoice yee lucky motherfucker’s, gear. For the existential and mystical joy and bliss is not future stuff. It is here and now, in the I am the inner and the outer and the beyond mindset, and beyond the pure I am.

It is the ~ I am the happy liberated cosmic dot of a spirit, on the mystical and existential spot ~ stuff. It is.

It’s all in one’s existential and mystical, inner and outer timing, true happiness is. The absolutely existentialised consciousness that is on the inner and outer mystical spot, gets it, and becomes It again. By dropping the third dimensional, I am inner only, 3D programming bullshit.

The personalised consciousness that is absolutely dimensionally lost with I am inner third dimensional space only, and is soul spread out in mindtool generated space and time from one end of the universe to the other, and doesn’t even know it; and is anywhere but on the existential and mystical spot, doesn’t get it. Or It, either.

Pure I am will get It for one, effortlessly and spontaneously, and quite naturally will the Grace state dawn upon one again, before it floods the mindtool in full force. I am this or that 3D conceptuality tripe, won’t achieve that. It never has, and it never will, because it is programming that is not attuned to cosmic consciousness. At all.

Letters or words or symbols or concepts of any kind, cannot make the entire journey back to one’s mystical Source point, where enlightenment free wheels.

They try hard, but like sperm who didn’t get to crack the cosmic egg, they fall away and holographically die.

They can point the way HOME, and they may take off like Hell’s Angels on their motorbikes, but they just can’t make it to the Light.

That’s a fact, according to me Guru.

Elevation is a heart matter, not a mind one. Wouldn’t one know it? Apparently, it is very one to One, cosmic attitudinal stuff. Does one acknowledge that one has a dimensionless Source point, and if so, how does one view and feel about that entity filled, entityless entity, that is called here, the Light? Of the One life. Whom one reverts back to, when one blows the fuck out of the third dimensional matrix here, with the pure I am consciousness shift. Or whatever, less speedy route back to the Real is taken. A bit more on that later on, venerable citizen comrade, and fellow multidimensional, cosmic player.

Love happens ~ when there is massive let go from the fake I am inner only programming shit, and the inner and the outer, and the unconscious and the conscious are reunited, so that they become One item again. I am in love with so and so or this or that so called doing, translates catalyst like thru to I am in love with the universe, and the sparkey feedback rebound from the universe programme from that can be quite potent. It can be drug like, like Mr Ferry sang about. Love is a drug. Because the mindtool loves to kill time lovingly sometimes, and the timeless spirit in the universe can identify very easily with that. It can recognise Its Self thru love and exteme giving and extreme letting go of fake holographic individuality, and it can flood one’s mindtool’s carbie then, big time. It can.

Imagine ~ knowing hopefully ~ what falling in love and being in love feels like, the rebound from being fully awake and naturally in love with the Real and the Light? Of who one really is at Source point. Imagine the cosmic orgasmicness of and in adopting that ~ I am the inner and the outer and the great beyond, and the unlimited mystical potentiality unfolding, heart prompted, mindtool programming?

Imagine the mystical release and the cosmic kickbacks from negating the I am the inner holographic ‘weight’crap?

That would be a direct line to the Boss of all bosses, who is but an elevated and ascended version of one’self, and Real Self. Jesus! Master! No more poxy duality stuff, which so phases the good versus evil mindtool out. The moodswinging up and down and around and around, and the I am no good, I am not a cosmic player crap. Vanquished! Dissolved! Gone forever! Shot to death by a supreme awareness of the existential and mystical stakes here. Bliss and blow one away stuff, for existentially and mystically sure. Enlightenment! A nifty little cosmic shift off the rottenly boring, vile wheel of re run to death, third dimensional karmic bullshit. The U cosmic Beaut stuff, all right. Liberation, and the real honest to God truth, about this mighty strange place. At last.

Nothing in a Target or a K Mart or on a computer will beat accessing and downloading It the homofuturian spirit, again. I am made out of love and Light is truth, and it cannot be beaten.

Fix that clearly in the mindtool, as the only worthwhileness in this holographically unsound, beautiful dump. Fix clearly also that it is one’s divine right, to reclaim one’s Grace state. One has done the mighty hard yards involved in I am inner only, and now it is time for a bit of I am the inner and the outer, acceleration.

‘Chase the Light! Chase the Light! Chase the Light! Chase the Light, and then chase It some more, you third dimensional buggers!’

All guides, in all universes, are currently chanting. In that ethereal background, that is the watershed between the matrix here, and the Real.

Consciousness, according to Nisarga ~ the extent of the known in the eternal infinity of the unknown, is like water in a shoreless ocean, and no matter what matter form that it is adopting as the host impersonation, it will seek itself out, and postulate merry reunion. Like any stream water that leads into any river that leads into any Earth ocean does. It wants to join up and party big time, the consciousness water does. It has a universal force running thru it that pushes it to do that. The timeless Light put it there and it is every bod’s cosmic guarantee that everything is gunna turn out, just fine. On the other side of all of this holographic shit and all thru its rankly dense vibrations, is the timeless Light, and don’t worry about that. Or anything else either. Is the 21^st century mystic’s, existential and mystical word.

No wonder then that girls like boys, and boys like girls, and girls like girls, and boys like boys; and that they love to milk the water from out of one another. Maybe share a bit of their’s around too, when they’re in a good mood and they’re not too dirty on anybody, or this filthy dirty world.

The true artist is just a medium for the One item. The true artist knows that one does nothing anyway, and that the One life just freewheels it all thru one. The true artist is never the personal, they are always just the impersonal conductor.

The true artist is the one who makes no claims on the manufactured product. They don’t say ~ ‘I did that!’ They say ~ ‘A bodymindmachine did that! For the love of something to do.’

The true artist is one with all art and there’s love in the air usually, when their art is being done ~ and also there’s the usual toil upon the ground. Toil on motherfucker! Das human is a master of that. Where master means knows what to do with it, and has no sexual gender connotations. At all.

Love is great. Love is Light. Love rules, not war. Which according to the Master, is hatred in action. War is always a grotesque appearance, but love always goes beyond any appearance, whether it is grotesque or not. Because it is the super subtle gear that has come from the great beyond to here, to play. Love’s family head is called the Light, and It cannot be beaten.

No ultra ignorant, shit for brains, baby soul projected human swine, who bullies and rapes and murders directly or indirectly, will ever beat the Light. The real truth is that they are deathly afraid of Its blinding self and Self responsibility side, and that is both the karmic drag around their ignorant astral and human necks, and their heavily outdated existential problem. It is not the mystic’s. Whose sole and soul aim is to mow a pleasant path back thru their existential and mystical consciousness, for assimilation with the Light purposes. They want to share the Light with all and sundry, and have not the least desire to try and control or kill It. Like the baby soul, power heads, so naively do.

Who one really is at Source point uses a timeless language that is full of mystical and spiritual love and Light, which is devoid of any negativity whatsoever. One cannot be more ‘up’ existentially, mystically and spiritually, than when one dances with who one really is. Beyond and behind the third dimensional, common to the core; I am just a lump of solid flesh in a world, matrix ~ is where the cosmic bliss hangs out. Apparently.

One’s Source point or the Real, is all of the less’s. It is formless, timeless, spaceless, sense-less, bodyless, mind-less, person-less, descriptionless, conceptualess, inconceivable and indescribable, etc. The engendered ‘feeling’ of truth, liberty and realness that is fostered by renouncing the third dimension and returning to one’s natural background and beyond Source however, is a trillion to the nth times harder than the hardest diamond, and as precious as life and love, subtle or gross, are themselves.

To reach the Real, one must be existentially fearless and terrestrially desireless. One must vacate the body and see it rightly as nothing but a mindtool made up bubble in consciousness.

One must empty one’s mindtool of all content, and explore from there.

One’s dimensionless Source point is the Real, and the rest is unreal, and love and light should not quarrel about that.

Me book Guru reckoned.

It has to be faced, sooner or later, in this life or the next, he crapped on, that one is neither body nor mind nor feeling nor thought.

‘I am not the body, nor the contortions of the mind! I have never been that!’

He used to emphasise.

This sounds pretty weird first up, considering how one’s third dimensional brainwashing and conditioning makes one ‘feel 100% like a body’, but like driving a car, one can easily get the hang of it. Because it is a cosmic fact that one is not those items.

Though, due to the third dimensional programming, conditioning and brainwashing, it most certainly appears and ‘feels’ that way from the ground zero level. That one is just a single body stuck in a lunatical world, that is.

A secret from the Gurus is however and apparently, that when the body moves or thinks or feels, it is not what is within it that is prompting all of that. From the tip of the nose to the nearest street corner, to the edge of the universe and the beyond, the prompting of movement, thought and feeling etc, all come from what surrounds the body. Close in that is the mind, and then further out it is just ambiotic and mystical consciousness, which is spraying out of the great beyond’s Light. Which hosts the lot.

It this 3D boghole, is all clever holographics - as transcendental Light whistles thru one’s mindtool, and the mindtool converts the whistling into holographic ideas that are dense in vibration, and named and shaped: and then not satisfied with stopping there, the ol’ gung ho mindtool blasts them all out, via some pretty nifty cosmic projection, up on to its third dimensional screen.

3D fear and desire then trip and trap the soul consciousness all up exclusively in a lower dimensional body format, and the mindtool ignores its other 4D, 5D etc, holographic screens. The fall from Grace is then complete. A sensually beautiful body in a sensually beautiful world was soul desired, and a sensually beautiful body in a sensually beautiful world was soul got. At least for a few innocent couple of years ~ and courtesy of one’s bodymindmachine mum’s vagina.

The vagina is great! The vagina is great! The vagina is great!

The vagina is a female Maximus. When it lets another victim into this third dimensional, holographic shithole. Which is all illusion sustained and held together by the matrix.

Which is testimony to the awesomeness of the mindtool, as a fake reality creator, and a suck one’s wider consciousness right in, soul tool.

The mindtool however is not the enemy. The enemy is the poor limited me programming, involving the ~ I am a just a third dimensional victim slob, who’s going to die one day. Thank God.

3D programming.

Without death, we’d be bogged up in eternal senility forever, the Master reckoned. The joint would be really on the nose too, a lot more than it is now, no doubt.

Mysticality is all about setting up a cosmic relationship with one’s mindtool, that is amicable to both one’s cosmic spirit, and the mighty tool of the soul, that is known as mind. Like Hal, or a Hal-ess, the mind is not the guilty party. The venerable mindtool has been abominably tuned up with rankly ignorant third dimensional shit, about being stuck in a body full stop, and therefore having to fight to ensure the said animal bod’s survival. This is not the mind’s fault, and it is innocent of the ego’s heavy handed accusation that it is a faulty and accursed, demon possessed implement. That is pure and unadulterated, cosmic crap.

The guilty party is the low down and dirty rotten ~ I am no good because I am so limited as original sin, programming. Which one has secondhand inherited, because homosapien has not yet moved out of beast animal – God worshiping mode, and picked the mystical connection between I am the inner, and I am the inner and the outer ~ at the same time. All in all, humans en masse have gone nowhere with their existential and mystical psychology, since Eve and Adam or whomever, had their first craps on Mother Earth.

I am the body! Is the par. I am self interest follows, and as everybody knows, self interest is deadly dangerous, ego power stuff. Such holographic dribble sends many a patron psychotic, and the proof is all around this planet. Unfortunately, citizen comrade.

One will never tune one’s mindtool to its 4D or 5D plus screens, with the I am 3D body boo hoo limitation cancer in one’s existential and mystical psyche. No way. Christ! Angels call that sort of ridiculous programming – cosmic shit, and they break it up and stick it in little ethereal buckets, and bury it out in their astral backyards. They do. Apparently.

One should turn one’s attention away immediately from all I am degrading and put down limitation, holographic junk. Something to look forward to, after a while the pure I am in one, having been woken up some from its dimensional slumbers, will start to automatically kill all I am degrading stuff, like it is wiping out dirty useless make y’dick bigger spams, in one’s block of e mail. On one’s pc or whatever.

One is not just a single body stuck in a lunatical world, and that’s a cosmic fact and not the 3D imagination which has it the other way around, because one’s pure and primal I am comes before any of that, and therefore one is a lot more pure I am, than one is any of that other stuff.

Does a cart full of mindtool generated holographic crap, come before a mystical horse called I am? Of course it doesn’t citizen comrade!

Look gently and quietly and with a good sense of humour at the common mindset’s programmed equation, and consequent I am all 3D holo g - psyche set up.

‘I am ‘in’ a body as mind, ‘in’ a world ‘in’ a universe, that has maybe been created by God.’

That is.

What comes first?

What comes before all of the other holographic junk?

What comes prior to body, mind, universe or pupported God?

The I am does.

The I am rules then!

Nothing within its downloaded holographics does.

Is step one, on the 21^st century mystic’s path.

The mindtool is computer like and the crud third dimensional programme that it is using runs off the pure I am engine room. The I am is the first cell of manifestation, and the first manifestation of existentiality and mysticality, and everything else that exists is built on this first cell, or the primal I am. All this and that descriptions, would not get to be this and that descriptions, unless the primal I am motor is going first.

One sits as soul in the mindtool’s theatre watching a pre selected mindtool film, and identifies with being one character up on the mindscreen, which is chock full of characters. Is one really that one character, that one has downloaded one’s entire wider consciousness into?

Nein! One is all of the characters, plus what’s beyond them too. That is cosmic gospel, and not cosmic bull.

Step two, on the 21^st century mystic’s path, that is.

The I am is an always open mystical door and one side of it contains the omniverse, whilst the other doesn’t, it is where the Real and who one really is at dimensionless Source point of Light hangs out ~ and one chooses where one wants to play, one does. Does one stick like shit to a shit encrusted shovel, to the ultra boring, ultra false known? Does one cling out of holographically existentialised fear to the known holographics? Being that ~ I am a bodymindmachine in a world, mindtool generated, third dimensional, holographic crap. Or does one strip to nothing but one’s bare natural self, and dive heart and headfirst into one’s own timeless Self, or the unknown to the known? Again. Thru pure I am, or some other, less speedy, cosmic path.

These are powerful powerful powerful questions for some homosapiens, these days. More powerful than God, they are.

I am pure and unadulterated consciousness of I am, comes way before any I am woman, or I am man stuff. Or any God or universe.

The ocean always comes before any surface waves, or the conceptuality which they use to describe themselves and their imagined, mindtool generated, holographicised environment.

That’s a fact citizen. It is not fantasy.

The fantasy is what one is living and taking to be real, when it is not real, its abstract to the Real; because it is mind made up and time bound. I am a human wave is nothing but a mindtool fraud. There is no such thing as a human really, there is just the One life, holographically mucking around. The Master not only knew that, he saw it in operation as well.

Soul wise, it the 3D ‘life’ is like ‘jumping’, or ‘projecting’, into a holographicised come real movie, and identifying as just being one homosapien player ~ when all of them are tangible thru one’s mindtool. As the collective one Self, or Light, which broadcasts all soul conjured up, holographic games. Really. Mystically divine humour about the Self to self cock up, or the self to Self clit up, is one’s greatest ally. That Grace can get so holographically lost in a dream world that is taken to be real, when it is anything but the Real, is a pretty good cosmic joke. To anyone with even a beaver’s sniff of cosmic consciousness.

Who is the divine One to one and one back to One cosmic joke on? Of course, in a duality, it has to be on one’self, the ego encapsulated, arsewiping bodymindmachine character up on the mindtool’s holographicised mindscreen, and the One Self; or who one really is, at one’s dimensionless Source point of Light ~ at the same time. When this gets rediscovered, and the host vehicle multidimensionally wakes up, the mystical laughter just goes on and on and on. Apparently. All of the way into the infinitely eternal zone of mystical discovery, that the timeless cosmic child in one, loves so ~ absolutely well. Apparently.

The one back to One back to one recycling mystical trip, is the cosmic bliss stuff, all right.

Why does one get so dimensionally and holographically lost? Why does one drop so far down as wider and higher vibration consciousness, Grace turd like? So that one has to eject common brown turds from a tubular body’s bumhole, and then attend somehow to the hole that the said turds were ejected from. On the nose hassle and body hustle gear, for sure. Spirits like to fly and flit thru the dimensions of the wider consciousness, and they absolutely love dashing in and out of their common Light. Being stranded like a rock at some dunny or wherever, with a shitty and smelly hole that needs immediate attention, doesn’t particularly turn them on. Does it, citizen comrade?

One gets cosmically lost as a split and separated self, so that one can cosmically find One’s one Self. Again. Which is enlightenment and cosmic game set and match, and the 3D matrix fucked clean thru all of the other d’s and into the dimensionless zone of the great beyond, but of course ~ that was and will always be holographically obvious. There’s no need for the scribe to lay it on too thick, is there citizen comrade?

For too many however, their ‘movies’ are pretty bad, karmic bullshit. They’re not even B grade gear, and sometimes they don’t even collect a one star, cosmic rating. They don’t even get a single cosmic shot off at the 3D matrix these uv ones, because they live their whole lives, ignorant to the fact that there is one. A matrix here, that is.

It is all real and nothing but blood and bone from day one until their last death day for these perps, when at last for others, they can no longer bully, rape, con and rip off, or torture, or kill any more people. They can even go into the negative stars, if one knows what is meant, and those dumb dumb dumb mystical fuckers, are always the baby soul ultraviolent stupids. They just don’t get it that underneath all of their bravado and up front power and war business, that they are running their mindsets off existential and mystical fear. Whilst claiming to believe in, and worship, a God of love. If that is not insane and lunatical mindtool programming citizen comrade, then what is?

Into such a warped and dark and babysoul ignorant psychology, the cosmic child is born, and no wonder that the cosmic child is on the loose, with cosmic consciousness. These dark dark dark, made out of love and Light, days.

The babysoul uv’s just don’t get it that to fear the One life, and to try and take It out by accentuating horribly the common death wish, because It pupportedly dropped one’s dirty bung species into a dirty bung, bum wiping third dimension, is a big big big mistake. It is a chronic soul error, in a love and Light filled, mystical and existential universe, like this lusciously gorgeous one. Over which, if another little secret be let out, one’s mindtool has entire range.

What does one’s mindtool do in dreams? It flirts with the universe, it does. What does one’s mindtool do in deep sleep, where there is no dreaming of any kind? It flirts with the Light, it does. Frisky and adventurous little universal articles of soul technology, mindtools are. There’s no doubt about that, citizen comrade.

‘Turn the mind into an instrument of discovery.’

The Master reckoned.

Then it the holographic machine of holographic machines, the mindtool that is, winds up back here sporting a bumhole, without a clue about any of that, flirting with the universe and the Light that is backing it up, cosmic stuff. Which happens when the 3D body identity is cut, because the body has conked out. Just like happened when its body mum shot it out the belly paradise. Down a vaginal wormhole, into this appalling, appalling, appalling, though still quite lusciously gorgeous and beautiful, world.

They have to dominate to compensate for their imagined fear of a perceived existential and mystical weakness, and mortal flaw within. They want their God’s wrath power to compensate for them only having limited mortal power, and from their toes to their heads, they are choc full of ignorant third dimensional bullshit. They actually think that they are holographically licensed, and God endorsed, to kill homosapiens, indirectly or directly, non stop. Not only do these baby soul morons think this, they actually think that they will be mystically and existentially excused from the ultra heavy payback karma, from their dirty deeds, done mega expensively. They think that they’re gunna waddle into some God’s paradise, and be rewarded for letting the bestial lower animal brain within them, go. Whilst they were on the Earth.

They’re not the smartest cosmic players in the universe, that’s for sure citizen comrade. They’re the holographic dopes. Boy! Do they ever drag one hell of a gigantic holographic payback anchor, behind their dirty souls. They show the common gung ho mystic, absolutely, what to steer clear of, all right.

The one and only cosmic fact is what and where one’s mystical existentiality is sourcing from, and where one will return to with that, when like everything else in this punk of a holographic universe, fraudulent time and space die.

As soon as one becomes conscious of being conscious of one’s natural wider consciousness too, and one bumps up one’s awareness with I am the inner and outer watcher witness, and I am not really ‘in it’, it is in ‘I’, everything starts to swing towards an inner and outer mystical pitch. Solidity moves into fluidity like it is melting, and the mindtool generated holographic world starts dissolving upon investigation, and then the cosmic game that one is playing accelerates no end.

Some pretty hot cosmic shit can happen. Mystical insights can come out of the slowed down motorbike mind, and they can blow one away, they can.

A wave comes from the shoreless ocean of consciousness that one really is as primal I am, but where and what does the shoreless ocean come from? That is the question.

All mindtools implode back to a speck of I am that receeds into the beyond Light, where there is no I am, sooner or later. Via enlightenment, or death.

Earth is the first mystical station on the transcendental line back to the Light, death is the second, but there are many more stations after that before one reaches the Light, or there can be.

Unless one wishes to get it over and done with, and realise and revert back to one’s natural Light in this current lifetime, that is.

That is always one’s mystical option, whilst enduring horrendous bumwiping galore, and a lunatic filled environment, simultaneously.

Me book Guru did it the re Grace up and return to existential and mystical Source trip in three years. I am seven years into the model that he so brilliantly, and exceedingly Indian Guru like, propogated.

Maybe Mr Dylan should start singing The Times They Are A Changing ~ Again. Because despite the apolyptic appearance, the times really are changing, because, the homofuckingfuturians are coming. They really are, and that’s no lie. How would it profit the scribe to lie to the audience, citizen comrade?

Citizen comrade! There’s a homofuckingfuturian inside of one, right at this very moment. Itsa a busting to get out into this cock and bull dimension, and a sort this third dimensional bullshit out. Once and for all. It wants to bring 5^th dimensional love and Light technology, to the mortal 3D ground, and rearrange the holographics and the mindtool programming here, somewhat.

Citizen comrade! Let the mystical and existential, cosmic homofuturian in y’go, or y’may not make the transmutational and transdimensional cut, that’s a coming in the very near future, for planet Earth.

A sense of I am ~ ness being that has a degree of invested existential and consciousness awareness, must exist first as a whatever it really is. A thoughtless feeling of I am existential existence or whatever; comes before anything else in the manifested or conceptualised abstract can be. The I am (this or that) third dimensional programming is like a sun that comes up from over the asleep horizon, where the great beyond lurks, when people first open their waking eyes. The pretender alphabetically conceptualised this and that descriptions that follow the pure I am sun are secondary to the I am, (I am…. ~ body, mind, thinking, created by God, feelings, happy, sad, skinny, fat, rich, poor, crazy, not crazy, etc etc etc to the nth power), and they are artificially made up cosmic product then. Every artificial holographic body is made by an artificial holographic mind. Is pure I am artificial? Ja! Jawohl citizen comrade! Even eet is. According to me book Guru.

The body is just an idea in the mind, and there is no such thing as mind really, the Master reckoned. Well. The mind is one drop of consciousness, in a shoreless ocean of consciousness. The Master did at least acknowledge that.

What’s one drop of consciousness water, in a shoreless ocean of the shit? It is not much, is it? It’s pretty well nothing. Hey?

That’s real mythbuster’s stuff, that is, and it is more than a bit of a mystery this primal I am fucker, which comes prior to everything else in one’s existence. It is the top cat of the top cats when it comes to getting a manifested images within consciousness happening going, until one zooms back into the great beyond. Apparently. There is no I am at Source point there where no there exists, and that blows mindtools away sometimes.

It comes across, time and time again, that whatever one existentially and mystically discovers at the point of enlightenment, (which will happen for all of us eventually), the discovered will in no way at all, match up with anything that one has so far or will ever encounter, in the ‘known’ world. Which is the abstract, compared to the Real, and the real compared to the abstract, which is the way homosapiens have so far dished up ~ their existential and mystical existences.

On plates of mystical and existential ignorant karmic bullshit, apart from the very rare Guru, who has cracked the matrix to cosmic consciousness.

The I am comes out of the I am less Source point. It filters into the shoreless ocean of consciousness, and courtesy of a mindtool, it winds up all perverted and degraded in thoroughly corrupted human beings. That’s how it goes apparently, when one drops down from Grace for a bit of a muck around, in this or that holographic play in consciousness. One forgets so much of one’s cosmic identity data stuff, and everything just keeps closing in around one and into one’s fake vestibule, until one thinks that one is nothing but a flesh and body human being. Which is a universal bummer, if ever there was one.

The opposite of I am the inner and the outer mindset programming, is sheer hell. It is bemusion piled on top of bemusion, and a lot more existential fear and anger than a goat has got up its arse. For sure.

Dropping down from Grace isn’t easy. In fact it is bloody hard yakka trying to run a third dimensional homosapien mindtool. Expecially in a turd of a dualistic, rank beast’s and gorgeous angel’s world, like this one.

The I am is like the mindtool computer’s holographic mouse. Click it on a this or that abstractly conceptualised box, like I am ~ THE INNER ONLY; or I am woman, or I am not woman ~ (I am a common bastard); and that’s all that one will get.

Fat greedy bastards abound on this planet. There’s no shortage of fat greedy bitches here, either. They’re all ignorant baby souls, and that is their gross misfortune.

It is a simple matter that what one loads one’s I am up with, one will get as experience, sooner or later. Because the universal set up will take one’s I am programming, and beam it straight back into one’s life. The universe is entirely benevolent, and it gives one what it reads that one wants. Always. Full stop. I am love or hate, chaos or order, trouble or harmony; the universe beams it straight back into one’s life, depending on which one of those that one sticks on the end of one’s I am.

The misguided human plays with poor me, I am a victim, I am no good, sniff sniff, and then ‘expects’ someone or something in the outer to fix that, and liberate them from their own inner self betrayal. It could be God or something with genitalia, it doesn’t matter, so long as it is somebody. This of course will never ever happen, whilst the universe functions the way that it does. All that it will do is to perpetuate karmic bullshit relationships with other people, and their mind made up Gods.

One must be extremely, extremely, extremely careful, what one sticks on the end of one’s I am, and for the best existential and mystical results, one should put absolutely nothing there.

Persons are threadlike holographic constructs and are built out of threads of memories and memorised habits, and the Source Light is made out of of countless persons who are not picking and picking up that they and everything else that exists, is made out of the said One life of Light. Of who they really are at Source point, where enlightenment gallops around an infinite paddock.

It can be a rock hard lesson picking that the Earth in a universe movie ~ is in one and the One simultaneously, and that the one is ‘in’ a body on the Earth in the universe movie hypotheses, is rank holographic falsity. Not many have so far picked it historically that one is always all of the unlimited points, and never the limited body point, but things are on the move.

Homofuturus will have no trouble picking it.

I am the inner and the outer and the beyond! Is great! Mate! Woof woof! Woof!

It sure is different to, I am just ‘in’ a lowly and oh so limited and not really worth that much, fucked up, fucking sinner of a human being.

I am already just compressed and depressed blood and bone as a natural born sinner, that is.

I am already made out of Light, and so is everything else! Is great mate! It is most mystically empowering, and teaches the most ultimate respect for one’self, and for all creatures great and small on the presumed ‘outside’, who are enduring this third dimensional, holographic shit. Called Earth.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

Woof! Woof! Woof!

Woof!

It is groovy, tickle one’s arse with a cosmic feather – gear, the I am the inner and the outer too mindset, is.

I am liberated awareness from one hundred percent identity with being in a bodymindmachine!

I am pure and unadulterated consciousness!

I am not an original sinner!

I am not mystically or existentially guilty of any fucking thing!

Is shoot the cosmic pony stuff.

I am perfect right now at my dimensionless Source point, is the existential and mystical truth.

It is not another politician’s lie.

It is the get y’transcendental rockettes and rocks off gear, and never have to vote again for anybody stuff, for sure.

Woof!

I am the timeless and the birthless and the deathless Real at Source point!

Is lovely stuff to shake one’s mindtool up with. Woof! Woof! Woof!

I am just in one lowly and limited human! Sucks! Big time! Boooooooooo! Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Piss off! Bollocks! To I am in a human only, as puerile mindtool limitation. Bugger that mindtool trumpted up, holographically projected cock and bull. It reeks of confinement and imprisonment upon trumpted up, false existential and mystical charges. It absolutely stinks of unnecessary gross sufferings, IGNORANCE, and falsely made up make believe illusions galore. It is chronically outdated and it is just about out of time, because the new homofuturus kid on the galactic block, is just around the cosmic corner. Right now. Initially homofuturus will look just like homosapien, and then the back of homosapien’s head will start to grow, as the highly intuitive, highly psychic, extraordinarily mystical homofuturian brain gets going.

It’ll signal the end of drop dead gorgeous types. Thank God. It’ll be bye bye to the babes and the hunks who think that they are something special and should be treated accordingly by their own projected outers, for sure.

No one is ‘special’ when all and sundry are made from the exact same Light.

Nothing of any eternally timeless value can ever come to one from the holographicised outside. It the mystical gold is all generated from within, and a janitor with cosmic consciousness, is a very happy janitor. 24/7 and 365 days per year period, too.

Can one love someone with a dirty great big brain, and maybe get it on with them and their crew?

Yes! If one can love someone with a tiny little brain and get it on with them and their tiny brained crew, one can always cross the floor of duality into the non dual.

The One and the all are the same, and many millions of humans are aware of that cosmic fact now. The difference between the One and the all is not one of a kind, it is one of vibrational density. The all are gross and some of them are getting grosser, whilst others are becoming a lot more subtle. The Light is super super super subtle beyond mystical belief, and the only place where the two twains can intersect and hash it out, and sort it all out existentially and mystically, once and for all, is in the cosmic heart. Especially that one which is embedded in the body’s chest.

The mind, being only a spirited technological tool of the soul, cannot take one to the Real, alas. There is an abyss there which only the heart can cross, because only the heart can build the sort of cosmic bridge that one needs to build, to cross it. The bridge that joins where one loves One, and One loves one, and the One and one are the gear of the all and the beyond too, no intellect will ever make. It is too instinctive, too apperceptual, and too intuitive a chasm, for the intellect to make the jump.

Whatever It the Light is, It is in the cosmic magic of the cosmic moment. It is the inner and outer and beyond gear. It is never past or future. It is always here and now, and right on the timeless inner and outer spot. It is who one really is, at Source point.

Who does one really love? Unconditionally! Hands down and universe up. Who is upset that dualistic love and hate are causing love and light to quarrel inside and out so damn much, in this befuddling and bemusing, ultraviolent, Jekyll and Hyde dimension? What is one’s primal love and hate relationship, at this dualistic dark and light level? Is it that one that one has with the missus or the hubby and the rest of the family. Or is it the one with the girlfriend or the boyfriend, or one’s sport’s team or car or computer or guitar? Or whatever. Or even one’s job, or God forbid, one’s mindtool. No! Nein kameraden! It is that existential and mystical and spiritual one, that one has with who one really is, at one’s Source point. Because Source equals HOME, hyper and ultra big time, It does.

Every soul has got a mighty powerful thirst to go HOME ~ one mighty fine day. They’ve got that on their things to do cosmic slate, allright. A soul wouldn’t be a soul, if they didn’t have that mighty powerful thirst to go HOME ~ one mighty fine day ~ On their things to do, cosmic slate.

HOME equals the Light, and by a far far far majority, most souls really really really like the Light, they do. They absolutely love Eet, they do.

‘I have no use for any of this! It has come of its own accord, and it will go of its own accord.’

Me book Guru commented on this third dimension, one mighty fine day.

If one gets one’s Source point relationship abslutely right, then one will absolutely shit one’s other relationships in as successful cosmic stories. One will. If one gets it wrong and existentially and mystically perverted however, karmic bullshit relationships could haunt one’s life, even beyond the grave.

Does one love one’s true and real One life of a Source point Self, enough to quit the third dimensional ~ I am inner bodymindmachine only bullshit, and dive into the unknown, unseen, unmanifested ~ beyond? By focusing on pure I am as much as possible. By positing one’s self in that mystical position that one is in, before all of the holographics gets started, that is.

‘I am the inner and the outer and the beyond.’ That is.

‘Rest up in the shade of I am!’ The Master used to say.

To get to one’s Source point, or rather to create those temporal conditions where one’s Source Light can get at one, sit in pure I am, and do not waver from it. Refuse all conceptualised descriptions about oneself, and pull out of being ‘inner’ only, and be inner and outer consciousness and just watch it all, without any like or dislike or concern for the survival of any of it. Dive back into the unknown again, and join the cosmic party called ~ Enlightenment For All Galactic Beings, (EFAGB); again.

Or does the thought of sitting in pure I am shit scare the absolute shit out of one, to the point of prompting yet more rigidly cynical denial and alienation from the Real, so that one hugs one’s; I am just a third dimensional bodymindmachine of a limited person, who has maybe been created so pitifully limited by an unlimited God ~ even harder?

Is one an existential and mystical, cosmic pussy? Or is one an existential and mystical, gun cosmic PLAYER? That is the question, citizen comrade.

Far better is it to just hug pure I am, and to drop the trumpted up and imagined cock and bullshit. Apparently, according to me book Guru, Sri Nisargadatta.

The true mystic has no use for creation, evolution and destruction, because they know that it is all mindtool generated, holographic crap. The dwelling place of the true mystic is outside in of creation, evolution and destruction.

Is one even maybe, a bit secretly underneath it all, and despite all of one’s good intentions, a tad or a tad plus pissed off with one’s omnipotent Source point? For supposedly dropping one mystically clueless, into this unbelievably dirty, filthy, stinking, unbelievably hard yakka and mindtool bemusing, shit of a wondrously beautiful, dualised holographic world. Does one feel that one’s Source point long ago, in antiquity maybe, existentially and mystically abandonned one to soul recycle in and out of this horrendous duality? Whilst It the Light ~ the dirty omnipotent and omniscient Bugger, as usual, enjoyed all peace, all quiet, all joy, all bliss and all of that, in the non dual. Is one even a bit narky plus, that one has had to suffer so much pain and suffering and bemusion, within a limitation set up hologram, because of one’s bloody, or rather bloodless, Source point?

Is one, deep deep deep down in one’s psyche, full of gallingly moody limitation, and step down cynically dirty on one’self and one’s species, and this dirty but still amazingly beautiful, transmutating world. Because of the dropped in the dimensional shit perception?

Does one’s ego feel hard done by, by the lower dimensional explorations of one’s Source point?

The higher self and the lower self are really one self, but the ego has put a split there. Can one dissolve it the split? How does one do that? It has been said before and it will be said again. Sit in I am and be quieter than a mouse, and do not move, and the split will mend itself.

Who insists on fostering the conditions where souls can stage lousy freewheeling dualistic holograms? Where horror runs rife, and the mystical fun level is akin to excreta at the bottom of an unflushed toilet bowl. Who is responsible for all tragedies? Is it really the One life? Or is it one’s mindtool’s programming?

It is the mindtool’s programming.

Specifically where the inner is taken to be the outer, and the outer is taken to be the inner.

Or the thought processes and their emotional spurs are taken to be highly subjectively internal, when they go on in one’s auric field outside of the body, and the mindtool’s own subjectively projected inner holographics, are taken to be the physical outer.

A superb soul’s instrument got loaded up with a lot of rankly ignorant shit in its early evolutionary days, and consequently it went on the existential and the mystical, and the physical warpath. That is the human’s story, thus far, anyway.

Does one love the world that appears to be outside of one, but in the mystical reality is inside of one and the One? Or does one hate it? Or does one recycle those concepts in one’s merry go round life, depending on one’s mindtool’s moods.

‘The mind must be known in all of its moods.’ Me Guru reckoned.

Some mindtools have got more moods than this universe has got stars.

Who is to blame for the existential shit hitting the karmic cosmic fan here, and for so much senseless pain and suffering? Who gave permission for one to press the dimensional elevator button that sent one’s Grace down to this lunatical, mad dog’s and beautiful people’s planet? Isn’t it one’s Swine of a Source point?

Who quite obviously, has set up the holographic conditions for freewheeling hard nosed third dimensional holograms to come about, via souls grabbing mindtools and projecting into them. If one’s Source point had never done Its thing in the first place, and transcendentally asked ~

Who in the fuck am I who is the Nameless One and the Real and the Light? To be having such an infinitely eternal, timeless and mystical and existential good time!

Then pumped out Its step down I am vibrations, into a shoreless ocean of pure and unadulterated CONSCIOUSNESS. So that It could go by proxy ~

I am fucking CONSCIOUSNESS!

And from that point downloaded thru different frequency levels, all of the way into and arsewiping and bleeding from everywhere imaginable, fucking homosapien.

Then one would have never ever suffered, or felt pain. Would have one? One would never have experimented with the soul format, and one would have never hosted any of its projected bloody bodies. In any holograms that are full of shit for brains baby soul idiots, or lovely good people. One could have existentially and mystically bypassed all of the third dimensional horror and everything else here, and stayed in the shit easy, all Light, Grace state. Couldn’t one have, citizen comrade?

‘I wish that I had never ever been born!’

Equals.

‘Why? Why? Why? Did I ever drop down from Grace, to do this fucking horrible fucking shit!’

Eh?

Which can lead quite easily too.

‘Oh somebody shoot me! For Christ’s sake! Fundementalist bible bashing America! Fundementalist bible bashing Islam! You lovely and oh so wise Chinese who run over people with tanks! Please! Please! Please! Come to my neighbourhood and sort me and everyone else out! Please! Please! Please! Aboriginals and whities and every other colour with massive massive massive existential and mystical dreaming chips on their shoulders! Here I am! Come and put me out of me misery, for Christ’s sake! Boot my rat box’s front door down, and give me the gas or the guillotine! ~ Bros!

Send me HOME and cop some more unnecessary rotten payback karma for y’selves! You deserve it. For fuck’s sake! I’ll be in it. Duly elected good guy democratic government! Stick a radioactive isotope under the seat of my old bomb, and I’ll send y’500 bucks to buy some more God blessed bullets with. I don’t mind if the medicos don’t get it the 500, because they’re mostly up themselves ignorant mystical cunts, just like yuse are ~ and I won’t need it when I’m HOME again. You can have the 3D Earth! It’s all yours. I have no further use for it, at this point in time.’

Why? Why? Why? For God’s sake! Didn’t one’s far far far smarter and wiser Source point EMPHATICALLY say to one:

‘NO! NO! NO! You can’t go to that fucking shithole of a dualistic light and dark Earth! Because you only think that you’ll like it from here in the astral, but you won’t when you get there and your childhood is finished with, and y’dualistic mindtool shit hits the cosmic fan. You won’t like it at all then, when you imagine darkness from dawn till dusk and inbetween. Where dark doesn’t necessarily mean evil. It just means dense and heavy vibrations, and the appearance of solidified forms. You stay here in the Light with the Nameless One and stick with y’Grace, and be happy. You don’t need that Earth shit! Motherfucker.’

Of course, if one had have stayed with one’s Grace point, then one would not only be skipping the horror here, they would be bypassing all of the exquisite beauty and sensuality here too. There would be no aesthetic enjoyment of form, because there would be no form. Not one sunset, or beach or forest, or good looking human, would one see. No romance with other beings or nature or art or anything at all, would ever get out of the manifestation blocks. There would be no holding hands, or anything else. The girls would not be able to show their tits and pussies off, at every available oppurtunity, and the boys wouldn’t be able to hang their doodles out. At every available oppurtunity. Or make war on whoever is available for those purposes, inbetween hanging their doodles out. At every available oppurtunity.

Neither would they be able to play cricket or football. There would be no lusciously licking any lusciousness out, at all. There would be no delightful poking of anything, and an existential and mystical blow job for either sex, would simply be out of the question. No budgie cuddles with the loved one and maybe the kid or the kiddies, and no going to the footy or the cricket or the soccer or the baseball or the horse-ees or whatever, and scoffing down beer and meat pies, etc, etc, etc ~ would be the result of that. Hanging with the all light Grace, that’s beyond the multidimensional highway, that is.

Any hologram at all, that gives a citizen a shot at cosmic consciousness, is a transcendental beauty. It is a rip snorter, and one should do one’s best to not put shit on it, or hate it. After all, a hologram is just a hologram, and it is no big deal. It may be a child of love that is disguised as a lousy motherfucker’s hologram, but it is still just a hologram. It is there for one to artifically accelerate one’s passage back into the Light, and that’s all.

Holograms are artificial and mutable and transient, and they cannot go the eternally infinite distance and party on with the timeless. Only the Light that comes out of the Real, onto which a soul’s mindtool projects its illusion, can do that.

One is always the Light that comes out of the Real. One is never just das human. Feeling like a human is just what the stupid third dimensional dreaming does to one. It is nothing more and nothing less than a side effect of being existentially equipped with a mystical; I am. Component. That’s all. It’s just stupid 3D dreaming, and it is no big deal. It doesn’t really matter, from the shoreless ocean’s point of view, whether it finishes fifty years up the track, or five seconds from now. Whatever was involved in it, that is not going to dam up one’s course back into the timeless eternal infinity, where one’s Source point is hanging out. Because that cannot be done. That’s absolutely impossible.

What comes out of the Light is always the Light’s property, which will always go back into the Light. How many times and in how many different ways will that be said, before homosapien picks and absorbs the real insights and implications, in that?

The ignorant homosapien 3D mindtool and its imagined war and saviour Gods keep getting in the road all of the time however. Hey?

This will not be the case with homofuturus. Who will worship and adore every Goddess and every God, in every universe known and unknown.

The mindtool can play on other dimensional levels. It is the mindtool’s own illusion and delusion that it can only play at a third dimensional level. The true range of the mindtool is called a universe.

When the body dies, one just watches it fall away like disgarded clothing, me Master reckoned.

Like taking one’s pj’s off, death is, apparently.

No experience can block the draw of the timeless Light. Experiences pass and flit from one to another, like birds flying around the trees. The draw of the timeless Light goes nowhere and does nothing, yet it is in and out of everything everywhere, in a sea of holographic doings and goings on. It covets every experience, yet claims none of them as Its own. It is beyond all experience, and Its memory banks stretch from the edge of every universe, and sojourn back into the beyond. Where they vanish in the mystical bliss.

The mindtool is doing its job too well, and has one convinced that one is just das human, and that’s the problem. God has got nothing to do with it. God is just the perfect manager of this hologram’s holographics, which allows for souls to save themselves, and maybe, bump up their awareness light a tad. Or two ~ to the nth power. If, because they just don’t get that love and Light at Source point rules here, they’ll re run and recycle at the same 3D hologram level, again. The God of karma will insist on that, and there will be no exceptions.

One is aware of what goes into running one’s life. One is aware what it takes to run a house, or a business.

Imagine running an entire bloody universe, and making sure that the appropriate DNA in it, is right up every cell’s arse?

God is great!

It is a hard rock that homosapiens all live on, and from all appearances, it is about to get a lot harder. The people will have to have their wits about them, and they will need to be aware that only the I am the inner and outer and the beyond, cosmic consciousness gene that homofuturus carries, will save them.

No motherfucker politician of either sex, ever will.

One might even be thinking; What in the fuck has one done? For one’s Source point to be so dirty on one, as to drop one in the holographic cesspool crap, at the bottom of the bodymindmachine burden, dimensional ladder. (Cast one into a low density, bottom dualistic, dimensional hellzone, that is.)

Is one’s Source point deliberately torturing one? Is one’s Source point a Super Omnipotent Cunt? (a SOC) ~ Or a Super Omnipotent Prick? (a SOP). Or is Eet cosmically genderless? This existential question can crop up within duality, periodically.

Pure I am dissolves it, just like it does with a host of other perceptual and conceptual bugs. That are wrong and false, and stupidly ignorant. It gets into the poor me I am a victim, because I am so limited ~ programming, and it kicks its dirty and lazy mindtool conning, conned arse; pure I am does.

Pure I am is great!

One is always the Light! Full stop. One is always the Source, and never the appearance. That’s a fact, and that is the whole truth, and nothing but the whole truth. One is all of the appearances, as they are related to the beyond. One is, at one’s dimensionless Source point. This, the Master, me book Guru that is ~ Related.

‘Start again from there! You bloody third dimensional idiot of a wondrous multidimensional and dimensionless galactic light being! Stop imagining third dimensional, mindtool projected cock and bullshit! Reorientate, reprogramme 3D inner with 5D inner and outer, and upgrade in the infinitely and eternal wider consciousness. Ascension is your destiny, because there is nothing else! It the all from the All comes down and plays as the all, and then It the all goes back up to the All again! Don’t you know that yet homosapien? What are you? A slow cosmic learner? Or sleeper homofuturus?’

The pure I am preaches, without saying a word.

‘You are the Supreme!’ (You are the Lot and the beyond spiritually and mystically at your dimensionless Source point! You are not the separated eensy weensy, holographic person stuck in a hologram, bit. That is illusion!)

Me Guru’s Guru’s Guru, told me Guru’s Guru.

‘You are the Supreme!’ me Guru’s Guru told him, who became me book Guru.

‘You are the Supreme!’ Me book Guru told his visitors. Some who felt so much like a lump of low down and worthless bemused western shit, carting around a mindtool that was about to explode and go awol on them, that they questioned that.

‘You are the Supreme!’ his visitors who didn’t question it too much, told others in the west.

‘You are the (fornicating) Supreme citizen comrade!’

This is fact! Fact! Fact! Fact! Not fantasy. The proof is that fact that one has an indestructible I am door back into the great beyond, which one can covet at any time of the long dark night of the soul. For busting out of this shithole of a third dimensional matrix, and returning HOME purposes.

That is about the one and only bit of good news that a citizen will get, in this cruddy and crappy holographic dump.

Live this fact and not the third dimensional fantasy, and one will soon be all right. All left, and every which way from the centre and spiralling out to the edge of the circle, and beyond that too. This unlimited and infinitely eternal timeless potentiality unfolding is who one really is, behind and beyond the third dimensional matrix. The Master made that very clear.

One is never just one lowly and limited, ultra fucked up human. Thank God.

That is the big cosmic joke that everyone is mystically destined sooner or later, to find out. To inherit, so to speak. The finding out can be delayed, by I am selfish inner ignorance, but it cannot be stopped. No being subtle or gross, has any chance at all against the draw of the Light. When the Light breathes it all back in, and reclaims that which is Its, watch out! One is the Lot who has gone to sleep as a little itty human bit, and the Light will have it no other way but that one wakes up from that. Asap now.

To not WAKE UP, when the Light is into Its breathing it all back in phase, is gross third dimensional misfortune. It has more than a sniff of recycle and re run attached to it. It absolutely reeks of the dreadfully boring, dreadfully gruelling, dreadfully painful, horribly bemusing third dimensional, holographic stuff. Coming up on yet another mindtool’s mindscreen, that one’s soul is future flirting with.

Bummer!

The Light is das great!

It is bummerless.

Don’t question it that you are the Supreme. So what? So is everyone else, and every grain of sand upon the beach and everywhere else is God.

Live it! Be it! Spread universal (cosmic) consciousness, thru the I am path!

Was me Master’s counsel.

The truth is that one’s Source point set up the ethereal and mystical conditions along the subtle to gross multidimensional highway, for a spontaneously free wheeling play in consciousness to happen, and one is in the middle of the damn thing, because one had the habitual desire as a soul to grab the nearest mindtool, and project a third dimensional holographic movie thru it. Starring oneself as an I me mine protagionist.

Who is stuck on a world that’s rolling around the universe and getting fucking hotter and colder at the same time ~ as an alone or singular, maybe lonely and all fucked up, or maybe as ‘successful’ as all shit but still 3D fucked up, mystical and existential bum wiping body identity, of a 3D human being.

That last one about being materially and pecking order ‘successful’, but still being 3D buggered as a mystically and existentially lost sentient entity, was rather cutting. Wasn’t it citizen comrade? There’s a politician or two plus, and some other beings around this birth and death rock, that mystically and existentially and transcendentally translates into a birthless and deathless realm eventually, who won’t like that one. At all.

No Ma’am! No Sir! That the first here won’t be the first in the astral, and that they might actually be the last, scares the pants off some of those buggers.

On account of killing hurts the killer, a lot more than the killed.

Suiciding an ok and healthy body is a bummer, and an instant ticket to another 3D re run.

Stick it out and endure was the Master’s advice and counsel. Step out of the mindtool projected holographic body. Step outside of the excreing body, he advised. Always! Return to one’s natural and Source wider and beyond Self thru pure I am, and do away with the ultra ignorant personalised ego self, and all Self degrading conceptualised cock and bull, he repeated. Time and time again.

The elimination of the dreamt up and dreaming person construct holographics, with its imaginary woes and imagined needs and countless wants, and a quiet meditating mind that’s focussed not on this poxy holographic world, but on pure I am; and fearlessness and desirelessness, will get one a cosmic ticket back HOME. He reckoned.

That one should do what the Guru tells one to do, and nothing else, was his line. It worked for him ultra big time, and that’s why he pushed the sit in pure I am business so much.

Some lepars in Bombay now Mumbai, are a lot happier than some western movie or music or tv ‘stars’. That’s for sure. They’ve got trusted mates who will stand by them until their last limb drops off and beyond that too, and they’ve got more than one love in their life. They’ve got real community of spirit, which loves a challenge, but always ethereally looks after whatever holographically challenges it.

Whatever the truly realised Guru supposedly perceives thru the mortal senses, they apperceptually and mystically become. They are fluid with the fluid that is behind the matrix. They are an unlimited and shoreless ocean of consciousness. They are not a wave of the ocean, they have become them all again. By identifying with being the ocean and what’s beyond it too. They have fucked with the I am the inner and the outer and the beyond programming, to such a timeless extent, that the skin between them and their environment has gone. Like old gladwrap, that’s got bloody big holes in it, it has been peeled off. Citizen comrade! These ones were and are still now really something, and their wisdom was and is a lot vaster than this universe will ever be.

If the human race was at a big cosmic LAN, and that’s holographically and soul maturity speaking, about where it is existentially and mystically at, then these cosmic consciousness and gone homofuturian ones, were and are the gun multidimensional and beyond players, in this stinkingly boring, third dimensional holographic game.

By Christ! They kicked fucking matrix arse they did, and they paved solid paths thru the existential consciousness, back into the Light, for the rest of us ignorant third dimensional humans. They set a cracking cosmic pace they did, and they showed very clearly where the rest of us can go. Multidemensionally speaking and beyond that, that is. Back HOME, that is. To.

Neither being nor non being, that is. Beyond them both. Timeless! Real! Cannot be killed stuff! HOME. Source point! The dimensionless existential and mystical gear. A trillion times more ‘solid’ existentially and mystically speaking, than anything known to so called third dimensional man. Or so called woman. The Light! The Real! Who one really is, when one sticks it right up the third dimensional matrix, and realises apperceptually and instantaneously and sponfuckingtaneously, that one is the One who did the old from the great beyond and all of the outer download trip ~ into a blood and bone 3D mindtool programmed, excreting inner trip, ultra big time. Who went to cosmic sleep! Only to mystically wake up. Ultra big time! In a third dimensional, dualistic and holographic, beautiful shithole.

Whilst at the same time as realising that, realising also that so is everything else from rock to homosapien, the same One life of Light, whom one really is at Source point. Appearing as dimensional drop down points of different names and shapes, that one’s wider consciousness is diffusing thru a mindfield, and onto a bloody mindscreen.

‘Please understand that what you see is nothing but your own mind! It is your Self!’

The Master told.

‘When you make the inner the outer, and the outer the inner, then you shall enter the kingdom of heaven.’ (Or the 5^th dimensional existential and mystical level.)

The Master Jesus said.

The Greats all said it in their own ways. They all said to play with the inner and the outer gear, so as to give the 3D matrix here, one hell of a shake. To the point of absolutely exposing the Light and the Real that is behind and beyond it, and upon whose One life of a surface, all souls’ mindtool generated holograms, into which one plugs using the prime chemical I am, are dream played out.

One downloads one’s grace and Grace into homsapien appearance, so that one can play this stupid separation and limitation, third dimensional, holographic poop of a little Mario, and a little Marianne’s, third dimensional and dualistic, mindtool generated, beautifully exquisite, holographic game. Where one aspires thru manufactured simulation, to get one’s cosmic arse a bit closer to the beloved and adored, and so sadly and sorrowfully missed, (underneath all of the like and dislike and love and anger and hate duality) existential and mystical, natural Source Light. Of who one really is.

To take one’s true self and Self for granted, and to place all of one’s cosmic eggs in the basket of the I am a just a third dimensional human being programming, would have to be the biggest cosmic drag in this universe.

It sure sucks a lot of good and bad and somewhere inbetween people in though.

There’s appears thru the mortal senses to be no doubt about that on this rock at the moment, but wise beyond measure are those who look to the seeker spirit of pure I am for their answers, and not to the fervent holographically projected imaginations and woes of so named, homosapien woman or man.

Every citizen comrade, whether they are playing with the mystical Light of unlimitedness, or the dualistic mind’s darkness of limitation, is a star of the Light. Of the Real. Of the Nameless One, who set up the matrix, so that the people could have a bit of sensual fun, blowing the mystical fuck out of it. Prior to reverting to the natural existentiality of who they really are, that is.

We all going HOME great and gutsy Sister! We all going HOME gentle Bro! Actually! We are already HOME and we never really leave HOME, is the real and absolute truth of matters here and now, here. In this beautiful and horrible 3D jungle. Citizen comrade! The instantaneous and apperceptual mystical realisation ~ I am already made out of Light and love, and so is everything else, is one’s cosmic ticket out. Of da excrutiatingly boring and hideously repulsive, yet still quite exquisitely beautiful, 3D jungle.

It that cosmic ticket is readily available in the inner and outer connection, anytime that one wishes to mystically grab it.

This however is not pure I am work, it is merely replacing the conceptually abstract degrading and limitation shit, with the good stuff of the mystical and existential truth, about one’self. This is done for pump pump pump pump pump up purposes, whilst one slots the mindtool into playing with pure I am.

Which is a touchy process because the mind has to be swivelled away from its holographic world, so that it can face the Light where it comes from. Again. Warning! Warning! Warning! The mindtool will baulk in the beginning plus of pure I am therapy. It has been thoroughly trash programmed with of course ~ I am limitation and a crud of a guilty fucking thing; and being the most cunning and devious and sneaky sneaky sneaky soul’s tool that’s ever been holographically invented, it’ll throw up the limitation stuff like one wouldn’t believe. Male or female, it’ll do a HAL. Every now and again. Watch! Pull out and run with I am not the mindtool, and see what happens.

It’ll bait one with old limitation stuff that goes so far back, that one will get a good look at how such a beautiful and ingenious tool of discovery, ever got conned into the 3D programming in the first place.

A prime secret is to never resist, or judge, or put down, or fear, whatever it is that the mind throws up. What it will throw up is what it has been told to throw up. It will not throw up whom one really is. It will throw up words and concepts and images and dreams and imaginations, because that is what it has been programmed to do. It got told to play a little Maria or a little Mario, PERSON, and it does that quite brilliantly really.

In the last second that has just flitted by, the old world died another 100,000 years. One picture of reality got vapourised, and another groovier one was superimposed upon where the old one used to be. That which is already made out of Source point Light, does not require to become enlightened. It just has to find the Real Self, and cosmically toast the goods of the inner and the outer, and the great beyond.

This is every homosapien’s real story.

Evil babysoul dudesses and dudes, show one where not to go. Conversely, the Gurus leave footprints in consciousness, all of the way back to the Light. In a holographic duality, it couldn’t be any other way.

Who thinks? The restless mindtool does, non stop. Get inbetween the words and suck like fuck on the lusciously gorgeous silence there, was the Master’s drift.

Silence is golden, because the vibrations of the Light are pretty strong there, and the opposite of everything is full of bliss.

Accept the mindtool’s spew. Watch it impartially with affectionate detachment and dispassionate awareness pumping thru one’s veins. Refuse attention and don’t suppress anything. Shift into I am mode and turn the mindtool back into the ultimate tool of cosmic discovery. Although it cannot take one to the Light, it can rest up absolutely from restlessness in paradise, whilst one is THERE. Back in the Light. Throw that in its face, and see what happens.

Neither a trillion sick in the head babysoul darkside politicians, with a trillion armies and a trillion atomic bombs shoved up their ignorant arses, and a trillion conjured up evil terrorists to fight against their ‘good’ force; or a trillion natural disasters, or a trillion civilisation implodes, or a trillion psychos on the tail, will stop us ~ citizen comrade; from doing that buggering off back into the Light trip.

When we’ve absolutely had enough of mindtool made, illusory holographic crap, and we are sick to bloody death of it, we’ll go HOME. So that we can hang out in the Real with the Light again, and cool off. From our miserable, or ecstatic, holographic adventures. Just like we do in deep sleep, when all image dreaming and dreaming mentation is dead, and the thing called memory is in cosmic interlock. On some dead to this world mindtool’s ~ backburner.

I am free and unbound with liberty and truth galore at dimensionless Source point!

Is bliss!

Not all flowers and bushes and trees in a forest bloom with aromatic flower at the same time, but sooner or later, each one has its day.

Red, yellow, black, brown or white, or somewhere inbetween, or rainbow coloured, or covered in purple polka dots, it won’t matter jack shit.

That one homosapien flower will go HOME as spirit, sooner or later.

It is written, and there are multitudes upon this rock now, who are quite aware, that it was written a long long long long long time ago. They catch on that it was written timelessly, and well before ever showing up as a homosapien appearance here.

The dimensions, which are but different frequency levels of supersubtle to subtle, to gross appreciations of existential and mystical existence, are intertwined and phased into each other, like yeast is diffused in bread. Some can see into other dimensions, and a lot can’t, and that works both ways, and all ways too.

Of course, ‘life’ here, is all dreamt up mindtool fiction and trash B grade third dimensional holographic rubbish, which appears overwhelmingly real to one’s mindtool’s senses. To sight , touch, hearing, smelling, and all of that shit, that is, it appears solid, and apparently there’s bugger all ethereal fluidity in it. Jesus! It’s uncrushed limestone and non dynamitable granite! It is not really soul territory, at all.

One is a singular and separated name and shape apparently, and not the whole bloody lot, and what’s beyond it too. It is not like being in the watery like shoreless ocean of ambiotic fluid like universal consciousness, and feeling like the Light and the Real is all around and thru one’s nebulous soul’s constitution, at all. It is far away from the true Source and drop down from Grace reality of that.

Why do it at all? When it is only junk living. One can only answer that for one’self, thru pursuance of the who am I really? Factor.

Fuck! It is as alien to us as souls, as whale oil is to white bread. It is like existentially excreting, without having any ethereal toilet paper to wipe one’s cosmic bum with. Being a human, is incredibly hard yakka. It don’t come easy, and it is a long way to the mystical top, using only the I am the third dimensional, I am inner duality programming. Where I am this or that put down, or I am falsely ego pumped up conceptualised turds, and not pure I am, rules.

The mindtool’s engine will run off the golden pure I am oil, like a purring V8 plus. Whereas with the crud 3D I am this or that shit, it just gets locked into a re run up and down pattern of continually misfiring, and running like it is word and ideas and dreams and confusion drunk, and it needs a good spew. It has been programmed to do a job that it was never designed for, that’s why. The mindtool is primarily a holographic entertainer vehicle, and a cosmic discovery implement. It allows souls to probe the Light. It ain’t no mystical philospher, and analytical and holographic problem solving is not really its cup of chai. Especially when it has hundreds and thousands of invented abstact concepts, going around and around in a circle, in its lounge room.

Loaded up with that sort of responsibility, and internal-external finger pointing blame about fucking up however, it goes 3D up and down in a duality mood elevator, like it has been drugged with a substance called emotional scizophrenia. It’s like it needs to be emptied of its dualised holographic overload, before it burns out. So that it can start again, and turn the show around. From pure I am.

Despair! Can turn one into a mystic, pretty easily.

I am going to figure it out! Is a one way ticket into an even deeper hell.

To empty the contents of one’s mind and to turn the damn thing inside out with pure I am, is to adopt a whole new cosmic ball game, down here.

‘I am not guilty existentially or mystically speaking of anything! I am fucking fearlessness itself!’

Rings a bell, for some mighty citizen comrades. Who are in with the homofuturian inner and outer crowd, these accelerating ~ end of time days.

To tell the absolute truth existentially and mystically speaking, this 3D shit is Barry bummer and Wendy bummer stuff, of the highest order. The new born babe is in for a mega shitload of excrutiatingly painful karmic bullshit, whilst the dying adult is often pretty keen to be released from that. Even if it is an illusion.

‘Never is there so much life as after death!’

The Master said.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Gotta love the Master for that one! Nudge nudge, wink wink.

The soul dreams of more Light and goes material and has to shit a common brown, and it bleeds and bleeds and bleeds. The pain, the sorrow, the sadness and the trouble in it the solid sensuality trip, outweigh the exiquisiteness in it most days, for most. That’s for sure. East or west. Rich or poor. Homosapiens suffer and suffer and suffer. Some worry about their bellies, and some worry about their minds, and the suffering just goes on and on and on. It’s boring, and it’s not right, and the only gear that will dissolve it, is called cosmic consciousness. Which is a mega heightened awareness of, and love for the mystical love that is imbued in the Light, out of which all appearances emanate.

Not many 5^th dimensionals with cosmic consciousness have bothered to drop down here to this souls’ crud of a third dimensional holographic game so far, and this tells all about how great were the ones who have done, and how great the current ones are. Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, Nisarga, Lao Tze, Whitman, Moses, Socrates, and probably around a hundred or so others over the last 100,00 years, plus maybe five or so around the planet at the moment, have phased back into the fifth dimensional and beyond realities.

They took their freely available I am the inner and the outer and the great beyond cosmic tickets, and they tore down all of the cosmic walls in this crud of a 3D mindtool generated, holographic game. They wiped their holy arses, with the bits and pieces of the matrix’s walls. The matrix became putty, in their divine hands. What cosmic Players! What a mob the One life with feet are! Such poignantly real signals to the rest of us, that the only goal here is to go HOME, right here and now. Just like those venerable cosmic Players did.

Spew citizen comrade! Oh! Drop y’existential and mystical guts upon the dunny and kitchen floors! To not be flogging around this universe and others, as a nebulous cosmic soul bird, playing upper dimensional and beyond, holographic party games. Where the bliss is pumping thru one like one has just won the ethereal and mystical lotto, and also pumping thru everything else in one’s existential and mystical environment, at the same damnless time. Instead! Like a bit of a slug slave to desires and fears. Or! Just like a common embodied up third dimensional motherfucker! An average sister light being that thinks that she is just a blood and bone fucking body, or the fucking male counterpart, that is. Instead! Can it be believed?

One is wiping arse! Wiping arse! Wiping arse! Oh God forbid! Could one go much lower as a freewheeling and liberty loving, cosmic spirit?

I fucking hope not! Eh tu citizen comrade?

Could there be any other hells in this universe, where one runs an ever more severe test of fire? When it comes to staying in love with one’s own Light. Which is everywhere, always.

I hope not, citizen comrade. God! I hope not.

Oh Jesus Christ citizen comrade! To have to wake up in the fucking fuckless morning and shit and piss and go to work, or hang around bored shitless and maybe getting up to strife, whilst having to negotiate a shit of a cunt of a prick of a dead boring and ignorant ultraviolent moron filled holographic world like this one! Fuck a duck citizen comrade! Even Popeye did better than that, and a dinnerless dog in a kennel lives a better life, and no wonder that the Master was so gung ho after 80 odd years in the plasticined ultraviolent moron’s joint, to get the fucking fuck out of here.

Guess that we all be too. Ay? ’cepting the straight dudesses and dudes who actually believe the 3D life be in it shit.

The moral of the story being that one doesn’t need any hologram to get to the Light and the Real. All that one needs to do is a quiet mind and to wake up, to who one really is, right here and now. Strip the body like it is a cardboard box, and see what’s in it, and then grab that by the balls and clit and anus, and turn it outside out. Empty it out, like it is a vacuum cleaner bag full of dirty holographic dust, and start again at primal I am, and one will be all right. The Master reckoned, and speaking with just a tad of experience with this I am only business, this one here does too.

It’s habit forming pure I am is, as only telling one’self the good and true stuff can be. I’ll say that.

The proof is always in the I am pudding, and it is never anywhere else. It is certainly not shining out of some politician’s mouth, or arse.

Shit! It is frightfully ugly, stunningly beautiful, and it can delight one to the core of one’s senses. It can also scare the absolute shit out of one, at the same time. This being earthed up as an apparently solidified body format in the Earth hologram, can.

To not be a body in the true reality is pretty freaky and can be quite scary, when one has been accepting as deadly true for X number of years, that one is just the body, and nothing else. People can mistake this for anxiety or a panic attack, when the wider self closes in, and boots them up their mystically ignorant arse.

Fear is conquered when one realises that there is absolutely nothing to fear, except mindtool trumpted up holographic illusion. One should not fear one’s Real Self, which is all that is, and who one is behind the matrix, at the same time. This does not compute, and the fear of annihilation is all illusion. Need a wave fear the ocean, upon the surface of which it is holographically surfing? The Light is always looking after one, and the all too. It has since day one, and It will until day none comes around again, and after that too.

Fear not the Light. Love It beyond all reason, because that is what It is there for. It gave one the good, and It gave one the bad, and It’ll give one the glory of going HOME again, if one is earnestly after that, It will.

When one gets one’s cosmic arse kicked clean into the next universe, for taking one’s mystical and spiritual director on with copious egoised bullshit, that’s when one cosmicly grows.

There is no cosmic growth in sitting on a toilet made from gold and counting one’s war profit and rip off the consumer stash, whilst trying to root everything in sight and win the citizen of the year award at the same time. That is ultra gross illusion.

The benefactor Light is great!

A politician’s memoirs are the equivalent of a magpie turd in the astral.

One of their speeches after they are no longer the Fuhrer, doesn’t even rate there.

What the idiots don’t realise is that by playing the leader here, they will have to wait in the astral for every citizen here that they supposedly led, to pass into the slightly evolved state, before they can pass into it.

Would you do that citizen comrade?

It’s very noble of them, isn’t it?

Given the times, one should wake up a bit now, from one’s third dimensional slumbering. One should turn one’s mindtool back to the Real, and lavish praise that way, for the existence of such Supreme, and supremely just, perfection. One should make up some ground for ignoring one’s wider self the Real, and one should get in tune with the notion that the One Self demands respect, and obedience. It demands that one gets one’s arse on a decent path back into Its Light, and if It doesn’t get that, It’ll deliver a personal karmic bullshit crisis, or two. Or three. Or however many it takes, before the ego unconditionally and absolutely surrenders, to the spirit of the Light that is invested in its Source point.

If It can’t be beaten and It is timelessly holding the cosmic ace which has all of the Real’s power invested in it, resistance to It the Light of One’s true and real Self, is useless. The ego’s supercilious, superficial, super selfish, I me mine and I am better than programming must be aborted, along with the I am inner bodymindmachine only junk, and that’s all that there is to it. Unless this happens, unless the seeker throws in the towel to the Light, the third dimensional holographic game will stall in more karmic bullshit and rank and superficial cock and bullshit, than any Goddess or God could possibly imagine.

It takes politicians to imagine that sort of war wank, and all human beings are political in their relationships.

Ask any politician about that.

Using the very third dimensional; I am a bodymind personage in a world created by God - programming ~ which is not the truth. (In fact it is so far from true reality that it’s a joke.)

Illusion is all that one will holographically get, as one remains blind to the Real’s real show.

Which is to prolong existential pain and suffering and bemusion fiction galore.

Even just to talk about the Real is bliss! The Master said.

The Real is great!

The desire for the matter sensual brought one here. Sex, romance, passion, more sex, love for kids and family and kind and dirt and war and whatnot. Being creative and making art and poetry and music and stories and all of that stuff, and sunsets and waterfalls and rivers and the beach and the fun things that one can do with a matter body. To milk the galactic exquisiteness out of the human form and form in general, we came from the formless Grace to this beautiful ~ horror ridden 3D dump. Because our common oceanic inner and outer consciousness aspect, has a really bad habit of jumping into matter bodies, and shutting up shop. The very moment that the spirit first brushes against them and assimilates them into itself, too.

The shoreless ocean pops up waves, and we all go;

‘I am a wave! Look at me! I am really something and some thing, I am!’

(I am body form, I am mindtool power, or the lack of it. I am worthy or unworthy. I am limited or unlimited. I am a success or I am a failure. I am woman, or I am not woman. Basically, you name the descriptive conceptuality and the homosapien part of one’s brain will dream it up. The learnt existential and mystical put down will continue in the abstract realm of conceptualised this and that descriptives that are absolute existential and mystical wank, and one will stay stuck in the third dimensional consciousness, like shit to a shit encrusted shovel. Such is the rotten fruit of I am in the body only, 3D mindtool programming.)

What imagined, mindtool projected, holographic horseshit, I am a bodymindmachine is. Especially from the fully ripened Guru’s, and the shoreless ocean’s point of view.

Once up as ‘waves’, we slaughter one another in a senselessly mad and very ignorant anti the Light war. Which ultra heavily favours the human death instinct, and glorifies the death wish, as it pushes for a ‘proxy’ Godlike extinction of a ‘bad’ and faulty creation. Be it them the so called enemy, or us. The so called good guys. Good gals these days too. Either way, ‘friendly fire’ can still kill one. Wars also make heap of money for and deliver ‘great’ mortal prestige to a select group of baby soul morons, and they occupy the masses and get rid of a significant few of them, so that the chances of any ruling class having to handle an internal revolution, are almost nil. Of course the Russians did it and let Orwell’s Bolshevik pigs in their back door, but then again, they’re Russians ~ and they’re more unpredictable than cosmic consciousness.

One minute a Rusky is a bear, and then they’re a pussy, and then before one know’s what in the fuck is going on, they’re a fucking bear again. Obviously one needs more than third dimensional consciousness, to keep up with a Russian. Whilst quite obviously, the same could not be said about Americans.

Because there aren’t any really, there is just the One life, and that is the honest to God’s truth. Which quite a few holographically imagined Americans know about these days. Especially way out west, where the imported Australian gums burn so magnificently. There’s another sort of gold rush going on in California these days, where a whole lot of Californication is going on. These dudesses and dudes aren’t chasing any heavy metal though. They’re after the Light, these buggers are. They are just like this one and many others here, in Anustralia.

All over the world, seekers abound these days, and they’re all chasing the Light. They are good little souls they are, and they are fully aware that the mystical game called chase the Light, is the one and only holographic game that souls really play. All other holographic games, like this shit of a dualised one called Earth, they are aware of as mere pinpricks in the wider, omniscient game. The one called chase the Light, and bring the Light down to the ground, and turn this hologram inside out and upside down. That is.

To realise It, one’s dimensionless Source point of Light, sit in I am like an astral hamburger, and It will do it that is the transmutating of your divine consciousness, for you. One reaches a point with this mighty powerful path, where one considers that one is no longer unworthy of anything, or guilty of anything, because one is always a cosmic player. One is never a person. Once is farther back. Soul back and cloudy like, with lots of other stuff going on in the cloud, and an astral computer in front of one, upon which the mindtool functions as a hard drive.

One reaches a rock like stance with pure I am, where one considers it most unworthy, and an offence to the teaching Sadguru within, to degrade one’self, in any shape or way or form. As Nisarga said, self betrayal is a greivous error. The path however seems to take over, like a drug, and just effortlessly run itself. Whenever any conceptual branch of I am limitation pops up, the I am the inner and the outer and pure I am path grabs it, and slits its throat. The Light can sometime be merciless and quite ruthless, with existential amd mystical, cosmic bullshit.

One got lost and went to sleep in a shithole of a light and dark third dimension, but one can always wake up to the fact that one is really the inner and outer gear, that is a bit more upgraded in Light content, than matter forms are here. In this beautiful and exquisite world, where one can have an absolute mystical ball. One could have a cosmic humdinger of a life, and realise into cosmic consciousness. One could take all of one’s souls’ projections, that are going on in all of the universes, and crystallise them into a one to One life here. On this dunghill. If! If! One can get the proper hang of what has been called here the mindtool, and teach one’self how to properly use it. Even if that turns out to be by not using it all. For cosmic consciousness discovery purposes. That is the quintessential beauty and the existential and mystical magnificence, of the I am path. The curious won’t get far with it, but the earnestly refreshing, and the definitive go for its, will motor along with it.

These seeker types who are chasing the Light right around this globe, they’re not involved in any wars, either indirectly or directly. They’re not involved in any violence or ultraviolence, and they don’t really want to harm anybody. They watch their minds like a hawk watches a mouse, far down on the ground, and they make fucking damn sure that it doesn’t go off the track, and stray anywhere near violence. Which comes from an I am in the body and I am more ‘powerful’ and better than this one or that one, third dimensional, cock and bull mindset.

The Master said to not try or force one’self to love anyone, until one is superconscious again that the same Light that is powering thru one and everything else, is powering thru the loved.

This continual existential world war against spirit is interspersed by the odd bits of peace, where we get ready for the war against our own common vested mystical existentiality, to start again.

Bloody wretched third dimensional idiots we are to do that, when we are always the shoreless ocean of pure I am consciousness, first. Before we ever become a body in a third dimensional war zone, that is.

Waves up on the surface of an endless ocean knock each other off, any which way that they can. What a joke! Especially when the ocean is going to flatline them all, one by one, eventually. Some of them seem to be in a hurry to do the ocean’s business though. It is every citizen’s divine right to be taken out by the ocean, and not by some stupid human being, however. The direct or indirect killers go against that cosmic truth, non stop, and they are the real losers in this hologram. The one who dies penniless from starvation, or too full of grog or whatever, is a saint compared to them.

The Master saw no saints and sinners, he said. He just saw the One life, and his conversations were with the One life, who was dwelling temporarily in a person.

If every human life is really the One life posing as a one, then who can really die, and of what sense is it to try and kill anybody who is agenting for the One life? When the One life is timeless and absolutely unkillable, who would be so stupid as to try and kill It?

One might as well as try to stuff an elephant up a worm’s anus, and killing hurts the killer a lot more than it hurts the killed, the Master told.

This tells all about the intelligence and awareness level of some baby soul humans.

Nothing ignorant that is elected by ignorant electors, will ever do anything mystically noteworthy for the human race. Nothing else that gets to the top of the mortal power dunghill any other way, ever will either.

Only the individual can get themselves to cosmic consciousness. No one else can. Even the Guru is a passing phase until the inner Sadguru lights one up. Apparently.

That the inner puts a Guru into the outer, to wake the inner up, is apparently an old cosmic party trick, that’s been done before. The real truth however is that no one needs anyone. What they need is to kill the matrix bug in them, the one that is giving them the right moody shits, about supposedly just being a motherfucker body person, on a motherfucker planet, in a motherfucker universe ~ they need to shaft that poor me I am an existential and mystical victim crap – and instantaneously courtesy of some doozeywhacking apperceptual glory, realise. Develop the very heightened awareness, that is, that they and everyone else and everything else, from bacteria in the soil, to the shit that black holes suck in, is made out of the Light that is the One life, and that at their dimensionless Source point, that is who in the fuck they are.

Then beings here will not only talk about peace and love, they will actually live it, like it has never ever been lived before here. They’ll have far far far bigger brains than anything in a limo, and they’ll know how to do good version of heaven on Earth. Those other limo bound up boys and girls should be out feeding the chooks, because that’s about that they’re good for. That the roosters can’t govern without making war for big business and multinational psychotics and a God who knows absolutely nothing about it, and neither can the hens. Crikey! That’s old news. Seriously speaking citizen comrade, the whole global lot of them couldn’t lead a one legged duck to water. More than likely, ten thousand to one, they’ll slip in the ego shit, miles away from the citenry’s H two O.

The killed are freed from a whole lot of holographic nonsense, whilst the killers become even more third dimensionally bound up in their own karmic turds. That is why killing hurts the killer more than it hurts the killed.

No wonder then that even the odd enlightened being can have such a hard time in this 3D joint. It is a pretty dense planet, this one. Every citizen knows that, and laments about it, from time to time. A citizen wouldn’t be a citizen, if they didn’t do some lamenting about that subject. This is where the odd thick as a brick throwback soul comes to dimensionally unclog themselves and shake off the cosmic blues, so that they can revert back to being angelic again. There’s no doubt about that, and as far as the One life goes apparently, it is impossible for anyone or any one to be better or superior to anyone, or any one else. Because it is all the same One life, playing party holographic games, to discover more about Its eternal and infinite, timeless Self. Homosapien doesn’t see it that way though. Homosapiens see bits and pieces of matter in a war zone, and they eat I am better and more worthy than this or that one, and manufactured good and evil, for breakfast, lunch and tea. Sometimes.

Selfishness is the root cause of all human suffering. The Master said.

Selfishness is the root cause of all human suffering and human evil, and it begins with the instillation of I am in the body only conceptualisation, into a little kid’s mindtool. After that, the ego is prone to going to extremes with its beastly desires.

For some that means grabbing the bulk of the pie for themselves, and if they have to wage war and kill to do it, they don’t mind. Their mindtool imagined God will back them up, and they’ll dream of glory days in the sky with mindtool imagined God. When that is far from the truth for them. Back down the line that is the astral chain gang, more like it.

Change the programming as soon as the kid has the sense to pick it up, and the kid will change.

Joe Stalin who indirectly put 20 million to the sword, died unhappy apparently. Because he didn’t get to conquer the Earth. Mao Tse Tung, who doubled that apparently, likewise died not so pleased. Because he didn’t get to conquer the globe either. All of these power and domination and ultra control freak, paranoidally psychotic mad leader dudes, they all want to conquer the Earth, one way or another. They’re cosmic idiots! Power and domination inside or out will never work. One cannot order bellow order one’s mind into cosmic consciousness. On the contrary, one must treat one’s mind more subtlely than belief. One cannot control a dream, and to attempt to do so, is just more dreaming.

This Earth will never be conquered by any mongrel homosapien’s mob, because She’s not really a rock. That She is just a round rock, is the third dimensional appearance. The truth is that behind the manifestation scenes behind and beyond the matrix, that She is a beautiful and most wonderful spirit of Light. As any she is at her Source point. Any male too.

Some Gurus give very strict instructions to their disciples, to not think themselves any better than the commoner. Some Gurus give very strict instructions to their disciples, that every single human being is a commoner, in that they are a disciple of the Light.

I am better than and I am superior to is viciously false and a vicious killer concept. It will remain so until homosapien looks at matter and ‘sees’ the spirit there, and by that time homosapien will be just about gone, having paved the way for homofuturus to appear on the scene.

Homsapien got trapped by duality and desire right down the bottom of the multidimensional ladder, big time.

‘The human being is a dirty dirty dirty animal!’

(Shyam. A 50 year old dude that I met in Mumbai in 1990.)

‘You are a beautiful being of light!’

(Alarius, the tenth dimensional.)

The true Guru doesn’t see any good and evil. They operate off non duality, and they just ‘see’ the One life mucking around with holographics. That’s all.

The true Guru is great!

The One life is great!

Can a wave really die in a forever sense, when the ocean has gobbled it back up, and it the wave is flatlining again? Isn’t the included and not excluded wave a lot bigger and wider then, and not so small that it could possibly be annihilated? Whatever that concept named annihilation is, it is not real. A wave cannot be excluded from the ocean that bore it. Can it?

Me book Guru peddled the cosmic joke about being a fake one who thinks that they are a person, whilst one is really behind the matrix the One life, like one wouldn’t believe.

Some Gurus scream inside with laughter, when humans say that they did this, or they did that. Because the Gurus know that no one does anything at all, and that the only One who could be said to be doing anything by hosting the freewheeling and pulsating third dimensional holographic show, is the One life. The Gurus look at one and they see the One life of Light, whom they have become again too, so when an ego starts shooting off about its ‘personal’ achievments, they know that it is just bullshitting out more third dimensional dribble. They know that that ego is asleep to its Source, and that it is existing in a dreaming state. Their job is to wake it up a bit to the unbelievableness of who it really mystically is, that’s all. After that the awakened spark of awareness should burn quite nicely, around the periphery of the injected ego, and start closing in.

The Guru will not be needed then. They will have done their job. In solitude and in the deepest silence and the darkest darkness, does one rediscover one’s dimensionless Source point of Light, the Master reckoned.

The mind has a bit of a problem with deep silence and jet black darkness, and consciousness does a bit too, because there’s nothing going on. How can one exist as a this or that, if there is nothing going on? What can one attach one’s I am to, if there is nothing there to attach it to. No thoughts. No imagery, no bodies, no worlds, not even any stars to break the horror appearance, where nothing is going on within an infinitely silent jet black darkness, up. Scarey stuff.

Too many fear non existence, where non existence doesn’t exist, because the One life is the timelessly eternal gear, and one is always at the common Source point of all I ams, the One life.

The freedom from the constraints and binds of existing solely as a holographically restrained personality, is astronomical. To be liberated from the false identity with personality, is bliss and liberty unbound. The ‘let go’ is the stuff of euphoria. I am not a human. I am not the thinking and emotive person. I am the inner and the outer and the beyond. Are jewels in the mystic’s crown.

To cast off all illusion, is to nuke one’s mindtool.

Whatever is going on with the mindtool, good or bad, likable or dislikable, horrible or beautiful, it is the mindtool’s free running third dimensional dreaming programming playing itself out. It is never who one really is at Source.

One cannot control the course of a dream, though every seven odd years, one might go off wandering down another stream. Which will but loop and bring one out to one’s original course, where the Light is sought.

It is not necessary that a dream that started with a primal I am big bang, end with a big bang. Most don’t. They just phase out, there may or may not be a bit of a sleepy type affair for a while, and then it is back into the astral dreaming again. Apparently. Astral dreaming is pretty good, and its not as shit heavy as Earth dreaming is.

‘Wunderbar!….Wunderbar!….Wunderbar!’

Is about how 90 odd percent of nde’s, describe their near death experience.

The other 10% either get the shit scared out of them, or experience nothing, because that is their Earthly set and desire. All rolled up into a shitball of ignorance, too.

Imagine! If one were an enlightened Guru, would one wish to live on a planet full of ignorance, where one has to bust one’s guts to bring that ignorance level up off the turd infested floor?

This is highly unlikely.

More likely, if one were an enlightened Guru, then one would wish to dwell on a world full of enlightened Gurus. Where the all have done their mystical homework, and put themselves beyond all need of help, by waking up to who they really are, at Source.

That is planet Earth’s destiny, not extinction.

The spirit is a sport and absolutely loves a good challenge, me Master reckoned.

It has sure got one, with this dirty 3^rd rock from the sun.

For the true Guru, there is one buzz available at this crud third dimensional, love it and hate it level, only. That being when another being picks the matrix, and shoots their spirit out for another joy ride around the inner and outer stars. They attain to universal or cosmic consciousness, and peer adventurously into the beyond, that is.

A cosmic kid really grows up and realises that it is not an ugly duckling! It’s a familiar story, even though it is not yet commonplace, but homofuturus will change all of that.

Unless a Guru tells one to wake up from one’s dimensional slumbering, and to initiate communications with one’s Sadguru, or the inner Guru who dwells timelessly in some proportion in one’s own heart, then they are not true Guru. They are still ego bound up.

Stick a this or that description on the end of primal I am, and one can get a hell of a play in consciousness going. Pretty damn fast, too. Click one’s mystical I am fingers, and boom! Instantaneously and spontaneously, there is a universe there to play with, and one can dive into it and take on anything or any holographically simulated challenge, as a game spirit, and get lost. As a matter body, on this planet or that. Or maybe even, as some big mother of an Et eet, pounding the decks of some big mother of a flying saucer.

Don’t blame the Source point for that. Don’t blame y’self for ever becoming a boymindmachine in the first place. Sit in I am and let the I am’s magic go to work, and it will dissolve all of the nonsensical dreaming stuff, without one having to lift a little finger. When one sees more mystically clearly, and one cottons on to what is really going on, and one realises the real cosmic stakes here, and how much mystically and spiritually speaking, that one has really got going for one, then one will most likely get humble first up. It is a good idea, because the Light of who one really is, is pretty ultra potent stuff.

One will drop one’s religion if one has one, and pick up on cosmic consciousness soon.

Even the ego has to get humble sometimes, and it will as it offers its apologies to its cosmic backer of a Source point, for so misreading the third dimensional set up. To the point of getting it upside down and inside out, and actually believing the crazy cock and bull mindtool hypothesis, which runs;

‘I am trapped by the balls or the fanny, inside of a mindtool’s holographically projected bodymindmachine. I am in its brain, I think. Holy shit! Haven’t y’heard? I am not the wider universe and the beyond which surrounds the said bodymindmachine as pure consciousness fluid, like ambiotic fluid surrounds the foetus in the womb. No way! I am just blood and bone body matter, I am.

I am not the inner and the outer and the beyond. Piss off with that way out cosmic fornicator’s rubbish! I am the limited low down and dirty rotten worthless inner sinner, whom Goddy Woddy has cast onto a hell planet. Because me ancestors were bad and they fucked around too much and were very naughty. I am that, I am. I am no spirit! I am no multidimensional! I don’t have a Source point that is all inner and outer Light! I am just a no good, bad to the bone human being, I am. I am predisposed to evil and I am stuffed and limited to me selfishly greedy core, I am. Poor me! I am a victim of my deplorable existential circumstances. Save me Goddy Woddy from my own I am’s, mindtool projected and holographicised duality, where matter looks like matter, and not like the spirit of pure consciousness. Please! For Christ’s sake Goddy Woddy! Save me, from the contortions of my own mindtool! Pleeeeeaaassssse! Have mercy! Upon my wretched constitution.’

Self betrayal is a grievous error, the Master said.

One couldn’t get much more wider Self betrayal than in the above hypothesis. Notice comrade how the little self is out of fear, ignorance and arrogance, denying and excluding the wider self from our holographic, third dimensional game. This is our collective abysmal stupidity, and a calamitous 21^st century situation. It was bad enough in the 1^st century, but to still be thinking the same way that we were in the 1^st century, in this the 21^st century, is exceedingly dangerous to our own health, and that of this planet.

Saving one’self is one’s own work. Full stop. It is not God’s. God is too busy keeping this universe going and managing to its affairs, to save anybody.

It the rejuvenated spirit that is one’s eternal guide, will with practice of sitting in pure I am, turn the mindtool away from all appearances, and back to face the Light of its Source; and it will make a peace and sign a treaty. Mind the great worker will be promised inclusion and not exclusion in the big picture cosmic game, rest and r and r galore, and the heart will be promised that it can fuck with the Light as much as it wants. With the upgrade; I am the inner and the outer and the beyond, mindset re programming. It will be a delicious arrangement, with mystical profits high and low for everybody, and not just for one’s bodymindmachine self. The universe will laugh with joy, it’ll be that happy that the existential and dimensional storm is over. Blown out! That the beloved and adored mystical peace has come back at long last, it’ll be.

Then one will smile, like one hasn’t smiled in a long time, as one surrenders absolutely to one’s Source point. There will be an unbelievably tremendous relief as the unnecessary and illusory third dimensional weight is cast off, there will be great and mighty heart, and there will be mirth and fun galore. One’s smile will light up the universe, and it will increase manifold when one realises how many backers out there one really has. It will be a new dawn allright. It’ll be something absolutely different, for sure.

To take oneself to be just a human is a big cosmic mistake, and the greatest calamity that this universe has ever known. To exist with contorted thoughts and twisted feelings in a state of painful existential embroglio, because of inexperience with handling the awesomely powerful mindtool; and to limit oneself as far as being consciousness and beyond that goes, and to down and even despise or hate oneself ~ these are as alien to the inner and outer cosmic consciousness, as the consciousness of a cockroach is to the current mundane and across the board, third dimensional, egoised self consciousness.

One has one’s universal consciousness back again, when one upgrades to cosmic consciousness. It’s google any planet in any universe up anytime then, it is the purest and the sweetest existential and mystical living, they reckon. Pretty bliss like living with It the dot that is the lot and the beyond awareness is, is the word. The cosmic magic is all loaded up at one’s mystical Source point then, apparently.

It used to take a soul a thousand lives plus to crack an enlightenment one, on this rotten body burden rock. Now some are doing it in the second or third projection that they beam into this dunghill. That’s amazing! That is. That is unbelievable! That is. God bless all of the Gurus, for spreading this or that homing path, back to the home Light.

Without the true Gurus and death, the Earth’s trash, B grade bad and boring holographic fiction, would stink this universe out.

Only homofuturus has any chance at all of perfuming this joint up, and one might as well say goodbye to homosapien, right now.

To sit in pure I am as much as possible, is good shit. The I am path being a top of the cosmic range, homing one. A quick and effective path, depending on earnestness and extent of practice, no doubt. A highly addictive path back into the Light, this one.

Does one really want to go back into the Light, and leave all of this taken to be real dreaming behind, in a reverse click of the mystical fingers? One has so many emotional attachments in and to this third dimensional joint. Can one wipe one’s cosmic slate clean of them, and take the cosmic plunge that will put one beyond the need of any help?

Can one brave the fear of leaving the known, and venture into the unknown? Can one be existentially and mystical fearless, in one’s quest to reclaim one’s Grace state, where the Light hangs out.

‘Dead or alive citizen, you are coming with me! You third dimensional fucker!’ (The spirit of the Light of the Source.)

The holy grail is absolute liberty and absolute freedom, and having the cosmic skills to stay the hell away from the wheel of karma, and cruddy third dimensional light and dark, bum wiping, body bleeding set ups. One becomes cosmically wise enough to not be gyped or conned by matter’s sensuality pull, that is. One can remain as formless and timeless bliss, and stay right away from shitty third dimensional bum wiping then, one can. One will not need such a primitive form of stimulation with the cosmic sense, anymore. Toilet paper will become extinct. Never who one really is, behind and beyond the third dimensional matrix. This is a fact. One’s human body and the world and the surrounding universe aren’t. They are appearances being shot thru a mindtool and dimensionally projected onto a mindscreen, and they have all been brought about by the usage of the mystical I am.

Appearances come and go endlessly from the unseen into the seen, and then back into the unseen again, and they are beyond measure in a shoreless ocean of consciousness, and its myriad, bubble worlds. The appearances get born, they get named, they live non stop change in time and run off a mindtool’s false and trumpted up holographic memories and downloaded conceptualisations, and then they die. That’s life! In the dreamer’s fast lane in the Earth dreaming, then.

To pick the matrix here, one needs to whip one’s awareness into shape, and put it to work.

We all have a mystical and a cosmic duty to wake up from the chunderously crappy, 3D existential programming right now, we do. Who gets bloody born and dies? The mindtool projected holographic bodymindmachine does, not us as spirits.

As mighty spirits and mighty collective spirit, we are invincible. We’re unbeatable! We are the cosmic champions, each and every one of us. We’re the fuckers who come out of the Light, we are. We come out of the Light via dimensional drop down, and muck around with our plays in consciousness, and then we go back into the Light, we do.

It’s time for the homofuturians to show up and sort this galactic dump out, before the crazy baby soul homosapiens pull the existential plug on this crazy third dimensional hologram.

Someone has gotta do it citizen! Someone has gotta mutate into homofuturus and start mucking around with the I am the inner and the outer and the beyond consciousness. It might as well be us, because I don’t know about your neighbourhood, but I don’t see too many homofuturians who are aspiring to attain to cosmic consciousness around here.

Because this I am a body separation idea galactically sucks, and it will have to be done away with poste haste, or we’ll all go insane and burn the house down.

Who one really is at one’s natural mystical and spiritual Source point, never ever changes, and never ever dies. One is timeless existential being, and beyond being there, me Guru said.

If Earth won’t travel to heaven, because there are too many ignorants here, then the heavenly cosmic sense might have to come to Earth in the form of homofuturus and kick some homosapien arse. Clean out of this transmutating hologram, and into other downloaded re run, repeat ones.

The Master didn’t say nothing about homofuturus though. However, it is becoming more and more self evident every day, that he was homofuturian to his core.

To pick that all is still the Light of one’s real and true one life of a wider Self here, and to read properly what one’s spirit wants one to do with that mystical insider’s insight, is to have a number 10 life.

Anything else is just a third dimensional drag.

One is something else absolutely apart from the bodymindmachine person, one is inner and outer and not just inner; and if it wasn’t for one’s something else that exists on the other side of the I am door, then neither the body nor the mind and its person, nor God or the world called planet Earth, or this universe; would exist. The I am rules. It is the prime chemical that sustains the play in consciousness that is planet Earth. Is it real though? Or is it too artificial? Is it really a genuine existential and mystical door from the known, into the unknown? That is the curly question that sits behind and beyond third dimensional, existential sentient existence.

Who can sort this curly shit out? Me book Guru did. He did it in three years, the never dead, never born old bugger did.

Maya’s (illusion’s or a mindtool generated hologram’s) greatest strength is gross and not so subtle human ignorance, like the call for more war.

No maniacal and deluded baby soul thug has ever conquered this world, and no one will ever kill the One life. Even if they knock off every appearance that It is putting out in Its countless free wheeling shows, It’ll just allow for the projection of countless more.

The names and shapes and the countless separated forms in amongst all of the matter, space, time, energy and dimension, which are all moving along from past to future with a quick skip over the moment and the next moment; is pretty damn convincing. As a make believe and substitute reality to that where one is really sourcing from. Maya is a cosmically awesome, and a tremendously powerful illusion to those who are running their psyche’s off I am this or that. Only those operating in pure I am and beyond can pick the maya spin. That maya is dissolvable in a pure consciousness solution, the Guru knows well.

When one is deadset and as heavy as lead convinced by the con artist mindtool that is just doing its holographic job, that one is nothing but blood and bone that needs food like cars need petrol and tune ups or whatever, it can be unsensationally overpowering, and a burnt out mindtool can be the result. Sitting in pure I am will with practice, short circuit any long going, I am the inner only fostered slow burn outs, and it will destroy any future massive ones, as well. It will dissolve them, long before they can cosmically slap one’s rather shocked, third dimensional face.

The I am is great! It is one’s silent and subtle, great friend. Cling to I am, because there’s nothing else to cling to in this illusion.

Those who can avoid and deviate from an about to be manifested personal or group crisis, brought on by upsetting the impersonal’s route back to to heaven, are most wise. Their wisdom is boundless.

The spirit of the wisest course to follow according to one’s spirit, when it rolls the ego, has a kick like a hundred thousand cosmic mules. Many a homosapien knows it real well. Without the spirit’s kick start and the spirit’s kicks however, there would be sweet f all for the ego to write home about.

Adversity teaches that one should turn one’s mindtool thru pure I am ~ towards the Light, asap.

Sitting in pure I am is hot to to the nth shit. It is a genuine door, to a genuine enlightenment. It is a path of self responsibility and self investigation, where one takes nothing for granted in that psyche terrain where one has been perceptually and conceptually conned by a mindtool. Yet what is the mindtool’s job, if not to manifest an artificial hologram, and conceptually and perceptually con one into believing that one is just one dirt bag or drop dead gorgeous, or average human slob of a body, in it?

The sit one’s mind’s bum in pure I am is a golden path and a goldenly easy path, back to where the angelic and mystical heart so desperately wants to go now. The soul is screaming holographically and exerting great 5D and 4D pressure, so that the steeped in ignorance, dualistic fight that the 3D projection has got going, will end.

The timeless Light of one’s One life of Self hangs around as the back up and backdrop to every moment. Until the mindtool comes along again like a pirate, and propped up wave like by the shoreless consciousness ocean, and using its senses and its memory, makes time and gives it a past and future aspect, where there isn’t any. With memory it introduces continuity into a shot out subjective, which it has holographically objectified within its made up time and space, and the imagined real life show where one stars as a shitfucker human protagionist, is underway.

Whoopee!

The real baby soul scum of this universe is called a politician, and the political mind that is always chasing the advantage for itself, will soon be dead here.

The Earth is now perched at a point where duality has one foot in non duality’s door. It is, despite all of the appearances, not a bad time to mess around with reprogramming one’s human identity. Via aborting the third dimensional mindset.

Who one says one is right now in the exact moment, will determine one’s future destiny, and there is coming a time for Earth dwellers when it will be too late to start playing with the I am homofuturus, inner and outer mindset. Because the cosmic fat lady will be singing her infinitely eternal fat guts out, and that great victory where cosmic consciousness comes to rule this Earth, will be over.

It will be bye bye time to the politicians and their industrial and military wings, and bye bye time to all religions as well. Cosmic consciousness will become the only ‘religion’ that this Earth will host. The rest will fade away into insignificance, and disappear along with homosapien.

This tells all, as far as which religion to pick for oneself.

Bloody mindtools! Diabolocal things they are! One has to love them however, for the unbridled audacity inherent in their matter con. They are perfect tools for the holographic simulation of dense matter. They make hard and separate where nothing really exists except extemely subtle and fine vibrations, and they are Goddesses and Masters when it comes to doing that. Cosmic artists par excellence, they are. Draw one up a universe to play in, in the blink of an astral eye, they will.

Good old mindtool!

The mindtool is great! So long as one knows how to properly handle it, that is. If not, watch out! Because it can make mincemeat out of holographically inexperienced baby souls.

One is always the Source point and simple timeless being and beyond being, and never a mindtool made holographic projection that involves past and future aspects, the Master Nisarga often insinuated.

I am now! Now! Now! Now! Always now!

Was his mystical call.

At the point of realisation, the imagined person just disappears, he said.

Illusion is fostered into some pretty hideous manifested folly by the third dimensional, I am a bodymindmachine of a created person, mindset. All of the beautiful stuff here too is, because frankly speaking, this hologram is too dualistic for its own good. It is doomed, because what is born must die. Only that which is never ever born and is timeless can never ever be doomed, and one is that behind and beyond the mind blowing, blown matrix. According to the Master Nisarga anyway, one is really that. One is fair dinkum on the One to one and one back to One again transcendental highway, that is.

Individual humans don’t really exist outside of their own particular play in consciousness. Only the One life exists for Real, apparently. That one does not really exist as a named and shaped human, and that one’s world is a holographic fake, is a hilarious joke to anyone on a decent mystical path. It is a beauty, that little insider’s insight is. One could dream all night long and all thru the long dark night of the soul, with that one.

In our dreams, we skirt and flit around the Real, like moths around a flame, using just as many images as we use in this physical world. If not more.

In deep sleep, which is imageless and mentationless and everythingless, we kiss and cuddle with the One life, and then we wake up and forget that in our deep sleep we kissed and cuddled with our point Source ~ and the holographic shit hits the existential fan. That’s life citizen and y’gotta love it, because that situation is just so hysterically funny. From where the One life, with or without feet is taking Its stand, anyway. It is not so funny for mortals who have forgotten that they are made out of Light, for obvious reasons.

Blood is very red, and pain is pain. Hey?

A bunch of soul kids stage a play in consciousness that is called Earth, for having fun in the Light purposes. What can the One life do, but stand back and impartially watch, as the youngun’s of Its kind holographically go for it.

Creation, evolution and destruction sucks. Big time. Better off to have it over and done with as stupid dreaming, for what use has the Light for such holographic crap? Far happier is the lightweight soul who looks thru pure I am, and stays as the unbound and impartial ethereal and mystical witness of appearances. Unlucky is the sucker soul projection who gets bound up into concrete believing that they are a solidified appearance, amongst solidified appearances. For that is hell. With a little touch of heaven thrown in for good measure, every now and again.

Cosmic souls like the cosmic water. They’re not really that fond of dry holographic land.

So does I am a bodymindmachine person who is bound up in mindtool generated time and space, on a dying world that was created by God, in a universe that’s dying as well, because it got ‘born’ as well, suck. Big time.

‘I’d rather be a soon to become extinct frog, because sometimes there is the feeling that it would be good to hop off this lousy rock. It’ll be a bit of a super release from a bodymindmachine burden ~ festival, it will.’

What citizen hasn’t been there and done that in thought and feeling, at least once in their lives?

Homofuturus is about to go the other way, and hop onto this rock.

Homofuturus is great.

The existential and mystical limitation gun that humans point at their own heads is perceptual and conceptual, artificial and unreal, untrue, abstract and existentially and mystically false. Because I am inner is cock and bullshit, and I am the inner and the outer isn’t.

Most wise evolving homofuturus will experiment with I am the inner and the outer, whilst ignorantly dark homosapien won’t go near it. They will stick to their wars and their Gods and I am a bodymindmachine, like shit sticks to a shovel. They will dig their own evolutionary graves, and dimensionally recycle themselves. They will do homofuturus a big favour, and download themselves clean out of this transmutating hologram. If they refuse to go willingly, then the homofuturian’s cosmic consciousness vibrations will melt them into the ground. It will be like they have spontaneously combusted. Not one ultraviolent homosapien will survive the usurping of the homosapien species by the homofuturus one.

That is written deep in every non violent citizen comrade’s heart. These ones, they love their Light, like one just wouldn’t believe.

Only the meek in heart homosapiens will be able to cash in their dimensional chips, when the homofuturian revolution really gets going.

‘Get out of my going up ultra rapidly from third to fourth to fifth dimensional Earth hologram! You ignorant shit for brains ultraviolent fuckers! You’ve had enough time to crack the matrix in this 3D hologram, but you’re just too ego thick, and y’just don’t get it. You all gotta fuck off to other similar type crud 3D worlds now, because the girls and boys and I want to stage an upbeat 5D play in consciousness play here now, and frankly my dears, you’re not ready for that yet. Decidely! You are not ready! You are far too unripe. U reek of stupid stupid stupid ego cock and clit, ultraviolent bullshit. Begone!…It’s time for HEAVEN on Earth darlings!

I am cosmic consciousness coming down to ground zero via homofuturus, and I am gunna turn this joint upside down and inside out, before too long. I am an army of citizens now, and watch out for the Real I that is buried timelessly in every citizen comrade’s heart. MotherEarthfuckers!’

The spirit of cosmic consciousness is yelling from the unseen and unknown, at all punk, ultraviolent third dimensionals. East or west, the new vibration is screaming at the ever so rank 3D baby souls, at the moment. Phoo! Does their rotten holographic karma ever stink, to the average citizen comrade mystic. These cosmic idiots who do ultraviolence east or west, no matter who that they are acting for, are doomed to holographically recycle. They’ll be stuck to this hideous and terribly boring third dimensional holographic ~ I am just a bodymindmachine arsewiping person game, like shit to a shit encrusted, mothertfucker’s shovel. Rich or poor, up the top or down the bottom, acting individually or for their gang of baby soul knit the karmic payback shit even deeper into one’s soul stupids, they’ll soon get their just karmic desserts. One can be naively psychotic for only so long in a time bound dualistic hologram, before the ruling Light vibration will boomerang back on one, and existentially and mystically sort one right out. Male or female, it won’t matter. The stupidly ultraviolent cosmic babys soul idiots won’t make the coming transcendental holographic cut here. Not with homofuturus coming down, so early in the mystical morning.

‘Turn the mind inside out!’ The Master told some dude. One day. Before his body vessel died, and he returned to where he really wanted to be. Back in the Light, that is. The Master, he skipped the astral, and all of the rest of the accelerated upper dimensional holographic dreaming, and shot straight into the beyond party. There is absolutely no doubt about that, and those who have have perused the book ‘I Am That’, will no doubt verify that. Unless they are holographically stupid, that is.

The Master, he chased his dimensionless Source point, like he was flogging a flying saucer senseless. He went after It and split it and entered It like a soldier come HOME. He did. There’s no doubt about that. He went where in the near future, many mortals who switch to being homofuturian, will go.

It is very ultra difficult for third dimensionals to escape duality sometimes. Then again, running the I am the inner and the outer and the beyond, cosmic Google upgrade, others do find it rather easy. That’s duality again and duality always repeats and reruns on itself, like snail slime does, and that’s why duality sucks. So bad. Me book Guru, getting out of this stinking duality where one’s consciousness can so easily become embedded in a mindtool projected body, like a stuck vinyl record ~ was shit easy for him. It was like wiping one’s arse, for him. When one has fully ripened and fully awakened to who one and One really is, this holographic cock and bull nonsense, make believe soul dreaming dump, must be even more boring than it is for third dimensionals.

The chances are that me book Guru was pretty happy to go HOME. Who wouldn’t be? When the One life looses Its feet, It parties and parties and parties. Apparently.

Pity the ultraviolent baby souls, don’t pity the blessed meek hearts. Because they are the real multidimensional players in this play in consciousness. The ultraviolent baby soul couldn’t get out of this third dimension, if their mindtool’s God went boo up their arse. Love and Light RULE citzen comrade. That is the only lesson that any soul’s projected bodymindmachine must acclimatise themselves to here.

There is nothing else to ‘learn’ here in this holographic dump. There really isn’t.

The I am path as Sri Nisargatta Maharaj propogated it, is an extreme self and Self investigative path. One hauls in one’s concepts that are spinning around the mindtool, and eats them. The Master even said that just like one eats food and then forgets about the food, that he had eaten this whole world up, and that it didn’t bother him. Even though from where he had moved his consciousness too, it was all mindtool imagined and holographically projected, cock and bull nonsense.

Homofuturus, a human form with a skull like Marge Simpson’s hairdo, will replace homosapien, because homofuturus with its larger brain will know how to suck ‘food’ from out of the etheric air. It’ll know how to do a lot of other groovy stuff too. Homosapiens meanwhile, having to rely on the conventional format of consuming matter food and then excreting out the waste product, will not be able to keep up. The entire process will take a century or two, but by the 23^rd century the last of the homosapiens will have said goodye to this Earth.

Bye bye homosapien, bye bye. See y’later mate!

Tch! Tch! Just didn’t get it in time that blessed are the meek in heart and more mystically intelligent and aware, for they shall inherit the Earth. Though God knows why in the fuck anybody would want to do that. From the position of the planet now, that is.

The meek in heart and more mystically aware and cosmically intelligent, and slightly more evolved absolutely non violent souls, who have numerous body projections running into this dualistic dump, will inherit cosmic consciousness. They will have a little transcendental play with I am the inner and the outer and the beyond, that is. They will get it on and get their rockettes and rocks off with I am the inner and the outer and the beyond, and I am made out of love and Light at Source point, that is. They will do the full homofuturian bit and blast their consciousnesses out of this shithole, and then they’ll drop down again, and wipe arse again. For some time, they’ll party with Mother Earth, and the Heavenly Father, and his ultra mystical MUM too.

They will muck with ~ I am not an existentially worthless lump of arse wiping flesh that is plagued by a besotted and bemused mindtool, that is programmed to run a motherfucker I am limitation sub programme. They will. Apparently.

I am, at my Source point, which is dimensionless, are the Real, and not the bloody holographics, they’ll experiment with.

They’ll jack the homosapiens’ ~ I am just a bodymindmachine person of a personality identity – holographic crap, right off. They’ll get rather far far far out mystical, for sure – will they fully realise that the mind’s true body is the entire hard drive universe. They’ll suss out that it is not just a lump of food gobbling and shit excreting flesh. They’ll see, just like the Master said, that the body is just a holographic idea in the mind, and the mind is just another holographic idea, within the totality of one’s absolute consciousness. Which is shoreless ocean like, and all one’s to play with, if one earnestly wants to play that way. Again. They’ll find mystical ring after ring after ring, and that the rings never stop. That their rings go down and they go up and spiral out every which way from the centre, and then bugger off into the beyond, where every citizen comrade will wander again sooner or later, they’ll discover. Apparently.

Citizen comrade. Don’t that sound good, and aren’t we all lucky lucky lucky buggers to be in the vanguard to inherit all of that? Shouldn’t we drop the cynical and nasty super selfish bodymind identifying shit, and cease all galling limitations that are based on one thinking that one has been existentially and Earth life ripped off, which is far far far from the truth ~ and get it on full bore, with cosmic consciousness. Which is this new gear that is really the old Grace awareness returning, that is hovering at the tip of one’s nose. Whilst implying ~ Here I am here and now, and now is always and here is everywhere, and you are cleared for inner and outer access, if you want.

To mutate into homofuturus.

By switching from the crud and shit fucking boring I am inner mindset, to the upbeat and mirthy as all hell, I am the inner and the outer and the beyond mindset programming. Which, the model expands on, one accidentally slipped out of, some time back, for some unknown reason.

Existential and mystical parachutists hoewever, don’t bitch about the ground on the way down. They’re just fucking glad that its there, and that they’ve got something solid to land on. They’ve got to get there first though, and then usually the afforementioned is just an initial impression. After that, the beautiful ground can turn into a horrible Satan, who is scratching his balls. Across the board, the vast majority of homosapiens, rich or poor, have an extremely difficult time with this horrible and beautiful, mintool projected, third dimensional hologram.

‘It is a great calamity to forget one’s Self!’

Me book Guru said.

Me book Guru was great!

This one rode no camels! This one sat on his arse in his little loft, and let the flock come to him. Some Indians are most wise, but unfortunately these days, a whole lot of others aren’t. This one didn’t get himself crucified. This one never even went to school! He never had a phone, or a computer, and money above a mere bodymindmachine sustaining level, didn’t interest him in the least. He didn’t care to set up an ashram around himself, at all. He didn’t seem to want that. He was known to be pretty firey now and again, and for nearly 50 years he expounded on the I am path to cosmic consciousness. In a language that has to be experienced, to be believed.

He gave people around two weeks and set the I am path off in them, and then he told them to bugger off. Apparently. He lit the spark that led many to explore their own inner Sadguru.

Nothing can kill the Real I, that one and One is. Timelessly. Everything and every thing could try, but nothing would succeed. Of what sense for any mindtool to run with ~ I am fear then? There is none at all. I am existentially and mystically fearless, is much much much better. It’s a gas! It is not solid like matter is here, but it is SOLID allright.

I am the timeless, birthless and deathless and beyond stuff, that cannot be put down; and this is a pretty boring, rudimentary hologram really. It don’t fool the Real I, because in the beyond, it doesn’t really exist. It is just imagination shot thru a mindtool and cleverly ‘solidified’, and it is promulgated by the mindtool’s memory banks, and its insatiable desire to be a player, in a play in consciousness. I am the short circuit to it all who exists only in the exact now, and I am that which has just eaten it all up. It don’t fool the Real I, because I am made out of love and Light, at my dimensionless Source point.

(This will be the homofuturian mindset.)

I am that which is beyond the mind, is every citizen’s right to say. Homofuturus will make that very very very clear to homosapien, and if homosapien doesn’t like it and still wants to play with the Devil’s wagging tail, then homosapien will have to get lost. In other cruddy dualistic third dimensional holograms.

She or he who walks tall for real, walks tall with cosmic consciousness, if they want that.

Cosmic consciousness is not far away in some distant future citizen comrade ~ and future homofuturian. It is at the tip of every citizen’s nose, and the I am path is a shit hot path, that will lead one straight to it. The I am path is transcendental dynamite to the nth plus. Immediately that one starts to run thru the mindtool, I am the inner and the outer and the beyond, one is out of dimensional jail, and the body appearance can get lost if it wants. It won’t matter, once one’s consciousness and being is rightly positioned, OUTSIDE of the blood filled body, AGAIN! It won’t matter jack fucking shit, whether the body spontaneously combusts or not in the next millisecond, once one’s idomitable and mighty glorious spirit, who has so far kept one’s arse afloat in this transcendental nightmare, is positioned RIGHTLY. AGAIN. In the ethereal ambiotic fluid. It just won’t citizen.

To haunt a body and claim ownership of it is pain and death. I am an Earth bound, bound up human being, SUCKS! Like nothing else in this entire fucking universe does. It is time to get rid of it, with a bit the old, I am the inner and the outer shit. It is time to re run that much loved and much adored, luscious old mystical programme. Thru one’s mindtool, once again. It is time to go with one’s spirit, and not one’s ego.

It’ll be standing on HOME base again, after sticking it right up this crud of a third dimensional matrix, after that. It will.

One is always a very happy citizen from that spot, one is. Back in the ethereal water, so one is naturally, not so fucking moody as one is here. In this shitfucker souls’ duality.

Earth’s future is that third dimensional matter food will become scarce. Very scarce.

Yet people worry about running out of oil.

When food is as scarce as diamonds, and the war ravaged environment is hotter than hell, many millions of homosapiens will die.

They will do the fourth dimensional tango, and get the fuck out of here.

When dark and light finally sort it out on this rock, it’ll go down to the holographic wire, and many will take an astral holiday whilst the transmutational shit hits the fan.

Then later on, they’ll experiment with the homofuturus version of the human being, and cosmic consciousness.

There will be a squaring up with the Earth Mother’s spirit, as a heaven on Earth prevails.

There will come about a global society where all citizens have cosmic consciousness, and all children are born with cosmic consciousness.

Homofuturian will rule this Earth, with the mystical love and respect, that this planetary hologram deserves.

It would appear that a whole lot of gung ho souls, have been holographically experimenting with dropping their 5^th dimensional angelic selves, down into a 3^rd dimensional body form. It would appear that our civilisation is perched on the cusp, that is the abyss of this joint experiment. Will the homofuturian angels get here in time, or will the little homosapien devils implode the whole joint, before the homofuturian angels actually get here? That is the question that even God doesn’t know the answer to. The answer to that question is all locked up in people’s hearts.

Children born with the cosmic consciousness sense will never make war, and they will be absolutely non violent. They will not operate off some phoney mindtool generated dark to light frequency. They will tap into a source of one pulse one frequency light power, that humans could not yet dream of. They will never rape or hurt, cheat, rob, do harm to or kill anyone. They will treat the outer with the most ultimate respect, being fully aware that it is really beyond the manifested holographics, their wider Self. They will experiment with bringing cosmic consciousness into a quasi matter format, and discover more and more about that.

Their experiment will be a short one, lasting just over a millenium. Then the Earth will become like a Singapore for the solar system, and for many other solar systems too.

Homofuturus will be really something, for sure. Some of them will be able to at will, shape the heightened and more fluid like, outer. The new cosmic kid on the block will have all of the latest high powered mystical skills.

Homofuturus will wipe the ground zero floor with the ultraviolent homosapien. They’ll cream those cosmic baby soul fuckwits.

I am the inner and the outer and the outer and the inner, and I am made out of supersubtle Source point mystical love and Light, absolutely holigraphically shits on the I am inner human only crap. Pure mindtool generated, holographic dribble identifying, the third dimensional identity crap is. Me book Guru reckoned that, sort of. Chuck it! Was his venerable counsel. Throw the lot of it overboard and start again! Was his venerable line.

Beings take drugs to get a rudimentary experience of their own buried by convention, dormant and natural multidimensionality. ( Polaria. A tenth dimensional lady.)

I am a multidimensional! Then again, I am also a dimensionless point!

Is a potent and absolutely free, cosmic narcotic.

One is supposedly awake when awake, but asleep to the mystical inner and outer connection inherent in the third dimension, and its bloody matrix. One is supposed to be asleep in the fourth dimension, when one is 3D or body asleep, when one is a lot more spirit awake there. In the good old 4^th. Whereas one is never asleep in deep sleep, and exists as pure and unadulterated non dual Light, in the fifth dimension, and beyond that, there. What a cosmic ride the ol’ fall from Grace is! What a lousy shock one gets sometimes, when one first opens one’s eyes in the morning. A hell of a dualistic arseslide down, but not back up, the Graceslide is. Apparently.

Grace! Is a good word. It rings a bell for the mystical citizen.

The existential, mystical and spiritual ride of the millenium it really all is, upon this Earth. Bugger what the darkness is doing! The darkness is the slag of this slowly ripening, sooner to ripen a lot faster, third dimensional hologram. The Earth is a hillbilly souls’ cosmic still, for getting juiced up mystics, who will handle their relationships with the Light, a lot better than ultraviolent homosapien does.

Watch out for homofuturus! The new cosmic kid on the tired and worn out and dying, Earth rock. Watch out! Don’t look in the mirror too much and smile too much, and laugh at the big joke where as the One Self, one gets absolutely lost as a little self of a human being; and then from there one absolutely finds one’s real, inner and outer Self again. One to one, and one back to One again like. What a trip!

Definitive, inner and outer, apperceptual and intuitional, grasping the existential and mystical inner and outer magic in the moment, stuff. Picking a mindtool hosted, holographic matrix! What a bloody beaut thing to do! For one’s self and Self, to marry again, in holy cosmic matrimony. A beautiful and stupendously ingenious, holographic exercise it is. Exquisite gear, and no wonder that souls get hooked up in it. So that they drop projections into beautiful shithole worlds like this. Self to self, and self back to Self again. Lose one’s self and Self, and find one’s self and Self again, and have an absolute holographic ball, doing that. Fun! Fun! Fun! For the cosmic kid. What a cosmic blast that all was for the true Gurus, and will be in the very near, mindtool dreamt up future. For so many human beings. Who will go back into the Light, whether they want to or not.

Millions upon millions upon millions of beings here now have a rudimentary understanding of what I am the inner and the outer, the outer and the inner, and the beyond too ~ means. They have been playing with it for over fifty years, since westerners who first went to see Indian Gurus, first picked it up. Even though it is common to all of those who are worshiped Godlike, in the Earth’s religions.

Jesus stated emphatically that he was the inner and the outer and the outer and the inner, and the above and the below gear, and me book Guru said to please understand that what one sees is nothing but one’s mind, background infraltrated by one’s wider Self. They said the exact same thing in two different ways, because they were Guru Greats.

The Goddesslike and Godlike greats all bet on I am the inner and the outer and the beyond, and won first prize. They attained to cosmic consciousness, and the universe became their body. With that as body, they journeyed into the beyond. Their missions probably to establish whether it too is artificial holographics, or not.

One has to hand it to the Greats. They were Great allright.

The data regarding cosmic consciousness and usage of I am the inner and the outer and the beyond upgrade programming, has now virus like been spread all around the planet, and it is all over the net. There is this mystically ignorant dark mass of ultraviolent babysoul darkness, and then there is this cosmically alert and more aware minority of more matured souls, who have been cultivating and spreading the I am the inner and the outer virus. In one way or the other.

The minority will triumph, as the fully matured and ripened product, from the holographic Earth still. They will ascend in consciousness and suck the fifth dimension clean thru the fourth dimension, and set up a transmutational version of it in this third dimension. They will increase the frequency of the vibratory rate here, so that matter will be nowhere near as dense and hard as it is now.

The ultraviolent slag of the Earth still will recycle and re run with the 3D shit, until they can pump themselves up with a bit more awareness love and Light. Don’t cheat! Don’t hurt! Help out where possible. Until they get it on with such stuff, they’ll repeat.

Once firmly established, the I am path will spontaneously run itself as the mindtool’s prime hidden programme, and the I am the inner and the outer programme is a download of that, which will also gyroscope non stop.

From there, what else can evolving homofuturus do with one, but beam back at one in the mirror of life, smiling and laughing at the big cosmic joke; as one’s future homofuturian self. Who absolutely, is flatly refusing to host any I am inner only conceptualisation, at all.

One used to be a human, but one is not anymore, when the ol’ comeback kid of a homofuturus gene gets going ~ In one’s multidimensional, hard drive. They say. That ~I am the inner and the outer and the beyond - cannot be beaten.

One always has the liberty to proclaim to this universe who one really is. In any hologram, one has the say over one’s real identity. No one else does. Not even God.

When human ignorance fades away, so will the maya here become softer and softer, and decidely more liquid like, to the point that recently arrived galactic citizens who have stepped out of their cocooned mortal shells, will drink of it. Like babes in the womb gulp down ambiotic fluid.

Is it that beyond all of those perceived and conceived and alphabetically conceptual word named commodoties, like time and space and body and mind and planets and universes, that there is nothing? Not even a blank void. Not a miniscule speck of life; stuff.

On the contrary, that is where the existential bliss and the unknown and unseen love and Light child, and the One life lives. As the Source point, who although beyond description, is like a cosmic child who is having lots and lots of fun, with lots and lots of holograms, and the different dimensional game levels, within them.

The Source employs the I am to be a free ticket seller to souls for It, to this holographic game or that.

It is from the Source point, that every universe, and its attached Goddess or God, and every world gross or subtle, and the bodymind machines which they host ~ emanate.

This Source point has no I am, and It is absolutely impersonal. It never existentialises to the point of running with anything like; I am the Source point.

It is a cosmic fact however that this common Source point, is the source of every human being, and that It exists at every point in, and also behind and beyond the matrix, where no imagery or mentation exists. It is who every human really is, underneath their third and other dimensional masks. It is that common fallen from stateless state, that we call Grace. Grace is great, because it is HOME.

Every human is a dimensional slider, and according to me book Guru, living is life’s only purpose.

To gently and effortlessly destroy this world and its associated universe, and to maybe witness it melt and dissolve away like the burning holographic plasticine that it really is, ask; Who am I really? ~ and don’t stop. Asking it.

Ask until there isn’t a concept that isn’t worthy of a cosmic bullet in the head left, and the only place where one can abide that makes any sense at all in this nuthouse of nuthouses of a world, is the pure I am.

Cling to I am, because that is truthfully, all that one really has. There really is nothing else, at this make believe level.

There is no truth here. Truth is beyond all dimensions and cannot be found in a dreaming state. Me book Guru made that very clear.

I am the inner body and inner thinking mind inside only is false cosmic mind programming and third dimensional bullshit, and unless it is done away with by heightened and awakened awareness, the human will go nowhere. Except into more birth and death recycling. The dreaming will continue after death, as the Master said that it does. The Light of who one really is at Source will remain an elusive butterfly of love ~ on this side, and on the other.

Identifying with being the mentation thoughts going on supposedly inside of the brain, and seeing oneself as just being the bone and flesh around the ‘thinking’ brain, is dangerous. Because it promotes ego selfishness, greed which is in the karmic negative, and a host of other illusory dark centred, negatively karmically geared, ultraviolent stuff. Which is all running off an I me mine, or an our’s and not their’s mindset, and where power over other matter is worshiped as if it were God.

Meanwhile, the sacred mystical pursuit of who one really is at Source, where the Real dimensionless point of a Light game player lives beyond even the I am, is never ever mentioned. Though God gets a right hammering, as everybody knows, that his eminence does. Heavyset heavy matter dreaming predominates, and sleeping with the enemy called third dimensional ignorance, is ultra rife. Such is human life so often, upon this both rotten and beautiful at the same time, third dimensional planet Earth.

Where there’s too much hate and not enough mystical awareness, and what is often hated is not without, it is within.

It is the existential and mystical relationship within that defines the cosmic value and worth of the self, and the Self.

Anyone who seeks mortal material power, lacks mystical power. If mortals had their fully ripened mystical and spiritual sides going right now, then that would be the end of homosapien ~ and hello to homofuturus.

Angels bring the Light with them, and that’s why they are so dangerous to dark power centred humans.

Can a slightly evolved soul ride a Fury the horse type mindtool, that is bucking and kicking like it has just gobbled up a bad clump of 3D programming loco weed, all around and over a dirty hologram, and not come off? For a stomp in the dusty dirt, or maybe a stint in a looney bin.

A slightly evolved soul can give that a go, they can. They don’t have much choice, unless they illegally exit this third dimensional play in consciousness. That is called planet Earth.

Unless they suicide that is. Me Guru’s counsel was that endurance is the wisest policy, unless it is just not worth the pain of keeping a debiliated body going.

Who one is at Source is the timeless One life, who has no I am, and who dwells way beyond all conceptuals and perceptuals. The ego can’t handle that hidden inner and outer and beyond identity, that is as common to us all as the stardust inside and out of our bodies is. It the ego has never been able to handle that wider consciousness heritage stuff, because that stuff is even too galactically far out for even it. I am the inner and the outer. I am the wider and the beyond dimensionless One cell, that has gotten dimensionally lost as the miniscule one body cell. It is all blah blah blah, to the ego. Which is pro matter, pro separation and division, and pro staying third dimensional and staying right away from the wider consciousness; like one wouldn’t believe. The ego has got a big wall around itself. That it’s job, as far as its concerned. To keep the wall there, that is.

Fears the unknown mystical fluid a bit too much, the ego does. Doesn’t cotton on yet that the unknown’s higher in consciousness games are absolutely great fun. Most certainly are they more fun than this third dimensional poop of a dualistic holographic game, that one is currently in.

The ego wants its turdy grab and kill for the body and the gang game and no other, to continue unabated, that is. It wants to experiment more with selfishness and its lust for more and more mortal power, but it is running out of mindtool made up time. Instinctively and intuitionally, the ego senses that because it is time bound and transient, that it is artificially terminable stuff; and it doesn’t like the idea of that. It can die and be annihilated. The timeless unknown can’t.

The ego just wants to be rich and famous, and to have power and be applauded and be survival secure in a make believe hologram, and it don’t wanna be the Source force from the beyond; that’s behind the positioning of the stars and galaxies. Because if the truth is that if it is really connected to all of that, even slightly, then it can’t just be a special somebody of a human bodymindmachine person, named and shaped thing, ‘doing’ something special. Anymore. It can’t be egoised stuff that’s so far up its own ignorant bum, that half of the city and the surrounding countryside stinks. Can it? Between one’s mystical self and one’s ego, there’s a fraction too much friction sometimes. Isn’t there comrade?

It can be enter the dragon sometimes then.

It is good to ride the winged dragon thru the unknown sky.

The mystical self can enlist the help of the spirit, to introduce some crisis shock into its holographic victim’s life, to the extent that the bodymindmachine person can be just about existentially shitting themselves. Non stop, too.

There is absolutely nothing to fear from the Light. The Light is not a judge, and judges nought. Neither do God, the Devil, the guides or anybody else ~ judge anybody. Souls judge themselves and rate their 3D performances, and then they go off and make more conquering darkness plans. A soul will swim towards the Light, like a trout swimming upstream. Swimming towards the Light, is what souls do. Sooner or later, it is the one and only cosmic course that they adopt, as their existential pattern. In or out of dimensionally staged holograms, they go for the Light.

There’s too many baby souls who aren’t swimming towards the Light yet, around this place.

When a soul is dirty upon themselves because they picked up too much karmic drag in a simulated holographic life, because they just couldn’t pick the love and Light in the hellish matter darkness there, other souls spread out. They give the cosmic venter, astral room, they do.

The wider mystical self can get right up the smaller egoised self sometimes, it can.

The little identity still just wants food and roots and wealth and pleasure galore and no pain, and to be entertained by the outer, as it bows to the imagined or real applause coming from there. So that nothing much has changed on that perceptual and attitudinal level where the egoised I me mine ~

Here I am! I am really something I am! Look at me! Serve and save me! Or I’ll thump y’ and screw y’! ~ mindset roams, for a long time. Like, since when the monkies first began to wander around the Savanah, and shit where they felt like it. They didn’t have to stride around uptown, and then go all of the way back downtown, looking for a civilised place to toilet. Like 21^st century monkies have too sometimes. They just squatted and let fly like dirty dogs in a Garden of Eden, those ancestral monkies did.

The little identity’s ultra bigtime fear is that it could be annihilated by the formless cosmic truth inherent in the wider identity, and be cut short of its sensuality evoking, form goals. It has become horribly confused and paranoid about what’s real here and what isn’t, and it can become shit scared that no form means no life. The mind sits in the middle, busting its guts to do its prime job and maintain the illusion of form, and to cope with the Hal-ishly hell crap third dimensional programming, that it has been loaded up with. The wider identity however only wants to include the smaller one, in its plans to balance the universe on its fingertips again.

What downloads thru the dimensions, has to upgrade and go back up thru the dimensions again, sooner or later. That’s life!

Only a cosmic idiot of infinitely inconceivable proportions, could possibly desire eternal life as a human, on this particular third dimensional rock. One would have to be ten tenths plus mad, to desire that.

Those who become der Fuhrer here and abuse their position and do ultraviolence, will find themselves to be less important than a cockroach on the other side. Those who elect and follow der Fuhrer and do the Fuhrer’s dirty business, will find themselves in the same astral boat ~ to nowhere.

It the ego has to can the can with I am ego only now, and run with I am the inner and the outer and the beyond. Or it won’t be being rendered usunder in the coming cosmic transmutational, dimensional uplift games. It’ll just be re running in another turd of a third dimensional, light and dark dualistic, turd of a hologram. Probably. Won’t it? Trying to bump up its awareness level of the Light that hides in a matter fabricated darkness, that fucker ego will be. No doubt. Every darlin’ is the Light impersonating a mortal, and so is every bastard too.

All of God’s children leave the odd set of skid marks in their underwear, and every appearance that comes out of the Light, is the Light disguised as an appearance. Whatever the appearance’s colour, creed, or form, or mystical standing, it should be accorded due respect and its mighty spirit worshiped. Compassion is mystical electricity that powers a soul to go beyond all appearances, and a rock on the ground has as much of the Light’s consciouness in it, as a so called human being does.

It is good to remember that. Especially if one has a clenched fist, or a gun in the hand, and killing always hurts the killer, far more than it hurts the killer. This the Master told, in reference to the negatively geared karma that is generated from deliberate killing. Which like war, is hatred in action.

Sometimes the only way to help someone is to leave them alone, and if one has not yet put oneself beyond the need of any existential and mystical help, how can one really help anyone else anyway? Who is their really to ‘help’, in a dreaming world.

Pleasing another, or absorbing their ignorance for common identity’s sake, will just make them worse.

One needs no one or thing to lean on. They need to sit in pure I am and pick the matrix here, before the entire hologram shuts down.

This, that the One is the many and the many are individually and collectively the One, is a fact, that has absolutely nothing at all to do with one’s current 3D dreaming status. It is a timeless fact, and it is not time bound at all. That the One becomes the many, and certain lucky individuals become the One again, during that period where the many are becoming the One again, the ripened Guru knows. Full well.

In a forest or a garden, not all trees and plants flower at once. Sooner or later however, they all have their turn at flowering. Everything and every thing blooms, before it fades away back into the unknown.

The mystically investigated ‘world’ can become misty like and move into the background, like a telegram call that one doesn’t really need to bother about. Some of the Gurus say. That the Light of who one really is at Source steps out of the background and into the foreground, and blows the mind that fears death and annihilation away back to the stars, and the beyond of them. All in all, it sounds like a pretty hot cosmic, mystical and spiritual ride, that currently, about seven odd billion human beings are missing out on. Because they take the Real to be an abstract unreal, and an abstract unreal to be real, me book Guru pointed out. That by using the I am the body and I am the mind ideas non stop, they give themselves no chance to realise the Real. They are born into and live and die an illusory dream, that is.

I am the body only is infantile rubbish. It is cock and bull of the highest third dimensional order. If one really wants to live, one must shoot it in the head.

If it were not first for consciousness, and then secondly the mind, the body would not last a millisecond. The body is universal product, and it is never one’s exclusive possession or property. The body is just a rented lump of holographic cosmic meat, that this holographic universe can easily recycle.

The common and hidden behind the matrix One life is beyond God and the mind, and It is the Nameless One and who and what is all that is really Real. It is who one is, at one’s dimensionless speck of Light Source. The rest is unreal and is the fabricated result of freewheeling subjectively imagined ideas being holographically shot thru a mindtool, and objectively ‘solidified’, and it is good to be extremely selfish in that realm where one pursues the One life with great vigour. The One life is ‘one’ and everyone else, ultra downloaded all of the way to rock bottom mortal, and now is the time to upgrade back to It. Not tomorrow, or next week. Now! With ~ of course, the I am the inner and the outer mindset. The One life is the primal love and the Light, and who one really is, behind the matrix. There is however a problem, with the masses’ relationship with the One life that is the common Self.

It is most hard for them to digest, as it is for their aristocracy, that at their ethereal Source, they are all actually in the true reality, made out of bliss love and Light. The body being really nothing but a hollow holographic, matrix shell.

With a reputation for being pretty bad, pretty violent, and pretty evil, almost inherently so. Whilst at the same time dualistically; also having a reputation for being kind and good and compassionate. Almost inherently so.

‘You people have no idea how far that you have come from reality!’

Me Guru told some mob, one day.

For a start, many from all walks of life are either unaware of or in denial that a One common life or Real Self exists, or they have it all hopelessly entangled up with their God concept. So that they die with I am the inner only weighing them down, absolutely unaware that an I am the inner and the outer and the beyond consciousness level, even exists. Or maybe they are even existentially hating the illusory fact that they think that Eet doesn’t exist, whilst they’re dying. Well! That should be put to the sword, when they see what’s coming. The common One life that is beyond all Gods and Goddesses, and all mortal words and conceptualisations, that is. Eet! The Light, that is.

People stand around the deads’ gravesites and are generally sad for them and themselves, whilst generally speaking the dead are as happy as Larry. Because they have been liberated from this lunatical third dimensional rock, and a 3D body burden association is no longer their’s to worry about. Or, they are one down on however many of those holographic perforations in consciousness that they are soul running, anyway. They are free from the dreadful existential pain and angst, and the deep moribund sorrow that is so prevalent in human suffering in this place. They were fish out of the water, but now they’re back in it, and they’re swimming around in a predator and gross trouble free zone, that is just out of this world.

Don’t worry about them! Pay y’respects to y’big Self, and y’little self will be allright. Was the inside word from the Master.

Don’t pity the dead! They’re out of this nonsense and they are doing ok. Pity us! Who get left on a galactic bullshit rock that is full of more cock and bull than any God could ever dream up. Is what me book Guru hinted at, sort of. He was Guru, yet he was aware that Guru or not, one is a victim of endurance. One endures being associated with an appearance that has unfortunately come out of the Light. What else can one do? To perservere, to endure, and to refrain from slitting one’s throat, or anybody else’s, and to play with the I am, was the Tao. The Master counseled.

Yet the switches from the pain binding and deluding illusory and egoised self consciousness, to the absolutely spell binding universalised cosmic consciousness, which will alleviate all existential suffering, are so simple ~ relatively speaking. Because the mindtool psyche runs primarily off the prime chemical, being pure I am. It is like the spot centre of a wheel, with whirling around alphabetic constructs that are mistakenly being taken to be real being whirled around it, and if one draws back from the space within the wheel, where the binding multitudinous concepts of third dimensional confinement description, and existential denigration and put down limitation roam, to the spot centre of the wheel and the centre of being; where only pure I am is, then one will be ok. One will be as sweet as sweet and quite natural, humble cosmic pie, before too long, one will.

One will see a far wider bigger picture than one will ever see thru any concept, one will.

One will acknowledge that the real truth will always shit on any mind trumpted up, holographic fiction, and that the real truth is simply ~ I am.

Absolutely descriptionless and standing alone like a universal gladiator, it the I am is the existential and mystical door into this matrix bound shithole, and it is the existential and mystical door out of it too.

If one withdraws with some affectionate detachment and some dispassionate awareness, and gets witnessing aloof out of the mindtool’s washing machine, where a conglomeration of I am a desire, I am a fear, I am a pain, I am a pleasure, and either I am either liking or disliking that ~ is a swirling perceptually and conceptually around non stop, in the moody hoodoo of the 21^st century; then one will existentially and mystically shit enlightenment in. Sooner than one would think, too.

I am already made out of Light and can never be not made out of Light ~ is the absolutely real truth!

Is all that it takes.

I am already enlightened and don’t have to do anything to bring enlightenment on, because I am already made out of Light, and can never not be made out of Light.

Is all that it takes.

Pure I am is pretty much a quiet and silent achiever, yet it never does anything really, nor ever worries about anything that is even slightly survival related. Pure I am is shit hot close to the non dual, and it is totally devoid of judgement. Pure I am is self respect, and Self respect, too. To be pure I am is to be a no body, and every body, simultaneously. Pure I am is magic, and a hyper potent cosmic drug that can take one back to the stars, and what’s beyond them too. The I am path is currently the hottest mystical and spiritual path on this planet. It is a beauty, it is. It is a cosmic humdinger of a path back into the Real, for sure.

The I am path is great!

It cannot be beaten! Because the ego has no trumpted up so called good, and no trumpted up so called evil, to play with. It is out of the hideous light and dark circus, and its fascination with limitation and darkness is nullified. As are its myriad moods, and its moodswinging. It can neither build one or others up to imaginary pedestals in the sky, nor can it bring one or others down to those abominable psychological depths, where the only job that one can get, is washing Satan’s ultra hot and sweaty balls ~ every five minutes.

Hell! Is a badly misprogrammed and ignorant, third dimensional mindtool. Hell! Starts on the inside, as a result of programming and treatment, and spreads back into the outside. Heaven! Is the absence of hell. It is an I am the inner and the outer and the beyond programmed mindtool, doing its thing with awareness plus. Where the fascination for darkness and limitation is zip or zero, and the fascination for the dualistic opposite of that, which is the Source Light, is all that there is.

The Guru can light up that in one which points the way to the end of all seeking. The work of actually arriving at the end of all seeking however, is one’s own. It doesn’t pay to lay it on anyone else, because there is no one else, apart from the one true Self whom one is at Source point.

The only thing that humans can do for each other is to swap around their existential and mystical insights. The only thing that a holographically imagined mindtool can say, that has even the slightest taint of truth in it, is ~ I don’t know.

One can never know one’s dimensionless Source point of Light. One can only do the dimensional flips, and naturally revert to actually being one’s dimensionless Source point of Light, again. Using of course, an I am the inner and the outer and the beyond, mindset.

Even me Guru himself got a bit of a pleasant shock, with the speed of the fruit of sitting with one’s entire consciousness, in spot I Am.

Harmony and peace of mind and liberation and a spontaneous re boot upper overide programme will come with practice, and the inner and outer junction will merge into an aspect of the One life. Which is beyond description and conceptualisation, and whom all are, at Source point.

The mindtool will buck at first and throw the full extent of the limitation programme back in one’s face, sometimes in extremely devious ways. One must be firm and understand that the mindtool is not cursed, and that it is not at fault. It is just doing what it has been told to do. One must continually insist that it return to pure I am as much as possible, and consistently pump it with the notion that these are the days where it must play with an ~ I am unlimited, inner and outer programme.

The I am path, earnestly used, reveals to one how the mind works. It gives one the existential and mystical psychology to over ride the rottenly ignorant third dimensional psychology, where self delusion, self betrayal and self hatred can run rife. Because the mindtool is re running a limitation programme, in an up and down mood swinging, patterned set up. Things get good for a bit, and then they get bad again, because that’s the bloody nonsensical holographic programme, that the imagined person has loaded the mindtool up with. Whatever the mind comes up with, don’t oppose it. Sus its game where reaction gives it the go ahead. Accept whatever it is, and just break identity with it, and watch it impartially from the point of view of the witness. Or the watcher, who watches everything and every thing, at the same time.

When it comes to the mind, the Master made a classic statement.

‘Mind is the great worker, and it needs rest.’ He said.

With earnest usage of the I am path, one will see one’s mindtool in a different light. One will see that it is not a rotten cur of a thing, and more that it is an awesomely powerful soul’s tool. One will become more friendly with the damn thing, and will refrain from conflict with it, whilst at the same time remaining alert to its devious ways. Where the ego with the wall around itself, gets its way, and slips in a bit of the old I am limitation programme.

There is thinking going on in a fucking mindtool!

Replaces ~ I am thinking.

There are feeling and emotions galloping hither and thither all around the psyche!

Replaces ~ I am feeling, and I am emotion.

The bodymachine is doing this and that! It farts here and its farts there, and it lives there, and is called this, and relates with this one and that one. Sometimes at work, and sometimes not. Its bank acc no’s are…da da da da. Its driver’s license number is….da da da da….Its tax file number is…..da da da da. It has sex….da da da da times per week, or one and a half times every twenty five years. Etc, etc, etc……..Etc, etc, etc.

But I am not it the bodymindmachine! Because I am not in the bloody body as absolute bloody identity! I am not some fucking mindtool conjured up, abstract mongrel conceptuality, embodied up as a wayward person! I am the inner and the outer and beyond gear! I am made out of love and Light, and can never not be made out of love and Light. I am that! I am never just one lump of flesh.

Must replace the superlatively absurd ~ I am the bodymindmachine and I am a this or that doing this or that!

When only the One life does does anything at all, by rather nonchantly hosting a lot of silly and not so silly holographic games. So that a whole lot of souls can get their rockettes and rocks off, with some out there or down there, entertainment.

It the pure I am pump up must also take over from ~ I am a holographically imagined, bodymindmachine, with an imagined person in tow.

I am at Source point a dimensionless point of Light, and the quickest way to that as the crow flies, is thru the pure I am. Must dominate the psyche, if one really wants to become a real player, in this heady universe. Pure I am will cure anything and any thing, even if the body dies of every disease known to man.

If this is done, if a seeker does this shit that is the I am path, that leads to nowhere and everywhere at the same time, there will be real progress.

Going HOME is a buzz! It is the only buzz! It is the cosmic buzz! Where one discovers once and for all and forever, who one really is, and who everyone else really is, and what in the fuck is really going on. On and outwards from planet Earth, to the infinite extremes of this universe, and off into the void ~ where the mighty fine real players hang out. Where every citizen comrade is destined to wind up, once they sort their third dimensional boogey programming out.

That’s the only good news that you’ll get, in this third dimensional, holographic dump. Yet, if a horrible third dimensional holographic dump can offer a citizen soul via the facillitations of a mindtool, a shot at blowing the matrix to bits, and bumping up to 5^th dimensional awareness and beyond again, well that is not so bad. Is it? Every dirty dimensional hologram has gotta have at least one decent thing going for it. Or why would humans who all have souls, play with the damn things? To remain true to the Light here, in this deplorably beautiful and deeply disturbing illusory matter world, is the test of simulated fire that the citizen souls’ projections run with. In this free wheeling holographic set up that all of us, are enduring.

If the problem with the mind is being caused by all of the lead heavy and weigh down this and that concepts, that are secondhand inherited thru the assimilation of an ancestors’ jointly dreamt up abstract and symbolic language, then the solution can only be to get rid of every this and that description, and to shuttle back to pure I am. Only the I am is true, because by no measure can one infer I am not. Whilst one can do that with every artificially made concept. No one! Not even God, can take one’s I am off one, because the I am is the always open doorway to the Light, and it is the exclusive property of the Light. No dimensionless point of I amless Light Source in the first place, then no I am anything at all in the second place, to play with. In the reverse, only when one steps thru the I am doorway and back into the Light, is the I am phased out. For just like the artificial ego, the artificial I am is not real. Only the Source of the I am is. Apparently.

It’s a mystery allright.

Mystery is great! Mystery is mystical.

If one wants to make a little bubble in consciousness, and muck with it and multitudinous hordes of other bubbles of consciousness, in a staged play in consciousness show, then the I am is essential. To drop down from being formless consciousness to being formed up consciousness, the Light always whistles for Its I am dog.

The I am is prior to everything. It comes from the least constricted super subtle, into the most restricted gross and dense. It comes before everything and every thing. It rules the psyche, and it is the engine room of the egoised mind.

It is there always, and is there strongly just before one opens one’s eyes in the morning. Or whenever.

Before I am an ego wave of a human being comes, I am a shoreless ocean of consciousness exists.

The wave relies on the ocean for its existence, but the ocean relies on no wave, and could hardly be said to even know the waves. How can it, so long as the waves continue to identify as waves only?

I am a bodymind machine and a universe bound up sinner person who was created by God, is a very dimensionally restricting mindset to run with. It is not fun programming, at all. I am the inner and the outer and the beyond, is far more liberating, and has an exquisitely peachier ring to it. It is also great fun, and can have one feeling like a mirthy child again sometimes.

What is it? This I am, which comes before even God. Where does it come from, and where does it go? How does it come about? Why does it come about? These are the questions of the century, for the mind that is jammed inbetween ethereal consciousness and a solidified matter form, to ponder. When the primal I am is activated, the Master reckoned that the entire universe, which in short is a mindtool propogated holographically projected fraud, just goes boom! It all comes into existence in a split second, but first must come the I am. When one plugs one’s I am into a cosmic existence socket, one gets a universe, but not before the I am ignition key is turned.

The I am is like the mind computer’s mouse, and one clicks it on what one wants, and then the holographic shit hits the cosmic fan.

Stop clicking it with more imagination and senseless mentation! Or you’ll burn it out! Leave the mind alone! ~ The Master reckoned.

No one can stand outside of who they really are as a dimensionless point of timeless Light, and jump up and down screaming deleriously like an idiot ~ ‘look! There I am!’ It just cannot be done, because when it comes to who and what one really and truly is, there is no subject – object nexus. There are waves that play some pretty funny holographic and dirty dualistic games, up on the surface of the one shoreless ocean of eternally infinite, consciousness. That’s all.

When one drives home from work, or rides the train or bus home from work, or whatever, everything that is outside of the body is a poor reflection of one’s true One real Self, and although it may all appear to be an exterior, separated and even alien world, it is really interior to the mind and its wider spirit of consciousness, and to who one really is. The body is just an idea in the mind, the Master said, and the thinking and feeling stuff really goes on in the auric field around the body. Thought and thinking come out of a holographic pool of the stuff, and one never really has personal thoughts, he reckoned. That the personal is all illusion, held together by threads of memories which induce false sensations of continuity within mind made up time, which are pro generated by the mind being 100% focussed on the gross stuff, and zip% on the subtle gear. Where the Impersonal rules as the governing love Light, in all souls’ multidimensional, holographic games.

At Source, the Master told, one is love. One is Light. One is like a child full of bliss, who is indulging in never ending discoveries about the unlimited nature of the common One life. Every point in the picture, is the hidden in dark density matter Light. Every point in the entire universal picture, is one’s true and real, One Self.

From the perspective of the I am the inner and the outer, and the beyond too, mindset, that is. The ripened Gurus see the Light in others as clear as day, and that is why the people love them so much.

The human has the power of perception, and cannot be what it perceives using I am the inner only, because what is being perceived has the perceiver in an objectified position. I bodymindmachine saw, I felt, I thought, I touched, I smelt, I heard, I tasted, I sensed, and so forth. This viewing is false, according to me book Guru. It should be replaced with there is seeing, there is thinking, there is feeling, and so forth, and the whole show should just be watched impartially from the subtle point of pure I am, he taught. Oh so beautifully.

The Nisarga model or the I am path as it is called here, is just another existential model. But what a model and how it rings oh so sweetly of the truths that the common seeker has been seeking, since day one for human beings on this beguilingly beautiful rock.

Who am I? I am not a human being, born of original sin. I am not limited imperfection. I am unlimited. I am that which has the built in cosmic potential, to be whatever that I want to be. I am a liberated and unbound free spirit in the Light. It is every citizen’s right to declare this to this universe, as an established fact.

At the pure I am point, that sense of I exist as a ?, before any thoughts or appearances come into being, all concepts are re investigated and everything and every thing is questioned, before the whole lot is thrown overboard; and the mind is turned inside out. Who one really is at Source cannot be described, perceived or conceived. What is the point of indulging in mental acrobatics about that, with instructions to the mind to figure it all out? It can’t do it anyway, because its intellect is not the right tool for the job, and it will only burn out. Sooner or later, it’ll fry itself with concepts.

It is the mega super quiet mind, peering into an endless void of jet black darkness, who finds that dimensionless point of Light, that they really are. All worlds, gross and subtle, are their’s to play with, after that. The beyond is wide open to them as well. They’re HOME and don’t plan on them coming back to this dunghill. Would you citizen comrade? Come back to this shit of a third dimensional hologram if you didn’t have to, that is. Or is it possible that you are doing that already, and that you just haven’t woken up to the fact that you are the One life and the Light who is doing that, yet? Impersonating a human being appearance and its paltry 3D ego mindset, that is.

It’s not that you are special either, because everyone else is doing that too, and they either don’t know it either, or won’t own up to it. Because they are in a cynical existential shitty with their own Light, they can’t let go of the I am in a human body – rubbish.

Who wanted to come here and do this matter shit? Not who supposedly made one do it, is their real dilemma, which at the moment they just can’t handle.

The One Life, the Nameless One, the Real, the Great Spirit, God or Goddess, or whatever name is wished to be attributed to the unknown impersonal absolute, it doesn’t matter; because the One life is beyond the mind and its words. The One life is not using any I am conceptualisation. Some of Its attributes from an alphabetic level are that It exists as ultra the nth power fine deep silence and peace, in a void full of formless bliss, which contains universes full of holographicised form galore. It is timeless and spaceless, never born and never died, and when one finds Its draw too strong again, as the Light that is in an out of everything, ( that is also one’s natural mystical and spiritual and formerly hidden behind the matrix, Self and self ); it is rock like with mystical and spiritual truth, and harder than the hardest diamond. Diamond is like butter to It. Me book Guru reckoned. When one finds It again, one will never ever lose it again, he also stated.

Wiping arse and bleeding from everywhere imaginable would be finished then, as an obsessive compulsion of one’s soul, as it hitchikes on the third to fourth and back to third again, multidimensional highway? Bliss? The fish is no longer drawn out of the water, because of a habitual lusting to experience exquisite sensual pleasures? It the soul no longer fucks around with its memory banks, and drags another character from out of nowhere, and plasters them up on some mindscreen’s holographic screen, as a real honest to God ~ person. Who is living in the fast lane, on a rotten to the third dimensional core rock. It waivers that crap. More bliss, or missing out on a real good 3D time?

The mystical-spiritual and spirit you all, hyper accelerating consciousness reward for asking who am I really, cannot be described by words, nor reached by the mind. It is indescribable, inconceivable and imperceptible stuff to the third dimensional mind, and eet is the gear of the appercetual and the mystical intuitional. That is the ~ I am found at every I am here and now, and in and out of and beyond of, split moment, magical spot, stuff. Sri Nisarga, sort of said.

The humble heart has to explode with lost immense love for the fomerly and in ignorance vanquished common One inner and outer and beyond life, and apologise to It for any former wayward ignorance and stupid denials, and then the mind will explode; and the bliss of who one really is as the Light behind the matrix, will flood one again. The Master reckoned. That sitting with a still and quiet mind that is focused away from this imagined dreaming world, and concentrating fully upon the prime chemical I am, can actually do that. If one practices eet enough.

The Source breathes out, and then It breathes back in, and one had better be ready to breathe back in with the Fucker, and go 3D, 4D, and then #$%^&*! 5D real bloody quick,….. or there will be lots more trouble. There’ll be trouble galore there will, and many a human will shit themselves, about the overpowering ‘fact’ that they are just identifying as being a a third dimensional body. That is trying to handle a light to dark patterning, dualistically based mind, and its mood swinging emotional dragnet; and the vagaries of a lunatically ultraviolent, very low 3D density world, at the same time.

Stress! Mega stress! That’s all that that is, and me Guru advised to have one’s being outside of the food body, and that’s pretty good advice. Especially in a holographicised set up where both the I am the body and the I am not the body ideas are false, from that level where nothing that is conceptual can be true. Because it is the product of souls’ simulated holographic dreaming, beamed into manifestation, courtesy of a mindtool’s alphabetic injections and mutated projections.

It is all holographic imagination and time bound and runs off the I am a person’s memories, and it never stops changing, whilst the timeless Light behind and beyond it all, never ever changes at all. Eet is the changeless. It the simulated and projected changing shit is made up, jump into it the play in consciousness and third dimensional junk, for the masses, and the aristocracy too. It is never real, in the sense that that which and what is really real ~ can never die. Because Eet is the timeless and the changeless. Meanwhile this is dreaming, or a pupportedly ‘awake’ 16/24 state, and the only truly greats in it are those most rare ones who wake up from this accursed multidimensional slumbering zone, and who blow the muck out of the matrix binding mind, and revert to 5^th dimensional and beyond awareness. Whilst still in the 3D form.

One cannot know Eet. One can only do the natural mystical trip, and become and be Eet again. Apparently.

Me Guru done that, but he’s not that widely known, at the moment. Cosmic consciousness, some beings call this rather enlightened level of such matrix busting types. Whatever that their senses pick up perceptually, they know that it is nothing but the Light of their One own consciousness. They just refused to work with the I am the limited bodymindmachine person stuff anymore, and played with an I am the universal, the absolute and the beyond model, and it worked for them. It did. Big time too, for sure. Eet did.

They emphatically told this universe that they were not mindtool projected humans, they did. They told the universe that they were a shoreless ocean of unlimited consciousness, and the universe beamed back something absolutely different into their lives. It did. It accorded and afforded them a very heighted and very aware universal consciousness, and tell y’what citizen. The omniversal consciousness ascending games were on from then on, and they still are right now. Too.

There are a lot more ‘humans’ at the starting line than one would think, too, and even Satan wouldn’t be so stupid as to underestimate the infinite potential that is inherently invested in the human spirit. How could he if just like everything else here, he’s been dreamed up?

The truth is that the Light hides in the dark in, behind and beyond lit up imagery, and its power to turn it the darkness all around and upside down and inside out, in a click of the unseen fingers, should never ever be underestimated. The Light can dissolve any illusory muck up that has been imagined and set in holographic type. It can creep up on a monster, and bite the monster’s head off, before the monster knows what is going on. For dissolving monsters in the head, the I am is a pretty effective solvent.

Who is the perceived monster?

The mind is.

Why?

Because it has been programmed with third dimensional I am the bodymindmachine person junk!

What’s this? The mind is not a monster. It is the great worker who conducts the forming up of the formless into forms, and its awesomeness needs rest. Reprogramme it with I am the innner and the outer and the beyond then, and rest it up in the shade of I am.

Is step one for the mystic.

Who is Satan? Satan is a baby soul ignorant, ultra cruel and ultra greedy, ultraviolent torturing and murdering ego. Encapsulated in a psyche that is driven by one prime motive. That being to prove that such an organism has power over matter, when it has no existential or mystical power at all. In fact they are so pathetically weak in spirit, that all they can do is to make war upon others, to prove to themselves that they are not weak, and inviolate and soft humans. Who can be killed pretty easily really, because they are in such a soft and fragile body.

So they dream, that like their God, they can wrathfully wipe out so called bad creations, and get away with it. They are so infantilely stupid, that they can’t see the heavy duty karma that is staring them in the face. Because killing always the killer, a lot lot lot more than it does the killed. For reasons which have already been discussed.

This is the quintessential difference between what has called here, a baby soul, and what has been called here, a slightly evolved soul.

A baby soul will indulge in ultra violence and kill other humans. For is own warped ego, or the collective warped ego of its host state, or its imagined God, or whatever. The baby soul will take the chance when it comes to being a power player, in the matter set up. A slightly evolved soul on the other hand, will avoid that, like it is the 21^st century plague. A slightly evolved soul will have reaction against perpertrating violence, or being involved in violence. They may snap and spray sometimes, but that is about it. They are committed deep in them to non violence, because they are acutely aware that violence is karmic suicide. Especially when a third dimensional hologram is on the cusp of transmutating thru the fourth dimension, to access the 5^th dimensional gear, for further third dimensional transmutations.

Slightly evolved souls are nice people.

They aren’t stupids, at all.

What is evil?

Evil is a Satanhead. Male or female. Acting alone, or in a gang.

Either way, they are still all made out of Light, and the seeker must never forget that.

Or there will be trouble.

What is the Earth game?

Clear y’own Satan out of y’own existential and mystical psyche’s set up, before you point the finger at anyone else, and claim that they are evil.

One side has got 20,000 odd of them, and the other hasn’t got one yet, but might be on the way with it. They can make the Nagasaki and Hiroshima ones look like a fireworks display in the local park, but the one with 20,000 of the heinous things, doesn’t want the other one to have any at all. They want to make war again and to make sure that doesn’t happen, and grab themselves some more oil in the process. They want peace in one spot and war in another, and their hypocricsy shall see them phased off this Earth. One by one they shall die a death far more hideous that those whom they bomb or kill, in any of their myriad ways. They won’t find any God that will pander to their dreaming there. They’ll just find their own rank and stupidly ignorant karma, staring them in the astral face. They won’t be happy with themselves at all, having gone backwards from the Light, and not closer to It.

Which is the only dream worth having, in a dump like this.

Mother Earth though, She’ll bloom like a cosmic red rose, when homofuturian gets here. In considerable numbers.

Pssst! Homofuturian is already here, in people who really like non violence, and who are sick of blaming anybody, including their own Source point, for their so called mortal woes.

They are goers these types. Hohh! Christ! There’s some phenomenal mystics amongst them all right, and they would have understood every word that’s been listed here, whilst others would not have understood one, and probably gave up about page three. They the blessed peacefuls and do no harmers and won’t rip off and will help out for nothing types, are the good cheer silent achievers and sleeper homofuturians of this planet. The cosmic revolution that they are fomenting now, will destroy the old world here.

The old world and old world power needs the people’s focus and attention, and it needs their complicity and their dissent, to be maintained. It needs some to act for it, and others to react against it, so that it can dig its hoofs and horns in. With the everybody follow the leader’s vision, even if the leader is insane, nonsense.

One’s only leader is the Sadguru in one’s inner self and Self. It is that timeless dot of Light, in the centre of one’s heart. The Light is unbelievably clever, and gives everyone a reminder about who they really are. That dot can skit to the edge of this universe in a trillionth of a second, and do cartwheels in the beyond. Me book Guru’s dot done that, and there is no doubt about that.

Who am I? How much do I love my Source point? Enough to follow the spirit always, and never the desire plagued and pleasure seeking, insatiable ego? These are the mystic’s tools and when used properly, not only Satan gets the chop, so does God. In the beyond, no Goddesses or Gods are needed, to keep this or that universe going. Apparently. The mindtool’s mindscreen comes down at body death and folds up to nothing, not even a dot: and the Goddesses and Gods go back into the beyond Light, for a bit of a well earned rest. They do party on in the beyond, and apparently, we all will too one cosmic day. Which is a little bit of good news, on an absolutely disastrous, exquisitely beautiful planet.

Nation states are gangs, and that is why all nation states are doomed. There will come a global civilisation, but it will not be the one that multinational dreaming profiteers and thugs and killers, are dreaming about. Because they won’t be around when it gets here. They’ll be long gone. Shooting the third dimensional cosmic pony on some forlorn rock, in some far far far away galaxy. That’s where they’ll be. Their souls won’t be back here for at least a thousand years, where they are scripted for a little cameo. Before they get the cosmic boot again.

This tells all about how mystically thick that they are. The taste for blood profit takes a long long long time, to wring out of some baby souls.

The homofuturians will live in circular villages, not one of them having a population of more than ten thousand. Their technology will be their psychic and other powers, and they won’t use gadgets or machines. Inbetween their villages, they will plant extensive gardens and forests, that go for miles and miles and miles. Many of their gardens will accommodate space vehicles. Their own, and those of other space races who are mucking with the their 5^th dimensional, cosmic consciousness sense.

Where, with full cosmic citizen’s rights, one lives and breathes and sleeps ~ I am the inner and the outer, and the beyond too. Because it is a shit load of fun and good cheer for oneself and everybody, whereas I am in a human body ~ isn’t. It is a woeful woeful woeful, cosmic drag. It is also a blatant lie, and a little bit of earnest investigation at point pure I am, will demonstrate that.

This has been a cosmic manifesto and an existential and mystical pump up for the common comrade citizen, and ~ All power now to the spirit of the Light in cosmic consciousness! All power to the mutating homofuturians! Death to the old world and old power, without lifting a finger in violence.

This is the Tao of the homofuturian comrade citizen, and watch out for them, because in a blink of the eye, there will be millions of them here. One won’t even be able to buy a drink in a pub, or go to the loo downtown, or even go home. Without spotting one, or feeling like there’s one of the buggers around somewhere. One might even feel a bit Sigourish, and feel like there is one of the little buggers growing in one’s chest.

Rember citizen comrade. They absolutely love non violence and peace and quiet, with a bit of raucous good cheer thrown in. These types do. They are absolutely fascinated by the I am the inner and the outer and the beyond mindset programming. Remember. They’ve had a fucking gutful of the old worn out and done to death and super boring ~ I am in a human body. Fuck! That’s poison, as far as these heady and hearty spirits are concerned. Hohh! Flush that shit down the cosmic toilet, they do.

I am the inner and the outer! That’s why they lap up, for breakfast, lunch and tea.

Finis